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[Fanfic] England vs TV
Title: Englad vs TV
Author: Naoko_andre
Characters: America, England
Prompt: All's fair in love and war, and this is a bit of both. - Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language: First time writing a fic directly in English (normally i write in Spanish first and then i translate my own text). And, i suppose, there's a bit of sexual content, but nothing explicit.
Summary: England visits America, but America doesn't pay attetion to him... the TV seems more important. What will England do to regain his attetion? Will he lose to an inanimated object? (XD)
Seriously, when Alfred called him to invite him to his house the next day, he would have never guessed it would be like this.
I mean, watching TV with Alfred wasn’t boring for him, even if he always told others it was, but watching Alfred watch BASEBALL, of all things, when they could’ve been doing more productive things (I you understand what I mean), things that included a bed, and NC-17 things. But no, when he arrived, about two hours ago, Alfred was preparing things for watching the ALL DAY baseball tournament. He was still asking himself why he didn’t leave immediately at that time.
Looking that Alfred wasn’t going to pay attention to him like in… hours (if not tomorrow) his mind started wandering when had they started to become this close?. Two years ago he would’ve never guessed Alfred would share his feelings, and that they would end up being a formal couple for about half a year now. He sighed looking at his clock. When was that stupid tournament going to end? Bloody hell! He was sure he was going to turn to stone if he had to afford one hour more of that stupid sport. On the other hand, he could always go back to his place.
- “But that would be like loosing to that damned sport”- he thought
And then, again, he would die if Alfred stayed like that until the tournament ended.
Even if you stay you’re loosing to the TV, you know? I mean, he pays more attention to the TV than to you. I think he has never paid THAT lot of attention to you, either. - Said a little voice in the back of his head
He opened his eyes fully (didn’t notice he was starting to fall sleep), then frowned. No, it couldn’t be like that… Alfred always paid attention to him, it’s only this is important to him.
More important than you. Look at him! I think he is able of ignoring even a floating hamburger for looking at that damn sport.
No, that was an exaggeration. But still… he could give it a try, couldn’t him?
He took a hamburger from the lot Alfred had in the refrigerator and warmed it in the microwave. Then went back to the living and put it in front of Alfred.
Nothing happened.
He put it even near Alfred’s nose, but the answer was the same.
You see? I was correct. You’re loosing to the TV
That words sunk in Arthur’s mind. The frown in his face making deeper.
He looked at the TV with hate, and, in his mind, it seemed as the TV was laughing at him (Me: You know Arthur, when unloving things start laughing at you it means you’re going like… crazy. You should start thinking of looking a psychologist XD).
And THAT was the end of it, this was no more about him loosing his time or Alfred doesn’t paying him attention. No, this was something much deeper. THIS WAS WAR. (Me: This is Spartaaaa XD). It was him or the TV, and he was not going to loose to the bloody object.
That is my England.
First battle, Start!
First, he would start trying to call Alfred. But not in the normal way… no, this was a special way to call him.
He approached slowly to Alfred, and put his lips near his ear. Alfred didn’t even notice him.
He licked Alfred’s ear slowly, and Alfred shivered a little. But, leaving the shivers apart, he stayed still, watching the TV.
- Ne, Alfred, Don’t you think we could be doing more interesting thing than watching the TV?- he whispered with a soft and sensual voice. But Alfred didn’t seem to notice the tone of his voice, since he looked at him like he was crazy.
- More interesting than watching baseball? I don’t think that’s possible Arthur. Now be quiet please, it seems my favourite team is going to win- he said and went back to looking the TV.
Arthur started cursing under his breath and looked at the TV with deep, really deep, hate. The TV seemed to smirk at him.
(TV: 1 - Arthur: 0)
Second round, Start!
Well, if being subtle didn’t work, he would have to do it the old way.
He stood up and walked in front of America, then he sit in the others lap, straddling his hips.
Alfred only moved his face so he could continue watching the Baseball tournament. That only encouraged Arthur to go farther.
He rested his head in Alfred’s shoulder, his lips near the others neck.
Again, nothing happened.
He started licking, biting and kissing the other’s neck, doing it in a really sexy way, so that his partner couldn’t ignore him…
Or so he thought, because Alfred was STILL watching the TV. And he even screamed when his favourite team made a Home run.
(TV: 2 - Arthur: 0)
Last Round, Start!
He sat again in the couch, his head in his hands. The way things were going he would end up going home, defeated by an inanimate object. And, Blimey! The TV still seemed to be laughing of him.
