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Post by America on Sept 20, 2012 16:01:26 GMT -5
America listened to England's explanation, wondering how they could have actually gone about using sex as a way to prove strength and fortitude. Maybe he was old-fashioned (which was ironic, considering he had never used that term to describe himself before), or maybe he had watched one too many Hollywood romance movies, but everyone needed to have sex with the ones they loved. Otherwise, it wasn't special, it wasn't important.
He was nearly tempted to ask just who all England had sex with in the past centuries. Based on what he had heard, he would guess that the number was high. Instead of worrying, though, he smiled. Out of all those countries who probably did things America didn't even know how to do with sex, England had chosen him. England had chosen to give all of his love to him, despite how great the sex was with others. England truly loved him, and he was right; nothing past that mattered.
"Nope. It doesn't." America hugged his lover closer to him, unable to smother all the happiness rising up inside his body. England loved him and nothing mattered, nothing mattered at all, other than that. "'Cept I'm gonna have to learn a lot if I wanna keep up with you." He laughed, running his fingers through England's hair. "Funny, 'cause it's usually you trying to keep up with me."
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Post by England on Sept 20, 2012 19:29:35 GMT -5
"Excuse me, what are you trying to play here, lad?" England turned his eyes up to him, unamused. "Who's trying to catch up to who, again? Please do repeat." he snaked a hand up and pinched America's cheek, pulling it around. "I'll have you know I've always been a lot more advanced that you, in every type of experience there is. Besides, I think that the amount of sexual experience you need to catch up on is large enough to make up for anything I may have occasionally had lagged behind on." But then again, England was available 24/7 to help him gain the experience he needed to catch up with him. With the number of things he'd tried, England doubted that America would EVER reach his level of knowledge and experience, but... he'd get closer, and that's what thrilled England.
America was already a perfect lover, and he was going to get even better.
"You can always come to me if you feel too inferior." he finally let go of America's cheek and patted the red spot with a smug smirk. "I'll be here for whatever you need." Maybe they could try shower sex next. Or closet sex. Or rough sex. Or desk sex.
Desk.
"...Oh." something finally clicked in England's mind, and his half-lidded eyes snapped open. He shot right up into a sitting position and bit his lip. "I-It's past noon a-and I still haven't gotten started on anything I had to do today." his eyes trailed down to the crusted semen on his stomach, and he winced. "God, I have to take a shower now, too... Who knows when I'll get started, and when I'll be done." there went another good night's sleep. He turned to America and looked at him apologetically. "Sorry, love, I can't stay longer. Duty calls, unfortunately."
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Post by America on Sept 20, 2012 20:21:35 GMT -5
America snorted when England finally let go of America's cheek, probably leaving it red. He cared not about that, though. What he cared about was the prospect of doing this again and again and again, doing different things each time, and having England help him through everything. Oh, yep. He would certainly be coming to England whenever he felt inferior. That sounded very promising.
"You'd better be there," America laughed. "I got my taste of sex and I really like it." Maybe a bit more than like. He loved sex. Only with England, of course, because that was the only sex that mattered.
However, any other sweet words he had been about to say were quickly cut off when England suddenly sat up in bed. America sat up with him, a bit slower, and bit his tongue pitifully. He didn't want England to go get started on his work. He wanted England to stay with him, at least for an hour. Okay, actually, he wanted to fall asleep as they were, limbs sprawled out across each other and smiles of content on their faces. It wasn't realistic, not for how much of a burden England had placed upon himself, but it was a thought America had.
"Can't we just forget about duty today?" America asked, his voice raising in a whine. "Please? I just wanna sit here with you until we fall asleep. You can ask one of the other nations to take care of things for you, right?"
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Post by England on Sept 20, 2012 23:13:07 GMT -5
"I really don't want to justify myself right now." Post-coitus has disappeared all of a sudden, and real life had smacked him to his senses yet again. "I've already tried to justify my decisions to someone else, and they didn't seem to understand why I did this." Well, Spain had heard his blurted confession, one of the many he still had inside of him, but he still held onto the hope that the Spaniard didn't understand why he was so adamant in keeping his duties to himself. "I just can't give my job to anyone else, alright? I really have to do it myself." and with that, he threw the covers off of him, swinging his legs over the side of the bed (wow, it was a lot tinier than he thought. Probably because America was taking up the entire space) and shivering at the breeze.
He quickly located his discarded trousers, and without bothering with underwear, he pulled them on hastily, struggling to get his legs through the appropriate holes.
