Author owns nothing. Gets nothing for this, except some praise :D
For XiangXu who asked for this scenario. So credit to the Wonderful author of 'Watercolors'. For those that like SpainxAmerica. Check it out. :D
I own nothing. You know that already. Rated M-ish.
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Sochi Winter Olympics 2014-Febuaray 8th
In all fairness, when nations competed in the Olympics, the changing rooms were supposed to be marked. Clearly. And, to America's credit that was one hell of an effeminate man on the placard. Plus, everything was in Russian. Since when the hell did she read freaking Russian? Wasn't he supposed to put things in English at some point?
Well, he probably did it to spite her.
And, England. Come to think of it, it might actually have been more of an oversight, but she wasn't feeling all that damn forgiving about it at the moment.
Because, due to her haste to get ready for the next event -changing into a similar uniform to show her spirit for those competing under her flag-, America had pushed open the door. The one with the still very effeminate placard.
It took a moment for her mind to truly register what she was seeing. Out of reflex, as her brain seemed to load with a huge 'ERROR' sign, her blue eyes widened behind Texas. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as she took in the sight of a mostly nude...Netherlands.
Oh.
OH!
She took in his muscular and toned physique with the intensity of a person in the desert finally finding an oasis. Greedily, her gaze wandered over him, as she nearly let out a gasp in delighted surprise. However, he hadn't noticed her yet. She slapped her hand over her mouth and slowly retreated back through the door.
She leaned against it, panting slightly, in surprise and arousal. The European nation was... exceedingly attractive. America tried to bite back a perverted whimper of distress. She had just walked in on the poor guy. The barely clothed...
With his rippling muscles...
And gorgeous face...
Combined with those toned abdominal-
Holy shit! She really did have some French in her. America tried to calm her racing heart. What the hell was the matter with her? This was an utterly mortifying situation. She'd intruded on someone's privacy and she honestly had not meant to see...
Such a fantastic sight.
Her head tilted as she couldn't help but recall the image that seemed to be burned into her retinas. Oh Lord, what was she going to do about this? What was the protocol for this? Was there one?
Somehow she doubted there was.
The Star-Spangled nation blushed to the roots of her hair, because she tried to imagine how well it would go over, telling him that she'd almost seen his... goodie basket. Not that she wanted to see it. Well, she wouldn't exactly object to seeing it. But, it would be totally wrong to sneak a peak at his uh...
No! No. She was going to be a good and respectful nation. America straightened, still a fine cherry red, and glanced over at the other bathroom. She needed to use the women's restroom, get changed, go cheer her racing heart out, and forget this ever happened.
Ever.
Yes, that was the absolutely adult thing to do. With embarrassment, she cleared her throat and gripped her change of clothes tighter. She was simply over-reacting, and she tried to remind herself of that.
Except some part of her carnal and baser instinct reared to life, and an image of being under that delightful body flashed in her thoughts. America groaned, and adjusted Texas. Nantucket fell slightly flatter against her head.
Okay, she would try not to think about it ever again.
Without knowing why, she covered her face before she went into the next bathroom. America made sure to stomp her feet and yell out-
"Chicken in the Hen House!"
It took her a moment to ponder if that actually meant anything at all.
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May 2014
So, that whole ignoring thing? Was not going anywhere near what she planned. Instead America's mind had started giving her sinful fantasies. Both awake and asleep. There really wasn't all that much she could do about the very vivid dreams that had her waking up feeling nearly exhausted but frustrated.
But the meetings. The meetings were fucking awful. She could be more lady-like about it, but the truth was that they were terrible. Every time her gaze landed on the Netherlands, she'd have to fight down a blush as her imagination went into overdrive.
She also knew about his love of rabbits, and her mind supplied her in a skin-tight play-boy bunny outfit. Just ripe for the taking. His green eyes would be clouded with lust as trailed kisses down her neck. His hands, she imagined, would be rough and gentle at the same time. Warm...