Since it seems you would be lost without me, I will give you a hint. Do you remember That thing Japan gave you when you and Alfred announced you were officially a couple?
And it was like he had seen the light. He rushed to his bag, luckily he had brought that. (A voice in his mind told him he would need it, probably it was the same voice that was helping him now)
- I’m going to the bathroom- Alfred didn’t answer, but Arthur couldn’t care less. After THIS he would never ignore him again, jo jo jo, take that Bloody TV, as he heard in a movie: All's fair in love and war, and this is a bit of both.
(After a few minutes)
The game was reaching its end, but there were still other games he HAD to watch on the TV special.
- And now we’re going to some commercials, but we will get back soon.- said the guy in the TV. Alfred, finally, let his gaze go somewhere else apart from the TV, looking for his partner to ask him for something to drink.
- Eh? Where did he go? - He asked himself, but, at last, he assumed Arthur was probably in the bathroom. The commercials ended and there was the Game again.
He heard someone coming near, but he didn’t care to look, probably England had come back from wherever he was.
But then a tall figure blocked the TV. He moved to the side, trying to watch the game, but the figure moved with him, not letting him watch the, oh so precious, TV.
- Hey, Could you…? - But when he looked at whoever was standing in front of the TV, he started to gap. Almost drooling.
- And? What do you think about my outfit? -
England was standing there, in front of him, looking at him with the sexiest glare he had ever seen him and wearing the oh-my-god-sexiest-pirate-outfit he had ever seen. Arthur smirked, making him look even sexier to Alfred’s (And anyone’s) eyes.
- Y-yes…- oh my god, he was even drooling! Arthur got closer to the other man, kissing his lips in a fast kiss. But Alfred wanted more, so he held Arthur there with his hand and made the kiss deeper, hotter, his “friend” down there fully awakened by the way England looked with that outfit.
- Weren’t you watching the TV? - Asked England with a smirk when the kiss ended.
- Later I will ask Canada for the tape, there are more interesting thing to do now- And the kissed again.
The TV was on, but no one was watching it, and no one would for some time in that house.
(TV: 2 - Arthur: sex)
The end
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Any comments will be gladly accepted!! *w* And if there's something wrong in my English tell me!! That way you'll help me improve =)
27/04 ---> arranged. Thanks to sillyputtie and gngstermoney32 for their corrections!! You really help me improve!
Author: Naoko_andre
Characters: America, England
Prompt: All's fair in love and war, and this is a bit of both. - Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language: First time writing a fic directly in English (normally i write in Spanish first and then i translate my own text). And, i suppose, there's a bit of sexual content, but nothing explicit.
Summary: England visits America, but America doesn't pay attetion to him... the TV seems more important. What will England do to regain his attetion? Will he lose to an inanimated object? (XD)
Seriously, when Alfred called him to invite him to his house the next day, he would have never guessed it would be like this.
I mean, watching TV with Alfred wasn’t boring for him, even if he always told others it was, but watching Alfred watch BASEBALL, of all things, when they could’ve been doing more productive things (I you understand what I mean), things that included a bed, and NC-17 things. But no, when he arrived, about two hours ago, Alfred was preparing things for watching the ALL DAY baseball tournament. He was still asking himself why he didn’t leave immediately at that time.
Looking that Alfred wasn’t going to pay attention to him like in… hours (if not tomorrow) his mind started wandering when had they started to become this close?. Two years ago he would’ve never guessed Alfred would share his feelings, and that they would end up being a formal couple for about half a year now. He sighed looking at his clock. When was that stupid tournament going to end? Bloody hell! He was sure he was going to turn to stone if he had to afford one hour more of that stupid sport. On the other hand, he could always go back to his place.
- “But that would be like loosing to that damned sport”- he thought
And then, again, he would die if Alfred stayed like that until the tournament ended.
Even if you stay you’re loosing to the TV, you know? I mean, he pays more attention to the TV than to you. I think he has never paid THAT lot of attention to you, either. - Said a little voice in the back of his head
He opened his eyes fully (didn’t notice he was starting to fall sleep), then frowned. No, it couldn’t be like that… Alfred always paid attention to him, it’s only this is important to him.
More important than you. Look at him! I think he is able of ignoring even a floating hamburger for looking at that damn sport.
No, that was an exaggeration. But still… he could give it a try, couldn’t him?
He took a hamburger from the lot Alfred had in the refrigerator and warmed it in the microwave. Then went back to the living and put it in front of Alfred.
Nothing happened.
He put it even near Alfred’s nose, but the answer was the same.
