USUK Literal 7a/7
anonymous
August 17 2011, 16:07:25 UTC
America was shaking just slightly as he helped England undress, and England laid a hand on his shoulder and told him, “I know you’re tired, it’s fine,” and pulled his pants off on his own. “Lay back.”
They probably could’ve waited for America to recover more before starting, but the mood had seemed right and his brothers were occupied with each other that America and England could almost say they were having a private moment.
After all the things that had happened that night, England very much wished for a few private moments. Though he wasn’t entirely the most upstanding gentleman all the time, he was still rather reclusive and liked his privacy. Especially in intimate matters such as this.
Debauchery was fun, no one, let alone anyone in his family, would every deny that.
America’s breathing began to even out as he lay relaxed on the bed, with England’s hands tracing the familiar lines of his chest. America’s large hands held his hips in a loose grip and his thumbs rubbed in pleasant circles on his thighs.
…And England supposes that lovemaking has quite a few merits of its own.
“Hand me the lube, love,” he whispered into the shell of America’s ear. The nation below him sighed and hummed gently, one hand leaving England’s thigh to hand him the bottle before returning to its place.
England took the bottle and set it by himself on the bed, where he could easily reach it later. Carefully, before they went further, he slid the glasses from America’s face once more. “Now really, you knew we were getting right back in bed, why’d you put them back on just now?”
America looked younger without his glasses. A whole century younger. Back in his youthful prime. “Habit,” he said, and grinned.
England snorted, “Silly,” and kissed him.
Americas arms wrapped around England’s waist in a strong hold, despite the boy’s tiredness. Two large hands jerkily un-tucked England’s shirt and pushed his pants down. His hands cupped England’s ass, and England groaned, low and soft.
It had been terrible, watching those hands move over his brothers’ bodies. It made him wonder if this whole thing was just another of Wales’ non-violent ‘let’s-get-back-at-England’ schemes. It was certainly more effective at bothering England than occasionally mixing up his paperwork.
He slid his teeth down America’s neck as his pants slid down to his knees. He glazed over where Scotland’s teeth had reddened the skin and he sucked and licked until they were England’s markings, instead.
USUK Literal 7b/7
anonymous
August 17 2011, 16:12:45 UTC
When his teeth had finally reddened most America’s neck he pulled back to realize, America had unbuttoned his shirt, and now lay open, exposing his chest. The young nation seemed to have recovered once again, as he put a hand on England’s shoulder and slowly turned them over so England was on his back and America on top.
“Want me to stretch you?” America asked, kissing along England’s neck and pinching one of his nipples. England sighed, a small groan pulled out of his throat by the sensations.
“You’ve done enough work for now,” England said, “I’ll get it,” and picked up the bottle of lube once more. Popping it open and smearing his fingers, he spread his legs and relaxed.
The first finger that went in, and America’s hands roamed up and down his body.
The second slipped in a few minutes later, and America’s tongue licked down his chest.
By the time he was stretching himself with three, America was fully hard again and loudly sucking England’s cock. England moaned and his hips bucked lightly, but he managed to stay mostly still while still stretching himself and being sucked until his fingers came out and he said, “Lube yourself,” in a gasp, “Now."
America did. England’s legs were spread wide and inviting on either side of him. Sliding forward, America didn’t bother entering slowly- and England was pleased.
The boy knew him. He knew what he liked. And as he was thrust into with one hip-snapped motion, the pulsing warmth of America’s cock filled England to burst.
His body adjusted quickly, happy for the familiarity. He was sure America was reviling in it as well, after fucking three strangers.
Fuck being England’s brothers. They were strangers to America. And as nerve-wracking as it had been to sit back and think, but what if they do it better than me? America’s breath on his face and his hands on his hips reassured England that I like you better, anyway.
And England held onto America tightly, as though hugging while they fucked, and the three people watching from the sidelines seemed to meld away from his consciousness. Insignificant in comparison.
