Things were happening fast, too fast. America kissed him, he kissed him back, their lips moved and molded with each other, then opened allowing their tongues to play. The kissing stopped momentarily for them to catch their breath and remove their glasses already half falling off their faces. But when America began gain he didn't kiss Canada's waiting lips. Instead he drifted slightly lower to his neck, inciting a surprisingly pleasant moan.

"Ughnn… Oh, god…" Canada managed to mutter between his increasing panting. "Hnn… w-wait… nngh…"

America stopped after leaving a sizable hickey on Canada's neck. "What?" he mumbled under his breath.

"W-we can't…" America looked him again in the eyes, his face red, hot with passion, and his eyes filled with lust. Slowly he slipped his hand under Canada's shirt and began caressing his chest. "Ahngh… A-Ameri... ahh.."

His hand was now placed below the belt caressing something that was now so sensitive to the touch, sending shivers down Canada's spine. Soon his moaning grew louder and louder, his back arched with the lightest touch and his hips began to move so lightly on their own. "Hhnn… I can't… take aahh!"

America pressed himself against Canada's shaking body, sliding up until his mouth was nibbling at Canada's ears. Softly he whispered, "Beg…"

"Ughnn… Oh, god… please ahh, please…hha.."

"That's better." Gently he lifted Canada's legs and slipped his pants off, freeing his throbbing member.

"P-please, don't stare… it's emb-barrassing." He laid his head back covering his eyes with his arm as America went to work. He started by slowly sliding his tongue from the base to the very tip of Canada's erection. He then preceded to roll the tip inside of his mouth. "Ahh!.. hhnn… P-please… don't p-play with- ahh… m-me." Just as America began to put Canada deeper into his mouth, the phone rang. "Nnngh… A-America, t-the phone."

For a moment it appeared America was going to ignore the call, but when it rang for a second time Canada nudged him with his leg. Slowly he took Canada's member out and ran his sleeve across his mouth. "You're really going to make me answer that?"

"I-if you don't, they'll just keep calling back," he laughed lightly.

"Fine." He walked over and picked up the phone while rubbing his head in attempts to express the inconvenience. "Hello?"

"What the hell happened? You promised to meet me! Why aren't you here?"

"B-Britain!" America was shocked to hear his voice on the other end and the severity of the situation began to kick in. "I-I'm sorry. I was just… I lost track of the time." His voice was beginning to sound heavy. Canada, now realizing what he had done, began slipping his pants back on as a wave of guilt came over him. America was with Britain, everyone knew this, and now Canada had caused them problems, more serious than the problem Britain saw at hand. "I'll be there soon I promise. I'll bring you your favorite desert, your favorite movie, please… Just, forgive me… I-I didn't mean to."

"Fine, I will see you soon. Be here in the next hour. Good-bye." America hung up the phone with a distressed look on his face and turned to see Canada still on the floor, gripping his now clothed legs tight.

"We did something terrible… I've caused you to cheat…" America knelt down and placed a hand on Canada's shoulder. Their faces both expressed great concern.

"It's… ok. You didn't mean to."

"But it doesn't change the fact that it happened…" America sat for a moment with a very concentrated look on his face.

"Canada."

"Yes?"

"Will you do me a favor… Britain, he… he can't find out about this."

"Of course…"

"Promise me."

"I promise."

"Finally, you're here." Britain sat on the couch with that same grey suit from before, laid out for America. "I'm not dressing up for you, but you will be for me. You owe me."

"I suppose I do," America laughed as he set down the gifts he'd purchased on the way over.

"Well, before we start, you owe me an explanation." He patted the seat next to him on the couch. "Talk."

America nervously sat down, hands shaking. What was he going to say? "W-well, um… Canada came by."

"Canada?"

"Y-yeah, I uh wanted to talk to him… about his eye." America figured this wasn't as bad as lying. He was technically telling the truth, just out of context really.

"I wasn't aware that was still bothering you." It looked like he might actually be buying this.

"Yeah, it was. But now that I've had the chance to talk to him about it I feel much better." He smiled at Britain hoping his nerves wouldn't get the best of him.

"I'm glad to hear that. So everything is going to be ok then?"

"Yeah," he smiled warmly. "I think it will be."

"Great. Now put this suit on," he said as he handed it off to America. "I'll be in the bedroom, don't keep me waiting." As Britain left America to change, he sat on the bed and wondered if there was truth to America's story. It sounded believable enough; however, when the issue first bothered him it was obvious something was wrong. That look on America's face had disappeared a few days ago, why was it that he was only now saying the issue had been resolved? He suspected that perhaps today wasn't the first time the two had met with each other during the week. His thoughts were interrupted as America stepped into the room.

"Do I really have to wear the tie?" he complained.

"Yes, it completes the package. Now pleasure me."