Note: This chapter definitely contains explicit sex of the heterosexual nature. Read with caution if you don't like, you know, reading sex. If you don't want to read that stuff, skip to the first page break. Everyone else, well... I hope you enjoy the porn!
The evening had been normal enough at first. America had decided to spend the day at his place and the two of them had decided to have a Star Wars marathon. Naturally, watching three Star Wars movies (America refused to acknowledge Episodes 1 through 3, saying they were a "load of horse shit") was a very long, drawn-out process, but add in the fact that America kept pausing the movie to throw in some facts or go on a big monologue about why this one character in the background nodded to this other background character was because of this conversation they'd had with some general on some planet twenty years earlier and so on and so forth, and suddenly their twelve-hour Star Wars marathon became a weekend-long deal. Denmark was starting to get a bit worn out and his head was throbbing with useless trivia when the phone rang.
"Aw, what?" America whined, quickly pausing the movie. "But Han Solo was just about to kiss Leia! What the hell?!"
"Sorry," Denmark replied, trying to hide his relief for even the slightest reprieve. "I've gotta answer this. It might be my boss."
America grumbled something and then flopped back on the couch, whipping out her cell phone to text someone—probably England because she said he still didn't have a clue how to operate a cell phone properly and often sent her strange texts.
"Hej. Denmark speaking."
"'Sup, bro?" Prussia cackled on the other line. "Sorry to interrupt you, I bet you vere busy vith the babe."
"Eh?" Denmark shrugged. "I guess. We were watching Star Wars."
America peeked up over the edge of the couch. "Who is it?"
"It's Gil."
"Oh! Put him on speaker!"
Denmark did as instructed and Prussia was now laughing.
"Seriously? I thought you two vere going to be going at it!" He snorted. "Acting like an old couple already?"
America rolled her eyes. "What the hell are you talking about, 'old couple'?"
"Vell, since it's your anniversary, I thought for sure you two vould have been halfvay through vith monkey marathon sex," Prussia said flippantly. "I just called to say 'congratulations on not breaking up' and that kind of shit. Oh, and Lizzie says hi."
Denmark and America had both paled upon realizing that Prussia was right. It was their anniversary and both of them had completely forgotten.
"I vas prepared to leave a message because I thought you two vould be too… erm, busy to answer!" Prussia laughed. "But I guess not. So, you know, happy anniversary, losers! Have fun vith your Star Vars! Kesesesese~! Now I have to go and have sex vith my awesome girlfriend because, you know, ve still do that. Auf Wiedersehen!"
With that, Prussia hung up and left both America and Denmark sitting there, silent and a bit pouty. Because, fuck yeah, they still had sex. Just because they had learned how to keep it under control (for the most part, anyway) didn't mean they didn't fucking do it.
Although the fact that they had both forgotten their one year anniversary was a bit… not good.
"Oh, my God, what are we doing?!" America wailed. "I mean, Star Wars rocks my socks off and all, but… but…" She tugged on her hair and shook her head. "But sex is so much better! All the wasted hours! Get your clothes off. We're having sex right now!"
"On the floor?" Denmark shook his head. "My floors are all wood, Mia, and I have Legos all over the place."
"Then we can start on the damn bed!"
Denmark fist pumped and then followed her upstairs, both of them whipping off clothes as fast as they could as they hurried towards Denmark's badass bedroom. Badass because it had a shitload of old weapons all over the walls and stuff. A few old paintings of him in his Viking gear hung here and there and, as of late, a few pictures of him and America had been added to the décor.
Not that Denmark was really staring at his weapons and artwork when America had nearly stripped herself entirely naked and was throwing herself onto his bed.
Right. Anniversary sex. Go.
Wrestling his own pants off, Denmark hurriedly climbed onto the bed after her, quickly covering her with his body. "By the way, happy anniversary!"
"Right back at ya," America said, winking before she wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed his nose playfully before sighing. "I really love you, you know that, right?"
Denmark's eyes widened. It wasn't the first time she'd said it, but every time he heard that his heart went crazy and he was pretty sure his head was going a little crazy, too. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hard, smiling as he pulled away and saw that her cheeks were red and her gaze was already getting a bit hazy.
"I love you, too," he said before he kissed his way from her chin to her ear and gave the lobe a small nibble as one of his hands trailed up the curve of her stomach, knowing full well she was ticklish. America let out a few choked giggles she inhaled sharply the moment he grabbed one of her breasts and gave it a little squeeze.
