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For the Omegaverse lovers, here you go. More AlphaUKxOmegaUSA
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England wondered if the swift kick to his jewels, which was a dirty trick by the by, had truly been warranted. It had just been a kiss. A delightfully passionate and nearly animalistic kiss, but only a kiss. The Omega, however, looked fit to be tied.
Which... was not a bad idea...
He mentally growled with approval.
He noticed the way her bosom heaved as she struggled for breath, and how red her lips looked, even compared to the flush on her cheeks. Her bright blue eyes, a gorgeous feature of hers, stared at him with both shock and contemplation.
England watched as she settled herself down enough to speak.
"What game are you playing?" She snarled, narrowing her gaze in warning.
The Island nation pondered her meaning. Well, he did admit that he was coming on a bit strong, but it made perfect sense. America had belonged to him once. A clever little Omega that had hidden from him. In plain sight. The thought exhilarated him and also irritated him on some level. A great misunderstanding, the entirely of her Revolution, would not have happened had he been aware.
Yet, the past was in the past, and there was nothing to be done about it now. Except to keep the pretty Omega in front of him from getting away. America wasn't giving off scents of fear. In fact, there was the lingering aroma of her arousal wafting in the space between them. However, the anger and confusion was equally as thick.
England would tread with caution. America was still an Omega, and an Omega should not be messed with when they were on the edge.
He beckoned her closer. Doing his best not to wince, for she had truly given him a wallop of a kick.
"Now, darling, " He drawled out in a slightly gruff voice. "Why would you think I was playing at anything?"
She reared back a bit, blinking at him as she scrutinized his features for any trace or hint of deception.
"I... I don't know why you would. Or what this is about. All I know is that you suddenly demand I come with you, knowing I am an Omega, and you start saying these... things."
"Things?" he asked gently, watching a myriad of emotions play across her face.
"That you," she swallowed quickly and glanced away, "want me."
The words were whisper soft, but her scent of desire spiked to high, it was painful for him to keep his distance. However, nothing good ever came from pushing America too far.
"I do want you," he replied in a blunt form of honesty.
America nearly gaped at him, her shoulders dropped a bit, as if she didn't know how to take what he was saying. How to take and understand it, or accept it at all. Confusion painted her pretty features.
"But you don't even like me all that much. Is this some sort of political move?" She questioned, far too lightly, "Because you discovered I'm an Omega?"
Well, he'd certainly presented it that way. His government would not exactly object to having America backing his word. As a mated pair would. However, if he stated that to her she might recoil from him. His personal reasons for the matter, had nothing to do with her resources or military strength.
England simply... wanted her.
Craved her.
Though it was true that they did not always get along like two peas in a pod, that did not mean that England disliked America. He did need her, on a level or two. She was... important to him. Therefore wanting her to be with him was more than natural. He desired her to the point of pain.
He had to have her. The irritatingly optimistic, stubborn to a fault, Omega that had not left him entirely. America still kept ties with him, even shortly after her Revolution. Well, by national standards. And, that said quite a lot. England, in return, had chosen to aid America over Canada once upon a time.
Canada had not been amused. Still, that had been when England believed her to be an Alpha, yet... it was not so. There was a whole new world of possibilities for them now!
Texas glinted as she tilted her head, to look at him. Really look at him, as if she'd never dared hope for anything to happen between them. He could see and smell the longing about her. The same expression she'd held when he had traveled away from her during her youth.
America, when she had been wholly trusting of him. Before all the bitterness and anger. England felt a thrill of exhilaration run through him. A primal need to prove he was as he used to be. Someone America could count upon.
She was honestly looking at him. In the way that only Omegas could. In a way that appraised and scrutinized every part of him. Searching and deciding if England fit some ingrained criteria well enough to be a mate.
Which he was. After all, he was England.
"Well," he said after a moment, puffing out his chest slightly to present a better image to her, "It would never be entirely unrelated."
That was the truth, and she nodded, keenly aware of that glaring fact as well. There was a bit of disappointment in her features. The way her mouth pulled slightly.
"However," England continued, " I will say that it is not my personal reason for choosing to pursue you."
Her eyes widened, and the expression she gave him, was enough to make his heart stop. A look of happiness flooded her features. Such serene and sincere joy at his statement, that was very ill-disguised.
"Oh," America said very quietly.
Part of England wondered if he had imagined it, but he knew she had said it. He could feel himself nearly quivering in excitement as the scents of anger and confusion faded. It left only the lingering heat of arousal.
Arousal he was about to act on, when America chose that moment to walk away from him. England blinked his green gaze, as she wandered into the plane's restroom, and shut the door. He heard the lock 'click' into place.
His mind went blank, and he followed after her.
The Alpha nation stared at the door, as if it were the greatest magic trick he had ever witnessed. Or even the greatest magic, for that matter. Because, there was no way that America just walked away from him after he poured his bloody heart out to her.
But... she had. What the hell was this?
He raised a hand and knocked on the door, rather loudly.
"America?" He questioned with a slight undertone of impatience. She was not allowed to closet herself off in the small space to avoid him when she made his blood set itself aflame.
Really, a little common courtesy. Was that so much to ask for?
"I... I need to think about this." Came her voice with indecision plain in her tone.
"In the facilities?" He questioned in disbelief. Why not in his arms? Where he could lavish her with attention and remove her clothing.
Well, the last part was more for him than her at the moment. Still, he knew she would very much enjoy it. He nearly purred at the thought.
"Well, it is not like I have a lot of options here, England." America returned with a bit more spirit in her words. "I just need a few minutes. Please."