Wow. It was warm in here. America fanned herself to cool down, and tried to be discreet about it.
Yet her eyes kept wandering to him. The mental image of him with his tie undone, and shirt open as she slowly licked a path down his skin to-
"America?"
She jolted in her seat.
"Yes?"
"It's your turn," Spain said kindly, as he hid a smile.
"Oh, thanks dude."
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November 2014
They did not go away, they only got stronger. Her fantasies about the European nation with the body built for sin.
And, it was starting to creep in on her feelings toward him. She mostly ignored him, yes, but she had started to watch him more when she didn't think he was looking. Which involved fawning over him at a distance and marveling how funny he could be.
She overheard a few jokes as she tried to skillfully leave the rooms he entered. Because her salivating over him like a damn English mastiff was unappealing.
Oh, but imagining him with long hair and in a pirate costume was doing wonders to dropping her IQ to somewhere around 'do me now'.
Yes, that seemed about right.
America darted quickly out of the room, pretending she had something to do. She'd done all her business for the day, and had nothing to catch up on.
Then the Netherlands called to her.
"America! Do you have a minute."
Her breath froze in her chest, and her eyes widened as she stopped dead in her tracks.
Shook her head mutely, not trusting herself to speak because she was picturing the Pirate get up and hot damn the man looked good in leather pants. IN fact, he looked excellent out of them too. Well, in her head anyway.
"Could you turn around?" He asked in amusement, laced with curiosity.
She shook her head again, and continued down the hall.
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January 2015
America nearly dropped her soda when the Netherlands came around the corner of the hall, with his arms laden with wooden tulips.
She was in his lands, and she felt a little naughty for just being here. Especially when she'd dreamt last night about the very nation plowing her like a fertile field. She groaned internally, as he came to her with a smile on his face.
"For you," he said congenially and handed her one, painted pink.
America's thoughts churned and proffered up the idea of him tracing each curve of her body with a real pink tulip. The way his mouth would form into a smoky grin as they explored each other's bodies with different touches. The softness of the petal upon her skin as they languidly kissed in a bed with rumpled sheets and -
"I'm allergic," America declared a she thrust the wooden tulip back at him.
His expression morphed into disbelief.
"But uh... thanks. They are really pretty." She muttered awkwardly as she hurried away from him, a blush stained her cheeks, deeper even than the tulip had been colored.
Oh Lord, she needed to find paperwork. That would kill her sex drive instantly.
She missed the way the Netherlands stared after her, something akin to suspicion in his eyes.
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June 2015
"America, can I speak with you please?"
She looked surprised and faintly alarmed. Alright, what was going on?
"Uh. Sure dude. Let me just use the restroom." She said with a benign smile.
He visibly relaxed once she had agreed. He didn't understand why, but it almost felt as if she were trying to avoid him. That thought made him frown, but he hid it well as she walked to the restroom and pushed open the door.
A minute passed.
Then five.
Then ten.
Finally fifteen minutes had come and gone.
The Netherlands paced the floor impatiently. How long could America possibly need to use the bathroom? Granted, she was female, but even with that in mind, it seemed to be taking forever. His green eyes narrowed on the door thoughtfully. Was she sick?
The polite side of him wanted to give her a few more minutes, in case she truly was 'indisposed' but the common sense side of him needed to know that she was alright.
Plus, he still would really like to know why she was acting so odd. He was starting to think she was avoiding him. Though, as he racked his memories, he could not see why she would. He had not done anything to her, or said anything that might upset her.
The European nation did not understand the sudden change in her demeanor.
After an internal battle with himself over what to do, he caught sight of the Czech Republic coming down the hall. She was a rather pretty woman with long, dark brown hair and lighter colored eyes. The Netherlands grinned at the serious and hardworking nation.
"Hallo," he said with ease.
The female nation quirked a brow in response to his greeting, but nodded her head in reciprocation.
"Do you think you could do me a favor?" He said in Czech, though it was a tad rusty.
