Tiffany is AWWWEEESOOOMMMEEE
Another fanfic for Tiffany! Because she requested it, she's awesome, she draws me pretty pictures, I owe her for a bajillion things, and it's like a late extra b-day gift for her. :D
I ACTUALLY WROTE REAL SMUT THIS TIME. :O No cop-outs, fo shizzle.
Title: Like a Gentleman
Author: shadowsirenv (me)
Rating: Adult
Pairings/Characters: England/Reader; Allied Powers
“This sucks!” you shouted while slamming the front door closed. “This sucks! This sucks! This sucks!” After letting off some steam, you let out a deep breath and leaned against the door, repeating the same thing over and over again as you slid down to the floor.
The supposed best birthday ever, was no more. Everything had been planned perfectly: you bought a nice new dress, did your make-up extravagantly, and hoped to get everyone together to celebrate. However, nothing went the way you wanted it to.
The first person you ran into that morning was America.
“America! Guess what today is?” you asked him excitedly. He blinked as he tinkered with some weird device.
“It’s Wednesday, isn’t it?” he answered. You shook your head.
“Other than that!” you continued.
“I can’t play your guessing game right now, Name, I have to finish this thing up.” And with that, he left while unscrewing a screw in the odd, little machine.
So you couldn’t get America to remember, but that was something you expected from him. As you walked down the hall with a frustrated face, you thought of different ways to go about getting everyone together for your birthday bash.
Maybe I can make up some quick little invitations or put up signs or-
“Eep!” you squeaked while colliding with something.
“Aiyah!”
As the expression suggested, it was China, who was carrying a basket of snacks that piled up taller than he was. Luckily, nothing fell out and no one was hurt.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you apologized.
“Oh, Name, is that you?” China asked while looking around the mound of goods. His face immediately lit up and he smiled widely. “I was just looking for…” Leaving you in suspense and with a very happy and hopeful face, he dropped the basket and ran farther past you and down the hall.
“Panda!” he chimed.
You didn’t quite catch what he said, but the person in the panda costume took off their panda head. All the colors in China’s face drained when Russia’s smiling face appeared in front of him.
You didn’t dare go near Russia when he was in the Panda costume, so you tip-toed as quickly as you could while China was still distracting him.
“Naaaammmmeeee, where are you going?” Russia whined. You stopped immediately and slowly turned around while trying to come up with an excuse.
“Um, er… the bathroom! Yeah! I really have to go,” you lied while nodding your head quickly. He thought for a moment then cocked his head to the side.
“Why go to the bathroom,” he started, his voice suddenly become much deeper and scarier, “when you can become one with me?”
At this, you turned and ran faster than you’ve ever ran before.
China and Russia weren’t going to remember either, you discovered. After catching your breath in a hallway very, very, very, very far from Russia, you continued on your journey while trying to find out the best way to round everyone up.
How about calling everyone’s rooms and leaving a message? No. Maybe I can get one of those airplanes to write out a message in the sky. No, that will take too long and no one’s gonna see it anyway.
Just as you were rejecting another idea, you happened to see France head your way down the hallway. You quickened your pace to go confront the older nation.
“Hey, France!” you greeted cheerily. His face seemed to brighten at the very sight of you.
“Name, there’s something different about you today. Is that a new dress?” he asked while rubbing his stubbly chin. You slapped your hands together and nodded accordingly.
“Yes! Yes it is!” you exclaimed, “I’m so glad you noticed!”
“Of course, I would notice. Beauty never goes unnoticed in my eyes,” he explained while placing a hand on your shoulder. You smiled widely as you held your hands to your blushing face.
“I should have come to you from the start,” you stated, “Everyone’s been so involved in other things, that they didn’t even notice…” Your words came to a slow close as you noticed France’s hand trailing down your back.
“W-what are you doing?” you asked.
“Need I explain? Let’s get started now, my room is down the hall,” he said.
Your hand stung as you ran in the opposite direction.
“WAIT!!! I GO SLOW FOR VIRGINS!!!” he shouted to you while holding the giant, red handprint on his face.
And that’s how the day went.
No, you would never tell anyone that this birthday was the best birthday. That would be a lie. It would be a big, fat lie.
“Know what? I don’t need any of those stupid Allies,” you told yourself. With a sigh, you stood up and stretched. “I’ll just change into something more comfortable and eat that birthday cake by myself. This bra is really annoying anyway.”
Exhaustedly, you dragged your feet up the stairs to go to your room.
“Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen England all day,” you realized, “he’s probably off somewhere chanting some freakish spell to summon ghost to haunt America.” You turned the knob on your bedroom door as you let out a small laugh. He seemed to do that quite a bit, recently. America must have really been getting on his nerves. Smiling stupidly, you spun around and closed the door behind you.
As you made your way to your dresser to pull out some comfy pajamas, you began to unzip the back of your dress.