USUK Literal 7c/7
anonymous
August 17 2011, 16:21:11 UTC
The first thrusts were full and strong, filling England to his core. He threw his arms around America’s shoulders and moaned into his chest, kissing him when the opportunity came. As they went and England grew closer to his limit, he realized that fucking three people was starting to take its toll on America. His thrusts were getting sloppier and slower, his kisses missing more often.
“America, roll over,” England hissed. America gasped and thrust once more before wrapping his arms around England’s waist and rolling onto his back without once pulling out. Suddenly on top, England straightened his back, lifted himself up and began thrusting down on America’s dick. The young nation moaned and bucked his hips up to meet him.
America came, and England stroked himself vigorously to his finish before the nation went entirely limp.
He lifted himself off America and lay beside him, satisfied in America’s current state of exhaustion.
“Well?” he said.
America nodded slowly. “Fun… Let’s do it again…”
England laughed.
His brothers were still in the corner, chatting amongst themselves, and for a while they let America rest again. Once he and England recovered the strength in their legs, the older brothers helped the two back out to the kitchen of the house, where the clock indicated it was now past midnight.
Scotland made a quiet mention of having whiskey hidden ‘around ‘ere somewhere, damnit,’ and hardly stumbled as he went off to find it.
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Three empty bottles later, America thought he should probably be driving back to the hotel soon.
USUK Literal 7d/7
anonymous
August 17 2011, 16:23:25 UTC
At the third and final day of the World Meeting, America was limping so badly England said he looked liked he’d had a good few centimeters lobbed off one leg.
Cuba gawfed and called across the table: “Hey, America, who fucked you?”
Before either America or England could decide on a witty response, a voice from the hall that sounded distinctly Welsh called out, “The U.K, halfwit!”
England shot up out of his seat and screamed, “Did you bastards follow me here again?”
Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland leaned against the wall and each other as they laughed.
“We told you we wanted to see their faces!” Wales chirped as Northern Ireland helpfully pointed behind America and England’s backs.
The two turned to look at the reactions of the world.
Thank you all for reading this! You have no idea how much fun I’ve had writing this and getting your responses each week. So I just wanted to thank you all, especially the people who took the time to comment, put up with my ridiculous A/Ns or enjoyed my interpretations of the British Islse.
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH~!
…and now, I’m going to post bonus scenes that never got into the fic, if anyone would like to read them! 8DD
USUK Literal - Extras & Epilogue
anonymous
August 17 2011, 16:39:02 UTC
EPILOGUE this one was supposed to go after the last scene in the story, but I liked cutting it off where I did better. I hate throwing things away
That night, after a particularly fine batch of English tea and some 69, America pulled England close in bed and held him.
“Y’know,” he said, yawning. “I kind of like your brothers.”
“Only you would,” England huffed and gave him a kiss on the forehead. America smiled.
“Yeah well- if it’s alright with you, of course- I think I’d like to see them again.”
England was smiling two now. “I may be able to arrange it,” he said.
America kissed him. “Iggy, I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship.”
“…you just want North Ireland to give you candy again.”
“No. That’s just a perk.”
“That’s not the only perk, is it?”
“Nope. Scotland’s a perk too.”
“Lech.”
“Ass.”
“You told me I had a beautiful arse last week.”
“…all right. Fine. You win this round.”
Then, America kissed him again.
It was a beautiful night.
000
BONUS SCENE 1 An explanation I wanted to put in, but was again out of place
“You aren’t doing anything fancy with your kilt.” America said. “Why aren’t you doing anything fancy with your kilt?”
Scotland raised an eyebrow. “Why would I do something fancy with me kilt?”
“Because you’re wearing a kilt,” America said. “I mean, you wore it, so you were probably planning something, right?”
Scotland stared at him a moment. “Tell me,” he said finally, “Do ye wear different jackets sometimes?”
America nodded.
“I wear different trousers sometimes. And sometimes I wake up in the morning and feel like wearing a fucking kilt.”