"You can't be-"
"If you say serious, I am coming out of here and there will be bloodshed." She snapped out in irritation, though he caught the whiffs of her uncertainty and attraction to him.
England sighed heavily. He truly did not understand America sometimes. The Alpha sighed heavily, and stayed where he was. He'd wait her out, if he had to.
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America stared at the bathroom mirror. The nearly dim lighting, by comparison to what she was used to, let her see herself for the first time since being alone with England.
Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she could see the flushed look on her cheeks. She looked... pleased. America noticed that she was smiling.
Like an idiot, but smiling.
She gave a soft, almost soundless laugh -more of a huffing of her breath really- and stared at her reflection a moment longer.
With trembling hands, she smoothed down her hair and straightened her clothes as a single thought clambered about in her mind.
England wanted her.
England wanted her.
She couldn't help it. America burst out into a little impromptu dance of happiness. He liked her!
It was then, that she realized he hadn't actually said that. America frowned slightly, and tapped on the bathroom door.
"England?" She questioned, trying to keep her voice even.
"Yes?"
"Do you like me?"
There was silence as she looked at the door, trying to keep her heart in her ribcage. Had her hands always been this clammy? She wiped them on her pants.
"W-what sort of question is that?" He balked and America's eyes narrowed.
"A damn important one." She insisted placing her hands on her hips. Some of her earlier excitement faded. "You said you want me, but... do you like me, or not?"
She could almost hear him flustering from behind the door, as he cleared his throat.
"I... like you." England admitted in a softer tone that was somehow rough around the edges.
America flushed again, and before she could stop herself, she went back to victory dancing. A small sound of delight caught in her throat.
"I like you too," She said after a moment, when she could.
America took one more glance at her appearance in the mirror, and made her choice.
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This nation was going to drive him absolutely mad.
Or at least, the side of him that could still think logically and did not want to devolve into animalistic lust. Which was looking more and more appealing with each moment that the delectable Omega insisted on cloistering herself off in the restroom.
The sound of the lock, unlocking, had his attention riveted on the door.
With the most adorable and arousing shyness he'd ever seen on any nation, America stood in the doorway.
Her cheeks were tinted red, almost to her ears and across the bridge of her nose. Which still supported Texas, and she gazed up at him with limpid pools of sky blue. England felt his heart and loins throb painfully.
The only coherent thought flooding his hormone addled brain was 'mine'. He reached for her, and America allowed herself to be caught up in his arms.
"I'll take such good care of you, sweetheart," he promised sensually as he leaned down to kiss her.
Only to have America's hand mysteriously appear over his lips. His green eyes narrowed for a moment, like a lion that was highly un-amused.
"E-England," she said with a slight stutter, as if she was having trouble making her tongue move. "I... I want you to court me."
He stilled.
"Properly," America insisted. "And, I mean it."
That shyness was still evident, but there was a hopefulness in her voice that gave him pause.
"If you want me," the Omega said softly, "and you like me, as you said you do. Then court me, and I..."
America bit her lip and glanced down then back to him.
"Then I will be all in."
Mates.
England understood instantly what she was referring to. If he courted her, she would tie them politically as well as personally. America, the previously hidden Omega, would be his.
Challenge: Accepted.
She removed her hand form his mouth, waiting for his answer. He could smell the arousal and nervous excitement on her skin. It was driving him to the brink. Yet, he reigned back his Alpha instincts and gave a pained grimace. Though he hid it well, for he was a true gentleman.
He tipped his forehead to her, butting against it gently. His nearly feral green eyes locked with hers.
"As you wish, my dear." He promised lowly.
It did not escape his notice, that she shivered in his arms at his words.
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England, was an Alpha just a hair's breadth away from snapping and killing someone.
America, the clever little minx, had tricked him. That had to be it. Somehow, she had gotten him to agree to court her. Which meant, that by his word -and his honor- he had dropped her off at home. Thoroughly untouched.
Well... mostly.
Her lips, and parts of her neck, had borne the brunt of his impassioned onslaught. And, now, he was watching her intently over the meeting table. The other countries were highly curious as to why England was staring so intently at a fellow Alpha.
Was he hoping to challenge her? Was there a war brewing?
He did not even bother to wait, for it to fully finish. There would be closing remarks, and general good will to promote unity toward the end. He didn't give a shit about all that. He was too busy catching the gazes of the Omega that kept glancing at him throughout the meeting.
The tease.
England strode over to her seat, and placed a small gift in front of her. America blushed slightly, but looked pleased, all the same. She accepted it with a genuine smile at him.
A Snickers bar.
The gift of food, and the promise of gathering resources for her so that she would never fear hunger. As was tradition.
He was honoring her request, and in a way that America likely appreciated.
Many eyes watched the pair in interest. The Island Alpha and the Star-Spangled Alpha as they locked gazes again. America, however, did look down for a moment.
England did not even bother to pretend not to hear the startled gasps of those around America. It was easy to recognize what he was doing.
"England?" Liechtenstein inquired gently, hoping to head off some of the taunting that might follow. An Alpha courting another Alpha?
"Yes?" He replied, not taking his eyes off the Omega that had captured his attention.
"I think, you might have made a mistake."
"No. No mistake," England replied with a nearly aggressive but sensual tone.
"B...But Ms. America is-"
"My Omega, in courting." The Island nation stated boldly.
America blushed harder, and quickly nodded. Accepting his words, as she accepted his gift.
And, the other nations, nearly hit the ceiling.