Hey peoples! Just one thing to say, the man later is not russia! I REFUSE to suppost Rus/Eng and I would kill myself before I read that or wrote it. Anyways the last chapter for this I posted, if you read it, failed and I edited this one since things were magically changed in the other when I posted it. So bye!
England yawned as he curled up on the bed. It was oddly warm and cozy...
"Wa! What are you doing here America?" He shouted, jumping and hitting his head on the wall. He fell to the ground, clutching his head and fuming with anger.
"Huh? What... Oh hey England." He muttered, curling under the blankets.
"Why ARE you in my bed?" England demanded, hitting America's head to wake him.
"Uh... the couch was cold, so I slept with you..." He said before starting to snore lightly. England sighed in defeat and looked around. They were in a hotel in Hungary to visit, well, Hungary. He didn't want to stay anywhere else or go to the closet 3 stories below...
He crawled into the bed, cursing in defeat. He settled in the side of the bed, shivering at how cold it was.
"Don't just lay there..." Before England could protest he was pulled to America's torso and huddled there. He tried to wiggle free but America had already fallen asleep and he wouldn't budge. England just huddled in a ball and tried to enter another dreamless night.
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"Iggy!" America called from across the store, holding up a gleaming object.
"What the bloody hell do you want?" England countered and stared at the small thing.
"What is it?" America shrugged, earning a smack over the head.
"That's a toy." One woman winked towards them and England was staring confused. It was red and had an open tube at the end. On the opposite end was a pump like for blood pressure measures.
"Put that down wanker! We're leaving!" He pulled the American along, terror in his eyes. Did she think they were a couple?
"Stop it git! We need to go!" He threw him into an elevator, trembling. The thought of them doing something or even kissing freaked him out. This odd man he raised. The cocky bastard.
"What was it?" England glared at him, confusing America.
"You can tell me." He glanced at him.
"I just want to forget the thought." England complained and stepped out onto the bottom floor. They charged out the door, England determined to just get to the hotel room. England bounded through familiar Alley ways, not particularly knowing where they were going.
"Hey Iggy?" England glanced back.
"What?"
"Can we go to a party?" America pointed to a rental car place.
"Sure. You wanna go to a bloody party we can go to a party!" He threw his hands up and was lead eagerly by America to the renta-cars, trying to forget the sex toy.
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"Woot! Iggy taking me to a PARTEH!" America cheered and earned more curses from England.
"And hes payin' for my drinks!"
"I never said that!" England replied, not paying attention to their low gas tank.
"Awww your so nice!" America pouted.
"You don't need a drink! What's that sound?" He heard a sputtering and the car slowly came to a stop. They were in the middle of the woods, and a howling of a wolf was filling their ears.
"Iggy? W-w-why'd you stop?" America asked. England glared.
"I didn't!"
"So we're in the woods? Alone?" America cradled into a ball.
"No we aren't! Well... kind of. We're fine!" America nodded, calming down. Out of nowhere an owl hooted.
"Oh my god! Did you hear that? Ghosts! That's so freakin' scary! Oh my god! Oh my god! Help me! Crap! We're gonna die! We're gonna die!" He screamed, banging on the windows. England settled him into his seat.
"We can just go ask someone to use their phone! Calm down!" England yelled before opening his door.
"But Iggy! the gh-"
"DON'T...even... say it." England warned. America nodded, resigned, as England pulled him from the car. He clung tightly to him, not wanting to risk the ghosts getting to him, knowing England and his cold heart would ward them off.
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"Iggy! A house!" America pointed frantically at a small cottage up the street. England kicked up his pace, wanting to get inside and out of the cold. They knocked briskly at the door.
"Yes?" a gruff voice called from the inside.
The door swung open to reveal a man. Slender but muscly, with slicked back silver hair. It was silver, not gray, and a shiny silver at that. His eyes were like tiny snakes, seeming to slither around his sockets in a chorus of greediness. He had on a black suit, a casual one. He smiled at England, studying them and making England's head ring in suspicion at how intimidating his stare was. England straightened up, realizing he was slightly cowering, getting back his gentlemanly posture. What could this man do? He was England, for cryin' out loud.
"May I help you with something?" He asked softly.
"We got stuck down the road. Can we use your phone?" America asked, beaming like the "hero" he is.
"Of course!" The man said cheerfully, never taking his eyes off of England
"Come in!" He beckoned inside his elegant home as they stepped in, trembling from the cold.
"Sit down dear sir." The man said to England before turning to America.
"The phone is in the kitchen. Right through there." America exited the room as England shifted his weight on the couch, uneasy.
"Thank you for helping us." England coughed, uncomfortable. You could cut through the tension with a knife! He could hear America in the kitchen, talking to the tow truck.
The man sat next to him, his hand lacing in the cover.
"You look freezing. Do you want a coat?" He winked and England shook his head. He swore in the silence that followed he could hear his own heart beat.
"Are you sure? You look really... really... cold. Follow me." Before England could object, he was whisked off into a bedroom. The man pushed him on the bed, opening a closet door.
"This one looks nice, don'tcha think?" the man said, sizing a coat for England.
"No." He said flatly, waiting for America to hurry up. What was taking so long?
