Past-Part Fills Post 1 -- CLOSED
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The room was silent, save for the sounds of rustling bedsheets and their combined heavy breathing. America paused in his ministrations, taking in the delicious sight below him.
He finally had England where he wanted, underneath him, flushed and panting. Now there was only one thing missing from the picture. He licked his lips at the thought. The mental image of England begging was too good to pass up.
"Tell me how much you want me," he murmured over England's lips, not close enough to be touching.
England craned his neck up to try and meet those lips, only to let out a half-groan, half-whine of frustration when America pulled away. It was rather cute. "A-America, just get on with it!"
"Always so demanding England~" he smirked before lowering himself, bringing his mouth next to England's ear, "But not until you say it." His voice was dark and full of wicked promises. He was pleased when he felt England shiver in response and decided to continue to egg him on. "You want me bad don't you? You want my Statue of Liberty in you." Damn, he was awesome and sexy.
However, England obviously did not agree with that self-evaluation. He stiffened at the last line and even the ever oblivious America knew something was up. Before he could ask what was wrong, he heard a low, tense murmur, "Statue of Liberty?" Blinking down at England's troubled face, he felt his lust-induced haze clear up a bit as what he said began to dawn on him. He breathed an internal sigh of relief when he saw no trace of disappointment or nostalgia on his face but wait...was that disgust?
Before he could do or say anything, England had already shoved America off him and stormed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. America blinked. What the hell just happened?
"Oi, England! You can't just leave me like this!"
The only response he got was the sound of the shower starting.
England could be such an ice queen.
Sighing, America glanced down at his statue-of-liberty-now-renamed-Florida. Somehow, he just knew he wasn't going to be getting any for a while.
Florida glanced sadly back up at him.
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France was slightly confused. He was getting dirty looks from England, that was normal enough, what was really odd though was that America was alternating between giving him dirty looks and shooting sulky, kicked puppy-faces at England, who was ignoring them rather successfully.
He was positive that he had done nothing to deserve those looks. Why, he had only groped England seven times yesterday!
The meeting ended and England picked up his things and rushed out the room, avoiding all eye-contact with America.
Although it seemed that he still had the time to punch France in the face before leaving. How generous.
He winced slightly as he felt the damage to his face. That was definitely going to leave a mark. His poor beautiful face! His concern for England grew slightly. Very slightly. Even with their not-so-friendly history, England rarely attacked him unprovoked.
He stood up, just as America approached him with something akin to a guilty expression on his face. Not letting America get a word in just yet, he asked "What happened between you and Angleterre?"
America looked at him like a deer in the headlights. France rolled his eyes. If America had been trying to be discrete about the glaring, he had failed miserably. "It's fairly obvious something happened. Come now, tell big brother France your troubles!"
America had a rather constipated look on his face as though he were debating whether or not to share what had happened or not. Eventually, he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and answered.
"I, ah, called my, well, you know," he gestured vaguely towards his crotch before mumbling the rest of his sentence.
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"Hm?" That piqued France's curiosity. What was it that America was so reluctant to vocalise?
America blushed lightly as he reluctantly repeated himself."...statueofliberty."
"...come again?"
"I called it my 'Statue of Liberty', alright?!" With that outburst, it was as if a flood gate had opened. "And England got really pissed at me coz' it made him think of you and now he can't get it up anymore, so thanks to you, I no longer have a sex life!" At the end of that tirade, he gave France the dirtiest look he could muster. The cock-blocking bastard.
It took France several seconds to process everything.
Well now. There was only one proper response France could have to that revelation. An offended noise emerged from his throat before he replied indignantly.
"I am not that repulsive!"
TBC?
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I was hoping this would get filled! Oh, America, you sexy bastard you.
Great job, writeranon~ I'd definitely like more if you mean that TBC. ;D
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*sighs* America America, what are we going to do with you?
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And. Oh Francis, why do you say you're not that repulsive? :')
♥♥♥ Sorry I was late, btw.
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