"Mm." America squirmed a bit, her arms dropping from his neck so she could cup the sides of his face and pull his lips back to hers. Denmark was more than happy to oblige as he moved the hand not fondling America's breast down toward her legs. He pushed one of her knees outward and she got the hint and quickly spread her legs enough so that he could get in between them. He teasingly ground his hips against hers, causing her to let out a moan and then a tiny whimper when he pulled away.
Denmark bit the inside of his cheek to keep from making a similar noise, even though he knew it was futile—in no time he would be pretty vocal himself (Prussia often likened the noises he made to that of barn animals, which really pissed the Dane off because Prussia sounded like a cat in a meat grinder when he had sex, so really, who was he to judge?), but he liked to listen to America more than hear himself.
"Ungh…" America's eyelashes fluttered as Denmark pulled back to inspect the situation and decide how to proceed. America liked variety, and it looked like tonight she was handing him the proverbial sexy reigns. Denmark really enjoyed it when America decided to just pin him down and take what she wanted because, damn, when that girl rode, she rode hard. But he definitely liked being in charge, too.
After only a beat of contemplation, Denmark grinned and then raised one of America's knees, turning his head to kiss it. America sighed as he trailed his lips up her inner thigh and soon, those sighs became moans and she stared at him, wide-eyed as he sucked at the skin of her hipbone.
"Oh, God," she gasped, moving to card her fingers through his already-wild hair. She squirmed impatiently and pouted, clearly eager for him to get the show on the road. She then let out a gasp when he suddenly bit down, not hard enough to break the skin but just enough to leave a nice mark. "Fuck, Mathias!"
"In a moment," he assured her, knowing full well his voice was shaky. He moved up, lips barely grazing her hot, sweat-salted skin until he was at her neck, giving the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder a bite to match the one on her hip.
America was starting to get impatient, purposefully moving her hips upward a bit to brush against Denmark's rapidly hardening length. He muttered a curse because the bitch knew he was starting to get to the end of his rope, too. Neither of them were exactly patient people by nature, which meant sex was usually fast and rough, and it looked like tonight was no exception.
Denmark quickly lowered one hand downward, pressing his fingers in between her legs to seek out the rosy nub of her clit. America shouted a quick curse at the sudden contact and Denmark grinned—she was already wet, his fingers quickly slick as he began to rub against her. He kept his motions lighter and small, not wanting her to go falling over the edge of bliss without him.
Clearly, however, America didn't want any of that. She quickly grew frustrated with Denmark's slow little dance and smacked his arm, although not too hard as she clearly didn't have it in her at the moment.
"Dammit, Mathias," she whined. "I swear on the Washington Monument, if you don't do something, I'm gonna… ugn, I'm gonna freak the fuck out."
To drive her point home, and clearly to get the show on the road, America reached a hand down and grabbed Denmark's dick, giving it a squeeze before wiping her thumb over the leaking, angry-red head. Denmark very nearly fell down on top of her, the strength in his arms almost giving out from surprise and the flash of heat that had gone through him.
"Fine! Fine! Just… shit, Mia, stop, I can't—"
America pumped his dick once for good measure and then did as he asked and pulled away, her expression caught between smug and impatient lust.
Denmark rolled off of her briefly and reached into the side table drawer, looking for a condom. America had driven the idea of 'don't be silly, cover your willy' into his head to the point where the stupid rhyme would repeat it's mantra in his head a few times before subsiding. When he searched around the drawer, however, his eyes widened in horror.
"Mia. Mia, shit, there's no condoms."
"What?!"
America practically threw Denmark across the room and ripped the drawer from the side table, turning it upside down and carding through everything there. She let out a string of furious profanities before turning to Denmark, her expression livid.
"Downstairs. In my purse. Front pocket. I have some. Grab one. Now."
Denmark did so, acutely aware of his increasingly uncomfortable boner as he hurried downstairs and found America's purse tossed carelessly in his entryway. He carded through it and groaned when he found a plethora of credit cards, tampons and a deck of Pokémon cards, but no condoms. After turning her purse inside out, he hobbled back up to his room, utterly defeated and prepared for a night of blue balls and America bitching and whining considering it was way too late to make a condom run.
He opened the door and nearly fainted when he saw America laying on the bed, flicking her hair and giving him a come hither look.
"Mathiaaaaaaas," she sing-songed, fluttering her eyelashes. "Finally!"
