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Requested for an UKUS Omegaverse. Apparently it really is that popular :D
Not from the UK, so please forgive incorrect terms. Thank you!
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It might never have happened.
In all sincerity, he might never have realized just what the US was, biologically speaking, had he not been running late. That was it. A simple offense of varying from his usual routine on the way to a meeting. An Englishman needed his civilized enjoyments. One of which was his expertly brewed tea. A little thing that America often teased him over.
England had, up until the morning, considered her an annoying Alpha. One of the most, in fact. For she was forever bursting into conversations, trying to arrogantly state as to why she was correct. Granted, a great many other Alphas did that as well. However, on America a country he had known since her beginning, it was exceedingly irritating.
Yet, as he stopped into a quaint shop to order his tea, he just so happened to look out the large window to the street. Where cars drove past, and people hollered already. The United States could be such a loud place.
However, he was here now and the meeting would progress as it should.
He frowned slightly as he caught sight of America, starting down the very way which he had come earlier. England huffed in dismissal that she was even later than he, and she was supposed to be hosting! Germany would simply adore her for this. Again.
That should have been the end of it. Yet, fate took a turn down the same road America was walking. Her blonde hair swayed with each step she took, and Nantucket bobbed along in time. England drew his attention away for a moment to place his order, and to pay the woman with the strange currency which was all one color.
By the time he glanced out the window again, the scene had already been set.
A small gaggle of children, likely on their way to Primary -scarcely able to recite their sums properly by the age of them- wandered near the familiar female nation. American children where always dressed so brightly, it was a wonder that they didn't hurt their eyes. Or the eyes of those that passed by them.
He was content to muse to himself It was then, that England watched in mute shock as the children stopped. The female nation noticed, and grinned happily. The kids appeared unafraid, and all of them smiled back sweetly. Well, some were cheeky from the look of it, but they were children and that was expected.
Children somehow always knew that the personification of their country was someone they could trust. Normally, it was greatly discouraged for little ones such as them to speak with strangers, and it should be. However, they were with their personification and no one could have possibly been safer, or protected them more fiercely from any potential threat. Therefore, England almost did not think too much of the spectacle as the children started to crowd around America.
Except...
Except, children did not flock to Alphas. An Alpha could be gazed upon in reverent awe, such as the children of the UK did for England. Or how they seemed clear a path as they looked on in wonder, as they did for China and Russia. It was not due to her being female either. For Hungary, as England had personally witnessed, received the same respectful distance from young ones.
Biologically speaking, Alphas or leaders even in animals were not pestered by the offspring. It was the caregiver, who received full attention for the more nurturing roles ensured basic survival. His thoughts whirled around him as he watched the children latch onto America en mass.
If he were not witnessing it, he would not believe it. However, plain as day, they were all around America. They could not all be Alphas, Betas, nor Omegas. They had to be a mix of all three classifications. Which made perfect sense for the children.
But to swarm around an Alpha? England's green eyes did not miss how the children began to chatter at America, who looked equally as enthusiastic as the young ones. Though he could not hear it, he was certain they all were talking at once. Somehow, she seemed to be responding to them all. Her blue eyes seemed to dance behind Texas as she smiled even wider.
All too soon, America shook her head regretfully -likely she'd been given an invitation to play- and patted each little head. Beaming as she did so. The children looked sullen, but nodded and went on their way.
England did not hear his name being repeatedly called by the barista behind the counter. Her look of annoyance would not have bothered him either way, because his whole relationship with America was twisting and changing in front of his very eyes.
The most annoying Alpha he knew... was not an Alpha at all.
Nor a Beta, for the young ones had given it all away. America had convinced the world she was an Alpha, even England who had known her since her beginning, was in fact an Omega. An Omega was the only biological equivalent which made sense, because none of the kids even showed a smidgen of hesitancy. No Alpha would have received that treatment. No Beta either. However, a caring and harmless -though that term did not exactly apply to the US-, Omega... would.
Perhaps she could fool the world, but not the children of her own country. Nothing could fool them, at least until they were older.
And, England could not explain why a fierce rush of possessiveness burned at his chest. His green gaze would not be moved from America, who continued on her way, with a smile in place and completely unaffected by the fact that she'd just changed completely in his eyes.
Nothing, was going to be the same.
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HIs first inkling was correct.
It was not the same. England marched into the meeting, already slightly flushed red. His left hand held his delicious tea, and his right hand...