She regarded him thoughtfully.
"That depends, what do you need?" She replied steadily. The Netherlands grinned a bit more, he always did have an eye to find the nations that loved to haggle.
"America just went in there," he said flicking his thumb in the direction of the women's restroom. "But she has not come out yet. Could you make certain she is alright?"
The Czech Republic blinked at him, her mouth set into an amused smile.
"Yes, I suppose that would be alright."
"Good. Thank you." The Netherlands supplied as the female nation went inside the door. He tapped his foot, still slightly impatient.
However, not even a few moment passed before the dark-haired nation returned.
There was a look of confusion on her pretty face.
"You said... that America was in here?"
"Yes."
The Czech Republic flushed a little, and gave him a look of slight pity.
"There is no one in here. But, the window is open..," she trailed off with an apologetic expression.
The Netherlands blinked. Then his jaw went a little slack, and he couldn't help the way his green eyes squinted at her.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she responded, nodding slightly, "you can come see for yourself."
She opened the door for him. The Netherlands, moved forward, intent on disbelief that America would actually escape out of a bathroom Window to avoid him.
However, his eyes widened as he verified what the Czech Republic had said. America wasn't anywhere to be found. The Star-spangled nation...
Had 'ditched' him, as she said.
He clenched his jaw in agitation. That settled it. She truly was trying to get away from him. But why?
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'Dear God,' America thought as she bolted down the street as if England were chasing after her for another lecture, 'The Dutch are indefatigable!'
The Netherlands had unflagging vitality and sustained enthusiasm as he apparently took exception to America trying to avoid him. Which in turn, only fueled some of the stranger fantasies she'd never known she was into before.
Ones that involved him chasing her through a forest until she was panting, just like now, and tackling her to the ground. He'd rip her clothes off of her, and have his wicked way with her. Granted, she'd be helping him every step of the way.
There was this very lovely national park she knew just outside of-
America gasped as she stumbled, trying to avoid knocking over a gaggle of businessmen as she rounded another corner. With an impressive display of agility, she managed to dodge them all and not scrape her face on the pavement.
Yay! Small victory.
However, it was short lived as she heard the distinctively male voice bellow behind her.
"America! Stop running!"
Yeah, like that had ever worked in the history of mankind.
"I just want to talk to you!" The Netherlands shouted again.
"Sorry! I can't hear you," America returned loudly, still sprinting as fast as her legs would carry her.
She'd love to see someone make a fat joke now... assholes.
"If you can't hear me, why are you responding?!"
Huh. Good point.
Her mind drifted to another more enticing scenario, where the Netherlands showed this much passion in a far more intimate setting. One with the possibility of handcuffs and rose petals. Or what would have happened if the Netherlands had managed to barter her from England, when he had needed the currency to replenish after his long drawn out war -the cause of her rebellion-. Her mind nearly cooed at the thought of what that would have been like... under his... direct attention.
Dear Lord, she really needed to stop reading romance novels from the supermarket.
And, it wasn't the first time that she wondered just how good he was in bed. It was however, the first time she had done so, desperately attempting to out run him because he'd seen her after that whole 'tactically retreating out the window' escapade.
It also turned out that Japan and the Netherlands still spoke. Who knew? What America did know, was that she was going to give Japan a tongue lashing of a lifetime for revealing that the Star-spangled nation had decided to come visit him.
Her blue eyes widened as she saw her opportunity to evade him entirely. America made a bee-line for the subway system, her feet moved in a near blur as she raced to get to the only safety for miles.
Right before she launched over the poor lady carrying a handbag, America could have sworn she glimpsed Japan off to the side. Camera in hand.
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The nation had to be Saarloos wolfdog.
America would have sworn to it. Because her blue eyes widened behind Texas, and her mouth dropped open, when he found her again. Her left eye twitched in disbelief. There was no way.
No damn way!
