I slowly turned around, suddenly feeling very much not alone. And to my great surprise, a pair of emerald green eyes clashed with mine. Before any snarky remarks could come out of the man in front of me, I gripped him into a bone-crushing hug and rocked side to side lightly. The words in my head flew out of my mouth before I could decide whether or not to swallow them back up;

"I'm so sorry England, dude! Please, please don't hate me. I'm so lonely without you here with me And you've always been my best friend and I love you so much! Will you marry me?"

I shocked myself with that last part. Sure I had thought of asking him before but never really expected myself to. Not that I didn't have the courage or anything, I had just convinced myself a while ago that he'd say no. But maybe he'd consider it..? America's the hero, after all. Regardless of how it might turn out, my body stiffened and I remained in a quiet suspense as he pulled away a bit so that we were facing each other.

"You…idiot…I could never hate you…I…I love you too," and after a few second pause that lasted a lifetime, he added with a smile in his voice and blush painting his cheeks, "Yes."

And in the moment right before I could react and right after the words processed, we were kissing. The kiss was full of a desperate desire to take in the moment entirely. In an instant I knew that he was telling the truth and understood why he had acted like he hated me for so long; he must have felt the same pain that I did, maybe even more because I was the one who left, the one who committed the betrayal.

The warmth of his lips against mine urged me to pull him closer to my frozen figure. Obligingly, he wrapped his arms around me, his hands roaming up to the back of my head and fingers playing with my hair. A pair of lips trailed down my neck and I shook under his hot breath, finally realizing just how cold my skin had become.

Every second pressed together with his solid body I felt the ice in my veins gradually melting away and my heart raced with the newfound energy of heated blood; blood that began building up where it really shouldn't be. But there was no controlling it, really, so I continued to move with the man in my arms, allowing my body to do whatever.

Without much thought, my hands gripped his hips and he let out a very small gasp. Only then did I realize that he was having the same problem. So, rationally, I swept him up bridal style and started jogging over to the small house I had rented for the week.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" England asked me with half lidded eyes and an untypical lack of annoyance behind his voice.

"Finally going home."

And wrapped in his arms on the bed inside a few minutes later, I finally felt what home could mean.

Relishing the lips that took hold of my mouth again, I decided to help solve the issue that was poking at my hip.

So, I reached down below his waistline and started to undo the button of his pants and slide the zipper down with slightly clumsy fingers, never breaking our kiss. As I pulled the fabric out of the way and snuck my hand down his boxers our lips finally parted a moment as he let out another gasp; one a bit louder than the first. Smirking down and pushing my lips to his once more, I let my fingers run across his fully hardened member. Wrapping my hand around it, my thumb extended to reach the tip of his erection and rub little circles at a quickening pace. This was granted a few moans that only made me want him more. Realizing that I could take this a step further, I pulled my head under the sheets and replaced my hand with my lips. Starting at the tip, I added a kiss to give him a heads up as to what was coming next.

Once I was sure the message was received, I took the sensitive bit of skin into my mouth, adding a quick nip with my front teeth. After a moment, my lips parted substantially and I took more of him into my mouth, twisting my tongue and sucking up and down at a dangerous pace.

In my distracted state I hardly realized how loud he had gotten until his fingers tied into my hair and he pulled me down further. Complying, I did the best I could to pull even more moans out of his throat, sucking a bit rougher and pulling his hips closer with my hands.

A few moments and a scream later, he released and it was easy enough to swallow it down in less than a second or two. Wiping off the corners of my mouth, I brought my head back up from under the covers and met his hazy gaze. Before either of us said anything, I felt a hand reach over my uncomfortably erect penis and felt a very slight moan erupting in my throat. In what seemed like seconds, I felt my jeans slip off and my boxers follow in their path. A hand reached around my erection and stroked up and down with nimble fingers, forcing a loud moan to slip out.

Once I was sure that I was on the edge of bursting, England reached his lips up to my ear and whispered, "Take us a bit further," and with that he nipped my ear and slid the remaining layers of clothing off the both of us.

Hardly able to reply, I just lined myself up and gave him a questioning glance. After he offered a reassuring nod, I entered him slowly and let out another batch of moans. With another nod from him a few agonizing seconds later, I began pumping up and down, gradually speeding up. Under me, I felt his hips bucking up to meet each pulse. Going deeper, I couldn't help but let out a few more moans out of my gravelly throat, pushing even further into him. As my climax built up, my hand reached down to England's member; now fully hardened again. With each thrust, I moved my hand up and down so that we could both feel the same pleasure. Small cries came out of his mouth and his eyes pulled closed, bushy eyebrows stitching together. And at the exact same moment we both came. Not a second later, I collapsed on top of England and rolled to his side, facing him.

"I love you, dude," I whispered the moment his eyes locked onto mine.

"I love you too, America," he replied with a slight shake of his head and hint of an eye-roll, yet wearing a smile that betrayed him.

I just pulled him close and rested my head on his chest, realizing that tonight the steady rhythm of his beating heart would lull me to sleep…

And that was enough to keep an in-erasable smile on my lips for centuries to come.