Hey guy's sorry that this chapter took so long to post I just kinda drew a blank and didn't know what I should make happen... well this chapter contains masturbating scene's, dew to a request.. hope you like it... here we go!

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England woke up in his bed.. alone. He felt slightly disappointed that America wasn't there to see him wake, but America did have his own life, he probably left dew to the missing of work, his boss was probably pissed.

England sighed feeling a bit lonely, and wishing that a curtain American boy would come back and cuddle with him again, he really enjoyed the previous night, even if he wasn't acting like himself. He really liked it when America was calm and gentle and not loud and annoying like he normally was.

It was hard to explain but England was slowly gaining a new emotion for him... that one emotion he had promised himself he would never feel again, dew to his previous relationship with America, he really got hurt. He didn't think he could go threw the same emotion again, it would just break him to lose America's friendship again.

Thankfully he was feeling much better, not at all like barfing, but he actually might be able to eat today!

He decided it was time to pit his health to the test and crawled out from under the comforter.

As his feet met the soft carpet, he felt a cold shiver up his spine, he looked down to see he wasn't wearing any pajamas!

England wanted to blush at the fact that America had stripped him down to his boxers, but he was blushing more at the fact that he had missed America undress him. He would like that.

America unbuttoning his shirt while he lay there with a small blush spread on his face. Then England would let the shirt fall off his torso as he lead America into a passionate and lustful kiss.. wait a minute! What the hell was he thinking?

Having thoughts about America.. those thoughts, he defiantly wasn't sick anymore, but he did feel a little hot as his boxers became a little tight.

England sighed as he made his way to the bathroom, opening the door only to be shocked at the sight he saw!

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America walked back into the room he looked down at England hopping what France said was true. He walked over to the bed and slowly sat next to the sick man.. he slightly bit his lip, now he was picking up where he left off before that stupid frog knocked on the door. (oh god I'm becoming more and more like England)

and once again he let hims mind slip into another fantasy.

American's fantasy

England was laying on the bed looking up at America who was sitting next to him, looking back at him.

England gave a cute look, "you look so lonely over there America."
America blushed, and slightly nodded. England smirked, "come over here."

America crawled up the bed slightly leaning over England. England's eye's sparkled like the stars, as he looked up at the young man, who was slightly blushing. America inched his face closer to England's, and right before there mouths met, it cut off.

Reality D:

America looked at the sleeping man, he didn't want to disturb something so beautiful, but he couldn't take it.. "I mean it's just one kiss.. right" he thought to himself as he slowly leaned down, breath a little shaky and his eye's wide with that curtain glow.

He slightly brushed his lips against England's, when he saw the other man didn't move he thought he was in the clear, and began leaning into a passionate breathless kiss... kinda like in those romance movies America hated so much.

America couldn't help himself, he slowly climbed onto the Brit making the kiss more needfully lustful. That is when he realized how uncomfortable he looked in those cloths. He pulled away, his face about an inch from England's. He began to unbutton his green pajama top. He bit his lip and his hand slid down the shirt with two shaky hands, he was very fearful England would wake up and be pissed!

..but then he remembered that when America was a kid. He could sleep threw a fire work show, yeah he missed the stupid fourth of July just so he could sleep in.. America was pissed.

He began to get a little rougher with him now kissing on his neck.

He imagined England gasping and moaning, running his hands through his hair as he kissed and licked over his tender neck.

America sat up after taking off the top completely he threw it somewhere random and began on England's pants. He kissed down his torso, only kissing those two small pink nubs on his chest.

He reached the pant line, then started kissing along it. He imagined England shaking with anticipation.

Then he grabbed his waist band and slowly took off his green pajama pants. He sat up worried as he heard a small grunt escape the Brits mouth.

He sat up, leaving his pants only down to mind thie, he was worried he would have some explaining to do.

He heard a grunt again, then saw a small beam of his eye's only 3 quarters of the way open. And America knew that thankfully he was still asleep, but he probably wouldn't remember waking up. So America smiled at the Brit.

England flashed a small smiled. America leaned down biting his lip, but he wanted to know so bad what it would be like to actually kiss him, and England wouldn't remember anything sooo..

America slowly pressed his lips on his smooth lips. England kissed him back, and America almost immediately deepened the kiss, making it more passionate.

England didn't really move, considering he technically was still asleep. America made the kiss last as long as he could before he suddenly had the strange urge to breath... huh that's not important or anything.

America sadly pulled away, slightly panting. His face a few inches away from England's. England stared tiredly, his eye's closed as he began to evenly breath again.

"i really hope he doesn't remember that."

America bit his lips slightly moving his hips to feel the erection in his pants. America blushed, but he knew what he had to do, he sighed crawling off the bed and walking to the bathroom.

He bit his lip starring at himself in the mirror, then he looked down to unbutton his pants. America slightly gulped as he brought his fully erected penis out of the small cavern, of his America flag underwear.

He grabbed it and slowly began to pump leaning on the sink with one hand, and closing his eye's to imagine the passionate kiss him and England shared a few moments ago.

His pumps became quicker, and small gasps began to leave his mouth forcefully. He thought of that amazing English ascent that called his name.

He began to sloppily thrust his hips, feeling close to his climax, he began to moan, not thinking about the man in the other room.

America bit his lip and gasped, just one more good thrust and he would see stars... unfortunately England walked in with a gasp, America stopped his motion and looked at the shocked man...

"A-America.. what are you-" England said feeling a blush climb on his face..

"England," pant.. pant, "no i-it's not what you think .America was as red as a freshly picked tomato from Spain. "umm...so how are you feeling?"

"better..." England said.

America noticed that he was starring at his penis witch was still in his hand. He began to blush and fidget with his other hand.

"ill um... go make us some breakfast," England said. He quickly closed the door.

America waited for a few moments before he decided to finish.

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hey guy's sorry I took so long, please review, is it good bad awesome?