“….so it wasn’t because we’re having sex?”
“No, laddie, it wasn’t because of the sex. You aren’t that special, no matter what Iggy told you when you were a babe. You weren’t his favorite anyway.”
“What!”
“Yeah, he ignored you because the sugar plantations were nicer and he wanted to focus on them ‘cause they brought in more money and enslaved the natives easier an’ everything while you were making friendly with ‘em. Don’t they teach this in your schools, I thought?”
America turned to the old country sitting in the chair on the other side of the room. “ENGLAND!” he said, “GO TO HELL!”
USUK Literal - Bonus
anonymous
August 17 2011, 16:41:11 UTC
THE FINAL BONUS SCENE I couldn’t find a way to tie this in effectively, but I liked it too much to cut it entirely. I like making Scotland say "Puritan"...
“Well, y’know, Florida is bigger then all the UK,” America said, chuckling. He quieted after noticing the stony looks the other nations were giving him. “What?”
Scotland reached down and lifted his kilt.
“Oh,” America said, “You guys do know I didn’t mean it literally, right?”
Wales unzipped his pants and pushed them down enough to show himself off.
“Now that’s just mean.”
North Ireland looked back and forth between the two and uncertainly began to unbutton his own trousers when America said, “Okay, okay, I get it, you’re all about my size, Jesus Christ!”
“You’re really lucky Ireland isn’t here,” Wales quipped, “He’s always wanted to be in a dick-waving competition.”
“You are too cute for something that rancid to come out of your mouth,” America said.
Re: USUK Literal - Bonus
anonymous
February 22 2013, 19:04:12 UTC
Wow, you're getting a lot of reviews about North and Northern Ireland. I loved the dialogue of all five of the nations. xD And amazing writing. ^-^ I hope you keep writing. And anons, one mistake doesn't mean you have to cut the A!Anon down. ._. I mean, I think there were three comments about it. I think the person got the point.
They probably could’ve waited for America to recover more before starting, but the mood had seemed right and his brothers were occupied with each other that America and England could almost say they were having a private moment.
After all the things that had happened that night, England very much wished for a few private moments. Though he wasn’t entirely the most upstanding gentleman all the time, he was still rather reclusive and liked his privacy. Especially in intimate matters such as this.
Debauchery was fun, no one, let alone anyone in his family, would every deny that.
America’s breathing began to even out as he lay relaxed on the bed, with England’s hands tracing the familiar lines of his chest. America’s large hands held his hips in a loose grip and his thumbs rubbed in pleasant circles on his thighs.
…And England supposes that lovemaking has quite a few merits of its own.
“Hand me the lube, love,” he whispered into the shell of America’s ear. The nation below him sighed and hummed gently, one hand leaving England’s thigh to hand him the bottle before returning to its place.
England took the bottle and set it by himself on the bed, where he could easily reach it later. Carefully, before they went further, he slid the glasses from America’s face once more. “Now really, you knew we were getting right back in bed, why’d you put them back on just now?”
America looked younger without his glasses. A whole century younger. Back in his youthful prime. “Habit,” he said, and grinned.
England snorted, “Silly,” and kissed him.
Americas arms wrapped around England’s waist in a strong hold, despite the boy’s tiredness. Two large hands jerkily un-tucked England’s shirt and pushed his pants down. His hands cupped England’s ass, and England groaned, low and soft.
It had been terrible, watching those hands move over his brothers’ bodies. It made him wonder if this whole thing was just another of Wales’ non-violent ‘let’s-get-back-at-England’ schemes. It was certainly more effective at bothering England than occasionally mixing up his paperwork.
He slid his teeth down America’s neck as his pants slid down to his knees. He glazed over where Scotland’s teeth had reddened the skin and he sucked and licked until they were England’s markings, instead.
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“Want me to stretch you?” America asked, kissing along England’s neck and pinching one of his nipples. England sighed, a small groan pulled out of his throat by the sensations.