"Mia, I don't have the—"
"Come here!"
Denmark walked forward and America grabbed him by his arms, pulling him on top of her. He frowned as she began to kiss his chin.
"I couldn't find any—"
America shut him up, pressing her lips against his. Once he felt her mouth open, he almost instinctively opened his own mouth and pressed his tongue inside.
The mood had shifted somewhat momentarily, slower and bit more romantic, but it wasn't long until America's natural impatience sprouted again and she was grinding her hips upward, eager for things to finally progress.
"Ah!" Denmark pulled away from her, sitting back. "Mia! There were no condoms in your purse!"
America stilled and let out an annoyed groan. "Are you fucking serious?"
"I think we used them already. Remember, at that pub at Scotland's place?"
She slapped her forehead. "Fucking… dammit!" America grabbed his forearms and gave Denmark a serious look. "Let's just have sex anyway. Who gives a fuck."
Denmark's mouth practically fell open as he regarded her. "…seriously? What if, you know, you get pregnant or something?"
"What are the chances?" America let out an inelegant snort and shook her head. "No. How about we have sex, it'll be awesome, and then tomorrow we'll buy some condoms and have more sex? You can just, like, pull out, right?"
Denmark bit his bottom lip in thought, weighing his options. Unprotected sex or a seriously case of blueballs and a probable black eye if he says no at this point?
Sex ended up winning out. Denmark moved his hands to her knees, keeping her legs spread apart as he leaned down and pressed a kiss against her lips. America hurriedly reached down, once more grabbing his deck and giving it a few pumps, bringing Denmark back to full hardness within moments. He grunted as he positioned himself and then pushed inside, letting out a silent pant of air as he bottomed out.
America, meanwhile, was biting her lip, eyes wide. She had propped herself up on her elbows to watch the whole thing but had ended up flopping back against the mattress, letting out a little cry as soon as he was all the way in.
"Oh, thank God," she moaned. "M-move, dammit!"
Denmark pulled out of her so that only the tip was still in and then harshly shoved himself back in, causing the bed to creak loudly. That noise, however, was overshadowed by America's lewd wail.
Hooking her knees over his elbows, Denmark sat up a bit more and lifted America's hips. He awkwardly grabbed for one of his pillows and put it underneath her to keep her propped up and then, once she was all situated, he pulled out and slammed back in. Denmark began to set up a good pace, grinning as America's walls fluttered around his length, hot and tight and slick. The whole thing looked downright obscene, the sight of his cock slamming into her over and over again.
Of course, he still had a bit of trepidation having sex without a condom. They'd never done it before like this and the sensation of having no real barrier between them was pretty damn overwhelming. Denmark did his best to concentrate, tried to count in his head, tried to play a mental game of chess, anything that wouldn't make him come right away like some horny teenage virgin because he was pretty sure he would die if he did that. Well, if America didn't kill him first.
Apparently America seemed to realize that he was trying to distract himself because she let out an annoyed huff and moved her hips a bit more aggressively, egging him on. "Come on, do it right."
Denmark gave up. Grabbing at her hips so hard he was sure he was going to leave bruises, he pulled out and a slammed back in so hard it forced America back, causing her to let out a cry, tears actually pricking at her eyes. Denmark let out a small growl, hips snapping as he dove into her again and again. He wasn't going to last very long, but he was pretty certain America wasn't going to, either. Not if he had anything to say about it, anyway.
America was beginning to rip up his sheets, her nails digging into the mattress in an attempt to keep herself in one spot. Denmark ended up wrapping his arms around her waist and lifted her up so that she was straddling his lap. Denmark let out a guttural moan; he was buried deeper inside of her now and had much easier access to her neck and breasts. He immediately got to work suctioning his mouth against her sweaty skin as America buried her face into his neck, moving against him as his hips snapped up into her aggressively.
"Fuck," America managed before she once again fell into wordless babbling, her nails scraping at Denmark's back. He knew it was going to hurt later, but he didn't care at the moment. That was a problem for future Denmark. Right now Denmark thought it was pretty damn awesome.
America's nails dug in a little harder as she clung to him, her howling getting louder as her muscles grew more and more rigid, tightening around him. Denmark muttered a small curse—he was really about to lose it—and moved one of his hands in between them, pressing his thumb against her clit in hopes of getting her over the edge quicker.