She hadn't told anyone. Anyone. Not a soul. Not even Canada knew where she had gone off to. So when the Netherlands strolled into the small, sleepy, village restaurant in the Philippines, her jaw nearly had to be pried off the floor.
The Star spangled nation froze, and blushed in horror. It was made worse by the fact that her libido was going into overdrive. Out of all of the places? He had to find her here? Why couldn't he just leave well enough alone? Any other nation would have!
Every time she looked at him, she could feel her heart pound out of control in her chest. So much so, that it nearly hurt. Why did he have to keep making her want him? His tenacity was an incredible turn on.
His green eyes caught her blue gaze, and she nearly came unglued. She swallowed at the intent look on his face. Like a predator that had just found his prey, and she realized that it was an apt description for the situation. That, and the way in which he stalked up to her table had her thinking several very, very, naughty things that all involved him giving her 'adult' orders that her body happily wanted to fulfill.
If... he didn't kill her first.
A weak and wobbly grin painted her face.
"Hey... buddy." She blurted out, nearly wincing at the way her voice pitched upward.
He glared in response. America looked down, and stared at her drink, contemplating how to alleviate the awkwardness.
"...Coffee?" She asked sweetly, proffering her cup to him.
"Nee." He said lowly. His gaze never left her.
She cleared her throat, and started to whistle a little tune. After a moment she stopped and gave him a sheepish look.
"Uh... how uh... how have you been?"
It seemed that he was not in the mood for pleasantries. At least, she thought that by the way the air around him dropped by about 30 degrees. That, and she was 80% sure that he was the reason the baby a table over started wailing.
"Fine." He replied in a terse tone. "How have you been?"
America took a sip of her coffee, Nantucket lowered closer to her head. Her mind would not shut up. Flashes of what they could be doing together tumbled through her thoughts, nearly drowning out any possibility to not say something utterly mortifying.
"Okay." She muttered, and glanced away again. This time she could not stop the blush that spread across her cheeks.
"Care to explain why you've been avoiding me?" He asked with a calmness she could sense was deceptive.
Fuck. She'd pissed off the Netherlands. That was...actually really hard to do. He was such an easy going guy. A sexy, mouth-watering, easy... going...
Her gaze slid down his face, to his chest, and further down, it lingered on something it really shouldn't have.
"America?" He prompted, as something flickered across his face. Something too quick for her to catch as she sputtered and blinked at him owlishly.
"Yes?"
"Why have you been avoiding me?"
"A-Avoind? I mean.. uh... avoiding you?" She gave a laugh, forced as it was, and slapped the table in a merry manner. "Don't be silly."
"You sprinted away from me... through most of Tokyo."
Well... shit. She had done that.
"I was," she floundered for a second, " practicing for my... marathon next month."
The excuse sounded rather lame, and even she didn't believe it. Neither did the Netherlands, by the way he reached for her, to pull her up from her chair. Her body all but melted at his touch. America let out a surprised but delight moan.
Which caused the angry nation to still and look at her as if she had three heads.
"I can totally explain," she started off before backing up a step, and bumping into the table, which sent her cup crashing to the floor.
She closed her eyes in mortification as she listened to it shatter into a hundreds of pieces. Great. This wasn't unbelievingly awkward. Stupid sex drive! If she could have, she would have ovary punched herself.
America's face turned red, and it felt as if she had chili peppers resting on her skin for how hot she was. It drew the attention of every patron, as she nervously took out her wallet.
"I'll... pay for the damage," she mumbled miserably.
Was it too much to ask for the Earth to swallow her whole? Or for an enemy to come strolling in through the door? Where were they when she needed them, damn it!
She picked out some bills, more than enough to pay for the disturbance, the coffee, and the lost cup. She placed it gently on the corner of the table as the owner waved her on, discreetly asking her to leave. America did, trying to keep her head high the whole time.
She succeeded, until she felt the presence of the Netherlands behind her.
America whirled, scratching at the back of her neck.
"So, this is... horrendously awkward. I really don't think that could have gone worse."