Well, his right hand had a cup of coffee. Just as America liked it. Though why he possessed such asinine knowledge, England did not know. However, he did know how she liked her coffee. It was, perhaps, due to the fact that he had watched her drink the bitter brew for decades upon decades now. Whatever the reason, he had gotten some from her.
Though, he had to say that the woman behind the counter seemed overly put upon for something so simple.
America was playing with her pen, idly clicking it a few times then tapping it on the table. Other countries had yet to arrive. Normally England would have been irate, because he was already twenty minutes late, and being tardy held up the meeting's progress.
Even those known for punctuality were glancing around the room with a bored expression as they waited on the stragglers to filter in.
She seemed to sense the fact that he was awkwardly staring at her. Not that he was being awkward, he was a British gentleman, he was never awkward. Blast it all. His eyes narrowed as he began to glare at America, who cocked her head to the side with a 'what?' expression.
England nearly coughed to cover up how the slight smile she gave him was actually, rather nice. Even when he was glaring at her, she grinned back at him. He nearly kicked his own ass for not seeing it earlier. Of course she wasn't and Alpha. When the others insulted her, she just laughed, instead of trading blows right away.
It made such eerily perfect sense now.
She must have hidden it from him even when he first appeared on her shores. Somehow. There were ways, but he had thought they hadn't appeared until the last century. However, that could not be correct, for he'd never known. Never realized that America was...
"You okay?" She questioned, leaning toward him slightly, a concerned look about her eyes.
He straightened and glanced away, ignoring the way his face flushed at her closeness.
"Perfectly," he responded in a crisp and clear voice. Though a tad deeper than how he usually replied to America.
Some part of him wanted her to see him as the Alpha he was. Even more so than normally.
"It is just that your silly shops here made a mistake," he continued, stroking his own ego for his genius. "And provided me with the swill you call coffee."
America blinked at him, her features morphed into confusion before she rolled her eyes. "Yes, I am terribly apologetic that they gave you free coffee."
His eyes widened subtly as he gazed at her.
"How do you know it was free?"
"Normally when there is a mistake, they give it to you without charge." She replied nearly lazily, "You know, since my people are customer service oriented."
He had paid for it, there had been no mistake, but he latched onto the snippet she gave him and went with it.
"Yes well, either way, I do not drink it. So here." He quickly thrust the cup of coffee at her and America scrambled to reach for it.
Their fingers caressed for a brief moment as he handed the beverage over to her. He felt much warmer than he had a second ago. America stared at it as if it were going to bite her. Oh come now, he wasn't all that bad. He gave her things...
On her birthday.
England moved to the seat next to her, and sat down as if he had every right to be there.
"Uh... thanks?" America said with a slight question to her words. He watched as she shrugged lightly, before sniffing the wisps of steam that still coiled out of the top, despite the plastic lid in the way.
"Oh!" She said with delighted surprise, and England felt a flash of pleasure and pride ripple through his thoughts. "It's the good kind."
Her contented sigh of approval shot straight through him. This time she looked at him for a moment, their eyes met and she smiled behind the rim of the lid as she took a slow sip. She swallowed, and almost looked radiant as she touched a hand to his shoulder.
"Thank you," America repeated as she pulled away.
England's head was swimming from the contact. Alpha's didn't touch each other, not so freely. America had always been... an affectionate nation. It was another nail in the coffin of the idea that she had claimed to be an Alpha.
By his Queen, how could he have missed it for so long?
America turned away, watching as the last countries came in with sheepish murmurings of excuses for their tardiness. Yet, the dangerous flash in her blue gaze quickly reminded him. For all the setbacks, and choices America made that England did not agree with; she was willing to back her words at any given moment.
She was, without a doubt, the most deadly Omega the world had ever seen.
And England, could not take his eyes off of her.
It was the other counties that noticed England by her side, almost like a hungry lion ready to devour America.
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There was a lot of unresolved issues between them. America and England knew it well, but they did not speak about it. It was frankly, impolite and brought everything into a mire of muck. So, they both chose to ignore it. As any mature adult was prone to do.
But there was a chance, that this could be cathartic for them.
And by 'this' England meant his plan to woo America into mating with him. It made absolute sense. The chit was simply lost without him, and he would not be opposed to having her strength backing him. Or at the very least, that is how he presented it to his superiors. All of whom were rather excited at the prospect that America was an Omega.
Political unions were complicated enough already. They did not need another Alpha storming around trying to fight for dominance. It was not pretty, and was the reason that Spain and Austria were no longer married. Granted, Austria was a Beta, but it had driven Spain up the wall.
