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Post by England on Sept 7, 2012 22:27:18 GMT -5
When England discovered he'd slept in upon his awakening, his first reaction was to panic. What had he missed? What if he was needed? He hadn't done his chores in the morning! He had to write a report of the expedition he'd returned from late last night!
His body wouldn't cooperate though, as if protesting his desire for getting up, sliding down, and running a lap around the warehouse to make sure he hadn't missed much. So he just stood there, lying in bed, covers pulled up to his chin, motionless, and eyelids still heavy from the evaporating tendrils of sleep. God, he hadn't gotten a good night's sleep like that in forever.
One look around him proved that he was well in the afternoon, or at least around noontime. There was absolutely nobody left in the rest area, everyone probably down for lunch or outside for some training or scouting. He wondered if he should move and join them... and then decided against it. It was a glorious morning, and England felt like nothing could make it even better.
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Post by America on Sept 7, 2012 22:44:44 GMT -5
It was weird for America to actually have a morning without England running to and fro and telling everyone what to do. It was weird for America not to hear his ordering, British voice echoing throughout the warehouse as he ordered them about and got started on yet another day of guard-duty and being completely bored. Weird and a bit unnerving. America watched as everyone went on with their day, doing whatever it was they were supposed to be doing, and wondering how on earth it wasn't chaotic yet.
He figured that, if England was still missing around evening, it would certainly be chaotic.
Setting down his third cup of coffee that day, America exited the kitchen, mentally cheering the fact that he had nothing lined up for today. He could now use this time to do a sort of search-and-rescue type thing, and then England would probably swoon and they'd skip off into the sunset.
First things first, though- winter gear. He had to dress accordingly. So up to the bunks he went, whistling a little tune and trying to push away the nagging voice in his mind that maybe England was hurt, that maybe he was lost, that maybe-
Maybe he was still in bed sleeping. America blinked at the sight, wondering if everything was okay. England didn't normally sleep in this late. Edging closer to the bottom bunk, he raised his eyebrows, reaching out a hand to feel the smaller nation's forehead. Maybe he was sick? "Hey, you alright?" he asked, keeping his hand where it lay. England wasn't running a temperature, that was for sure, but there had to be a reason as to why he wasn't up yet. |
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Post by England on Sept 7, 2012 22:56:58 GMT -5
England saw America coming from afar, but didn't do much else than shift to welcome him face-to-face. He still hadn't woken up completely yet, so it took him some time to register that America had stopped next to him and was speaking to him.
"Not sick, just slept in." he grumbled, clearing his throat and softly swatting America's hand away. "I got back very late last night, so I guess I just... made up for all the hours I'd lost." he winced. "My apologies, that was somewhat irresponsible of me. Have the morning chores been done? What time is it? Does everybody have something to do for today? Has breakfast been made already? Is everybody present, or did Nations leave early in the morning? God, I really need to sort my things out... Back to work, then." he pushed himself up in a sitting position and stretched. He really needed to get more sleep. His body liked it very much when he slept regular hours.
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Post by America on Sept 8, 2012 8:48:52 GMT -5
America frowned at England's sudden onslaught of questions and worries. He brought his hand down to England's shoulder, forcefully pushing him back in bed. "Hey, chill out, England," he said, raising his eyebrows at the complete workaholic stereotypes that so perfectly fit this situation. "They've all been doing their work and chores and all that stuff you tell them to do. Some of 'em are on guard duty right now, some of 'em are patrolling, and all the rest are tidying up or training or just hanging about. You know, what they usually would have done if you were awake."
He sat down on the edge of the bed, grinning at England. "You worry too much. Just go with the flow, alright?" Noticing how much better the island nation looked after a good night's rest, America added, "Besides, I think all that sleep was good for you. You're not getting enough of it, are you?" |
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Post by England on Sept 8, 2012 14:41:12 GMT -5
"Sleeping won't do much the day I get a report in late..." England protested half-heartedly, letting America guide him back into the blanket and pillow. "At least nobody's skipping out on their duties. Or according to you, they're not. I guess I should trust you all to do so. I mean, I'm assuming you're all grown, mature Nations that have a sense of responsibility." Perhaps not as strong as his, but some manner of taking charge of their own devices would be nice.
"I think I have to do a tour of the structures of the warehouse. Make sure nothing will crumble while we're sleeping. This place is pretty old, and the setup I did was pretty rudimentary." work work work and more work. England browsed through a list of subjects he could discuss with America, but found nothing of common interest. That being, nothing that wasn't related to work.
"Well, since nobody seems to be running around like a headless chicken yet, I think it's safe to stay in bed a bit longer." he turned his eyes to the other, and his hand blindly found America's and was set down softly on it. "How are you this fine morning?"