He shrugged, and gave her a less-upset grin.
"We didn't burn the place down," he commented, trying to understand what was going on.
"Yeah," The star-spangled nation murmured with a faint quirk of her lips.
She couldn't look at him. Now that he was being sweet enough to try and make her feel better, America felt even more awful. Why did he have to have a good personality too?! Why couldn't he be a cold Jerk so she could just want him for his body?
Really now, was that so...
Okay, so she was being a little ridiculous. America took a deep breath, knowing that she needed to clear the air between them and it was simply time to bite the proverbial bullet. Okay, she'd been dancing around the issue for over a year now. It was time.
America took another breath and allowed her gaze to reach the bridge of his nose. She was just going to stare at the one spot. Easy-peasy.
"Look, I'm sorry. I've been acting strange," she admitted without preamble. "It's nothing you did or said. I've just had this personal issue to work through and it's made it really tough to be around you lately."
He tilted his head, contemplating her.
"Then please, talk to me."
"I accidentally saw you mostly naked!" She blurted out, far louder than she intended.
"What?" He asked, clearly startled by the way his green eyes widened and blinked at her.
"It was like a year ago, and I didn't meant to. But in my defense they were really angrodenous placards for the bathrooms/changing rooms or whatever the hell Russia had."
The Netherlands looked more confused than before.
"At the Olympics in Sochi," she clarified as the proverbial light bulb went off over his head.
"I see."
"And, since then," She admitted, staring at anything that wasn't him. "I've been thinking about you. A lot."
"Oh."
"It's not always, you know, that dirty." The female nation rushed to assure him. She really wasn't that big of a pervert.
"You have dirty thoughts about me?"
America twitched.
"Yeah. Well, not strange dirty. At least, I don't think they are. But, what I mean to say is that I- Uh...You're very handsome, and I like you." She admitted in a very gentle voice that leant to her sincerity.
"Thank you."
And...
There went any chance she had of coming out of this with her dignity intact.
Maybe she'd misheard him? Maybe? Please?
"Thank you?" She questioned in a strained voice.
He smiled at her brightly.
"Yes, thank you."
"You're thanking me... for having a crush on you?"
"You have a 'crush' on me?" He asked, somewhat relieved and amused at the same time.
America flushed again, her pride took too large of a sting having to admit her silliness, and for him to seem like he was close to laughing...
Laughing as she poured her damn heart out to him like a fool.
Well, that permitted her to switch into something easier to deal with. Anger.
"Oh go to hell!" She snapped, clenching her fists at her side.
The Netherlands gave a soft chuckle at that.
"I would, but my meeting with Germany isn't until next week."
She gaped at him. Clearly in disbelief that he was...taking this remarkably well. Did he just get confessions like this all the time? Well, probably. It made her feel even more miserable. Great, she was just another in a long line of broken hearts over the Netherlands and his stupid gorgeousness.
"Screw you. Germany isn't that bad." She grumped. Shifting into a tight smile, attempting for a sense of jocularity she did not feel. Laugh it off America. Play along.
He paused for a moment, something twinkled in his green eyes.
"Forgive me," he drawled out in his accented voice, "but isn't it standard in America for you to buy me dinner first? Before we move onto the next stage?"
The Star-spangled nation's expression went strangely neutral, before splitting into a large smile. A laugh followed, not quite in line with what she normally produced.
"Eh, maybe, but who has the time, really?" She questioned.
"Oh, I know. The scheduling these days." He commented off handedly.
"Yep, those can be... brutal." America replied glancing away.
"Of course," The Netherlands replied, pulling out his pipe. "It's not every day America admits that she can't stop thinking about me. You said you've been having naughty thoughts about me. where any of them rather good?"
He winked at her and she flushed.
Her eye twitched again, a she nodded uncomfortably. She covered her face as she blushed again.
"Could you... not repeat that part? Please."
"Why not?" He grinned, sounding amused. "I don't mind. In fact, I am a little curious as to what goes on in that head of yours."
