AU: Nations/Canon Verse

This is like the sequel to chapter 3.

The meeting ended, America hadn't said a single word to England after coming back from the bathroom with his shirt wet and clean of ink. Of course, England knew he was angry, with the way he had returned. England was in for a big payback, but he wouldn't mind, of course.

He smiled to himself as he packed his things slowly; he was going to have a brilliant night and almost couldn't wait.

America went out rather quickly from the room though. Maybe he had gotten hungry? The island nation shrugged as he organised his papers to put in his folder.

He lost himself in his thoughts, trying to guess what America was thinking of doing to repay his little "prank" that he didn't even hear when the door opened, closed and locked.

America stared at England with narrowed eyes and a smirk playing on his lips, the older man would pay, and this was going to be just the beginning.

With the door locked behind him, he started walking towards England, who was completely lost in thought. Really, this was why the guy was called the King of losing things, he just spaced out sometimes.

America stood behind him, but did nothing, trying to see if England came back from wherever he went on his mind.

England, he noted, was still packing his stuff into folders but was so distracted he just jammed the things in, what the hell was he thinking about? He furrowed his eyebrows and tried to see the other's face, which had a dreamy expression and was becoming quite red.

He thought for a moment. Despite people saying he can't read situations, he can. When the situation demands or when he wants to, he can become very logical and always reads further into things than usual. And, being England's lover, he knew how to read him very well.

Dreamy and blushing face, spacing out, the little stunt today... He probably was having a daydream with America doing something to him. England is such a pervert. He snickered quietly and leaned down to whisper in the smaller nation's ear.

"Ready to start the payback?"

His lover jumped in surprise and quickly turned around to face the American, "Christ, America! Don't startle me like that!" He scolded the younger nation and then remembered that the other nation had said something, "What did you say?" He asked with a confused face and America chuckled.

Instead of answering, America grabbed his lover by the shoulders, turned him around and guided him to a wall.

"What are you doing, America?" He asked with a hint of dread in his voice.

"Oh, I'm just starting the payback for your little trick earlier today." He spoke happily and chuckled at the evident confusion on his lover's face.

"What are you doing, America?" He repeated the question as he was now standing in front of the wall and just plainly confused.

"Don't worry, England, I bet you'll enjoy my payback..." He whispered in his ears and felt the smaller nation shudder.

"America..."

"Hush." He gave a little pat on England's ass making him freeze, giving him enough time to untie his tie, – and very subtly – grab the nation's wrists and bind them behind his back with it.

"America! What are you doing?!" England screeched as he tried in vain to escape his bond.

America pinned him to the wall to keep him from turning around and England glared at him from the corner of his eyes. The taller nation chuckled coldly making the Brit freeze again and stop struggling.

England laughed nervously, his cheek pressed against the rough wall, "Now, now, America, I get that you want revenge and all, but this is not the best place... We should go home, yes?"

"Oh, no, England, this is the best place." He replied with a grin, he stepped back a bit to give the other some room, but not enough for him to actually turn around, then his hands moved around to unbutton the others trousers.

"America! This is definitely not the best place! What if someone comes in?!" The Brit yelled pushing the other and trying to turn around but failing.

The taller nation pressed a hand over the Brit's mouth, "If you continue to yell, people will certainly come here." He hissed lowly. There was no need to mention that the door was locked and the key was securely kept on America's jacket pocket.

England stopped moving and gritted his teeth as he glared at the wall in front of him. America smirked and his hands moved to his lover's trousers, the piece of cloth fell to the Brit's ankles and America fondled the Brit's member through his boxers.

The green-eyed male gasped then as America teasingly ran a finger over his cock that was still confined in his boxers. With his other hand he moved under the other's upper clothes that he still had on and grabbed a nipple, pinching and twisting it between his fingers.

England groaned his head falling to the American's shoulder; America was more than happy at hearing those sounds right next to his ear.

"Bloody w-wanker!" He cursed and America chuckled and bit his earlobe, he ran his tongue along the shell of his ear and gave a squeeze to the other's cock, that was slowly but surely becoming hard.