“Hey, hey, we didn’t to the part that leads up to that,” a voice called from your bed. Letting out a gasp and spinning around quickly, you placed your hand on your heart as it beat faster. As if it was not beating fast enough, England had to be lying on your bed in a seductive manner in his infamous sexy waiter outfit.
“I’ve been waiting,” he explained while lowering his voice. You remained where you stood, with your hands still on the zipper and your face becoming significantly redder with every passing moment. When you didn’t react, England finally sat up and let out a sigh. “Alright, come on. Let’s get to it.”
He stood up and walked over to you, placing his hands on your waist and turning you around. Finally, you let your arms down and placed your hands upon his.
“Happy birthday,” he whispered, warm breath lingering upon your neck as he nibbled at your earlobe. Your whole body felt weak as he teased you, making your head feel light from all the blushing. Despite that, you managed to let out a “thank you” while shuttering. He chuckled under his breath and slowly brought his hands from your waist to the back of your dress.
“I’ll get that for you,” he said. Spoken like a true gentlemen. You pulled your arms through your straps and let the dress fall to the floor. As soon as that was done, England placed one hand on your bare back and the other behind your knees, as he lifted you up and carried you over your bed. Gently, he set you down before straddling you and sending his lips on a collision course with yours. Your hands made their way into his golden hair as you fought for dominance. You moaned when you found yourself losing so easily.
You gave up completely and just let him win. You felt his lips form into a smirk as his hands made his way to your back and began the mighty journey of unhooking your strapless bra.
Now, it was you who would be doing the smirking. Instead of the usual three hooks, this one had six, which meant you could relish the fact that you weren’t the only one with little-to-no sexual experience.
“Damn! What’s with this thing?” he asked angrily, but never once raising his voice. He focused more on getting bra off and being more aggressive with it than he did trying to prepare you for your “present.”
“Got it!” he exclaimed when he finally unhooked the last hook. Carelessly, he threw it off to the side, landing quite far from your dress. His face twisted slightly, and his expression was a mix of worry and anger. He leaned in closer, tracing his fingers down the two red marks located on each side of your body. “Look what it did to you. Che, I don’t like that.”
England probably thought he was being a concerned lover, but as he kept caressing the marks, it drove your senses wild and sent shivers down your spine.
“O-oh, England, that tickles” you stammered. Immediately, he smirked and continued tracing his fingers on the marks and eventually making his way down to your thighs. All the while, he placed gentle kisses down your neck and continued down until he reached the top of your left breast and nibbling gently on your nipple. Instantaneously, your back arched and you let out a moan in ecstasy.
Just when you thought the sensations couldn’t drive you any crazier-
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NAME!” a chorus of voice chimed as they barged into your room.
Everything stopped. Everyone went silent. And all faces went white.
Except for Russia’s. He just stood there smiling away.
Finally, you let out a shriek and England rushed to the side of the bed in attempt to hide your naked form from the other countries. Your body was for his eyes exclusively! You grabbed the pillow from off the bed and covered your exposed top.
“Hey! I thought you didn’t want to get laid! Liar!” France growled while he struggled with America, who was now holding him back.
“Yeah, and I though all of you forgot it was my birthday!” you snapped back, “And I didn’t want to have sex with you!”
“No we didn’t,” America gritted through his teeth while still struggling with France, “We were just pretending!”
“Yeah, how could we forget your birthday?” China asked, “It’s the most important day of the year…after mine that is!” England bopped him on the head accordingly.
“Idiots,” he huffed, “At least knock the door!”
Everyone looked at you for further instruction. While still holding the pillow up with one hand, you pointed out the door with the other.
“Out. All of you. Except England.”
They noticed your voice was deeper than usual and your tone was much sterner.
“But Name…” America whined, putting on a pout to try and convince you otherwise.
“England and I were in the middle of something and we’d like to finish it,” you stated. With a smile and a wink you continued, “When we’re done, we can all celebrate.”
China and America cheered while dragging a now crying France while he repeated, “why me?” over and over again, out the door.
“Hey, you too, Russia,” England instructed. The larger nation frowned.
“I can’t stay?” he asked. You sighed and shook your head.
“No, Russia, you can’t stay,” you answered.
“Oh well.”
Russia placed the panda head back on and walked out of your room, closing the door behind him. When both you and England were sure no one was there, you let out sighs of relief. England ran a hand through his blond hair while shaking his head.
He complained, “They’re so bothersome. You can’t get any privacy with them.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and you scooted over to him. Gently, you placed one hand on top of his and softly brushed your lips against his cheek.
“Thank you for my present,” you said quietly. He frowned accordingly.
“What are you talking about? I haven’t even taken your panties off,” he explained. You giggled and pulled him into a more passionate kiss, before falling back onto the bed and starting all over again.
This birthday may have not been the best birthday, but it was certainly not uneventful…
“England!” you screamed when you finally “received your present.”
…Scratch that. This definitely was the best birthday.
Ever.