She peaked through her fingers at him. One blue eyes still partially hidden behind Texas.
"You don't mind?"
Her tone seemed uncertain, but filled with barely disguised hope and something else that he couldn't quite place.
"Not at all!" The European nation said, nearly enthusiastically. "It is nice to be considered attractive."
Something told him that he'd said something incorrect. America's shoulder's drooped and she let her hands fall.
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is." She looked off to the side. "So, we good?"
He nodded, feeling that he missed out on a part of the conversation that was important, but he did not understand what it was. She'd admitted to having a few fantasies about him, That was harmless. Yet, she hadn't asked him for anything, nor had she indicated wanting to go back to his place or hers...
So...
His ally thought he was attractive. That did make him feel a little more confident. He smiled at her, and she gave him one in return.
"Yes, think nothing of it."
"Okay," she replied, non-committal.
He took a deep puff of his pipe and stared her down.
"Now, as to these fantasies you've been having about me-?"
"Dude, I am not telling you that."
"Why not? They are about me." He replied with a flirtatious grin.
America huffed a soft laugh.
"It's embarrassing."
His grin widened.
"I am not embarrassed in the slightest."
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She was totally sulking.
However, America felt it was a little justified. She'd poured out her dark, dirty, secret to the Netherlands, and he acted like she was talking about hte flipping weather. Fine. Whatever.
Glad she could make his day.
She tapped her fingers on the desk in irritation. Not that it wasn't understandable why she would be irritated. Since that whole debacle, she hadn't been able to have a single fantasy about the man that didn't involve him 'thanking' her.
Who the hell said 'Thank you' when someone confessed to wanting to explore their body like an amusement park? Who did that?!
The Netherlands, apparently. Stupid, sexy, man.
Then he'd told her to 'think nothing of it'. Which had caused her to stew about it for a week. In fact, right up until this latest meeting, where she sat. She was not even attempting to listen, but she was also stubbornly refusing to look at the European nation that had firmly put her in the 'friend zone'.
Oh hell, she wasn't even in the friend zone. she was in the 'that's nice zone' where no one really gave a damn what you did, as long as you left them alone.
Someone nudged her elbow/ She blinked, her attention caught by the sudden pressure. America balefully glanced over the rim of Texas to stare at France.
"Yeah?" She drawled out lazily.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly.
Whoa. He had to be concerned to be talking during a meeting. Germany was always watching.
America straightened, a little flustered but happy that he actually bothered to ask. Most people avoided her when she was in a bad mood. She had no idea why. She was just damn peachy. She sighed quietly.
"Yeah. More or... less, you know?" She answered, because it felt a little impolite to toss her problems onto France.
"Would you like to talk after the meeting?" He asked discreetly as she leaned over so that it would look as if they were
She nodded, smiling for the first time since she walked in the room.
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The Netherlands narrowed his eyes on the picture that France presented as he leaned closer to America.
Why, exactly, was France leaning closer to America?
What were they talking about? Why was she smiling? What was going on?
He shifted in his chair, his mind wandering to how her eyes were lit up, as they had been all those months she'd been having fantasies about him. Which was still very flattering, and had prompted him to wonder even more about what America had thought about. He'd teased her for a solid hour, but she would not give a scrap of information to him.
So now, he was very curious. And, if he were an honest nation -which he usually was- he'd had some thoughts about her over the centuries. Many more of them, as of late, now that she'd made her interest in him known.
He'd done some research later that night and discovered that, for an woman from her country, she'd been incredibly bold. To the border of aggressive, in telling him that she thought about him that way.
Americans were... surprisingly shy in romance.
The Netherlands hadn't known that. Apparently, they danced around the issue a lot and there was flirting combined with something called 'mixed signals'. It sounded exhausting to him.
Also, interestingly enough, it was considered bad manners to thank an American for having an interest in you.
How strange.