"England, today I won't let you use your hands, seeing as you used them too much today." He licked, bit and kissed his lover's nape and part of his neck; all the marks he made now would be seen tomorrow for sure.

"Mmh!" The Brit groaned, trying to stifle his sounds as much as he could as America continued his poor ass job at giving him a hand-job.

And then the finger and the hand in his chest were gone. England opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) and before he could say something America's fingers entered his mouth and his boxers were yanked down to pool down together with his trousers on the ground.

"You know what to do, England." He said simply but expectantly. If it wasn't for the fingers in his mouth England would have snapped something in retort, as it was he just rolled his eyes and started licking and coating the fingers in his mouth with saliva. It wasn't the best lubricant, but, it wasn't like they actually prepared for this.

America sure likes to surprise him. Damn cheeky brat.

The American's free hand roamed his body, from his thighs and hips to his nipples and neck, up and down, never stopping in one place, but pausing every few seconds in just the right place that made shivers run up and down his spine, his hands struggled to get free.

The hand stopped in his crotch, giving a few strokes to his cock and then went lower to fondle his balls and up and down again. England moaned and arched his back, his ass bumped into something hard behind him and he heard America grunt.

The fingers left his mouth and he gasped for air, trying to relax a bit and maintain at least his mind in control, which wasn't working very well. And then, he felt a finger prodding around his entrance, moving around but not entering.

He growled and narrowed his eyes, "Bloody hell, America! Put it in already!" He shouted at the younger nation to which he was replied with a laugh and a kiss to his ear.

"Patience, Bun Bun," He giggled and England rolled his eyes yet again.

"Where the fuck do you get those awful pet nam-!" The boy sure do loves to interrupt him too. The finger entered, it was a bit uncomfortable as they hadn't done it in a while (which was why England was so adamant to have sex), the finger moved in and out, time and time again, and then another finger went inside. England gritted his teeth trying to relax his muscles; he felt America's hand go under his clothes again to grab a nipple and his mouth leaving kisses all over his nape and side of his neck.

Even if it was revenge, he didn't want to hurt England too much.

The Brit gave a long and loud moan as America finally found his sweet spot inside, and abused it to no end. The American groaned, his cock twitching with every moan, grunt and gasp the Brit gave. His patience was running thin.

He continued scissoring his fingers a few more seconds and then added a third one, he heard England choke on a breath, the muscles tensing again at the sudden stretch.

"America!" He moaned out as said nation abused his prostate and then it was gone and he whined making America chuckle.

England gulped when he heard the sound of a zipper being opened and he looked down at the American behind him, who was opening and pulling his trousers just enough for his cock to get out. And as he looked at the sly smirk and bright blue eyes, he understood that America wasn't going to give him any mercy.

He closed his eyes and smiled dreamily to the wall, this was going to be great and he was going to love it. The Brit opened his eyes again when he felt America's hands on his shoulders moving him around and forcing him down to his knees, and then, there was something hard touching his lips and a hand on his head pulling his hair, he groaned.

"Go on, Iggy, unless you wanna take it dry." The American smirked, nudging the tip of his cock on the other's lips.

The Brit glared at him but opened his mouth and took the other's cock in his mouth until he couldn't anymore. He couldn't use his hands so it was going to be harder.

"Idiot." England thought slightly annoyed, however he started to suck and cover the other's cock with his saliva as best as he could.

America moaned and pulled on the Brit's hair, the feeling of the other's mouth around his cock was so good; of course, there was another place that was better though, and he would get there soon enough.

He gave a rough push making England gasp and tears gather in eyes; maybe he had pushed it too far. America muttered a sorry, shrugged and let his cock slip away a bit from England's mouth, England glared at him, blinking and trying to will away the tears. A few seconds later he started sucking again, the American petted his hair and all too soon he was pulling away.

England gaped at him for a moment before America lifted him up and turned him again to face the wall again.

"C'mon, England, I wanna hear you scream..." He purred in the Brit's hear and penetrated him swiftly and quickly, England gasped and screamed, his back arched and he heard America moan.

