(A/N: I changed my mind! I'm leaving it as one big fic ;_; I'm sorry to those of you who are following and have had to endure the repeated notifications :'(

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I hope y'all like PruAus, though I'm totally panicky because I'm essentially using them to add a little spice to this... And because my America seems to have the attention span of a flea -.-")

We had made it to the meeting early for once. Usually, it would take ages for England to get me out of bed, dressed and out the hotel in time to get there in time for the start (not even heroes can sleep when there are the best ever harlem shake videos to be watched.) To be honest, as soon as I became independent, I've never really shown up on time. I was always fashionably late, teasing the others nations who I knew would wait for hours in anxious anticipation to hear my awesome plans.

Because of that, I wasn't really sure what we would do. England had sailed off to go and talk to the other nations, but apart from the creepy-ass staring from Russia, no-one seemed to want to talk to me, so I started to build a pyramid out of the styrofoam cups from the coffee machine.

After five minutes it was clearly obvious which nation was leading in cup architecture.

I was just about to finish the fourth last row when England cleared his throat behind me. I maaaaaay have been slightly moody due to him ignoring me and leaving me alone with my cool cup-pyramid, which meant I sort of just scowled at him and returned to my cups. He siddled around me like a stupid crab and looked at me through my pyramid.

"'Ow about a quick shag before the meeting starts?" He said in his annoying 'I-know-you're-pissed-and-you-find-my-casual-accen t-sexy-so-I'll-use-it-to-get-what-I-want' voice.

It was a hard decision for me to make. When it comes down to a choice between cup pyramids and sex, I seriously debated for a good five seconds before agreeing.

Okay, maybe I totally overreacted and shouted out "Really!?" like an excited kid at Disney World after the words sunk in, but come on you guys, sex :D
And that's how we found ourselves in the supply closet, Arthur's pants around his ankles, him bent over a table and me doing him from behind.
Now, I know what you're thinking: oh wow, America's have sex again, how is he going to screw it up this time, but trust me guys, I had this. When it comes to spontaneous sex, there was no-one better than me, and there was no way I would suddenly get bored and start looking at something other than the back of England's head...

Nope...

Not at all...

Okay, but still, the closet was awesome. It was filled to the brim with all my favourite kinds of stationary. You've probably figured out by now that the word 'focus' isn't exactly in the heroes guidebook, and there is so much cool stuff you can take to a meeting and they don't even question it. And this closet had everything, from scotch tape to post-it notes.

Post-it notes, you guys. Seriously, they are, like, the funnest things ever! :D There is literally nothing greater than -

OMG! SHARPIES! Ohmanohmanohmanohman. I freaking love sharpies. They are so cool! David Beckham says so!

And omg, they had FOUR colours of sharpies. FOUR! I have trouble finding the red and green ones, but they had orange! ORANGE!

This was seriously, like, the best supply closest ever. I should come early to these meetings more often.

"Can you fucking focus?"

Jeez, moody much? Looks like someone didn't appreciate the true value of the sharpie. If you don't know what they are, then you've totally been living under a rock or something. They are, like, Gods among pens. They can write on anything. I'm not even joking. Whaley needs a tattoo like that guy in One Piece? Done. Tony wants to prove his love by writing 'YANKEE' across my forehead when I'm asleep? Done. My vegetables need to express their emotions in more than just their outer form? Done.

Lol, I'm totally lying on that last one (like I have vegetables :P) but, I could if I wanted to, and that's what makes them so great. I've not tried it yet, but I swear I could write 'England is a facebutt' on the grass of my backyard if the urge ever took me (facebutt, not buttface, because having a butt like a face is just awkward... I mean, your mouth would... and you'd see everything! O.O).

"America!" Oops...

Come on though, I can't be the only one who gets a hard on for this kind of stuff.

My mini stationary appreciation spaz was put on hold as the door handle started to rattle. We both froze, staring in horror as the door opened to reveal Prussia and a very red Austria.

I could tell something was wrong with Austria the moment I saw him, and it wasn't just because of my keen hero senses.

"Looks like someone had the same idea." Prussia said, as he smirked slowly.

"Wait..." Austria said in this really panicky, weak voice, his eyes wide as he stared at us both. "You can't-" But he was cut off suddenly as Prussia jerked his shoulder, causing Austria to yelp slightly and redden.

"You managed to make it across the hall without anyone seeing you." He purred, completely ignoring us as he forced Austria inside the closet, the door swinging shut by itself. "How is this any different?" He asked softly, biting the shell of Austria's ear as his arm jerked again. Austria moaned, his hips curving towards what I now assumed to be Prussia's fingers.