However, that was not England's concern. He needed to have America agree to becoming his mate. To do that would take all of his skills in seduction. For while America's women loved the classical British accent, the personification... seemed less than impressed.
Which made no bloody sense!
His green eyes flickered across the table to the Omega that had been plaguing his thoughts. Now they were in Southern Italy, going over certain talks that technically did not exist. Canada had been unable to make it, not that it bothered England much.
He was distracted by an American minx. So to speak. He had an inkling that she was being coy on purpose by the way she fluttered her eyes and swayed her hips when she was near him. Of course, others called it blinking and walking.
Semantics, really.
She'd changed her shampoo, he could tell. Every so often he discreetly took a sniff, feeling calmed by her presence and to know where she was. He just wanted her to be safe, and also he was not keen on the idea of some unscrupulous nation trying to swoop down to snatch her away.
America, had unfortunately, been aware of his increased presence in meetings that he normally designated to the appropriate persons. Hss green eyes wandered over once more. Taking in rather endearing sight she presented. Her brow was slightly furrowed as she read the latest briefing, and her hand reached for a glass of water. England would have paid a pretty sum to be her glass, by the way her lips caressed it.
Her blue eyes were on him, he could feel it and did not stop himself from sitting straighter.
She put the glass down, after her drink, and he could sense her watching him from the corner of her eye. England firmly reminds himself so smile at her sexily. America gives a soft snort of amusement.
He sourly frowns at her for a moment. She certainly was not engaging with him as easily as she had in the past.
Southern Italy tried to speak with him more than once. In proper manners, he had politely responded and had even made the other country smile a few times. However, occasionally Israel would lean too close to America, and his hand strayed to her shoulder once.
'Mine,' England thought with anger as he kept his gaze on America. She waved the hand away with a disarming smile.
In a display of his cold fury over Southern Italy trying something, even though the Beta was not as much of a risk as another Alpha, it still got under his skin that the little bastard would try it in front of England. He had been an empire, and he sure as hell was not rolling over now.
With a swift kick to Southern Italy's chair, he watched with satisfaction as it tilted over.
"My word, how terribly clumsy of me," England drawled lowly. His green eyes flashed at Southern Italy who looked ready to try and start an altercation. In front of a lady? How distasteful.
Still, if the chap needed to be taught a lesson, well, England was an excellent tutor.
"What happened?" America asked, looking up from her papers and blinking at Southern Italy was sprawled on the ground. "Did your chair break?"
Her blue gaze wandered to England and then back to Southern Italy.
"Ah, Si," Southern Italy said with a thunderous look to his face before smiling at America with a seductive grin. "Would you help me up?"
He held out his hand, and America would have done so. England knew her too well, however, that slimy Italian was not laying a finger on her again. With rough hands he grabbed Southern Italy and righted him.
"There you go, mate," he said with a cheeriness he certainly did not feel.
Southern Italy glared daggers at him, and excused himself for a moment to get America more coffee. Which left England alone with the female nation.
"What was all that about?" She asked casually, with an amused grin.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," England said as he suddenly found a document interesting.
"Uh-huh. Okay, whatever." America replied as she reached for her water.
England met her gaze after a moment, trailing to how she paused and watched him carefully. Her blue eyes raked over him from head to toe. America looked away for a moment. A faint rosy glow on her cheeks. Was... was America blushing? England felt his chest throb at the thought, and another part of him as well. A shy America was... it was...
Something that made him nearly hard right then and there. He shifted to keep such a thing from happening. Or if it did, for it to not be quite so obvious.
Was she trying to tempt him? The stupid chit.
Except, that is what he wanted. However, England cleared his throat, fighting against his urge to snap at the female nation. He needed to be poised and charming.
"Your fly is undone." She stated, a little too loudly.
He flushed, then paled, and looked down. Then he felt his cheeks heat up even more. She was right. His zipper was down.
She'd wasted a perfectly good fantasy, and he looked as if he could not dress himself properly. Goddamn it!
"Terribly sorry," he muttered as he corrected the issue.
America's blue gaze remained lowered on the papers, and Texas was still proudly perched on her nose, but she did not look at him again. Any thoughts he had to turn the events in his favor were summarily forgotten when Southern Italy came back in the room.
Nothing could have killed his mood faster.
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"Ameri-!"
