Hey! Hanks for the reviews! I did this one with a dominant America! Enjoy and review!
~Ren
America was irritated. Actually, pissed off would be more the word. He was incredibly pissed off. And why? All because his girlfriend was talking to France. Not that he minded. He knew they hated each other and that once the Frenchman had taken care of her. But this particular meeting, they both were talking to each other in a civilized way. And they were laughing. So obviously he was getting a little pissed off. Alice hadn't even glanced at him until now. She was too busy laughing at something else France had said.
Alfred growled, feeling jealousy and possessiveness take over as he eyed the long haired blond nation with a glare. And to make things worse, the Frenchman was becoming rather touchy feely. His stupid hand was resting on England's knee as he talked about something or the other, rubbing small circles there with his thumb. The American was about to say something when someone poked him. He turned his head to see his twin sister, Madeline, looking at him worriedly.
"Are you okay? You look worried, eh?" she said in her quiet way. America smiled slightly, his gaze shifting to Prussia to glare at him.
"Is Gilbert treating you right?"
"Yes. You shouldn't worry about me that much."
"But Maddie! You're my sister! I have every right to be protective! Plus, I am also the hero!"
Canada sighed, rolling her eyes at her pouting brother.
"You're looking at England, aren't you?" she accused, jumping when Prussia appeared behind her and sat down on her seat, shifting her onto his lap. The Canadian flushed, squirming a bit but stopping rather suddenly as she heard a small groan from her boyfriend. Blushing some more, she bit her lip and turned to her brother who had taken the opportunity to have another stare down with the German nation.
"Doesn't it seem strange that Alice and Papa are getting along well?" she asked, trying to break them from their stare down. America blinked before glancing back at his girlfriend, grimacing as he saw both her and France taking down notes.
"Yeah…"
He trailed off and sighed, pouting a bit more and turning his head slightly to keep watching Britain. Canada hissed something to the albino she was sitting on and they moved to sit on another seat.
The conference hall was layered in a blanket of near silence as everyone listened to Spain talking about one thing or the other. There were some who were actually paying attention, but the rest were mostly sleeping or on their way to sleep. Alfred sighed and watched his girlfriend more closely; she was tapping her pen thoughtfully to her lip, a small frown on her face as she listened to Antonio. She looked down, scribbling away on one of her numerous pieces of paper. America bit his lip as he watched her run her fingers over the pen, her tongue darting out to lick it before she took some of it in her mouth.
Alice noticed her boyfriend staring at hr and internally smirked. Beside her, Francis was grinning too, his foot bumping hers under the table.
"'e is staring at you!" the man whispered excitedly, winking at her. The green eyed woman chuckled before giving her long time enemy a small smile.
"I guess I have to thank you, eh Frenchie? Thank you. Do you really think…?"
"Oui! 'e's getting jealous already. Don't worry! I've got a plan!"
A second later, the blue eyed Frenchman trailed a hand up her arm and leaned in as if he was whispering some lover's tryst. Alice found herself blushing as she felt his breath on her ear.
"'e is looking 'ere…and 'e is coming zis way. I 'ope you are ready, ma Cherie," he whispered before pulling away with a grin. England gave him a half hearted glare and looked up when she felt a hand close around her wrist. America. Her boyfriend looked down at her, seething as he tugged her up.
"I need to talk to you outside, Alice. Right now. Alone," he said, emphasizing 'alone' when France made a move to get up. The Englishwoman stood up, calmly smoothing her usual work skirt as she gathered her files properly and turned to France.
"Here Can you keep them for me, France?" she asked, well aware of the American's glare to her frenemy. Francis nodded, sending her a wink and a flying kiss.
"Of course, mon amour. Pour toi," he replied, smirking as Alfred pulled the blonde woman outside. He gave a self satisfied grin and leaned back in his chair. Helping other was fun at times.
America dragged England to the nearest empty room, ignoring her protests on anything. As soon as she was inside the room, he pinned her to the wall, growling and glaring at her.
"What's going on with you and France? He was touching you an awful lot today," growled the younger nation, holding the woman's wrists above her head and glaring furiously. She met his gaze evenly and didn't move, except to hook one leg over his waist and pull him closer to herself.