Admittedly, she'd caught him off guard. He'd been thinking that he was about to have a treaty and trade deals ripped out from under him. Or that America was into something sinister or worthy of being reprimanded.
Instead, she... had a 'crush' on him. She liked him. America was a bit infatuated with him. And, sincerely, the Netherlands liked that. He liked her. She was... a little adorable when she was so worked up about something so small. He wasn't upset that she was affect by him in such a way. He was happy about it.
Now.. he just had to make her understand that he reciprocated her desire. But, so that there were no 'mixed' signals. He would do it the Dutch way. He would be as straightforward as possible.
After he found out what France was up to, with America.
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"And, then... oh you'll love this part. Then he says 'Thank you'." America lamented glumly as she had her cheeseburger in hand, ready to eat the whole thing in less than three minutes. Sometimes, even a nation needed comfort food.
"Oh," France hissed softly. "Not good."
America jammed the burger in her mouth, chewing it furiously as if it needed to be punished.
"I know right?" she muttered after she swallowed.
France patted her hand sympathetically.
"There, there, sweet one." He stated in a nearly fatherly tone. "Sometimes love is difficult."
"Love?" America blushed heavily. "Pfft. I don't love him. That's..."
Oh shit. That was possible. Crap. It would explain why she was sulking so damn much and-
"Stupid." She finished, not allowing her thoughts to run wild.
France eyed her speculatively.
"Is it?" He murmured gently, as if he were speaking to a woman that was terribly confused and upset.
Which, oh hey, he was.
She avoid his gaze. Her throat felt tight and her eyes stung.
"Yeah. Totally. Stupid. Besides its not like he feels anything for me, anyway." America laughed brightly, blinking back a few mysterious tears. She reached for her coke and took a deep drink.
"Ah, my mistake then." France commented, clearly not believing her. Yet, there was a softening in his expression.
She picked at her fries, setting the soda down.
"'Sides, he told me to 'think nothing of it'." She muttered, nearly bitterly. Way to kill an entire year of the most sexually charged fantasies and thoughts she'd ever had. So what?
France nodded patiently.
"Well, sometimes, men are difficult creatures."
"This coming from the nation that kept trying to catch me in a state of undress during the Revolutionary war?" She stated in a deadpan manner as she quirked a brow.
He didn't appear phased in the slightest by her jab. He tapped his chin thoughtfully as he grinned alluringly.
"Ah Oui. But do not forget the few times I succeeded."
Oh, she remembered, and she had made sure it wasn't worth it. Yet, France still persisted. America blushed deeply, and snarled at him.
"I shot you. Twice!"
"A paltry thing, for a glimpse at land so full of ... potential." He purred at her roguishly.
"You're not helping!"
France shrugged and patted her hand again.
"I am, and you know it."
The Star-spangled nation fought a grin as she pouted at him.
"America, I think maybe you have misunderstood the Netherlands." France said suddenly, as he leaned closer.
"What makes you say that?" She questioned, confused by the change of topic.
"Because, sweet one, if I were not with you, I might be afraid for my precious face."
"What?"
She was still confused, and her face expressed that perfectly by how it crunched up as she tried to ponder what the hell he was talking about.
France pointed to the side, and America followed the direction of his finger.
A grin pulled at her mouth in disbelief. On the other side of the McDonald's, far enough away to not be heard, was a lost looking Belgium and the Netherlands.
The Netherlands that straightened when he caught sight of her looking at him, and he winked at her.
America flushed as her mind went right in the gutter.
Damn the Dutch! She couldn't even sulk when he did that. America, bravely, tried to hide behind her tray, and winced when fries scattered to the floor. Her blue eyes met the romantic nation's gaze. She glared at him.
France simply started laughing.
"I would not be worried any longer," he said conspiratorially, "if I were you."
She swallowed and her heart started hammering in her chest again.
Was 'Thank you' something different to the Dutch? Shit, she knew she should have Googled this. Did that mean, that maybe, he liked her too? She worried her lower lip. Well, it was possible. Her head slowly rose and she peaked over the top of the tray.
