RZA : Okay! So like I said, Mint Bunny-chan won the second draw and her suggestion was USUK chocolate foreplay. Awwww yeah, y'all know what that means! Anyway, enjoy ~
England was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper while occasionally taking a sip of his tea. Sunday mornings where peaceful for him, a chance to catch up on the daily news, finish up his embroidery and perhaps if he was lucky he could bake a batch of scones before the afternoon rolled in.
Sunday mornings also meant that the American he occasionally shared his home with would most likely be asleep until further notice. Tuckered out from a night of video games and surfing the internet which meant he could enjoy some peace and quiet.
Yes, this was perfect.
That is, until he heard a loud crash coming from upstairs.
With a sigh, England folded the news paper and turned to the man that had appeared behind the kitchen door, glaring at him.
Well, so much for a peaceful morning...
"America, what are you doing up, its only 9'Oclock?" He questioned, reffering to the fact that the younger country should be in bed until the late hours of the morning like he always was.
"I told you last night that I was going to make a special breakfast today!" America said, going imediately for the refrigerater. "S'not my fault you don't listen." He added, taking out tiny fruits, a tub of ice cream, bananas, nuts and god knows what else.
England looked at the ingrediants with distaste, knowing that whatever 'breakfast' the american had in mind would no doubt clog his arteries or give him some sort of disease.
"What are you doing?"
"Making breakfast, duh."
"And what exactly are you making for breakfast?"
"Well, it's sunday so I figured I would make sundaes for breakfast! Haha do you get the pun Iggy?" America laughed, thinking that his joke was hilarious while the brit pondered exactly why he was attracted to the man in the first place.
"America, ice cream for breakfast isn't healthy." The blond stated, shaking his head at the younger nation. Honestly, he thought america would at least have thought of something more breakfast-like. Even pancakes were better at this point.
"Oh come on, don't be a prude. There's fruits in it, ain't there?" America insisted, scooping what looked like half of the ice cream tub into his bowl. England shuddered at the terrible use of grammar.
SIghing, he unfolded his newspaper and resumed reading. "Whatever. Just don't include me in this."
"Pffft, fine. You're the one who'se missing out."
England rolled his eyes, ignoring the constant humming that the other was doing. His eye twitched everytime he heard the other say 'oopsie' or 'ah, I'll clean it later', knowing all too well that he would be left to clean the young nation's mess. As always.
"Finished! Don't it look goooooood, Enlgand?" America bragged, flaunting the concoction in his face. "It still needs one thing though."
"And what might that be?" England said sarcastically, never looking up from the daily paper.
"Chocolate syrup of course!" America sang, proudly pulling the dark bottle out of the cupboard. "No sundae is complete without chocolate drizzle."
More like Chocolate river...
America shook the bottle and squeezed but nothing came out.
"Dude what the hell? I just bought this yesterday, it can't be empty!"
"Perhaps you ate it all in your sleep?" England laughed but it was more of a 'haha, fat ass' laugh than a 'oh no' laugh.
"That's stupid." America retorted, shaking the bottle harder. This time when he uncapped the bottle an arc of chocolate syrup shot out like a broken fountain, covering parts of the already dirty counter among other things. "Awww man, I got it all over my shirt!"
England decided to look up and was greeted by the american slipping the soiled muscle shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
Normally England would scold the younger nation for carelessly throwing his clothes on the floor but right now he was too busy being aroused by the American casually licking chocolate off of his digits. America seemed to feel the brit's eyes on his back since he looked at him dead on, still sucking the sweet chocolate off of his fingers.
"Want a taste?" He taunted, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.
England bit his lip, loins stirring at the idea. Slowly he made his way towards the american, grabbing his hand before dragging his tongue over the still chocolate coated fingers. He watched as the american's eyes grew heavy with lust from the sight of the englishman sucking off his fingers with such ferver.
"Hey England," America started. "Want to try something?"
England slowly released the fingers with a slight pop. The digits where shiny with saliva, thick droplets sliding down the length of the finger.
"What do you have in mind?"
Answering without words, America grabbed the back of England's neck and pulled him close, mouth pressing against the other's in heated passion. England responded to the kiss with equal ferocity, nipping the bottom of the younger country's lips nearly hard enough to draw blood.
America began popping the buttons to England's shirt one by one but quickly. He cursed how the other insisted on wearing proper clothes, even on a sunday morning but his thoughts were interrupted when an icy hand began fondling the junctions of his hip bones, cold fingers making their way underneath the loose elastic waist band.
America shivered, grabbing hold of England's hand and pulling him down to the floor. He disgarded his boxers before grasping and tossing away the other's white dress shirt, pushing him back onto the floor where it was the brit's turn to shiver from cold.
"A-America, the floor is bloody freezing!" He complained, trying to hold the american close enough to him to suck out every last bit of heat. When the dirty blond american began tugging on his pants and England felt his arse touch the cold floor he let out a hiss, glaring daggers at his lover.
All America could do was chuckle and kiss the other deeply. "Sorry babe, but you'd be even more pissed at me if I got any of this on your clothes." He grinned, pulling out the bottle of chocolate syrup.
After tossing the pants far away to make sure they stayed clean, America squeezed out some of the bottle's contents out on England's stomach, making a sort of 'S' shape on the pale skin. Another shiver ran up the brit's spine as the refrigerated syrup touched his exposed skin.