It worked. America came so suddenly that she seemed a bit surprised, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and as her whole body went stiff and a choked cry managed to make its way past her lips. After a few moments, she fell limp in his arms like putty and Denmark let out an inner victory cry before he suddenly realized he was about to come and he wasn't wearing a fucking condom.
Shit! Denmark hurriedly tried to push America away, but it was too little too late—he came, mostly in her, and managed to pull out only moments before it was over. He let out a groan, hoping she wasn't going to be too pissed, but she seemed too out of it to really notice much.
"S-sorry," he panted, sitting up a bit clumsily. His muscles felt like they were made out of jelly. He surveyed the damage—his sheets were all ripped and there was a new dent in the wall, but overall it looked like they hadn't done too much damage.
America was grinning as she blindly grabbed at the blankets and yanked them up to cover them, tugging Denmark down to snuggle with her. She let out a yawn and then chuckled.
"Damn, it looks like I'm dating a fucking vacuum cleaner," she said, motioning lazily at the many new hickies on her chest and neck.
Denmark laughed. "Well it looks like I'm dating a cat that thinks I'm a scratching post, so I guess we're even." He paused and frowned. "Oh, and, uh, I sort of—"
"Shot a load in me?" America snorted. "Yeah, don't think I didn't notice. But whatever."
"…whatever?"
"Yeah. I mean, most people have to try to get pregnant, right?" America kissed his shoulder and sighed. "And what's the chances of a nation getting pregnant? I bet it's way more unlikely, huh?"
Denmark thought that over. "Yeah, I guess."
The two of them fell asleep and ate their words six weeks later.
America was acting strange. Not strange as in her normal strangeness, but strange as in… well. Not herself.
For one thing, she had rejected the offer of hamburgers from Prussia when he and Denmark had arrived at her place. Instead of them walking in on her in the middle of some crazy project, she was laying on the couch in some old Wonder Woman pajamas, crying outrageously while she watched a special on the Animal Planet that had just showed a zebra being eaten by some lions.
"Why is the world so cruel?!" America had sobbed, trying to explain to the two baffled men just why she was in hysterics. "Why couldn't the lions have eaten something uglier? That zebra probably has a baby and a family! And when the whole herd stops running, can you imagine the zebra's kids being all, 'Hey, where's Mom?' And then they realize she's dead?!"
With that, she once more fell apart in tearful theatrics while Denmark and Prussia looked at each other warily.
America had refused to get up, stating that she was really tired and had been tired for the last few days or so. She had begun to worry about whether or not she was coming down with something because, as she explained, she had eaten ninety burgers that morning like she always did and had gotten sick and thrown up.
"Burgers sound awful," she whined. "And I can't even go out to pick up any food I actually want because I'm too tired."
"Or maybe it's because you're fucking lazy," Prussia suggested.
Instead of shooting him an irritated look or threatening him with bodily harm as she normally would, America's eyes welled up with more tears. She sat up, grabbing a pillow to cling onto tightly, and stared at Prussia, wide-eyed.
"Do you think I'm fat?!" she cried. "Because I can't help it! My ankles have gotten all swollen and I keep bloating and eating and I can't stop and I think it's because the whole world is going fucking nuts and everything thinks it's my job to fix it and I can't… I can't maintain a healthy diet under this much strain!"
Prussia began to panic and Denmark was also panicking and was very angry that Prussia made her cry. In the end, as a joint effort to escape from her crying, they offered to go to the store to pick up some things for her since she was too fatigued to do so herself. America perked up instantly and gave them the most bizarre grocery list either of them had ever seen before pointing them in the direction of the nearest Wal-Mart.
"Vhat the hell kind of drugs is she on?" Prussia grumbled as he glanced over the hastily-written list. "Look at this. Spanktopia. Vhat the fuck is Spanktopia?!"
"What the hell list are you looking at?" Denmark asked, grabbing it from Prussia. He eyed it and then rolled his eyes. "Spanakopita. I have no idea what the fuck that shit is. Let's just grab it and get back. I'm kind of worried about her."
"Ja, it's not like her to just start crying like that." Prussia tapped his chin and then let out a laugh. "Mein Gott, she's acting like a pregnant voman!"
The two of them threw their heads back and laughed and laughed and laughed. And then all of a sudden they stopped laughing and a sense of unease fell over them.
Finally, Prussia burst out, "Holy shit, is she fucking pregnant?!"
"No way," Denmark answered automatically. "We play it safe."
