I walked back out into the pool area, and walked over to the mic.

"Hey countries! What's a party without a game? How about we all sit on the edge of the pool and play truth or dare?"

Germany walked out as the countries cheered and proceeded to the edge of the pool. I walked over and joined them; Germany followed what everyone else was doing.

"I'll go first!" Alfred shouted out. "Hey England dude!" he looked at the Englishman. "I dare you to cast one of your spells. How about one that puts a country's flag somewhere on their bodies for the rest of the night?"

My eyes widened, but I couldn't say anything. If I did then everyone would know. But depending on where the flag appeared then they'd know anyway.

"Childs play!" England smiled before starting a chant. Poof. A British flag appeared on his arm.

As countries scouted out where the flag appeared on their bodies America exclaimed, "Dude mine appeared right above where my hip and leg meet! But it's a little closer to my crotch." he was looking inside his trunks.

I wanted to see if that was where mine appeared as well. While everyone was preoccupied I glanced in the spot described by Alfred. On the left side, sure enough, just barely covered by the bikini was an American flag.

'God dammit Alfred!' I thought to myself.

I looked over at Becca and Kat who mouthed 'is it there?' her thumb was raised. 'Or no?' her thumb was down. I gave them a thumbs up. They both gained an 'oh shit' look.

"Meyome," I heard the English accent say my fake name.

"Huh?"

The Englishman smirked, "I dare for you to let me take your first time."

Ooo's erupted as everyone awaited my answer.

I thought of Germany, and how he brushed me off, I then stood up and smirked in return. "Promise you'll be gentle?"

England stood up, walked over, and kissed my knuckles, "But of course, I am a gentleman."

I grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards my room, giving Germany a scowl along the way.

Once we were in my room, England cradled my face, "May I?"

I blushed, he was even asking permission to kiss me. Such a gentleman he was. I nodded and he tenderly pressed his lips against mine, so different than the rough kisses I had shared with Germany. I gasped as be bit down lightly on my lip, allowing himself entrance. He explored my mouth slowly, taking his time to explore every ridge and dip in my mouth. With his hands he reached around he untied the top and discarded it beside the bed. He released me from our kiss, and sat on the bed.

"How about we sit down, love?" he patted the spot beside him.

I sat down beside him, he looked at me dead in the eyes, "May I lean you back onto the pillows?"

Again he was asking, I smiled and nodded. I placed my hands on his chest, "Yes, but why do you keep asking?" I inwardly slapped myself. This is what I wanted, the romantic first time.

"I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, this being your first time."

"Oh I see," I smiled, "you truly are a gentleman." I kissed him. He leaned me back and kissed up my stomach to between my breasts. He moved over to one and took the nipple into his mouth, lightly sucking and kneading it. I was moaning a little bit but nothing he did was really turning me on too much. When he was up to my face, he took my hand and placed it over his hard manhood.

"Are you going to stick it in now?" I asked innocently.

"No, love. As much as I want to, it'd hurt you if I didn't prepare you properly." He ran his hand down my stomach and into my bottoms. He pulled them down a bit so that he could reach better, he rubbed his middle finger around it a couple of times before bringing it to his face. "You're not very wet. But that's ok, all I have to do is wet my finger and it'll be fine." he took his finger into his mouth and wet it. He then trailed it back down and slowly slid it into me; his fingers weren't as thick as the Germans, or as long. Nonetheless, I loved the feeling of the fingers entering me, causing me to moan. As he began to pump them my breathing became irregular, I moaned a little louder. Englishman had to cover my mouth with his own as he added another finger and began to pump faster. After a moment of pumping he switched to a scissor like motion, driving me insane, I bit my lower lip trying to contain my moan. I felt England mess with his trunks as he lifted my legs and positioned himself. I was ready, this is what I wanted. I wanted England to take my first time gently, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. However in my head, all I could hear was Germany's voice, 'Ich liebe dich.'

"Stop." I sighed, tearing up. I began to cry, "I can't do this. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I removed myself from beneath him in a way to where he didn't see the flag that was near my pubic area. I pulled my bottoms back up, and as I looked around my bed for my top I heard England chuckle.

I looked at him as he looked at me smiling, "I was actually waiting for you to tell me to stop. I know I'm not the one you love." He got up and grabbed my top, he walked over and after allowing me to place it, tied it up.

"I hope Germany knows how lucky he is."

"Why don't you tell him that? He won't even listen to me." I sighed. "I've been trying to tell him I genuinely love him, but it's probably because of the day that the girls were on the PA he just thinks it's just lust."

"I see, maybe if you tell him that you didn't let me take your first time, he'll realize that you were telling the truth?"

"But then the rest of the countries will laugh at you."

"Then how about you stay in here and I'll go get him for you. Knowing that drunken France he'll make some lewd comment like, 'so did you fuck her?' and I'll smile and say, 'once she got used to it, I did it so hard she can hardly move now.' or something like that." He smiled. "But on my way by Germany I'll nod my head towards the house. Maybe that would work?"

"You know," I took a moment to think before looking England in the eyes. "It just might work." I nodded in agreement.