He was calling her name, but it died on his lips. England's eyes widened as he saw her on her hands and knees, her bum was practically wiggling in the air. It was all he could do from slamming the door behind him and taking her right there on the floor as she glanced back over her shoulder.
"Oh hey Iggy!" America greeted brightly. "I dropped my phone." She said with a little soft laugh that went straight to his groin.
"England," he corrected in a growl that was more to do with him holding back his urges, and less to do with America's use of that abhorrent nickname.
"Yeah, I know," she said in a matter of fact tone. "Give me a minute, and I'll be right with you. 'Kay?"
He heard her and managed to nod, but as she turned back toward fishing her phone out from under the cabinet under her desk, England watched her like a hawk. His mind, coupled with his centuries more of experience, thought of several fun things that could be accomplished with America like that.
"England?" America said and in his mind it sounded far dirtier than it was.
"Yes?"
"You don't have to wait, I'll be right there."
England ended up waiting, but he didn't mind. He brushed it off with a show of gentlemanly concern. He was half tempted to join her on the floor.
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He invited her out to dinner. America agreed, as he thought she might, and he wanted to show her a good time. Some food, and good conversation would have them on the fast track to being splendidly smitten with each other. He was certain of it.
He was England, after all.
What he had not expected, was that 'getting a bite to eat' would be taken by America as to mean... 'go get us dinner and trap us at work'. Which is what the star-spangled nation proceeded to do. She burst through the doors, just as he was finishing up an e-mail. Her blue eyes were nearly sparkling.
"I brought Indian!" she half-cheered out loud.
England stared at her. She'd brought him take out? They were supposed to go to an nice meal at a restaurant! Something vaguely resembling a healthy dish. Not ... wait, did she say Indian. He sniffed the air and noticed the lingering spicy scent in the air.
"Turkey Curry?" He asked, surprised, but still slightly vexed.
She started at him blankly.
"No, uh... I think its chicken." America said looking down at the bag.
He hummed in annoyance, but now he did actually want to eat it. HE had a sort of weakness for curry.
"When I said dinner," he said with a note of exasperation, "I meant that I would like to eat at a restaurant."
America wrinkled her nose at him
"But there is still a ton of work to do, and dude stop being so picky. Why can't you just say 'thank you' like a normal nation." She complained as she set the food down and began getting the containers out.
England twitched. He had forgotten that America actually was a very hard worker. In fact, she hardly ever even took holidays.
He pushed back his chair and went over to help her. She wasn't wearing perfume today, however, there was the soft scent of female on her that was nearly irresistible. England swallowed heavily. America turned her attention toward him, looking far too sweet.
His hands ached to touch her, the little Omega that waltzed around his thoughts and through his life. She was constantly in motion, it seemed, and he wanted to hold her to him for a while. To keep her from leaving.
It was barely noticeable at first, but the scent of arousal tickled his nose and he leaned in closer. America gave a soft gasp and backed away a bit. She smiled at him nervously. England's eyes darkened and his pupils dilated.
"America?" He said her name seductively in a voice that could have made sin seem pure.
Her gaze lowered, and a small noise torn between a groan and moan ripped from her mouth. America was watching him with nearly impossibly wide eyes. She flicked her pink tongue over her lips and he watched the display with a mounting desire.
"England." She whispered back.
However, the spell was broken when his face neared her, intent upon capturing the lips that whispered his name so wantonly.
"Oh! I fo-forgot something," America said suddenly, as she all but fled from him.
His green gaze watched it all with a nearly devious smirk to his lips. As an aura of menace as being stopped seemed to pour off of him in waves.
Well, now, wasn't that interesting?
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It was never wise to tempt an Alpha and then try to snatch away the prize. So to speak.
America had been avoiding him, and had actually barred him from entering her country.
She had been slipping through his fingers, not literally, he had much faster reflexes than that. He wasn't entirely sure who was helping her skirt around the meetings, or if it was America being... well... difficult. However, he was extremely irritated with the whole affair.
He'd snapped at every country that came near him, because they all smelt of Alpha and Beta. Not his sweet little Omega. The one that had formerly been a colony under him, and part of his roared to life thinking of possessing her again, in a much more primal sense this time.
Yet... she was nowhere to be found.
More than a few countries had commented on the disappearance of the US. It teased England's ears, every time he heard her name. There was a subtle tortuous in waiting and the build to the what he hoped would be a true mating.
France wisely kept away from him, half afraid that England would devastate his handsome face if he muttered so much as a word in the Island nation's general direction.