"Not even once?" Prussia pressed. "Like, by accident or something?"
Denmark opened his mouth again to tell him that no way were they so irresponsible, but the words died on his lips before he even uttered them because… shit. Shit. Oh, fuck. He knew it! He fucking knew it!
"Ew," Prussia replied after Denmark hurriedly told him what had gone down. "Shit, so she could be pregnant."
Denmark sort of stood there, trying to wrap his mind around such a concept. They had only had sex once without protection. Didn't a lot of couples have problems getting pregnant? Like, didn't couples have to consciously try to have a baby? Then again, America was young and had "fruitful plains" or whatever and Denmark was positive he had some Olympic swimmers.
"Sveet! I'll practically be an uncle!" Prussia said cheerfully as he tossed a few more things into the shopping cart. "Ve should probably grab her a few pregnancy tests. I've heard they're not alvays right. Oh, shit, are you okay?"
Denmark had been about ready to hyperventilate. Not because he was upset that he had possibly just knocked up his girlfriend by mistake and didn't want a kid. He was about ready to pass out with joy. After all, he loved America and America loved him. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. What was to be upset about? They were going to have the coolest fucking kid the world had ever seen! Half-viking, half-hero, all awesome.
Calm down. It could be a false alarm, he reminded himself. After calming down, he quickly followed Prussia and grabbed a few pregnancy tests.
"How do you think Canada is going to react?" Prussia chortled. "Or England? Shit, how about… fuck me, how about everyone?"
While Prussia cackled and made plans about how he was going to let Gilbird know that America might reproduce, Denmark tried to think of how he was going to breach the subject to America. He doubted the thought had crossed her mind yet and he wondered if just handing her a pregnancy test would work out or if he should broach the subject a bit more carefully given her mental state.
Once they returned to America's house (after having to turn around because she called them when they were on their way back to ask them to grab a few more things), she immediately accosted them at the door and dove for the pickles and peanut butter. Both men watched, equally fascinated and disgusted, as she quickly began to scoop peanut butter from the jar with her pickle and took a large bite.
"Oh, fuck yeeeeees," America moaned, dipping her pickle into the peanut butter again. "Fuck me, this is fucking amazing."
After a few seconds, Denmark reached into one of the plastic bags and spotted the pregnancy tests. He was still trying to figure out how to ask her to take one when America suddenly gasped and threw the peanut butter pickle into the trash, her face turning seven different shades of green as she sprinted to the bathroom and heaved.
Denmark and Prussia were on her like a flash as soon as she was done, wiping her mouth with a disgusted look on her face.
"I can't keep anything down!" she bemoaned, her eyes filling with tears. "Fuck! Why did you guys let me eat that shit?"
She had turned to look at them accusingly. Prussia and Denmark held up their hands in a conciliatory manner as America stood up on wobbly legs.
"That was so gross!" Her eyes began to well with tears again. "Why would you guys buy me that stuff? Why would you… why…"
"You vere the one who asked for that stuff!" Prussia pointed out, shooting Denmark a look as if to say FUCKING DO SOMETHING BEFORE SHE LEAKS AGAIN, YOU SHIT.
"Don't point the finger of shame in this direction!" America snapped, her sadness turning to anger. "I'm an innocent party in this fucking shit! I'm—what is that?"
Before America could punch Prussia in the face, Denmark had quickly thrust a pregnancy test at her. Grabbing it from him, she eyed it shrewdly before her eyes widened and she gasped.
"Well, fuck me," America murmured, looking up. "That's… you think I might be pregnant?"
"I think it's worth checking out," Denmark replied a bit warily, hoping he hadn't just inadvertently pissed her off somehow. It didn't look like she was mad, though—instead, she just stared at the test quietly before pushing them out of the bathroom.
While they waited, Prussia did his best to distract Denmark, but nothing he did seemed to make Denmark any less tense. Finally, America opened the door and wordlessly handed them the used test.
Negative.
Denmark felt a whoosh of air leave his lungs as America angrily threw the test into the trash and then just kind of stood there, her expression downright devastated. She looked ready to cry all over again and Denmark hurriedly motioned for Prussia to give them some privacy. Prussia mumbled something about loving the view of the city from America's living room window and walked off, his expression clearly disappointed as well.
After a few moments of silence, Denmark took America's arm and turned her so she faced him. Sure enough, she was silently crying and didn't put up much of a fight as Denmark wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair, murmuring that it was alright.
