3. Masturbation

AU: Canon verse

The meeting was going swiftly for once, leaving Germany pleased and in a good mood, thankfully.

However...

England was bored. Extremely so.

America – who was sitting next to him – had found entertainment by doodling on important documents, again. His tongue pocking out of the corner of his mouth and his eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration as he worked on making some kind of super hero (what a surprise), from what England could see. Well, he wasn't half-bad at drawing.

England narrowed his eyes at him, the git had found a way to entertain himself, but he was losing his mind with nothing to do except listen to whoever was talking.

He sighed as his mind tuned out the voices of the other nations. He just wanted to go home with America where maybe they could fuck, now that was a good way to keep a person amused!

Now that he thought about it... Yes, yes, fucking would be nice...

He smirked, finally finding a way to relieve his boredom.

It started slowly; America didn't bother to say anything about the hand on his thigh and continued drawing.

Just as he was about to put an awesome detail to the hero's suit, the hand moved to his crotch and he froze.

He glanced at England from the corner of his eyes and saw him facing forward to the other nations looking like he was actually listening to them talk with a light tilt of his lips. He was smirking, the asshole.

The hand started to move and he had to stifle a groan with a cough. His eyes widened – he never thought England would actually do something like this to him during a meeting – and then narrowed and glared at the other nation.

His hands balled into fists on the table as England's – very skillful – hand moved and gave a few squeezes to his groin, which, despite his efforts – that were actually minimum – was becoming hard.

He tried to keep his sounds as low as possible and was actually succeeding, gratefully, as no one noticed a thing of what was going on under the table. His lips formed a thin line as he kept glaring at England, he will be certain to pay-back to the Brit after the meeting.

The torture continued, minutes passed, England's hand never stopping. His trousers were tight, tight, too tight, God damn it England, at least he could spare him some mercy and unbutton his trousers, no?! Looks like he wouldn't, damn him.

England's eyes shone smugly and his smirk widened, both of them were blushing, America more than the other. He panted harshly and gripped his pen tightly, anymore and it would definitely snap.

"England...!" He half moaned, half growled out lowly, but loud enough for England to hear him, but the other's smirk only grew as his hand moved faster.

Oh, he could feel it and he could bet money that England knew too that he was about to cum. Though, before he came, the pen finally snapped, spreading ink all over his papers, table, and his shirt. His awesome drawing was ruined! His lover would surely pay.

Both England and America gasped in surprise as the ink spread, thanks to this England's hand stopped its movements and one of America's own hands quickly went under the table to grab England's so that he wouldn't move it anymore.

"America, is everything alright?" Now the world's eyes were on the two of them as Germany inquired.

America coughed a little and tried to will away his blush, "E-everything is f-fine!" He stuttered out, "There's nothing to w-worry about! The hero is okay! I j-just need to go clean my shirt, can I?" America replied, giving a squeeze to England's hand in warning. The Brit huffed.

"Um... Yes... Be more careful next time." Germany responded with an eyebrow raised.

"Thanks!" And thank whoever created spinning chairs! He turned his chair to face the door and quickly walked to it without anyone noticing his straining erection. But, before he walked out, he looked over his shoulder to England who had turned a little in his own chair to stare at him. They locked eyes and America gave him a look that undoubtedly said 'When we get home, I'll pay back tenfold.' With that, he was out, the door closing behind him with a loud bang as he hurried to the bathroom.

England smiled as he turned back to the other nations who weren't interested anymore and were back to discussing whatever matter was now.

Now, England was definitely looking forward to the end of the meeting. The American will probably pleasantly pay back this little stunt, in the bedroom, hopefully.

With that, the island nation turned to his papers not noticing the pair of deep blue eyes shining slyly that had seen everything.

I THINK I KINDA OF REALLY COCKBLOCKED THIS, BUT ANYWAY...

I bet France has this 6th sense that tells him whenever someone is getting naughty...