Sweet Dreams [1/1]
anonymous
September 4 2009, 13:12:48 UTC
Anon has never written APH before. Hopes it turns out all right.
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England bent down and took one of Amercia's nipples into his mouth. America let out a long moan and bucked his hips up, trying to get more friction against his groin. England chuckled happily and rose from America's chest, leaning up to press his lips to America's in a kiss, while reaching down to stroke America, harder and harder until America came with a wail...
England smiled with amusement as he watched the teenage nation sleep. It was obvious, from the mumbling, the moaning and the tossing and turning, that America was having a very nice dream. He wondered who the younger nation was dreaming about, and suppressed the sudden surge of jealousy.
Smiling again as he spotted the wet patch on America's pyjama pants, he slipped out of bed and over to the cupboard. Quickly rummaging around he found a spare pair, and left them on the chair on America's side of the bed. He wouldn't embarass the younger nation by letting him know that he was aware of his wet dreams.
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Okayyyyyyyy, that turned out...odd. I think anyway. Apologies for the crappy adultness in the first bit but hey, you did say America was a teenager...also sorry about lack of detail. It's nearly midnight here and brain is fried.
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England bent down and took one of Amercia's nipples into his mouth. America let out a long moan and bucked his hips up, trying to get more friction against his groin. England chuckled happily and rose from America's chest, leaning up to press his lips to America's in a kiss, while reaching down to stroke America, harder and harder until America came with a wail...
England smiled with amusement as he watched the teenage nation sleep. It was obvious, from the mumbling, the moaning and the tossing and turning, that America was having a very nice dream. He wondered who the younger nation was dreaming about, and suppressed the sudden surge of jealousy.
Smiling again as he spotted the wet patch on America's pyjama pants, he slipped out of bed and over to the cupboard. Quickly rummaging around he found a spare pair, and left them on the chair on America's side of the bed. He wouldn't embarass the younger nation by letting him know that he was aware of his wet dreams.
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Okayyyyyyyy, that turned out...odd. I think anyway. Apologies for the crappy adultness in the first bit but hey, you did say America was a teenager...also sorry about lack of detail. It's nearly midnight here and brain is fried.
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Thank you! I Loved it :D
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:Q________
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Don't worry anon, this was great!
reCaptcha: knowledge roppe...are you trying to say Iggy should've tied Alfred up? -ponders-
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