“You’ve done enough work for now,” England said, “I’ll get it,” and picked up the bottle of lube once more. Popping it open and smearing his fingers, he spread his legs and relaxed.
The first finger that went in, and America’s hands roamed up and down his body.
The second slipped in a few minutes later, and America’s tongue licked down his chest.
By the time he was stretching himself with three, America was fully hard again and loudly sucking England’s cock. England moaned and his hips bucked lightly, but he managed to stay mostly still while still stretching himself and being sucked until his fingers came out and he said, “Lube yourself,” in a gasp, “Now."
America did. England’s legs were spread wide and inviting on either side of him. Sliding forward, America didn’t bother entering slowly- and England was pleased.
The boy knew him. He knew what he liked. And as he was thrust into with one hip-snapped motion, the pulsing warmth of America’s cock filled England to burst.
His body adjusted quickly, happy for the familiarity. He was sure America was reviling in it as well, after fucking three strangers.
Fuck being England’s brothers. They were strangers to America. And as nerve-wracking as it had been to sit back and think, but what if they do it better than me? America’s breath on his face and his hands on his hips reassured England that I like you better, anyway.
And England held onto America tightly, as though hugging while they fucked, and the three people watching from the sidelines seemed to meld away from his consciousness. Insignificant in comparison.
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“America, roll over,” England hissed. America gasped and thrust once more before wrapping his arms around England’s waist and rolling onto his back without once pulling out. Suddenly on top, England straightened his back, lifted himself up and began thrusting down on America’s dick. The young nation moaned and bucked his hips up to meet him.
America came, and England stroked himself vigorously to his finish before the nation went entirely limp.
He lifted himself off America and lay beside him, satisfied in America’s current state of exhaustion.
“Well?” he said.
America nodded slowly. “Fun… Let’s do it again…”
England laughed.
His brothers were still in the corner, chatting amongst themselves, and for a while they let America rest again. Once he and England recovered the strength in their legs, the older brothers helped the two back out to the kitchen of the house, where the clock indicated it was now past midnight.
Scotland made a quiet mention of having whiskey hidden ‘around ‘ere somewhere, damnit,’ and hardly stumbled as he went off to find it.
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Three empty bottles later, America thought he should probably be driving back to the hotel soon.
“Already?” Scotland said, eyebrows raising up, “We’re not done yet, ken?”
“We’re not?” America said. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Northern Ireland turn beet red.
“O’course not. Ye just fucked us. The night’s still young enough.”
Wales chimed in with his chirping voice, “Yeah. Now we get to return the favor and fuck you!-I call DP with Northern Ireland!”
America squawked. “What?!” His neck snapped around to stare at England, “You knew about this, didn’t you?”
England sighed dramatically before breaking out in a grin, “It might’ve been part of the appeal.”
(because as nice as lovemaking was, debauchery was very fun, too. Ask anyone in his family.)
“Go to Hell, England!”
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Cuba gawfed and called across the table: “Hey, America, who fucked you?”
Before either America or England could decide on a witty response, a voice from the hall that sounded distinctly Welsh called out, “The U.K, halfwit!”
England shot up out of his seat and screamed, “Did you bastards follow me here again?”
Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland leaned against the wall and each other as they laughed.
“We told you we wanted to see their faces!” Wales chirped as Northern Ireland helpfully pointed behind America and England’s backs.
The two turned to look at the reactions of the world.
And it was priceless.
000
Fin.
This fic is now de-anon’d at fanfiction.net!
HERE~ http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7293047/1/Well_when_you_say_it_like_that
Lame ending is lame.
Thank you all for reading this! You have no idea how much fun I’ve had writing this and getting your responses each week. So I just wanted to thank you all, especially the people who took the time to comment, put up with my ridiculous A/Ns or enjoyed my interpretations of the British Islse.
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH~!
…and now, I’m going to post bonus scenes that never got into the fic, if anyone would like to read them! 8DD
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this one was supposed to go after the last scene in the story, but I liked cutting it off where I did better. I hate throwing things away
That night, after a particularly fine batch of English tea and some 69, America pulled England close in bed and held him.
