India dragged herself to the doorstep. Why had she even come to this dumb party? She didn't really have any positive feelings toward anyone that would be there. Accept for America. Their relationship was very confusing. One moment, they are head over heels for each other, the next, they're wanting to cut off trade to each other.
Regardless of this, she had come to the party. She figured that if her neighbor was going to have a party, she might as well go. She had nothing better to do anyway.
China came to the door. He was dressed in even more festive reds and golds. His sleeves fell far passed his hands, but that never seemed to bother him. He was holding a basket of buns.
"Ni Hao India! I'm so happy you could make it, aru!" China had to nearly yell to tell her this. He had said this just as Prussia came running through, Spain and France on his tail each of them screaming for a stolen object back. Gilbird was flying in laps around Prussia's head as he laughed to his friends.
"Those idiots will never grow up, will they?" India asked herself, entering the house and hanging up her coat.
"India, do you want a party bun, aru?" China asked, holding out the basket for her.
"No thank you! I ate before I came." She answered.
India didn't have the longest attention span. In fact, it was rumored to be the shortest of all the nations. If something wasn't interesting, she left it and if it wasn't interesting for long enough, she left it. That was why she was off and on with America. She liked it when he surprised her with something good, but she hated how he was always eating cheeseburgers. He could at least eat something else. It was a repetitive action and those bored her. She needed something new everytime.
"India!" A voice sung from behind her. A pair of arms wrapped around her middle and her captor picked her up and swung her around in a huge circle. The person planted a light kiss on her cheek.
"America! Knock it off!" She said, quickly grabbing a book in smacking him square in the face with it.
He was being interesting America today.
"OK, I have a bet for you India." Antarctica said in her icy cold monotone. Her frost bleached light blonde hair was cut short once again and her heavy winter scarf was wrapped around her neck. She had shed every other coat she had worn, but she had kept on her scarf and her gloves.
"What is it?" India asked. Antarctica dealt another set of blackjack cards.
"I want to see if you can beat me at blackjack. If you win, I'll go ask Russia to dance. If you lose, you go ask America to dance with you."
"Seems fair. Let's play. Hit." She said as Antarctica laid another card on top of her's. India peeled the cards off of the table just a bit to see the numbers again. A five and an eight. "Hit." She peeled her cards off again and looked at her numbers again. A five and an eight, OK that's thirteen. She just would need another eight. Shame, a nine.
"I'm out. Twenty two." India said, standing up and walking over to the blond that was sitting at the couch, drinking up the beer that Germany brought.
"Oh! Hey India!" America said. At least he didn't sound drunk yet. India reluctantly held out her hand to him and looked away, hiding her blush.
"Come on, dance with me." America looked at her with interest and a hint of surprise. He set down his beer and stood up.
"Dude, I think you got it backward, but Hell yeah!" He said, taking her hand, then leading her to the dance floor as a well known American hit started playing.
Somebody call 911!
Shawty fire burning on the dance floor, whoa
(Fire burning, fire burning)
What a gwaan!
Kingston, let's go, hey!
RedOne, hey, hey
Shawty got that super thing
Hotter than the sun in the south in Spain
Got me soon as I walked through the door
My pocket started tickling
The way she drop it low, that thang
Got me wan' spend my money on her, her
She get it, pop it, lock it, drop it, that birthday cake
Got a candle, need to blow that crazy flame away
Now take my red, black card and my jewelry
Shawty is cool like the fire, cool like fire
Somebody call 911!
Shawty fire burning on the dance floor, whoa
I gotta cool her down
She wan' bring the roof to ground
On the dance floor, whoa
She's fire burning, fire burning on the dance floor
That little shawty's fire burning on the dance floor
She's fire burning, fire burning on the dance floor
That little shawty's fire burning on the dance floor
(Fire burning, fire burning)
India simply let America lead until she saw how Kenya was dancing. She was largely swaying her hips close to France and she was dropping really low to the floor. That seemed to get a huge reaction from France. She then decided that she was going to try.
She started swaying her hips as much as she could. Her shoulders dipped as she twisted her body to the floor and back up. America quickly pulled her closer to him by her waist. He started singing the lyrics in her ear.
"That body is a masterpiece. The order is one in every hundred years, but ain't no doubt I'm taking it home!" She blushed as America sang it and urged her to keep swaying her hips with his own.
"The Hero wants to go!" America announced, diving his hand in to the hat.
"Wait! That's not fair!" India screamed, attempting to yank away the hat a give it to someone else. Too late. He had already drawn.
"Ha ha ha ha!" He laughed his Hero Laugh as the black haired tan skinned Indian looked at him as her mind reeled with what would happen to the poor girl that got locked up in the closet with him.
"America! Tell me who you got!" She whined, pulling on his arm. His laughter died.
"You!" He said, wrapping his hand around her arm and dragging her to the closet.
"America! Stop! Let me go!" India flailed, but was thrown into the closet amidst America's bomber jackets on the wall.
Romano flung the door shut and locked it.
India's face heated up and her breath became shallow as she noticed her surroundings. Darkness. She scooted back into the bomber jackets in an attempt to protect herself of what she had become so conscious of back at home. Everything that lurked in the dark.
Tears began streaming down the poor girl's face as she clung to a jacket for protection.
"India, what are you crying for?" She suddenly realized that the jacket she was hugging was America. No matter how much she wanted to, her fingers would not unlatch. "You were all feisty earlier.."
India blushed. Feisty. Feisty... Feisty. The words stucking her brain and made her blush more. She didn't know why she was blushing. She kept telling herself that she was not falling for this guy.
"A-Alfred... I'm scared." India continued hugging the blonde. He smelt of cheeseburgers and aftershave. America's hand carressed her back while a mischievous grin grew on his face.
"You're safe with me, Alexandra. Safe." He peeled her off of him and looked down at her face. "After all..." He whispered leaning forward. India was too busy being afraid that she didn't notice his actions. "I'm the Hero!"
With that, he planted his lips on her's. Her eyes went wide with shock, but she was paralyzed. America apparently didn't catch her non response and he shoved her against the back wall. She gasped and he took his chance to slip his tongue into her mouth.
She finally was able to come to and react. She tried to push America away, but the way he tasted and the way his tongue felt over her's made her want more. Her mind was screaming for her to stop, but her heart told her to keep going.
Her fighting only made America want her more. His hands eagerly began feeling the curves of her body.
America started growing hungrier. He started kissing down her neck, trying to find her soft spot.
"America..." She said, but as she said it, he found her spot and the words came out as a moan. This drove the blonde wild. He lifted her up and pressed himself to her. In fear of being dropped, she wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him exactly what he wanted.
As he started sucking and biting on the sensitive spot that he had found, the door was opened by Italy.
"Ve~ America had some fun!" Everyone crowded around the closet door.
"India!" Hawaii shouted, with Canada's arm around her waist. "I thought you didn't like America!" America stopped kissing her neck and let her down.
"He's interesting, though." She said over to the brunnette, but her eyes were locked on the Hero's.
America pulled her out of the closet and sat down on the couch. She was about to go back to her seat when he tugged her down and sat her on his lap. Everyone looked at them in shock, but went back to playing the game with Cuba taking the hat around.
"Hey, Alex," America whispered in her ear. His breath trickled her neck and sent a shiver down her spine.
"Y-yeah?" It was more of a whimper than anything.
"Could you hand me my cheeseburger?" India laughed, but leaned forward and grabbed the half eaten burger. Before handing it to him she took a quick bite, just to make him mad, then handed it to him.
"Hey! That's mine!" America grabbed the cheeseburger and started stuffing his face.