Reverse Meltdown [17b/?]
anonymous
November 21 2010, 01:18:03 UTC
He looks up and smiles grimly, stabbing an invisible arrow in America’s heart. “I forgot to tell you I’m going home tomorrow. I just checked my ticket…”
His heart races because he knows England will leave sometime, but not this soon. He needs time. If only he hadn’t rejected him…
He grabs England’s wrist and kisses him passionately. England struggles free at first, but then relaxes against his touch. He parts an inch away. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “shall we continue?”
England hides his reddened face against his chest. “I-if… you truly like me,” America grins and buries his face in his hair. “Thank you, but I’m sorry I don’t like you, but love you. That’s okay, right?”
He hears a muffled “I love you too.” He reassures himself it’s all right as he carries England and lays him on the bed. He entwines their fingers and deeply kisses him. It might as well be one of the best things in life.
There shall be no interruptions this time.
I'm a liar and failure. What a nice combination. There will be one or two more parts, but I'll just
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Reverse Meltdown [18b/?]
anonymous
November 27 2010, 00:42:16 UTC
Fifth, his touches burn England’s skin even if they are cold. He kisses England, so England can forget the uncomfortable feeling and instead be replaced by a pleasurable one. America’s free hand explores all over his chest and moves down, brushing his thigh and avoiding the cock. He kicks America slightly for mocking him. It’s only then the kiss breaks and he notices there are three digits inside of him, brushing against a spot that makes him cry. “America
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Reverse Meltdown [19b/19]
anonymous
November 28 2010, 06:45:19 UTC
Finally, it’s time to take England to the airport and back home, even if he can’t bear to be apart from his newly found lover. In the car, England leans on his shoulder in the cutest way. He doesn’t say anything to not ruin the precious moment. Once at destination, he gives a simple farewell with no uncertainty
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His heart races because he knows England will leave sometime, but not this soon. He needs time. If only he hadn’t rejected him…
He grabs England’s wrist and kisses him passionately. England struggles free at first, but then relaxes against his touch. He parts an inch away. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “shall we continue?”
England hides his reddened face against his chest. “I-if… you truly like me,” America grins and buries his face in his hair. “Thank you, but I’m sorry I don’t like you, but love you. That’s okay, right?”
He hears a muffled “I love you too.” He reassures himself it’s all right as he carries England and lays him on the bed. He entwines their fingers and deeply kisses him. It might as well be one of the best things in life.
There shall be no interruptions this time.
I'm a liar and failure. What a nice combination. There will be one or two more parts, but I'll just ( ... )
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AAAAAAAAAAAND~ This is a good chappie, no worries. :3 *Waits for the next update~*
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NotOP!Anon thanks you for sharing this beautiful story with the rest of us anons, and thanks OP for such a nice prompt.
I'm gonna go curl up in bed with a huge smile on my face and re-read this now.
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