"I just really wanted to have a baby," America finally choked, hugging him close. "I was getting all excited waiting for the results and… fucking… dammit…"
Denmark kissed the top of her head and nodded, stroking her back. "I know, Mia. It's alright." After a pause, he smiled. "If you want, I would be more than happy to try to have one."
America sniffled, tightening her grip. "You wanna have a baby with me?"
"Hell yeah!" Denmark grinned. "Can you imagine how fucking cool our kids would be?"
Seemingly feeling a bit better, especially at the idea that soon, perhaps, they would have a baby, America pulled back and grinned. "They'd be the awesomest damn kids ever."
Denmark smirked. "The best part is making them, don't you think? Wanna get started?"
America went from depressed to horny in half a second and Prussia was immediately thrown from the house and barred from reentering. He made his way home, mumbling about how he was going to go to Hungary's place and they were going to have even more sex than his 'shithead friends'.
It was sometime well past midnight when America shook Denmark awake with an urgency that led him to believe that either she suspected there was another ghost in her closet or that she had a nightmare where a hamburger tried to eat her again.
"Wassat?" Denmark rolled over and blinked at her blearily. "Whass… What's up, Mia?"
She seemed to be completely lost for words and was waving two sticks in his face. After a few moments, he realized she was holding the other two pregnancy tests he had bought.
"Mia, it's not gonna show up yet, let's just go back to—"
"No!" America groaned, shoving at him again. "I took the other two for the hell of it after I woke up and puked again. Just look at them."
Denmark sat up as America flicked on a lamp and handed them over. Denmark peered at them and then gasped, immediately awake.
Both pregnancy tests read the same exact thing.
Positive.
Author Notes:
I am sorry on two counts guys-one for being late (again...so sorry about that, guys, I hate it when authors do that and now I have become what I hate) and two for not uploading the Avengers chapter like I said I would. It still isn't up to par with what I want and thus is still a work in progress, same with the Olympics chapter, actually. Meanwhile, this chapter's been ready for a while and I decided to change up our timeline of events a bit with this big news. For anyone worried that this might become a kidfic, don't be worried-we'll definitely see and interact with their kids, but our main focus is the Awesome Trio, of course!
-This pregnancy request was made by a few people and I love the idea of these two having a family. Can you imagine these two as parents? Or their kids? Fun times are ahead!
-I don't know if pregnancy tests are frequently wrong, but for the sake of drama, let's just say the first one she used was defective.
-Star Wars: My boyfriend will actually pause the movies and give me random facts, just like America. Stuff about characters I never even knew about. And he refuses to acknowledge 1-3 because he says "those ones blow" (that's a direct quote). I am actually more of an Indiana Jones fan myself, but I do find Star Wars very entertaining, more or less because I have a huge crush on Harrison Ford.
-Originally, America and Denmark were going to have drunk sex and forget the condom, but to be honest, I don't like writing drunk sex (or normal sex, but drunk sex is worse) because drunk sex is NEVER successful in real life, or at least, not in my experience. So to avoid that, I wrote them sober and desperate. Sorry if the smut is a failure. It's the first smut I've ever published and on top of that I kept cringing and blushing while I was writing it.
-"That zebra has a family!": Does anyone else ever think this kind of stuff while watching those animal shows? It's so sad to think about.
-Spanktopia/Spanakopita: This was because of an incident when my boyfriend and I first started dating and he took me out to this Greek restaurant. He was trying to be all smooth and sophisticated when the waiter came up to take our order and he confidently told the man he wanted 'spanktopia'. Immediately I visualized a utopia of people that spank each other a lot and I laughed sooo hard. I still call spanakopita 'spanktopia', so this is more or less a personal joke for my own amusement.
-Any guesses about what their kids are going to be? Like, cities/states/land areas/islands/whatever? I already know, but I want to see if you guys can guess.
-Also! The Lonely Rose Petal requested for a few things, and I am definitely digging both the kidnapping idea and the girl-time idea. I'm thinking we'll be seeing America and Hungary getting close and making Denmark and Prussia suspicious about what they're getting up to. As for a Robin Williams' idea... hmm. I might wait a bit out of respect before I would bring him up, but I think America will at least make a mention or have a Robin Williams movie marathon at some point. And IrishMaid, I love your idea of Prussia moving in with Hungary! He will definitely be their problem soon!
Hope you guys enjoy, as always!