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Post by America on Sept 8, 2012 21:34:08 GMT -5
America listened to England go on and on about work and whatnot, beginning to grow a bit bored, when England finally stopped and grabbed his hand, asking about his day. America blushed (though it was a little blush, he argued in his head) and shrugged, gently gripping England's hand and finding himself unable to hide the small smile that had formed on his face. And in the very back of his mind, he couldn't help but think of just how good of a mood England was in.
"So far, so good," America responded, positioning himself fully on the bed, sitting with his legs crossed and slouching over lazily, using his free hand to hold his chin up. "Kinda slow, though. I don't think I got anything to do today, so I've been just sitting around and watching others do stuff." He smirked at that statement, eyes twinkling merrily. "Those sorts of mornings are the best, don't you think?" |
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Post by England on Sept 8, 2012 22:29:17 GMT -5
"I guess. It is somewhat hard to believe that you really have nothing to do. It's also slightly worrying. If entertainment is running short around here, things will get dangerous, and I can't have that. Do you have any suggestions for any kind of entertainment we could have brought to us with the next supply shipment? Maybe some sports. Then again, we don't have much space. What else could we bring, though?" Ah, and there he went mumbling to himself again. He really needed to stop that. He was practically rivaling America's attention deficit problems with his thoughts.
"Right, I trailed off. My bad. Lazy mornings leave me in mellow, comfortable moods, and I often loose myself in thought." to avoid that again, he trailed his eyes to look at America's face. His eyes were twinkling in amusement, and it was an absolutely -dare he think it?- adorable sight. "S-So... Make my morning even better. K-Kiss me?" he tightened his hand on America's, blushing softly and wondering if it was against the rules of falling in love to ask your partner for things out of the blue. America would most probably protest if he didn't want to, anyways.
England still had so much to learn. Sometimes, it felt like he was back to square one with everything that had to do with love.
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Post by America on Sept 9, 2012 16:40:59 GMT -5
America had been grinning slightly when England went off talking more about what they would need and what they should do and whatever else. And though America certainly wasn't saying no to more entertainment, he couldn't help but wish England would stop worrying himself over such things. He wanted England to know that the countries could handle themselves, that they knew just how to have fun even without having the appliances and tools they had back before the apocalypse.
But then England acknowledged that he trailed off and..."You want me to kiss you?" America blinked, surprised at that request. Surprised, but obviously not upset. Far from it. He grinned even more so. "Well, I guess I can, since it'll make your morning better and all." And mine, he thought to himself, smirking playfully and leaning forward to capture England's lips with his own, closing his eyes and using that free hand he had to hold his own body up above England's. It wouldn't do to fall on top of one's lover while kissing. |
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Post by England on Sept 9, 2012 19:48:48 GMT -5
England didn't reply, mostly because his heart flipped in his chest at the sight of America's smirk closing up on him. By the time he trusted himself enough to speak, America was already kissing him. A whine tore from his throat as he closed his eyes, hands blindly fumbling around before his fingers tangled within the strands of hair on the back of America's neck and pressed him closer. That most definitely did make his morning better. And the atmosphere a lot hotter. It was hard to deny America anything when he was being seductive like this.
Usually one that was satisfied with the simplest of things, England surprised even himself when he parted from America to catch his breath and patted his lover's side, prompting him to move. Indeed, that must've been a slightly uncomfortable position, his body twisting like that to lean over him. If they wanted to go deeper (England did. That, as far as he was concerned, was a given), America would have to get up on the bed with him so he was on top of him entirely.
"Move, you glutton." he grunted through pants, eager to start again. His lips were tingling, and that wasn't enough sensation for him yet. He'd gotten a very good night's sleep, and now, he was full of energy to spare.
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Post by America on Sept 9, 2012 20:26:09 GMT -5
Their kisses were usually brief and simple, usually quick and easy. This was so different. And America welcomed every bit of difference that England had to offer. When his side was patted, he shifted, using both hands to keep him upright as he maneuvered on top of England, smiling down at him. "'M not a glutton," he muttered cheerfully before descending once more for a kiss, closing his eyes as he did so.
He soon realized that his arms were already becoming tired and that the position he chose wasn't exactly the best position to be in. Moving quickly, he stuck both arms under England's back and straightened both of them in a sitting position, his knees on either side of England's legs. "There," he breathed through their heated, passionate kisses, congratulating himself for not breaking anything. "I moved." |
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Post by England on Sept 9, 2012 21:22:03 GMT -5
"I think that-" England was interrupted by another kiss, and he willingly shut up to allow America to claim him once again. He only found an opening to speak when America moved him into a sitting position, but he was struggling to catch his breath, so he dismissed the idea of talking. It was a good choice because his lover immediately started kissing him again, and England lost himself in his arms. "-Yes, it was most definitely a good move to make." he whispered in a shuddering gasp in a slightly more extended pause that gave them both the chance to recover.
England moved his hands so he was caressing America's cheeks with his thumbs, and immediately started kissing him again. His heart was beating fast, and he just couldn't seem to get enough. He gently took Texas with both his hands, and, without stopping his movements, he pulled them off of America's face. With nothing left to obstruct his movements, England arched his entire body against America's and bit his bottom lip softly, as if asking him to open up and go further.
