…I honestly have no idea what I’m doing with this, so, uh, just hang on for the ride and I hope you enjoy? :D also fail title is fail ___
She’s usually the first to wake up in the morning, so it’s no surprise that the first thing she sees when her eyes flutter open is America, fast asleep, snoring a little and drooling on his pillow.
England wrinkles her nose a little in disgust. There’s nothing cute about that. Nothing at all. There’s nothing cute about the way his hair frizzes every which way, or in his cheeks when he sleeps without his glasses, or -
America sighs and rolls over - and right on top of her. England blushes and is grateful that he wore his wifebeater and boxers to bed and she her bra and panties. It’s all that’s separating her from warm
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anonymous
June 6 2009, 04:51:34 UTC
She sighs and thinks of how nice lounging here in America’s house sounded. Sounded being the key word.
Maybe she’ll just lounge here a little longer in the shower. ___
She frowns when she steps out of the shower in her blue robe, toweling off her hair.
Is that… hamburger?
“He wouldn’t,” she mutters, throwing the towel on the ground and storming over to the door. “He would not.”
She makes her way down the steps, walks through the dining room and into the kitchen to find -
America flicks his spatula and sends something into the air; it lands with perfect aim on the skillet.
“Shower’s open?” America asks, smiling up at England. “Sorry, but I’m still making breakfast. And you probably used all the hot water, too, so….”
England’s not listening. She’s too busy gawking at -
Oh dear Lord, what possessed him to -
Why can’t he cook breakfast like a normal person“America,” she says, and marvels at how even and patient she sounds. “Why are you cooking hamburgers for breakfast
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anonymous
June 6 2009, 05:28:35 UTC
Oh, anon. I love you. I`ve been WANTING this prompt for so long, I`ve been wanting to see it filled, and then you do and post stuff of such deliciousness.... I love the way you set it up, America and England together but not sleeping together (at least the way the other nations think, as Al put it). It`s making for a really interesting read. And the slice of life-ness of it, America making her burgers.
I also found the part where Al is staring at her licking burger juice off her thumb with cloudy eyes incredibly hot, so much so it surprised me. Oh please update soon.
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anonymous
June 6 2009, 16:31:03 UTC
“I -”
“Listen -”
They stop speaking at the same time, blushing and looking away. “Y…you first,” America says, clearing his throat.
“Th-that’s quite all right, you can….”
“It wouldn’t be chivalrous to speak before a lady.”
“Since when have you ever been chivalrous?”
“I….” He stops, blinks, then laughs. “I…guess you got me there.” He rubs the back of his neck. (Because he’s such an idiot, it’s not endearing.) “Listen, England, I’m sorry for that joke. I wasn’t thinking.”
She bites her lip and looks back up at the sky. That blue is so much less intense.
“But I want you to know that I was serious. I’m not going to force you into anything you don’t want to do, all right? I mean, I remember what it was like to be a virgin, too.”
England blinks, processes this, and slides her gaze back over to America.
“What?” he asks.
“…Are you implying that I’m a virgin?”
“You…are, right?”
England takes off her glasses and rubs her forehead before the migraine starts
( ... )
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anonymous
June 6 2009, 17:32:31 UTC
America’s smile dims a little (but not completely, because he is America and always shines so bright). “If you really don’t want to, I won’t,” he murmurs, tracing a fingertip down her spine. “But if you give me a chance, I bet I could show you how it could be.”
Always so cocky -
“All right,” she says. Just to prove him wrong.
He pulls back and holds out his hand. “All right, then,” he murmurs. “Let’s go.”
“Such a gentleman,” she mutters, slipping her own hand into his and standing. They leave their half-empty pitcher of lemonade on the table, their focus zeroing in on each other as they slide the glass door shut.
Then America gathers her into his arms and kisses her. And this is something England feels comfortable with; letting his tongue twine with hers, letting his hands cup the small of her back. She sighs and returns the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in the cloth of his t-shirt
( ... )
Re: Just That Good [5]
anonymous
June 7 2009, 04:46:27 UTC
Part of her almost slaps him, gathers the robe around her body and stomps off. The part that is touched by his gentle eyes and soft voice defeats it.
“…Only if you take your clothes off.” She thinks, but then amends herself. “Your shirt, at least.”
America blinks at her, looks genuinely surprised for a moment. Then the whites of his teeth break through even the dusky darkness of the room.
“You got a deal,” he murmurs, leaning back and pulling his t-shirt up and over his head. England watches, shy, licks her lips with the tip of her tongue as she watches the muscles of America’s stomach tense and shift. Appalacian Mountains, indeed, she thinks, and watches him flick his t-shirt away with his hand
( ... )
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anonymous
June 7 2009, 05:10:45 UTC
*worships* I love this fill. It's sexy, and it's sexy in a NEW way - realistic, England's worries and little quirks and glancing America's reactions out of her eyes, with her bias, and the little things, like asking him to take off his shirt first Mmmm shirtless America and how awkward she feels masturbating in front of him (and imagining how wild America feels, in contrast to her emotions) ... oh anon, please update soon.
Recaptcha agrees: Leo buildups. It is quite a build-up~
Re: Just That Good [6]
anonymous
June 7 2009, 14:56:13 UTC
“That,” he murmurs to the corner of her mouth, “was fucking hot. …For a start, at any rate.”
