England was sprawled on the bed; her long blonde hair now untied and flowing behind her. She was stripped down to her black corset, lacy pants, garter belt and stockings. She bought them previously to tease Scotland; but now she had to use them for work too. However she preferred showing them to Scotland; because only she could appreciate them properly.

She held one hand close to her chest gently; the other lay beside her head gently. She knew the attire would rev up her lover's engine even more. While she didn't look it; she was a master of seduction. One of her many trades as a nation was her ability of espionage; which she used via seduction to find out information. By the time the enemy realized it they had spilled half their secrets and she was already gone.

"Yer so fuckin beautiful Michelle" Scotland said lustfully her voice hoarse. She truly was an angel in human form; and she was hers alone. The day she met her fiancé had been like a dream; seeing her in green khaki uniform and bunches. She looked so alluring and powerful; yet she had found the sweet girl beneath the suit. The day she proposed and England said yes had been the happiest day of her life.

She had feared in the past that America would claim her when she came of age; but that fear had dissipated when England accepted her proposal. Their relationship had been rocky at first but later they had learned to confide in each other completely. They had officially proven their loyalty and love to each other when America chose to leave England; because Scotland was the only one who stayed beside her.

England looked away shyly her face red; compared to her redheaded goddess she was nothing. "That's not true" she said quietly. Those fiery red locks that tumbled down her face; those piercing greenish yellow orbs. Her lover was truly a beast but a very beautiful one at that.

Scotland glared and turned England's face towards her; her greenish yellow eyes burning into her "Dinna say that" she said firmly. She would never allow England to hate herself; she wanted her to see how stunning she was in her eyes. Anyone who would call her anything but otherwise would be beaten within an inch of their life.

England blushed "You're a goddess compared to me" she said quietly her voice shy. The only reason most people looked at her is because with glasses she aroused their librarian fetish. It sickened her how most of her admirers were perverts who simply got off on her appearance.

Scotland grabbed England's hands and held them firmly either side of her head; she stared deep into her lovers green orbs. She would never allow her lover to see her as anything but amazing. "Ye have hair like spun gold; like oot ae one of ma fairy books. Yer eyes are like fuckin gems. How can ye say ye aint cute lassie?" Scotland chided firmly.

England blushed; all the bad things she felt about her appearance always left because of her lover. Any words she gave soothed her soul like magic; nobody else could ease her worries so well. She was her sunshine that broke through the clouds on a rainy day; her beam of joy that made her feel like she was truly loved by someone.

Scotland let her eyes roam downwards to the corset around her lover's body; she smirked deviously. She grabbed the zip fastening in her teeth and pulled it downward revealing more ivory skin. The one thing that never failed to surprise Scotland was England's body; its perfect shape and proportion were that of a work of art.

England blushed as her torso and breasts peaked out of her corset; they were still covered but they peaked out at her. It was easy to put on and fun to take off; which is why she bought it. The other reason was because there was no under wire to dig into her and it was just more comfortable than regular clothes; except when you needed to bend over.

"Such pretty skin; sae soft and gleaming" she growled hungrily. England's skin was like pure silk to touch and alabaster in complexion. When she got aroused or cold her cheeks would heat up giving the complexion of strawberries.

"Isla..." England gasped shyly. Scotland's breath tickled her skin and made her inner desires scream.

Scotland chuckled; god England had the cutest fucking voice ever. She would never grow tired of it; because she loved making her scream. She loved seeing her nerdy complexion fall apart into something more seductive.

She slowly removed the corset; pulling it from underneath her lover and tossing it to the floor. When she looked upon England's new form she felt something within herself snap.

England was still laid in her position her face flushed red; except now her luscious breasts were out; her soft 30C breasts with now perky nipples; like little rosebuds.

England now used her free arm to cover up her chest shyly; Scotland had seen her body multiple times. But when she stripped her she was always at her most shy; she was used to being taken when she was completely nude.

Scotland removed her hand and returned it to her original position beside her; she wasn't going to let England hide. She wanted to see all of her; she wanted to feel all of her.

"Stop staring at me; it's embarrassing" England muttered quietly her tone obvious with embarrassment. If any other nation saw her like this she would never live it down; she had a reputation after all.

Scotland chuckled her eyes gleaming with hunger "Nae fuckin chance" she said deviously. She loved seeing the blonde squirm beneath her; it fed into her primal nature.

England pouted and clicked her teeth; she knew Scotland was going to make her wait for it. Why couldn't she just fuck her right here and now; why did she put her through this agony?

She felt herself dampen below and her core tingled with desire; Scotland's breath tingled her skin. All the sensations were eating away at her and she wanted some form of touch to allow her to release it. She gripped her legs together tightly trying to hide her arousal; she wanted Scotland so badly it hurt. Those eyes of hers pierced her soul and made her feel both safe and afraid; but she loved it.

Scotland could see she was trying to hide her shyness; it was so fucking adorable. Every day she fell deeper and deeper in love with the blonde nation. No matter who approached her she would only ever want England.

"Michelle" Scotland said firmly her tone an order. She knew England wouldn't refuse her when she used that voice. She was the only one nowadays who could reason with her because she knew all of her weaknesses. She had seen England at her darkest and still stayed beside her through it all.

England turned to look at her lover and was immediately met with her passionate lips locking in her own. She tasted like nicotine and whiskey; a very intoxicating yet additive flavour. Slowly she closed her eyes and opened her mouth allowing Scotland entrance. Without hesitation the redhead slid her tongue into England's and played a war with the others.

Her cheeks flushed a redder colour and she stifled a moan; she was burning up inside from Scotland's touch. She wanted to entangle her hands in those red locks but she couldn't because her hands were pinned.

Eventually Scotland pulled away slowly her tongue slightly hung out; a small trail of saliva parting from their mouths. She licked her lips at England's sweet flavour; she tasted like tea and spiced apples.

England panted at the release catching her breath; Scotland's kisses were filled with the passion she felt for her. She could feel her love and desire with every touch and it drove her crazy. "P...Please..." England panted desperately. She couldn't wait anymore; she needed to feel the burning embrace of her lover.

Scotland smirked; she knew what England wanted but she planned on building her up before she completely drove her crazy. "Ssh ma wee lamb; I'll give ye what ye want" she cooed fondly.