"Wait! This is the one for you!" He pulled England forward, his face just inches from the man's, and the hot breath tickled his face. He threw the jacket on the ground, his hands wrapping around England's waist. England struggled, trying to push the man away. Curse his small body...
"Let go!" He demanded, failing at being polite.
The man didn't respond, only chuckled darkly in response. England could feel himself being pushed backwards. He cursed in response, before falling backwards onto the bed. He stared, wide eyed, at the hovering man. The man bent over, grabbing the buttons on England shirt's and ripping it open, letting the broken fabric fall to the bed. England began to object before angry lips were pressed against his and he pushed to get the man off of him.
In response, the man just laughed and let his lips slip to the exposed skin of England's neck. England went to shout before he was silenced. The man took a quick nip at the vein, soliciting a moan from the blond man.
"You don't want your friend to come up here and discover you, do you?" England stopped, considering this. America wouldn't let him hear the end of it. He would have to fix this on his own.
"Leave me alone. I don't want this..." That came out more as a groan than a command and the man pressed lower, letting his breath tickle a nipple before taking it into this mouth. England pulled at his hair, hoping he would stop, but couldn't stop the shallow breaths he was taking in.
"Now how about we go a little farther." As England began to fight, his pants were swiftly removed and a warm hand stuck into his boxers. He took in a sharp breath and began to squirm. Kicking his legs and cursing. The man just let his legs be trapped under his knees as he proceeded, smiling at the defeated man.
"Stop it you bloody, rat faced, fucker!" England shouted, letting the man hear all the colors of cursing his country had to offer.
The man just laughed, kissing England's hip and his tongue licking along his stomach. A creak was heard and soon he door opened.
The gasp was all England could register before he felt the man being thrown onto the covers, a panting America standing above them. England's eyes were wide as saucers, and he flipped over, looking on the ground for his discarded clothing, ashamed. The man's eyes burned into his back and he could feel the anger coiling inside America.
"Why the hell would you do that?" America stomped forward, reaching dangerously close to the man's throat.
"America! Don't!" England called, catching his attention. England sat in his black boxers, blushing and looking worried. He looked so cute sometimes...
"You need to get out unless you want me to report you to the police." The man smiled, and held his hand towards the window. England, scowling, stood, then remembered he had no clothing. He dove to the ground, pulling his pants on, but realizing he had no shirt to wear. He stood, refusing to look in the way of America, expecting another round of teases. America just glanced from him to the smirking man, before latching on to England's wrist and pulling him out of that sin house.
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"Hey England. What was that man doing to you?" America asked softly. They were walking in silence. England still had no shirt and was shivering uncontrollably.
England had no reply.
"Are you cold?" America asked the obvious. Still silence. America quickly removed his own jacket and draped it over England's shoulders. England was unresponsive, but grateful for the extra heat.
"Iggy, please answer me." England just shook his head, staring at his feet. The scene ran through his mind, making him relive it over and over. He was sure America would think he was disgusting by now, a perverted mess, but he seemed only worried. The man only thought about others... but he had a giant ego and a bigger head full of hot air.
"I'm fine." He croaked. America lit up at his voice and bounded along happily. England rolled his eyes at how oblivious the man was, but happy he was stuck with him of anyone. At least it wasn't that frog...
"Artie! Another house!" America sang, pointing to a group of small trees. An elegant, 4 storied house was set on a small hill, fog blanketing the bottom and the moonlight making it look more eery then ever.
"I don't trust anyone here, now!" England shuddered., thinking back to his encounter.
"Awwww, Iggy! It's only one person! Aren't you always saying 'Don't judge a book by it's cover?'"
"That doesn't apply here... stop trying to make stupid points."
"I'm cold... And being a Hero, I have to make sure we don't get sick!"
"Fine!" He shouted, stomping towards the house.
Knock. Knock-Knock. Knockknockknockknockknock!
"Stop knocking so much, you git!" England shouted before the door swung open.
"Hello." The woman smiled.
"Hungary?" England asked, surprised.
"Hey England! Hey America! So you finally became a couple!" She cheered, making England fall back.
"No! Why do all you nuts think that!" He shouted, blushing and staring at his shuffling feet
"Please come in!" She waved inside as America hopped in excitedly.
"Wow! Nice place!" America shouted, pumping his fists. England glanced around nervously, not liking how secluded the house was.
"Want me to go call a cab or something? What happened?" she asked quickly. They would work for the plan. France was already downstairs, and he wasn't going anywhere.
"We just need a tow truck. No big deal." America waved it off, running around to glance at the millions of knick knacks littering the place. He picked up a manga, curiously flipping through it, before Elizavetta grabbed it from him, glaring. She smoothed out the cover, putting it in a box titled, 'Junjou Romantica Volumes.'
"Sure. How about I go call? Make yourselves at home." She sang and flittered off into the kitchen. She pretended to dial a number before calling things out loud and opening a drawer. Elizavetta plucked out an item, cutting into the silver backing.
"In an hour? Thank you. Have a nice day." Quietly, she slipped sedatives into two glasses of water.
So howd you like it? Was it good? Amazing? Super amazing? Super ultra amazing that deserves praise and an award but soon will make the world go insane and I randomly added nigahiga in this sentence? I hope its the last one (even if I suck at writing XD) new chapter hopefully coming soon! Read on Imbeciles! Please review.