“Y’know,” he said, yawning. “I kind of like your brothers.”
“Only you would,” England huffed and gave him a kiss on the forehead. America smiled.
“Yeah well- if it’s alright with you, of course- I think I’d like to see them again.”
England was smiling two now. “I may be able to arrange it,” he said.
America kissed him. “Iggy, I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship.”
“…you just want North Ireland to give you candy again.”
“No. That’s just a perk.”
“That’s not the only perk, is it?”
“Nope. Scotland’s a perk too.”
“Lech.”
“Ass.”
“You told me I had a beautiful arse last week.”
“…all right. Fine. You win this round.”
Then, America kissed him again.
It was a beautiful night.
000
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this one was supposed to go after the last scene in the story, but I liked cutting it off where I did better. I hate throwing things away
That night, after a particularly fine batch of English tea and some 69, America pulled England close in bed and held him.
“Y’know,” he said, yawning. “I kind of like your brothers.”
“Only you would,” England huffed and gave him a kiss on the forehead. America smiled.
“Yeah well- if it’s alright with you, of course- I think I’d like to see them again.”
England was smiling two now. “I may be able to arrange it,” he said.
America kissed him. “Iggy, I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship.”
“…you just want North Ireland to give you candy again.”
“No. That’s just a perk.”
“That’s not the only perk, is it?”
“Nope. Scotland’s a perk too.”
“Lech.”
“Ass.”
“You told me I had a beautiful arse last week.”
“…all right. Fine. You win this round.”
Then, America kissed him again.
It was a beautiful night.
000
BONUS SCENE 1
An explanation I wanted to put in, but was again out of place
“You aren’t doing anything fancy with your kilt.” America said. “Why aren’t you doing anything fancy with your kilt?”
Scotland raised an eyebrow. “Why would I do something fancy with me kilt?”
“Because you’re wearing a kilt,” America said. “I mean, you wore it, so you were probably planning something, right?”
Scotland stared at him a moment. “Tell me,” he said finally, “Do ye wear different jackets sometimes?”
America nodded.
“I wear different trousers sometimes. And sometimes I wake up in the morning and feel like wearing a fucking kilt.”
“….so it wasn’t because we’re having sex?”
“No, laddie, it wasn’t because of the sex. You aren’t that special, no matter what Iggy told you when you were a babe. You weren’t his favorite anyway.”
“What!”
“Yeah, he ignored you because the sugar plantations were nicer and he wanted to focus on them ‘cause they brought in more money and enslaved the natives easier an’ everything while you were making friendly with ‘em. Don’t they teach this in your schools, I thought?”
America turned to the old country sitting in the chair on the other side of the room. “ENGLAND!” he said, “GO TO HELL!”
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I couldn’t find a way to tie this in effectively, but I liked it too much to cut it entirely. I like making Scotland say "Puritan"...
“Well, y’know, Florida is bigger then all the UK,” America said, chuckling. He quieted after noticing the stony looks the other nations were giving him. “What?”
Scotland reached down and lifted his kilt.
“Oh,” America said, “You guys do know I didn’t mean it literally, right?”
Wales unzipped his pants and pushed them down enough to show himself off.
“Now that’s just mean.”
North Ireland looked back and forth between the two and uncertainly began to unbutton his own trousers when America said, “Okay, okay, I get it, you’re all about my size, Jesus Christ!”
“You’re really lucky Ireland isn’t here,” Wales quipped, “He’s always wanted to be in a dick-waving competition.”
“You are too cute for something that rancid to come out of your mouth,” America said.
“Puritan.”
“Shut the fuck up, Scotland.”
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I loved the dialogue of all five of the nations. xD And amazing writing. ^-^ I hope you keep writing.
And anons, one mistake doesn't mean you have to cut the A!Anon down. ._. I mean, I think there were three comments about it. I think the person got the point.
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