**Terrible and boring title, I know. However! This will consist of multiple pairings and just love (or not) all around. If there is a certain pairing you want to see, a certain kink, a certain... WHATEVER go ahead and request it! I absolutely love all pairings of Hetalia and will write anything! If you want to request something, just go on ahead! Just as long as it's serious and not anything that's the product of you trolling. There's only so much I can create without becoming repetitive. So requests are extremely welcomed!**

Pairing: UkUs

Rating: M

Title: In Front of Everyone

"Alright, listen up!" America's voice boomed through the cramped and stuffy room, effectively quieting the voices that were mingling in the air; most of those voices had an irritated and angry edge to them.

Here they were- representatives of their beloved countries- forced to sit in a narrow room for third time of their weeklong meeting. Their normal meeting room was currently… flooded due to a certain Italian, so the G8 meeting was being held in a very narrow and small room… Not to mention it was in the middle of August in Italy and the temperature had been terribly hotter than usual for this time of year. Putting the eight members together in a small, hot room together could only spell disaster…

"Can we just call the meeting to an end?" France had shed his suit jacket and the first three buttons on his shirt were undone. His wrist was beginning to hurt from fanning himself, "We are all miserable, so let's just call it a day."

"Nein!" Germany had also taken his suit jacket off, but instead of unbuttoning his shirt he opted to rolling up his sleeves, "We will not get anything done if we end the meeting here. Nothing has been done in the first place!"

"Ve, Germany, I agree with Big Brother France."

All eyes turned to the Italian angrily as he had his head lying atop the table.

Canada spoke softly, voice quivering slightly as he struggled not to yell at the man, "Um… Not to be rude, but this is your fault, Italy."

"Dude, you're totally right, but I have to agree with Germany on this one; We haven't gotten anything done these past three days."

"I agree with America." Japan spoke up for the first time since the meeting started.

America loosened his tie as he sat back down in his chair, "Now, onto the topic-"

"You're actually taking responsibility for once, America?" England scoffed, "You haven't taken responsibility for anything in your entire life. What brought on this marvelous occasion?"

America simply glared at his former brother, parental figure, whatever it was England had once been in his life and opened the file in front of him, "Okay, we-"

"Italy! Sit back down!"

"My gorgeous body should not have to endure such ugly heat."

"I wonder what the Baltics are doing…"

And once again, the small room was filled with angry and irritated voices arguing with each other. Sighing, America gave up. The blond rolled his sleeves up and propped his chin in his hands, casually looking between the bickering men. It was quite comical how they all ended up arguing over this reason or that the moment they were placed in the same room together. The American's blue eyes finally landed on England, and he was almost shocked when he saw the man's eyes were locked on his. Naturally he didn't let his shock show, instead he blankly stared back at the older man.

England carefully nodded his head towards the door, and the moment he was sure no one would notice, he slipped out of his chair and out the door.

America waited until he was absolutely positive no one would see him leave, then he dashed to the door- something about a hero running to someone's rescue going through his head. Once the American was out in the hall ready to track down England, something- someone pushed him against the wall, and a pair of lips was pressed tightly to his own.

"Dude!" America brought his hands up and grabbed the sides of England's face, squishing in his cheeks, "What the hell?"

England tried to speak, but his words were horribly mushed together due to the American pressing his cheeks together. He smacked away the boy's hands and glared, "That hurt, sodding git."

"Well, it hurt me when you made that comment. So that's payback."

England huffed and switched their positions; now it was the shorter man with his back on the wall and the taller standing in front of him, "You created a certain problem for me, Alfred, and you better correct it."

A shiver of pleasure ran down the American's back and straight to his groin, "What would that be, Arthur?" His voice was much huskier than he had intended. A hardened member being ground into his thigh was his answer. His face turned red, "D-Dude! Why are you- I didn't even- W-What…?"

England looked up into America's eyes longingly, not bothering to hide his burning passion in those emerald depths, "It was pure torture seeing you take of your jacket, to see the droplets of sweat on your face, then when you loosened your tie- how did you manage to hide those hickeys, I wonder- I nearly lost it." The older man leaned up, bringing the American's head lower, before letting his smooth lips trace the shell of his ear before whispering, "I wanted you to take me right there on the table, in front of everyone."

America groaned and moved to kiss the teasing Englishman, however said Englishman simply chuckled and pushed the American's chest lightly, "I don't think so, Alfred. This is about my pleasure, not yours. You caused the problem, you fix it."

It was only a matter of seconds before the taller blonde was on his knees, pulling at the belt around England's waist, tearing open the button and zipper. A smirk played on his lips when he heard the man above him groan the moment his hand snaked the hard member out of the confines of the red boxers.

Blue eyes glanced up, the mischievous smirk still etched on his lips as he took England's cock deep in his mouth. A strong wave of smugness washed over him as he saw the gentleman bite down on his knuckles to keep from shouting. No need to alert the others- who were literally a wall space away from them- of what they were doing.

There was no playful teasing of the tongue, gentle kisses and daring nips from the American like usual. He was bobbing his head quickly, taking England deeply into his throat, moaning softly around the cock in his mouth. The rush he felt at the possibility of someone finding them and those beautiful whimpers England was trying to hold back only spurred the younger man on.

"Al… Oh, fuck, Al…" England was panting against his hand. The hand trying to grip the wall flashed down and buried itself in sandy blond hair. His grip tightened and he jerked his hips forwards as America's tongue did this oh so wonderful swirl over the head of his member. He threw his head back, wincing at the pain that coursed through his cranium at colliding with the wall. The pain didn't matter; he was so close, so fucking close.

"Ah, ah… Nnn, Al… I'm so… I'm going to…"

America winced and grunted when England's other hand gripped his hair tightly, both hands pulling on his hair to get him to suck faster. He gagged slightly at one particular rough thrust from England. Damn, he really is close... The younger blond noticed the older man's inner thighs were trembling; a clear sign he was holding back. America let the member slip from his lips, hand beginning to pump England to continue the stimulation, "Come on, Arthur. Don't hold back."

A strained cry left England's throat as America sucked just on the head, hand still pumping the length of him. Bloody tease… Bloody git… I ought to- ah, fuck! "Al!"

England's hips were uncontrollable as his orgasm swept through him, his seed spilling right into America's mouth, the American's name leaving the older man's lips in a drawn out cry.

America- not expecting England to come so soon- held his head still as his lover's frantic thrusts slowly turned into languid thrusts. Without anywhere to spit England's 'essence of life,' America unenthusiastically swallowed. As he stood, he took in the appearance of the man he loved; England was panting, face still flushed, arms loosely hanging at his sides.

"Ve~! Germany, they were doing what we do!"

A cold chill ran through America and England, both slowly turning their heads in the direction of the door… the open door… where six men stood looking at them…

America chuckled embarrassingly, "Well, you did say who you wanted me to do you on the table in front of everyone. So, this was close!"