England's nearly murderous green eyes landed don Canada. Poor Canada, who was trying not to make eye contact with England. That meant only one thing.
Canada knew something.
Which meant that in a few short minutes, England was going to know what Canada knew.
His wolfish smile sent chills up the spines of a few nations as he neared the Northern Alpha.
"Hello Canada," England said with a smile that showed more teeth than friendliness. "Would you come with me for a moment?"
Canada paled, looking at the frightening image England presented with his stone-green eyes.
"I am a little-"
"Excellent," the island nation breezed onward as if Canada had not spoke at all. HIs hand settled on Canada's shoulder firmly. "Let's chat, shall we?"
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Antarctica.
The chit decided to make him peruse her to Antarctica. Where it was one of the few places where all nations involved actually abided the rules and had peaceful resolutions. In short, owned by many, claimed by others, but no one cared enough to bitch about it. There was a reason that the continent did not have a native people. It was cold as a witch's tit! A whopping negative 38 degrees Celsius. Yes. Fantastic.
Also, England had a vested interest in the place, and it would be like America to hide in an area he would never think to look.
It was a little maddening, but a tad bit exciting as well. Just like when he had to find her the first time. But now the game between them had greatly changed.
He knew just where she would be. At the McMurdo station. So, using good old fashioned U.K. ingenuity, a British trait, he had managed to use his clearance and some fabricated need to speak with the nation to get into the American base.
That and his flawless accent. He was so hot, he'd almost kissed himself. However, he was going to let America do that, as soon as he found her.
The wafting and lingering scent of her was all around. However, it grew stronger in the south side of the station, and he managed to track her down in the Crary Science and Engineering Center. CSEC for short. His green eyes landed on her, dressed up in good thermal clothing and laughing with a Beta American over her damned coffee.
England did not even have to say a word, for as soon as he spotted her, her blue eyes widened and gazed toward him. She could sense him, and he her. They were in tune enough to know what was happening. America blushed and excused herself.
He watched her predatorily as she moved toward him.
"What are you doing here?"
"I think you know." He responded dryly.
She narrowed her gaze behind Texas. "You need to go home."
"Oh I will," he said with faux consideration. "However, you are coming with me."
"No I am not."
"Yes you are."
"I-"
"You are an Omega."
She gasped, her eyes were wide and her jaw slackened.
"You know?" She asked with a hint of desperation lacing her words.
"Indeed."
He could tell she wanted to argue. Knew that she did, for he could feel it deep in his bones. But, she snapped her mouth closed and settled for clenching her fists.
"Are you going to tell?"
"That depends, are you going to come along quietly?"
America gave a soft growl and a deep sigh.
"I will go get my things."
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She wasn't happy, but England was. They were going to someplace with a positive temperature. America made that plainly known by the number of times she purposefully kicked him in the shin, and told him to go 'Fuck himself'. Or how she was going to 'Snap his British superiority off and shove it up his ass.'
Honestly.
He shook his head ruefully at how his legs were on fire, but it mattered very little at the moment. Because though she was upset with him, there was still the subtle scent of arousal on her. America might not have liked what he did, but at the same time, it certainly seemed that she did.
England could not help but indulge himself in her sweet smell. He leaned closer to her, and nearly pressed his nose into her neck.
"What the hell dude?!" America thundered like an angry cat. Hissing and snarling at him. England pulled back to gaze at her.
By God she was lovely when she was feisty like this. How had he never seen it before?
"What?" she asked again, far less upset this time. Her tone suggested confusion.
He grinned at her, a sexy smirk on his face as he watched her flush at his attention. He leaned his head against his hand as he propped it up on his elbow.
"Nothing."
She pouted slightly and looked down.
"Is not."
"What?"
"It is not nothing," she said with a frown. "You're acting strange."
"Strange?"
"Like..." She trailed off, but looked at him suggestively.
"Like?" He repeated, clearly entertained by her shy demeanor. It was doing wonders to his libido.
She blushed harder.
"Like you want me."
England reached out and cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand. He exerted just enough pressure to get her to look at him.
"That is because I do."
America's eyes went wide and she stared at him as if he were talking to his 'imaginary friends' as she called them.
"...What?"
England's hand moved to her arm and he pulled her to him, the airplane was unaffected by his movements but America was not. She was nestled quiet perfectly on his lap as he wound his fingers in her hair.
"I want you America," he said with every ounce of loving seduction that he possessed.
Without giving her a moment to think it over, the Alpha captured the Omega's lips in a searing kiss.