America licked his lips before descending on the older country, tongue darting out to lapp at the chocolate, smearing it all over England's tummy. The englishman let out a shuddery breath, head lolling back as he felt the slick tongue roam over his stomach.
Soon lips pressed against the flat expanse of skin, sucking the sweet syrup off of the blond causing him to moan. America smirked at the sound, raising his head from the now clean stomach before squirting some more syrup onto his lover.
This time he made circles around the other's nipples, eliciting a gasp from under him. The pink nubs doused in chocolate looked rather inviting, and soon the hungry american's mouth was devouring the older nation once more.
Hands twisted in dirty blond hair as America's tongue teased the other's nipples.
"A-ah...America..." England moaned as his chest was covered by the other's lips. A breathy sigh left his lips as the other suckled his nipples like a kitten feeding off of its mother. He wanted that devilish tongue to touch other parts of him that begged for attention and soon, once all of the chocolate had been sucked clean off his chest, his wish was granted.
America pulled away, eyeing the brit underneath him with lust heavy eyes. He squeezed out a generous amount of chocolate syrup onto England's pevic region, licking his lips at the delicious sight before him.
England felt the cool substance on his dick, which had turned a dark red from the strain of arousal. His eyes looked up at the american, begging and pleading for the other to fix his problem. America caught the look and wasted no time going down on the older country, licking the pool of chocolate that had gathered in the dips of the blond's hips.
England watched his former charge greedily lick up all of the chocolate mess that had formed a puddle around the base of his throbbing member. He wanted, no, craved for that mouth to suck on his weeping manhood. It ached so badly, but all that left the englishman's lips where whines and moans.
America caught a glimpse of the other's face and got the message, turning attention to the leaking appendage infront of him. He engulfed the whole thing into his mouth, cheeks hallowed out as he sucked the length of the sex organ.
Another shuddering breath escaped England's mouth as his most sensitive skin was attacked and he let out a high pitched cry. His sticky hands flew to the younger nation's hair as the dug into the scalp, urging that mouth to take him in deeper. He already felt close to climaxing but refused to let go just yet. America bobbing his head up and down on his member wasn't helping the situation.
The american's mouth retreated to sucking only the head of his former caretaker's throbbing manhood. He could tell the other was close by the way his hands clawed at the top of his head and the way his body convulsed with rivelets of pleasure. He could already taste the precum mingling with the taste of the chocolate syrup. The flavor could only be described as magical, he thought, loving the taste of his lover and his favorite topping mixed together.
"A-america, I'm gonna cum!" England slurred, head thrown back as his heavy pants increased.
America smirked as the usual grammar nazi was reduced to 'butchering' the English language. He didn't slow his ministrations though, instead increasing in base as he licked hungrily at the leaking head of the brit's erection.
With a final thrust of his hips, England came into America's mouth with a loud cry of the country's name. The salty-sweet taste that flooded over the dirty blond's tongue made him hum in complete bliss as he swallowed the entire mouthful.
England watched, still panting heavily from his post orgasmic state. He sat up, cupping the larger country's face and bringing it close to his as he pressed their lips together, snaking his tongue between full lips to taste his own essence mixed with the chocolate syrup.
Their kiss didn't last very long and soon England was pulling away, licking his lips of the sweetness.
"What do you say about a sundae now?" America asked, eyebrows quirking as he held his british lover's sticky body.
"I'd much rather have a hot shower." The blond answered, hands trailing sensually down the american's tanned body. "But you are more then welcome to join me."
America grinned at the offer, lifting the brit up as he carried him to the bathroom.
This sunday morning was a lot busier than England was used to, but he wasn't complaining.
A/N: Alright, there you go! I hope you liked it Mint Bunny-chan, please review and tell me what you thought of it! Sorry it took so long, had some technical difficulties and some writers block along the way but hey, it's done now, right? Suggestions for the next chapter are now open, so leave a comment, you might be the lucky winner next time!
Ok, now before you leave I want to say one thing. This is not meant to sound offensive and I'm not trying to be a bitch but this comment really annoyed me. Michigun or whatever your name is, I just want to say that if you're pissed that I don't want to include the states, or other parts of the UK like wales or the falklands then just go find another fanfiction to read. I'm sure there are lots of people willing to use their free time to write random stories for others while they could potentially be studying for exams or hanging out with friends or looking up crazy shit on the internet. Yeah.
I'm not trying to get people against you or call you out or anything but you don't have to send me a "death glare". I'm sure all 50 states are very wonderful but 1. I don't want to have to keep track of that many characters, 2. I don't really have a mental image to work off of for them so it would be very hard for me considering I base most of my fanfictions off of imagery, and 3. I'm Canadian and I don't really have much knowledge on the states. I don't know how they would act or what they would do. Again, I hate to sound like a bitch but this is my fanfiction and I'll do with it whatever I damn well please. If you're not happy with that decision, like I said, go read someone else's word vomit.
Once more, I'm not trying to be a little stuck up bitch saying "well I dun wanna do dis cause Imma bitch nya nya nya" but come on, cut me some slack at least. I'm writing fanfics for you guys! No monetary value is gained, I'm not getting cookies for it or anything like that and I'm not gonna like, go into FF hall of fanfiction fame for my sucky stories so just please don't whine, ok? Thank you ~