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Post by America on Sept 10, 2012 6:12:57 GMT -5
[[sorry if this is quick, it's early and i should be heading out the door for school, derp.]]
America felt gentle hands take his glasses from him, thankful that those were out of the way. Though he loved Texas, they were stopping him from getting as much contact with England as he wanted. He wrapped his arms tighter around England's body, hands slowly traveling down to rest at his lower back, holding him even closer. Only one thing was on his mind now, and that was immersing himself in as much of England as he possibly could. If that involved pressing together without so much as a simple space between them, so be it.
He felt England bite his bottom lip, and opened his mouth slightly with a soft and quiet moan, allowing England to deepen the kiss. He considered England the better kisser of the two of them, the more experienced one, so he had no quarrels with giving England permission to lead. After all, he was still but a learner compared to England. |
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Post by England on Sept 10, 2012 9:41:18 GMT -5
((Dat's pretty hot yo. Don't worry about it. I think we're both doing fine so far o3o Nor seems to think so, too.))
England's heart fluttered when America yielded to him, and he immediately pushed his tongue into his mouth, pressing against the side of his cheeks, his palate, and his teeth. The warmth of such intimacy was intoxicating, and England was well-aware of the fact that he was really hot right then. The blush on his cheeks must've been spectacular to see. He didn't mind that he probably looked like a desperate teenager hyped up on hormones, though. When he touched and held him like that, America was worth everything in the world.
Shivers danced across England's skin where America ran his hands and he momentarily wished he hadn't stopped his roaming fingers. But that was alright. England would just have to return the favour, he figured. So his fingers gently untangled from the hair at the nape of America's neck, and slowly slid down, caressing his neck, collarbones and stopping on his shoulders.
What surprised him, though, was that America was letting him dominate the kiss. He had thought for sure that the overzealous child would want to prove he was strong and great and powerful and all that jazz when their romance started getting rougher, but... apparently, he'd been wrong in making that assumption. America was practically giving him the green light to do whatever he wanted, and he hadn't thought it'd ever be that way. When they first started their relationship, England had been expecting to have to fight for dominance, like he always used to do in the past (he wouldn't lie to himself- he lost most of the time), but this... this was different.
(Of course, he wouldn't complain if America suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders, pushed him down on the bed and kissed him until his lips were swollen and red...)
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Post by America on Sept 10, 2012 10:36:15 GMT -5
[[Fine? Gurl, I'm sitting here going, "I've no idea what I'm doing." I keep having to plan scenarios out in my head to make sure I'm prepared for the replies. XD I'll bet Nor thinks so. Hello, Nor, I know you're reading this. XD]]
America gave a quiet, muffled gasp as England's tongue explored his mouth, his arms tightening even more so around England's smaller body, though he made certain not to crush him. Even in such a lust-filled state, he still had regard for his strength, and he still knew that, no matter how sweet and intimate his intentions might be, he could still end up hurting England if he wasn't careful.
Once England's hands touched his shoulders, America let his own hands move further down, stopping at the hem of his shirt for just a few seconds before pushing each hand underneath the shirt and letting himself now touch England's bare skin, feeling the warmth seep through his fingers. He let his hands gently brush up against England's spine, taking time to explore every little bit of the seemingly flawless skin that he possibly could, the simple touches filling him with even more desire than before.
He went ahead and continued to kiss in the same, heated way, bringing his own tongue into play and praying to whatever higher being listening that he actually was doing this correctly. It felt right, though. No, it felt perfect. England felt perfect and every little thing the island nation was doing to him felt perfect. |
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Post by England on Sept 10, 2012 11:05:56 GMT -5
((I think we're both just going to sit here and fumble around to try and write our ideas out coherently. Gosh. I'm slightly apprehensive now xD))
America's hold on him was tight, and England loved the feeling of being so constricted and yet being so in control. It felt like America was supporting him as he worked his lips, and England was glad that he hadn't been pushed away yet. He was enjoying this a lot more than he should have, to be honest. And the thought briefly crossed his mind- is America enjoying it as well?
He did look like he was, but then again, England had no idea what America was thinking, what he was feeling, what he wanted and didn't want. Though conversation at this point would be slightly pointless, he figured he had to say something.
But then America slipped his cold hands under his shirt, and England gave a violent shudder as the contrast of heat spread across his chest. A whine escaped his throat, and he leaned his forehead against America's, trying to catch his breath. England felt like his skin was on fire. This wasn't the first time somebody had touched him like that, but just the fact that it was America, of all people, made it seem so much better.
"Good god, America..." he breathed between pants, gulping down to ease his dry throat. He couldn't continue, though, because he found that words couldn't describe how absolutely wonderful he felt. "-love you." he gasped out, his chest coming up and down in heavy pants. "Love you so much."
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