A:N: Hullo there! Guess who? OMGEE I'm updating TWICE IN THE SAME MONTH! That's so new for me! C: Anyway, I hope you enjoy the third instalment to Insert Crappy Title Here 'til I Get A Better One!

Warnings: I think I'm in a mood... To change this to M! X3 I'm so sorry, watch this be all "not having to do with the story at all" or "too soon into the story to be good D:" Writing it in 1st person is scary... it's awkward... it's DIRTY... It's my first smutish scene EVAR, so be nice...

I awoke the next morning, the sun shining brightly through the window. I got ready for a normal day, though it wouldn't be. I had a feeling that it just wouldn't. I did my regular routine, making fruit tea, cooking a small breakfast, watering the household plants, and cleaning the kitchen. If I didn't do these things in that exact order, I would have to do it over, no matter what I had to do. I guess you could say that an OCD is to blame. When I finally finished reorganising the cabinets, I walked to America-kun's room. Though I had cleaned it the day before, it was rather messy. I smiled to myself, picking up the dirty clothes and tossing them in the basket next to the door. After making his bed and dusting, I decided to peek under his bed. America usually calls under his bed "The Black Hole", because I usually don't clean under there. I gently raised the corner of the sheets, fearful of what I would see.

"Oh my..." I whispered to myself, my mouth agape at the sight before me. Mindless items thrown there, old clothes over there; it was just a huge mess. I stood, mentally shaking my head, to go get a trash can and broom.

I took a deep breath, bending over the bed once more. I found things I would never think that America would own. Of course I saw bags of fast food, random cups, and old Chinese food cartons, but I didn't expect to see watercolour paints and an old trophy. Halfway through the search, I found a small black box. I gently shook it, seeing if it was worth saving. It made a few clunking noises. I put it to my left to make sure I didn't throw it away.

Three hours later, I had gone from one side of his bed to the other. I threw away more than I kept, which was normal for me in America's room. I slowly rearranged the newfound items in his room, polishing what needed to be polished and stacking them on his dresser. I took a longing glance at the black box, the only thing left on the floor. I sighed, picking it up to put it on the bed so I could sweep. I quickly swept, my curiosity finally getting to me.

I slowly popped the lid to the box, unsure of what I would see. I gasped, my face probably flushing at the sight before me. Inside the small box, many adult novelties were neatly stacked. I uttered out a small chuckle. I was surprised that America would actually be into this kind of stuff. Of course, there were the traditional handcuffs and a few gags, and some cherry scented lube. I bravely searched around the box, getting more curious by the second. I pulled out a mysterious white bottle. I squeezed a little out onto my fingers, rubbing them together. It generated this cooling, tingling, burning sense... Yet it felt so good...

I bit my bottom lip, an obvious sign that I was being a bit turned on by this. I lay down on America's bed, letting my senses take over. I took a deep breath, slowly bringing my hands down my chest. I stopped them at my hips, slowly bringing them to the front of my chest. I gently rubbed my arousal through my loose jeans, letting out a low moan. I flushed at the noise that just came out my mouth.

Was I really going to do this...? I mean, I am home alone... And I haven't done this in a while... I thought, shifting on top of the bed. I gave myself a small nod, telling myself that I could do this... And that I would. I slipped my right hand under the loose waistband of my jeans, rubbing a little faster on my erection. I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut. My left hand snaked under my shirt, teasing a nipple. I loudly moaned, bringing my right hand up to pull my jeans to my knees, my underwear following. I opened one eye, reaching to grab that white bottle from earlier. I spread the substance gingerly on my erection, feeling the cool tingling.

I moaned as I began to stroke, the cooling sense making it even more enjoyable. As the burning intensified, my hand travelled faster, making me mewl in pleasure. I was so caught up that I didn't hear the turn of the front door's doorknob, or the opening and closing of the front door. I didn't hear the jingle of America's bag hitting the couch, or the footsteps up to the room I was in.

"L-Lithuania...? W-what are you doing?" Oh, shit. I was caught. I stopped dead in my tracks, my face flushed, eyes not meeting his.

"A-America-kun..! I d-didn't... I..." I couldn't find the right words to say. If I wasn't in trouble for last night, I sure am now... I heard him take a few steps closer to me. I closed my eyes, flinching.

But he didn't hit me... I opened my eyes, surprised to see large blue orbs staring back. He was grinning, and his hands were slowly moving down my body.

"A-America-kun... Please... S-stop..." I tried to shift him away, but he pinned me down. He tried to apply kisses to my face and neck, but I squirmed away from each of them. He frowned, burrowing his eyebrows. The frown instantly turned into a smirk as he gently rubbed on my erection with his leg. I gasped, subconsciously bucking up to his touch. I guess he took that as a sign to go further, dragging an arm down to my erection, stoking it.

"A-Alfred!" I moaned in pleasure. I guess I'm a bit of a screamer. Just a little bit.

"Should I go faster...?" He whispered huskily into my ear, nibbling. I nodded fiercely, panting. He picked up the pace, teasing my erection with the tip of his thumb. I took in a sharp breath, leaning into his touch.

"Oh, Alfred..." I panted, grasping at the sheets.

He leaned over, breathing into my ear, "Come for me, babe..." I came with a loud cry, America still teasing me. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he licked my release off of his hand. I lay there, flushed, panting, and tired. America pulled up my underwear and pants, sitting me up.

"If I ever come home, and you're getting off without me there, I swear, I will make you scream so loud, you'll break a window*." He whispered in my ear, pulling the covers over my body.

I felt sleep carrying me away, but one thing flashed into my mind.

Poland.

I promised him innocence, and this is what I give him? I..I feel like I let him down... How am I ever going to tell him about this...?

I drifted off into a troubled sleep, my mind filled with Poland once again.

A/N: Hey, look! It's 3:33am! This took me about 2 days to get through, but I'm pretty satisfied with this chapter. It's like 1,165 words long! Sorry for any errors at all, they were both brainstormed and typed early in the morning. Sorry if the M scene is too crappy, that was my first... Like it? Love it? Hate it? Wanna kill me because of it? Go ahead; leave me a comment! :3 U MAD? *shot*

*: That star thingy is supposed to be there. I made this up one day when my friends and I were having some perverted talk (which is normal for me) and I just shouted that across the classroom. I was sent to the office. But hey, the Principal thought it was PRETTY FUNNY. (Thank Gott she's a Yaoi fan...) ANOTHER UNRELATED NOTE! Microsoft Word doesn't like the word Yaoi! –raegface-

Ciao~!

~Lovin' all over this chapter, Markey.