Are there any warnings for this one? Um, I don't think so... There is a kitten and the mauling of an apple, plus kissing and slight sexual themes.
That's all, I guess. Enjoy!
America puffed out a short breath as he came through the door to his and England's shared house. Hanging his coat on the coat rack, he shouted out a greeting but was met by silence. His brow furrowing in confusion, America yelled out again and was only met by his kitten coming around the corner, meowing cutely.
"Hello, Louis," he said, bending down and scooping up his kitten. Even though England had named him Louis solely to spite France, the name was strangely fitting for the antagonistic-and-sometimes-violent kitten. "Is Papa England home?"
Louis responded by biting him sharply on the heel of his hand. The next thing he did was purr and lick America's face.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said, coddling the kitten and walking into the next room. He saw a slim hand hanging over the back of the grand couch, two bare feet dangling off of the opposite arm. Louis meowed loudly. The hand disappeared and England pushed himself up. His hair was messy and his eyes were bright. His teeth were sunk into a green apple and he had a book in his free hand.
Taking the apple from his mouth, he licked his lips and said, "Oh, hullo, America. You're home early."
"I left early so I could come home and be with you," America replied, coming over and bending over the back of the couch, kissing England's forehead. "Louis seems more violent than usual. Has he been fed?"
"I fed him earlier, but the little bugger doesn't want to eat when I feed him." England sank his teeth back into the apple and tore off a bite, chewing slowly. A small drop of apple juice trailed down his chin and clung to his porcelain skin. America smiled.
He set Louis on the ground and put two fingers under England's chin, lifting his head up so he had to look America in the eye. "You don't eat it right," he whispered softly. "You don't have to be so messy." He leaned in and slowly licked away the wet trail on the corner of his mouth. England gasped, the book sliding from his hand and thudding to the floor.
"Then again," America continued, releasing England and coming slowly around the couch, rubbing his thumb over his own lips before licking it, "you're sexy when you're messy."
"A-And you're a pervert when—when you're horny," England stammered out, cut off as America put one hand in his hair and jerked him in for a messy kiss.
Groaning against his mouth, England managed to turn himself around on the couch so that his legs were spread over America's hips as the younger country knelt between them. America put one hand on the side of his neck, the other still knotted in the Brit's hair as he deepened the kiss and ran his tongue along his lover's lips.
With another groan, England parted his lips and allowed America in, moving his hands to America's backside and fisting in the fabric of his jeans, pulling him closer and pressing their arousals together.
America moved his hand from England's neck and down his chest, pushing it up his shirt and slowly caressing one of the hardened nipples. The Brit broke the kiss and moaned out loud, throwing his head back as America moved the attentions of his mouth down to England's neck. England's slim pianist's hands dragged up his back and his shirt, his nails scoring long red lines in the tan skin.
They were interrupted by a loud meow from below them. Breaking apart, they both looked down. Louis was creeping up on England's abandoned apple, his haunches wiggling in the air. After a moment, he leapt on it and they both tumbled away, under the couch. Loud yowls, snarls, and hisses followed as Louis maimed the poor fruit.
"Leave it to King Louis to ruin the moment," England said after a moment.
"But he can't open doorknobs," America replied, eyes twinkling sexily behind his glasses.
"What are you—?"
America stood up, grinning, and grabbed England's hand. Without another word, he dragged him toward their shared bedroom, shutting the door with the doorknob and locking it.
Shenanigans minus King Louis the Kitten ensued.