England sputters and flushes in anger. “You sodding wanker, you promised me that you wouldn’t -”
“I’m not laughing,” America says, and lifts his head to look into her eyes. Her anger simmers, stubborn, for a few moments more. It snuffs out at the look in his eyes, that softness that tells her he’s being sincere. “I’m really not. I’m flattered that you’d trust me enough to show me what you like.”
They kiss again, chaste, brush of lips and mingling of breaths.
“Do you want me to show you what I learned to do?”
England blinks and wonders when his gentle smile turned back into his trademark grin - cocky, self-assured, and a little smug. “What?” she asks.
“Y’know. Are you open for some advice?” I bet I can make you come again, his eyes and body seem to say. Bet I can show you what you’ve been missing out onEngland meets that gaze head-on. “Fine. Try, if that’s what you want.” She huffs and looks away. “Not - not that it’ll be
( ... )
…I honestly have no idea what I’m doing with this, so, uh, just hang on for the ride and I hope you enjoy? :D also fail title is fail
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She’s usually the first to wake up in the morning, so it’s no surprise that the first thing she sees when her eyes flutter open is America, fast asleep, snoring a little and drooling on his pillow.
England wrinkles her nose a little in disgust. There’s nothing cute about that. Nothing at all. There’s nothing cute about the way his hair frizzes every which way, or in his cheeks when he sleeps without his glasses, or -
America sighs and rolls over - and right on top of her. England blushes and is grateful that he wore his wifebeater and boxers to bed and she her bra and panties. It’s all that’s separating her from warm ( ... )
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Maybe she’ll just lounge here a little longer in the shower.
___
She frowns when she steps out of the shower in her blue robe, toweling off her hair.
Is that… hamburger?
“He wouldn’t,” she mutters, throwing the towel on the ground and storming over to the door. “He would not.”
She makes her way down the steps, walks through the dining room and into the kitchen to find -
America flicks his spatula and sends something into the air; it lands with perfect aim on the skillet.
“Shower’s open?” America asks, smiling up at England. “Sorry, but I’m still making breakfast. And you probably used all the hot water, too, so….”
England’s not listening. She’s too busy gawking at -
Oh dear Lord, what possessed him to -
Why can’t he cook breakfast like a normal person“America,” she says, and marvels at how even and patient she sounds. “Why are you cooking hamburgers for breakfast ( ... )
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I also found the part where Al is staring at her licking burger juice off her thumb with cloudy eyes incredibly hot, so much so it surprised me. Oh please update soon.
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“Listen -”
They stop speaking at the same time, blushing and looking away. “Y…you first,” America says, clearing his throat.
“Th-that’s quite all right, you can….”
“It wouldn’t be chivalrous to speak before a lady.”
“Since when have you ever been chivalrous?”
“I….” He stops, blinks, then laughs. “I…guess you got me there.” He rubs the back of his neck. (Because he’s such an idiot, it’s not endearing.) “Listen, England, I’m sorry for that joke. I wasn’t thinking.”
She bites her lip and looks back up at the sky. That blue is so much less intense.
“But I want you to know that I was serious. I’m not going to force you into anything you don’t want to do, all right? I mean, I remember what it was like to be a virgin, too.”
England blinks, processes this, and slides her gaze back over to America.
“What?” he asks.
“…Are you implying that I’m a virgin?”
“You…are, right?”
England takes off her glasses and rubs her forehead before the migraine starts ( ... )
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Always so cocky -
“All right,” she says. Just to prove him wrong.
He pulls back and holds out his hand. “All right, then,” he murmurs. “Let’s go.”
“Such a gentleman,” she mutters, slipping her own hand into his and standing. They leave their half-empty pitcher of lemonade on the table, their focus zeroing in on each other as they slide the glass door shut.
Then America gathers her into his arms and kisses her. And this is something England feels comfortable with; letting his tongue twine with hers, letting his hands cup the small of her back. She sighs and returns the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in the cloth of his t-shirt ( ... )
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And yes, I can so totally see him standing there and admiring the image England makes in his bed. Oh author-anon, please update~
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Keep it up!!! *tries not to drool*
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Mmm. I love the route your going with this. HELL YES FAPPING.
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“…Only if you take your clothes off.” She thinks, but then amends herself. “Your shirt, at least.”
America blinks at her, looks genuinely surprised for a moment. Then the whites of his teeth break through even the dusky darkness of the room.
“You got a deal,” he murmurs, leaning back and pulling his t-shirt up and over his head. England watches, shy, licks her lips with the tip of her tongue as she watches the muscles of America’s stomach tense and shift. Appalacian Mountains, indeed, she thinks, and watches him flick his t-shirt away with his hand ( ... )
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Recaptcha agrees: Leo buildups. It is quite a build-up~
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Because that's what makes this so sexy, the realism. ♥
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England sputters and flushes in anger. “You sodding wanker, you promised me that you wouldn’t -”
“I’m not laughing,” America says, and lifts his head to look into her eyes. Her anger simmers, stubborn, for a few moments more. It snuffs out at the look in his eyes, that softness that tells her he’s being sincere. “I’m really not. I’m flattered that you’d trust me enough to show me what you like.”
They kiss again, chaste, brush of lips and mingling of breaths.
“Do you want me to show you what I learned to do?”
England blinks and wonders when his gentle smile turned back into his trademark grin - cocky, self-assured, and a little smug. “What?” she asks.
“Y’know. Are you open for some advice?” I bet I can make you come again, his eyes and body seem to say. Bet I can show you what you’ve been missing out onEngland meets that gaze head-on. “Fine. Try, if that’s what you want.” She huffs and looks away. “Not - not that it’ll be ( ... )
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