A/N: England's chapter is long, yes it is. So yeah, there are definite pairings in here, if that wasn't already evident.

Chapter Four: England: Roleplay

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Out of all of Europe, only four of those nations were interested in nations outside the Old World.

Those four would be Turkey, Greece, Prussia, and England.

Of course, Prussia wasn't a nation anymore really (though he seemed to be getting stronger lately for some reason*), and everyone forgot Canada most of the time anyway, so he was left alone most of the time.

Greece had that bromance going on with Japan, that was way more romance than bro. But they were so old and philosophical and, well, suited for each other that most people left them alone too. Plus, if anyone did bother them, Greece just slept through it and Japan had a secret stash of... desirable information (blackmail) on every single European nation, and then some, so he was left alone usually as well.

Turkey had that weird "nonexclusive no strings attached" thing with Egypt (it was actually exclusive, but they weren't telling each other that). However, Egypt was formally part of his Empire so people understood where that came from since many European relationships stemmed from Empire-Territory relations, so people left them alone too.

And then there was England.

Poor, poor England.

Yeah, they didn't leave England alone. For several reasons. One, he was dating his former "Little brother". Two, said "Little brother" essentially told him to Fuck off, and kicked his ass when he was a teenager and England was the Great British (and basically undefeatable) Empire. Three, England is dating someone about 1501 years his junior (or so he thought)*. And lastly, he was dating America.

America.

A child by their standards (or so they thought). Bright, loud, annoying, 'Heroic!' America.

Needless to say, Europe laughed at him for that. They couldn't really take America seriously, despite the (unknown) fact that America had the strength, intellect, and influence to conquer them all easily, if he tried or wanted to.

England too, forgot how dangerous America was most of the time. And for the first few months of their official Special Relationship, he simply didn't know.

And then America made love to England for the very first time.

It was...something England hadn't really experience before. It was gentle. Adoring and sweet. Loving. England was happy, for the first time in a relationship. Honest to God happy.

But...

He got a little...bored. While the sex, in it's relaxing worshiping way, was fantastic, it was very vanilla.

So, England asked America to be a little rougher. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he remembered his pirate days, and how he indulged in his sexual activities back then. He was addicted to the rush, the slight pain and the delicious burn. The power he felt in his red coat and feathered hat, the formidable black boots.

America, naturally asked why, worried that he wasn't satisfactory as a lover (like most nations, he was a little new to committed relationships and actually trying to please his partner after all), and England admitted that he missed the rush, the danger, the excitement he got from sex as a pirate. America...well...

He laughed. Not at the idea, which he hastily told England when he got that weird red blotchy 'I'm going to kill you you sodding git!' pout on his face, but the fact that it was simply strange to America because America remembered England as a pirate.

"Haha, yeah. I remember your pirate days, Iggy! When I was a kid, my favorite game was to steal clothes from your room and dress up as pirate you!"

America.

As a pirate.

An English pirate. In his clothes. Dominating. Strong. Roughly fucking England against the wooden floor of the Captain's Quarters.

The thought nearly made him drool.

The look on America's face was mortifying, but England managed to dig up the courage from somewhere inside to shove his old Empire pirate uniform at the confused American and ask him to wear it. America blinked behind Texas. Blinked some more. Shrugged and left the room, to presumably change. England paced. Oh, this wouldn't work. America would think he was absolutely insane, and America was so much taller than him, it wouldn't even fit-

"Ya know darlin' " a slow, sultry, Southern drawl purred in his ear, and faster than England could blink, America, single handedly no less, tossed him over his broad shoulder and sauntered towards the bedroom, formidable black boots stomping the ground with strength.

"I had privateers too."

As England later basked in the afterglow of what had to be the roughest, dirtiest, and best sex of his life, he decided they had to do this more often. He lazily peered at his equally satisfied and sweaty lover through his lashes and let out an involuntary hum of contentment and arousal when he noticed his black tri cornered hat askew on his love's head. America grinned languidly at him, hearing his little noise of happiness. "Ya like that lil' lady?" He smirked wickedly, noting how England flushed at his accent. He mentally filed away the useful information that England apparently had a kink for roleplay and his Southern drawl.

"Ya know...I used to be an outlaw in the West. Probably still have that laying 'round somewhere if you wanna..."

...

Oh God yes.

A/N:Fluffy chapter is fluffy.

*Recently, the Free State of Prussia (a micro-nation) was created. Yeah, it's a thing. Prussia's (sorta) back baby!

*I have this theory that America's old. Really old. My theory's a bit different from other theories (that America is also Native America). I have an idea that America and Canada (cuz they're twins) were non physical (spirits) but sentient beings that hung around Native America until 1000 AD, when the Vikings came over. Then Native America and a certain Norwegian who accompanied his little brother on his New World trip, had some fun times and America and Canada were born as physical nation representatives as the Vinland. Then time passed and stuff happened. I think it would really awesome if America and Canada were actually at least 1000 years old, which they are, when all of Europe really sees them as naive kids that are only a few centuries old.

England is about 2000 years old (when the Romans actively came to trade/ trying toconquer the island and essentially gave birth to modern England). 'Britannia', the entire UK's mom, had her prime (and isolation) during the Bronze Age around 3000-4000 years ago (Celtics baby!). She died around 43 AD when the Romans finally conquered Britain successfully.

Yeah. America had privateers. Apparently they kicked some ass in the War of 1812 and the Revolution.