England was tired of this.
He was always on bottom. It always made his arse hurt.
Today however he had a plan. He would initiate it!
When America came home he was in shock.
Sitting there was England wearing nothing but a scrap of white cloth across his legs.
Admittedly this kinda turned him on.
America made a B-line for England immanently.
England expecting this, dodged him and pushed him down on the couch.
America gave a look of surprise.
England wiped off this look with a kiss. His tongue seeking entrance into his mouth and finding his tongue.
America was not used to this side of him. It shocked and surprised him.
England lifted America's shirt over his head and slid his tongue down his muscled chest.
America gave a jolt of shock and pleasure. He could get used to this.
England unzipped his pants and proceeded.
America moaned with approval. Then came. "Sorry," he muttered
England quickly lapped up the come and ignored him.
It was time. England removed the cloth from around himself and penetrated America for the first time.
It was bliss. For England anyway. America was so shocked and this penetration that he came again.
It felt good but at the same time it kind of hurt. America felt the back of England's he and pulled him closer.
"I'm coming," said England.
"It's ok," said America. "Please come inside."
England did so and collapsed into America's waiting arms.