IDK man, I had a mood and this is where the mood took me. It's like a PWP without the porn... I have other drabbles I should be writing more than I should be writing this, but oh well man, the heart wants what the heart wants.

Also, the title's supposed to be like 'Kiss me. Now.' but fanfiction is a pile of shit and won't let me name my chapters what I want.

Enjoy! ;)

"Scotland!"

Now, Scotland certainly wasn't one to complain when meetings with the PM were interrupted, and especially so when it was to nag at him, so it will come as no surprise that his reaction to the exclamation of his name had caused him to bolt upright.

"Yes?"

A rather frazzled looking England stood at the door, panting heavily, out of exhaustion or something else Scotland wasn't sure. He took a moment to look around at the other occupants of the room in deliberation before seemingly deciding on something and marching over to where Scotland was sat.

"Kiss me. Now."

Scotland certainly wasn't going to object.

It wasn't a small kiss, England made sure of that. As soon as their lips touched he wrapped his arms around his neck as tight as possible, hardly allowing him to gasp in surprise over the enthusiasm. Somewhere in the middle of their kissing, England pulled him to his feet, grabbing his tie, and breaking the kiss just long enough to growl a low, "Out."

The other occupants of the room, who were all staring dumbfounded by the scene in front of them, didn't move.

"I said," England sighed, "Out. I'm sure whatever this is you can work it out at a later date. Right now there are more important matters to attend to. Out!"

And with that they all scrambled rather enthusiastically out of the room.

"What's all this about?" Scotland asked a little breathlessly as England's lips travelled up his jaw.

"I fucked up a spell," was the mumbled response.

"Doesn't that usually require just a little kiss?"

England nibbled gently on the underside of his jaw, walking back a little before hopping on the table and pulling Scotland between his legs, "Are you implying you'd rather be listening to that bellend nag at you about budgeting?"

Scotland chuckled, feeling his tie disappear, "No, bu-"

"Good," he smiled, leaning forward to bite lightly at Scotland's nose, "Because I nation hopped here for this, so I'm getting more than a 'little kiss', thank you very much."

"Oh honey, you don't need to thank me, I haven't done anything yet."

England smirked darkly, leaning back on his elbows and spreading his legs wider, "Let's rectify that, shall we?"

Scotland held back his laugh by biting his lip, "Right away."

"Are you going to outright tell the Prime Minister we had sex on this desk, or are you just going to let him imagine?"

England breathed out a slightly breathless laugh, his naked chest rising and falling quickly with the action, "How would you suggest I do that?"

Scotland rolled onto his side, draping an arm over England and nuzzling his face into his side, "Hey boss, don't put your drink there, that's where my pretty little arse was when my brother was fucking me stupid."

England chuckled, turning to seal their lips together in a short kiss, "I'm still smarter than you at any rate."

Scotland returned the kiss, breathing out a laugh of his own, "The only reason we're here is because you couldn't do magic without fucking it up. What spell were you-"

"An aphrodisiac," England replied, cutting of Scotland's question, "It wasn't done, which is why I was as sane as I was, but word to the wise, don't spill them on yourself no matter the stage of completion."

Scotland snorted, "So you didn't need a kiss at all?"

England frowned, rolling over so he was straddling his waist, his hands running up his shoulders and neck and into his hair. "Of course I needed it," he said, leaning down to pepper kisses over his collar, "Wanking myself off at home wouldn't have been half as fun."

Scotland chuckled a little, "I can't argue with that."

England leaned up to press their lips together again, letting it linger through his slightly smug smile.

"Can I ask why you were making an aphrodisiac, though?"

England smirked, "Isn't it obvious pet?"

"I was hoping you'd say it out loud so I had an excuse to fuck you twice on the insufferable ballbag's table."

England bit his lip in amusement, "Well then," he said, sitting up, "I was very much hoping that you wouldn't oppose to its use one day, or night, or all the way through to the next morning?"

Scotland flipped them rather suddenly making England let out a surprised giggle which turned his face bright red, all hints of any form of composure lost. Scotland laughed, leaning down and pressing feather light kisses to England's neck, while his fingers traced teasingly over his sides and thighs, only making him laugh more as England squirmed and struggled to keep his own laughter contained. "Stop being so cute," Scotland laughed, "I'll feel bad about fucking you."

England scrunched up his nose distastefully and poked him in the ribs, "Fuck you."

Scotland grinned.

England's eyes grew wide, "No! Don't you dare say it!"

His grin grew wider.

"I swear I will walk out of here if you do."

Scotland pouted, "Aw, you don't mean that."

England found himself laughing at Scotland's expression, struggling to keep himself serious, "I do! I-"

He was cut off by a very wet raspberry being blown into his stomach.

"Scotland!"

It took a while for them to stop giggling like teenagers, but they eventually did get around to having that second round. At the next meeting with the PM England didn't mention anything about his pretty little arse, nor did he mention anything about his brother fucking him stupid, but that didn't stop Scotland from subtly repositioning the PM's glass of water onto the exact spot where England remembered moaning like a bitch in heat.

The fact that they had a quickie in a small room down the hall was unrelated, of course. Or, at the very least, that's what he told an extremely sceptical Scotland.