The Netherlands grinned and waved at her.
America waved back, an ingrained response.
She ducked back down, trying not to feel horridly embarrassed that he was flirting with her. The Star-spangled nation was also elated at the same time she was unsure of what to do.
"Oh, my little America is growing up!" France cooed at her.
"I hate... so much right now."
"Your lips say 'hate', but your eyes say 'adore.'"
"No, I'm pretty sure they say 'go die in ditch'."
"You wound me!" He gave a mock gasp of outrage.
"If you don't help me get out of here," America said with false sweetness, "I might."
France laughed again.
"Of course, sweet one, for all the good it will do you."
She glanced at him with suspicion.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Nothing. You'll see."
OoOoOo
She was taking the elevator to the parking garage. Happy to be free of another mind numbing meeting. Though her interlude with France had cheered her up considerably. Though her mind was still sorting out what that business at the McDonald's had been about.
And, there was a little pep in her step as she got on the elevator.
America reached for her keys when a hand landed on her shoulder.
"Ghost!" America screeched and jumped two feet into the air. Her eyes were wide and she waving the keys in her tightly clenched hand in a defensive manner.
The Netherlands blinked at her.
"Ghost?" He questioned, obviously confused.
America winced internally. Off to another great start.
"Uh... Nothing. I mean. Hey... Netherlands. Where did you come from?"
So... damn... awkward.
"Hallo," he replied, with a grin chasing away his earlier confusion. "I've been here the whole time."
Situational awareness : Level 0.
"You know, you never did tell me what it was you thought about." He continued on, despite her silence.
She gaped at him.
"Dude, are you serious?"
"Very." He purred sensually as he took a step closer to her. America was already against the wall of the elevator, but her feet still tried to back up a bit as he moved closer.
"Uh... what... are you okay?"
"I've been thinking," the male nation stated with a playful glint to his eyes.
"Good for you?" America questioned, not quite understanding. Her mind was starting to tug her into the rated 'R' section again. She fought it with all her might.
"I'd like to make a deal."
Okay, now she really was lost.
"What?"
His green eyes bored into hers, and they were darker than she remembered. Her mouth went suddenly dry, and she swallowed as he leveled a look at her that she didn't think was possible after that disaster last time.
There was desire there, in his eyes.
Wait, what was going on?
"You tell me one of your fantasies," he stated as he leaned his mouth closer to her ear. "And I'll tell you one of mine."
America- Classification-Nation. Brain-Rebooting.
The Star Spangled nation gasped as her mind stuttered for coherent thought. Her blue eyes were impossibly wide, and her lips parted. She could feel the heat of his body through both of their clothes and it was doing things to her.
"I'll give you a hint," he whispered to her as he nipped at her earlobe. "It involves an elevator."
She barely had time to register the fact that she grabbed him and pressed their lips together, until they were hungrily trying to devour each other. The feel of his body against hers was making all the naughty thoughts of months prior surge to life.
America tried to twine herself to him, or climb up him. Something to get the hardened part of him where it would do the most good.
Dimly, she felt his arm move, and the sound of an alarm as he hit the 'Emergency stop' button and the elevator halted.
She ripped her mouth from his, and panted as she fought for a breath. His green eyes were on her, and she felt nearly naked under his gaze.
"Mine didn't have an elevator," She admitted in a ragged voice that was laden with undisguised want. "But I did imagine what it would have been like if England hadn't gotten control over me as a Colony."
His eyes burned even brighter at her confession and he kissed her without restraint, as she moaned into his mouth.
He pulled back, a wild look about him. The smile he gave made her thighs clench together in want.
"You'd still be with me," The Netherlands stated lowly, "I would have kept you too pleasured to move, let alone rebel."
America couldn't help but think that reality was so much better than a fantasy as his hips ground against hers and his hands moved upon her body.
So...
Soooo... much better.