"S-Stupid, g-give a little w-warning first will y-you?" The Brit growled gritting his teeth, he hoped no one heard his scream and came to see what was going on...

America laughed and rubbed the Brit's hips and thighs, "Revenge is a dish best served cold, dontcha know?" He placed his chin on England's shoulder and waited a bit for the other to adjust.

England glared at him from the corner of his eyes, his head fell forward, his forehead touching the wall as he tried to relax his muscles. He didn't answer the other but America didn't need an answer either.

America's hands grabbed each of England's ass-cheeks, spread them a little and then he started to thrust inside the Brit, fast and strong and all England could do was moan and gasp. His mind was starting to become a jumbled mess of thoughts and he only had less than half-a-mind to remember to breathe, his head banged on the wall a few times with the strength the American used, he whined and winced every time, but he honestly didn't care anymore.

America struck his prostate and England screamed and subconsciously tightened his muscles around America's cock making the American moan and slow his thrusts a bit, but always aiming for that one spot inside England that made him scream.

His glasses were falling down with all the movement he was making as he had forgotten to take them off, but that detail was pushed to the back of his mind as England moaned his name lustfully, his right hand went up and his fingers entered the Brit's mouth again as he kissed and bit his ear.

"Today, England— Mm—," He grunted as England struggled to get his hands free and started to lick the fingers in his mouth, "—I'll make you come j-just from behind!" He decided as his free hand went underneath the Brit's clothes and grabbed a nipple.

England groaned and tried not to bite off his lover's fingers, damn the git, he was so close but he didn't know if he could come without a hand down there, but it looked like America wasn't going to let him.

America was close too, but he definitely wouldn't come before England, nope, it wasn't on his revenge plan. He clenched his jaw and slowed even more his thrusts; however, he used more of his strength. He had never used his full strength when having sex with England, but now was a good opportunity to use a lil' bit more.

He smirked and as he increased the power of his thrusts England screamed again against his fingers that were still inside his mouth, he laughed, England's throat was going to be sore after this, definitely. America took out his fingers from his mouth and instead went to grab the other nipple beneath the clothes.

Meanwhile, England's mind didn't want to work anymore, he was getting really close. His arms were becoming numb of being in the same position and struggling against the tie, he was going to be sore seven-ways and it was going to be a miracle if he could walk after this.

"England~" America moaned in his ear as he gave a hard thrust and the Brit trembled, his mind went blank and he screamed his lover's name as he spilled himself all over the wall. A few moments later he felt America finish inside him.

England's legs shook as they fought to keep the Brit standing, America seeing this got out of his lover and hugged him by the waist, keeping him upright, the Brit let himself fall onto America, his head lolling onto the body behind him.

"B-Bloody hell, A-America, you idiot!" The Brit trashed around angrily but tiredly, his voice was rough. America rolled his eyes and ignored him as he carried (more like dragged) England to a chair.

"England, I know you liked it, don't even try to deny it..." America said as he finally placed the Brit on a chair and stared at him.

England glared at him, face still red he huffed and looked to the side. Silence, no answer, America smirked because that was all the answer he needed.

"Untie me, git." He fussed, he could feel America's cum dripping down and he squirmed in the chair uncomfortable, it was unpleasant, he wanted to go home and take a shower, quickly.

"I dunno, I might just leave you like that, take you home and have another round." America replied shrugging while arranging his trousers.

England gaped at him wanting nothing more than give his lover a kick in the balls, but America drew him up, pulled his boxers and trousers up and the next thing he was seeing was America's back.

"Oi! You bloody wanker! Let me down!" England shouted and squirmed, America had thrown him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the damn brat.

"Hush, Iggy," He patted the Brit's ass making him stifle a wince, "I'll take you home and take good care of you like the Hero I am!" He shouted grinning and started walking out of the meeting room.

England's response was to complain and try in vain to get away all the way home.

Um. So. Stuff.
I might or might not continue America's revenge plan (cuz he isn't done yet, beware England). ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)