You see? I was correct. You’re loosing to the TV
That words sunk in Arthur’s mind. The frown in his face making deeper.
He looked at the TV with hate, and, in his mind, it seemed as the TV was laughing at him (Me: You know Arthur, when unloving things start laughing at you it means you’re going like… crazy. You should start thinking of looking a psychologist XD).
And THAT was the end of it, this was no more about him loosing his time or Alfred doesn’t paying him attention. No, this was something much deeper. THIS WAS WAR. (Me: This is Spartaaaa XD). It was him or the TV, and he was not going to loose to the bloody object.
That is my England.
First battle, Start!
First, he would start trying to call Alfred. But not in the normal way… no, this was a special way to call him.
He approached slowly to Alfred, and put his lips near his ear. Alfred didn’t even notice him.
He licked Alfred’s ear slowly, and Alfred shivered a little. But, leaving the shivers apart, he stayed still, watching the TV.
- Ne, Alfred, Don’t you think we could be doing more interesting thing than watching the TV?- he whispered with a soft and sensual voice. But Alfred didn’t seem to notice the tone of his voice, since he looked at him like he was crazy.
- More interesting than watching baseball? I don’t think that’s possible Arthur. Now be quiet please, it seems my favourite team is going to win- he said and went back to looking the TV.
Arthur started cursing under his breath and looked at the TV with deep, really deep, hate. The TV seemed to smirk at him.
(TV: 1 - Arthur: 0)
Second round, Start!
Well, if being subtle didn’t work, he would have to do it the old way.
He stood up and walked in front of America, then he sit in the others lap, straddling his hips.
Alfred only moved his face so he could continue watching the Baseball tournament. That only encouraged Arthur to go farther.
He rested his head in Alfred’s shoulder, his lips near the others neck.
Again, nothing happened.
He started licking, biting and kissing the other’s neck, doing it in a really sexy way, so that his partner couldn’t ignore him…
Or so he thought, because Alfred was STILL watching the TV. And he even screamed when his favourite team made a Home run.
(TV: 2 - Arthur: 0)
Last Round, Start!
He sat again in the couch, his head in his hands. The way things were going he would end up going home, defeated by an inanimate object. And, Blimey! The TV still seemed to be laughing of him.
Since it seems you would be lost without me, I will give you a hint. Do you remember That thing Japan gave you when you and Alfred announced you were officially a couple?
And it was like he had seen the light. He rushed to his bag, luckily he had brought that. (A voice in his mind told him he would need it, probably it was the same voice that was helping him now)
- I’m going to the bathroom- Alfred didn’t answer, but Arthur couldn’t care less. After THIS he would never ignore him again, jo jo jo, take that Bloody TV, as he heard in a movie: All's fair in love and war, and this is a bit of both.
(After a few minutes)
The game was reaching its end, but there were still other games he HAD to watch on the TV special.
- And now we’re going to some commercials, but we will get back soon.- said the guy in the TV. Alfred, finally, let his gaze go somewhere else apart from the TV, looking for his partner to ask him for something to drink.
- Eh? Where did he go? - He asked himself, but, at last, he assumed Arthur was probably in the bathroom. The commercials ended and there was the Game again.
He heard someone coming near, but he didn’t care to look, probably England had come back from wherever he was.
But then a tall figure blocked the TV. He moved to the side, trying to watch the game, but the figure moved with him, not letting him watch the, oh so precious, TV.
- Hey, Could you…? - But when he looked at whoever was standing in front of the TV, he started to gap. Almost drooling.
- And? What do you think about my outfit? -
England was standing there, in front of him, looking at him with the sexiest glare he had ever seen him and wearing the oh-my-god-sexiest-pirate-outfit he had ever seen. Arthur smirked, making him look even sexier to Alfred’s (And anyone’s) eyes.
- Y-yes…- oh my god, he was even drooling! Arthur got closer to the other man, kissing his lips in a fast kiss. But Alfred wanted more, so he held Arthur there with his hand and made the kiss deeper, hotter, his “friend” down there fully awakened by the way England looked with that outfit.
- Weren’t you watching the TV? - Asked England with a smirk when the kiss ended.
- Later I will ask Canada for the tape, there are more interesting thing to do now- And the kissed again.
The TV was on, but no one was watching it, and no one would for some time in that house.
(TV: 2 - Arthur: sex)
The end
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Any comments will be gladly accepted!! *w* And if there's something wrong in my English tell me!! That way you'll help me improve =)
27/04 ---> arranged. Thanks to sillyputtie and gngstermoney32 for their corrections!! You really help me improve!