Chapter 2

Warnings: Suggestive Content,

Rating: M

I do not own Hetalia!

Englands POV

When England woke up that morning he noticed the house was very quite. England sat straight up, he wondered why he didnt hear the loud voice of America through the house like every morning. England rubbed his eyes and stumbled out of bed and fumbled around searching for some clothing.

He stumbled out of his bedroom, pulling a pair of pants on and trying to fix his shirt while holding his shoes. England froze when he looked in Americas room. The boy was passed out on his bed, naked. England slowly entered the room and gently strode over to the sleeping American. He placed a hand on Americas head before leaning close.

"England...what are you doing?" America asked seeing Englands face only a few inches from his own. England licked his lips and smiled.

"Hush, its okay." He said before closing the distance and brushing his lips against Americas. The boy's eyes widened but then closed as England deepend the kiss. America gasped as England slipped his tongue into his mouth. America pushed England away and choked up.

"What? What were you doing?" He cried and England suddenly felt horrible for what he was doing. "What was that?" America cringed as England reached out. England sighed and stroked his hair.

"Im sorry...I wont do that again..." He promised getting up. "Get ready, Matthew and Francis are going to be arriving today." England said. America smiled and quickly grabbed some clothes. He couldnt wait to see his brother.

England watched as America pulled a pair of trousers up covering his small member. England frowned wishing America hadnt pushed him away. Perhaps tonight...I can convince him to... England nearly slapped himself. He really shouldnt of thought about his America like that. Hell he was almost like a father to the young boy.

England sighed and walked out to get ready too already dreading seeing the Frenchman.

Frances POV

France helped Canada out of the carriage, in front of Englands London townhouse. Canada stared up at the house and smiled as he saw his brother rrnning out to meet him. Canada let go of Frances hand and ran to meet his brother halfway. Both boys fell to the ground laughing hugging each other. France smiled at the sweet scene.

After a nice dinner, the boys went to Americas room to play. England cleared his throat and France looked up from what he was doing. "Oui? Is something wrong Mon Cher?" France asked leaning forward slightly. England gulped and rubbed his forehead.

"Francis..." France frowned. England never called him by his human name unless something was wrong...very wrong. "Has Canada...shown any interest in Sex yet?" He asked and France almost fell out of his chair in shock. "I mean...its just...America..." England turned a deep red. France laughed.

"Oh mon cher, is le petite America growing up into a man?" France smiled. "Oui...in fact Canada just talked to me not long ago...I guess our boys are growing up fast." France sighed. "I havent talked to Canada yet...have you talked to America yet?" England shook his head.

"I was hoping that perhaps...you could help me talk to him..." England sighed. France nodded. "Well I dont see why we should hold this off any longer. Shall we go talk to them right now?" He asked and England blushed but nodded. They made their way to the Americas bedroom but froze.

"A-Alfred?" They could hear Canadas soft voice. "A-are you sure...we should do this?" He asked. They heard America laugh. "Hey come on! Its okay! I dont think this will be bad..." France opened the door and England nearly choked on the air. America and Canada were sitting on Americas bed naked and very close.

"What do you think your doing?" England asked and America jumped in the air. "E-England?" He screeched. England grabbed America by the arm and pulled him away from his brother. "What do you think your doing Alfred F. Jones!" He hollered, anger overflowing.

Canada began to whimper. "Please dont hurt him!" He cried and France unhanded England from America. "Dont hurt him, hes just a boy." England glared at France then Canada. He knew he shouldnt of been angry at Canada but he couldnt help it.

England stomped over to Canada. "If I ever see you in a compromising position with America, I will...will..." France pulled England away from the shaking Canadian. "Francis, keep that boy from my America or I swear I will casterate him!" England hissed and pushed past France who stared in shock.

Canada stood there shaking. "Im sorry Papa!" He cried and hugged France who frowned and patted his head. "Its okay...he wont hurt you." He promised.

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