"Are you jealous?" she breathed sultrily, her lips almost, almost, brushing his ear as she talked. The male gave up any semblance of self control he had, filled with the desire to mark her as his so everyone knew. He leaned down and engaged the woman in a rough kiss, not giving her any opening for domination as he kissed her. One hand drifted down to quickly rid her of her clothes while the other kept a good grip on her wrists. The American's lips moved down her neck, marking the pale column with as many love bites s he could, his darkened eyes admiring the work they did before he continued moving down. England, for her part, didn't go down without a fight. She struggled and strove to not make a sound which was practically impossible for her. She was very vocal during sex.
"N-nothing's going on between t-the F-Frog and Mmmm," she moaned out, petering off into another moan. Alfred gave a dark chuckle, ripping, literally ripping, her bra off and latching onto a breast, marking it with a bright red hickey before continuing to move down.
"Really now? You both were getting quite cozy with one another when I saw you," he said, licking a trail down to her skirt, shoving it up around her waist, and panties which he tugged down. Now those couldn't be ripped.
"I repeat. W-were you jealous?" panted Britain, her green eyes amused and slightly curious as she looked down at her boyfriend, winding one hand through his hair and tweaking Nantucket. The blond eyed man yelped, hissing and glancing up at her with lust filled eyes.
"What if I was?"
Panting and moaning filled the short silence before England finally gathered enough wits to comment. Alfred marked her right thigh with a bright hickey, licking his way up to her arousal dripping core, humming in satisfaction as he saw how ready she was.
"I'd f-find it hot," she managed, letting out a groan and gripping his hair tightly. America quickly stood up, kissing her roughly as he kicked his own pants off.
"Good."
That was all he said before he thrust into her. Alice let out a shout, arching off the wall and into Alfred, hand scrabbling at his back.
"FUCK! FASTER! HARDER! MOVE ALREADY YOU BLOODY GIT!" she screamed, digging her nails and bucking against him in an attempt to get him to move. Her wishes were complied almost immediately as the American started up a brutally fast pace. This wasn't about love. No. this was about possession. This was about showing the world. Alice didn't seem to mind.
The younger nation grunted, mind devoted to instinct, as he pounded into his lover, his mate, growling as he kissed her again. As compromising the position was, Alice had no trouble in completely dominating the kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and practically tongue raping him. Now that couldn't happen while he was trying to teach a lesson. "Say you're mine! Shout it to the world!" he growled, biting down on her pale shoulder as she arched, panting and gasping.
"I-I belong t- no one," she managed, gasping for breath and moaning. He scowled.
"Say you're mine," he snarled, emphasizing the last two words with two vicious thrusts.
Alice keened, arching and shouting out curses as he stopped moving.
"I'M YOURS GODDAMMIT! YOURS! ALFRED!" she shrieked, breaking out into a wordless moan as he kept up his pace and shoved her off the edge.
Alice groaned, feeling herself powerfully orgasm. She half expected Alfred to wince or something. To his credit, the male nation was still going faster now that he was orgasming. He stayed inside her as he went soft, breathing harshly and sinking to the ground with his girlfriend. They both stayed there for some time, a mess of sweat and cum, before Alfred had the energy to move away. England was the first to recover, moaning as she stumbled up, pushing her skirt back down and pulling her panties up. She briefly mourned the loss of her bra as she buttoned her shirt up and looked down at America. He was still on the floor. She kicked him gently and handed him his boxers and pants which he quickly pulled on.
The male nation glanced at his companion, admiring the hickeys she sported, before giving her a small kiss. "Let's go?"
England quickly did her hair, managing to make it look normal before helping America with his. They both walked back into the meeting room, sitting in their respective seats.
"'ow did it go, ma Cherie?" asked France quietly. The woman tilted her head slightly, letting him notice all the marks her neck was attacked with.
"He's a possessive one," she whispered back. The Frenchman chuckled his usual laughter of 'ohonononon' and turned to the front where America was giving his speech.
"I told you it would work."
"And I thank you Frog."
What do you think? Good? Bad? Reviews are appreciated!
~Ren