"You love it, don't you, you little slut?" He hissed into Austria's ear.

It felt totally awkward. For one thing, no-one apart from me seemed to be bothered by the fact we were suddenly taking part in some weird-ass foursome, or that Austria was moaning so loudly I was sure that anyone walking by would hear him.

But most of all, it was the way Prussia was treating Austria. I thought being called a 'slut' was a bad thing, but it just seemed to make Austria moan harder and buck against Prussia's hand.

What surprised me even more, was England freaking tightened as well, muttering 'Fuck, that's hot." before pushing back against me. Not that I minded that much, but still :/

"Prussia...please...Play me harder." he panted heavily, his knuckles whitening around the edge of the shelf. Omg, you guys, this would have been so much funnier if I didn't have to keep concentrating on doing England. Like, Austria kept making these little squeaking noises every time Prussia moved his arm, and his mouth kept silently opening and closing like a goldfish, but the funniest thing? Every now and then he would randomly moan something that would cause England to chuckle and Prussia's eye to twitch.

"Oh, F sharp."

"You're hitting my G-string."

"Crescendo."

This went on for about five minutes, with Prussia eventually snapping and leaning forward, nipping the base the of Austria's neck and causing him to buckle. "Ah, ah fortississimo~"

"Having trouble there?" England snorted, causing Prussia to flush bright red. I thrust into him again and England shuddered slightly, his eyes fluttering closed and his head tilting back as he gave a moan I had never heard before. It was all deep and lusty and ridiculously sexy. I hardened up even further, all my focus on the other two lost as I watched in amazement as England started to moan louder, gripping the table and shaking it like I was doing him too hard.
His moans were incredible. It had been a while since I had been so turned from a quickie, but I'd never seen him react so-

Omg! D:

He was faking it! D':

I know I'm not that great, but he didn't need to start putting it on just to impress Prussia and Austria. I could that his eyes kept flicking back to Prussia, who's attention was torn between both Austria and us.

What an ass :(

This day was turning out shitly. This must have been this first time I'd actually been annoyed during sex. Not even that time when England told me I had to stop eating food in the bed because he hated the feeling of crumbs on his back :(

This was lame, but on the other hand, Austria looked like he was about to come. His mouth was moving faster and his body starting doing that weird shuddering thing I do when I'm about to blow.

Prussia just smirked and bit the shell of his ear, licking it softly before whispering (though it totally wasn't whispering because I saw him smirk at England and we could both hear him perfectly) "Come for me," in that husky tone I can never do.

Austria arched his chest forward, almost rubbing it against the table as he cried out "M-Mozart!"

Lol, wut?

Austria went bright red and Prussia gave an awkward chuckle as he pulled his fingers out of Austria with a gross slick. Austria sighed, his legs still probably weak as Prussia fished a handkerchief out of his pocket and started to wipe his fingers.

I'd kind of gotten distracted again, but considering how weirded out I was, you had to give me credit for remembering to keep moving even though I was super-angry with England (but not angry enough to stop smexing him up~)

I had to look back to England as I tried to set up a decent rhythm again – not that I needed to, I just wanted to make sure I was being perfect, so, by the time I had, Austria had someone how pulled up his pants and was now being held by Prussia - bridle style O.O

Wow, how sad. England's never needed to be carried by me after coming. Just proves how considerate I am.

It was really weird though. Prussia placed a soft kiss on Austria's forehead, whispering something into his ear and then staring into his eyes with a soft smile. I thought Prussia was forcing Austria to do that, seeing as he was being so mean to him, but it looked like they were even cosier than me with a subway after sex :/

"Have fun at the meeting, you two." England chuckled, edgining back on me and squeezing around to remind me to keep moving :I

Austria just pushed his glasses up his nose and refused to make eye contact with either of us.

"Well,"Prussia purred, his eyes never leaving England's. "That was fun. Though I must say, it's rather nice seeing you in that position again, England." He smirked before carrying Austria out the door.

"What's he talking about?" I asked, confused and feeling slightly useless after hearing Austria come so hard.

"Just shut up and move!"

England never tells me anything :I

(A/N: oh, wow, that was terrible writing. Sorry ;_; I'm really rusty at this...
I planned for the next story to be pretty funny, but if I'm writing's like this, I might not be able to pull it off...
A fun tale – I was writing part of this on the train down to Oxford, sitting next to a little old lady, and then, as soon as I wrote the 'pants around his ankles and doing him from behind' line, she shot out of her seat and moved to the other end of the carriage.
OTL
Anyway...
Also, thank you to those of you who suggested things for Austria to call out. I tried to use them all xD

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