"Maybe we'll have time another day." he suggested to his dejected-sounding lover. "Ideally at night, so if you really want to be a hundred percent sappy, we can fall asleep together, too." America would probably roll over and squish him, but to be honest, he wouldn't even mind. Much. "But there is no way in hell I am having sex with you anywhere near the other nations, so at night at our bunk is a no." he blushed at the thought of what they'd done today, and crossed his fingers that he hadn't been as loud as he thought he was.
"I've really got to get to the showers now, though." he scratched at the crusted semen on his stomach as he fumbled around for his shirt, and then slipped it on unceremoniously. "So I can't stay and chat." he turned around to pick out new clothes from his clean stack next to their bunk. "Unless...." he grabbed a new set of clothes and stood up again, looking at America inquiringly. "You want to come with me?"
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Post by America on Sept 21, 2012 10:04:35 GMT -5
America knew better to complain. He wanted to complain, that was pretty obvious, but he knew how selfish that would be, how guilty it would probably make England feel. Hell, he felt guilty for wanting England to stay with him, for taking up more of England's time. Of course, he wasn't saying he didn't enjoy the short while they shared with each other, but other duties called and America wasn't going to keep England away from those other duties. Besides, they had all of eternity together. They could afford to spend the next few years fighting zombies, for they had the rest of their lengthy lives to spend together.
Instead of voicing his selfish desires, he watched as England pulled on his clothes, admiring the view for a few seconds before England faced him. Blushing at the question, America quickly made sure their eyes met so he wouldn't seem like too much of a needy teen. Shower together? The prospect of that was good. America doubted they'd do anything sexual, but so long as he got to spend more time with his partner, he didn't mind all too much. Anyway, the first round of sex was exhausting enough. He didn't know how people could continue after doing it once.
"Uh, sure!" he exclaimed, also sliding out of the bed to grab his clothes. He quickly pulled on his underwear, jeans, and t-shirt, then glanced around to locate his glasses. When he finally found them, he pushed them on and smiled at England. "Thanks for taking some time and...you know...doing this." Because he knew England was busy, and the fact that he was willing to put some time away to let them indulge in each others company was quite the heartwarming fact indeed.
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Post by England on Sept 21, 2012 16:33:41 GMT -5
"I started it, you daft fool. Of course I'd spare time to go through to the end." England looked at him at if he were saying the most obvious thing in the world. Then again, with him being so concerned with getting his work done on time, it must not have been that obvious that he'd ever spare time to do something like this with his lover. "Don't think I wouldn't finish if I started." That was just to cover up the fact that he was effectively addicted to America and everything he did, and that he really loved spending time with him like this. And that he would definitely do it again if the proper opportunity presented itself.
Hating how his sweatpants chafed against his naked skin, England started going over to the closest fireman pole, eager to shower the sweat and cum off of him to get started on his day on a good pace, when he realized he hadn't said what he wanted to say ever since they finished and laid in bed. Deciding to get the embarrassing confession over with before he regretted it, he stopped, took a moment to breathe, and turned towards America.
"Thanks for being around to remind me that I shouldn't forget to enjoy life no matter how much work I have to do." He hesitated for a second before putting his arms around America's waist and putting his head against his shoulder.
He knew that America would never change, and he was secretly glad that no matter how much time passed, things would still be the same. The sun would go down, the stars would come out, but still, all that would count would be the "here and now". England's universe would never be the same."I'm glad you came, America." he mumbled against his neck, indulging himself with a small, inconspicuous smile. "I'm glad you came."
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Post by America on Sept 21, 2012 20:16:05 GMT -5
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America was pleasantly surprised when England turned back around to hug him. He hugged right back, realizing he was correct in one of his earlier statements. England was perfect. He was so perfect and America never wanted to leave him, not ever. Nothing could compare to the joy England gave him, day by day. Loving him, talking to him, standing with him- England managed to make every single moment worthwhile.
He smiled brightly, allowing himself to tighten his hold on England. "I'm glad I came, too. Otherwise, you'd have probably fallen back asleep and I'd be downstairs doing nothing." Once he said that, he realized he probably ruined the romantic atmosphere they had going on, as sweaty and dirty as they were. Hopefully, though, it wouldn't matter all that much. Hopefully, England would understand how much everything meant to him.
After a quick kiss to the forehead, he shocked himself by being the first to draw back from the embrace, a brilliant grin lighting his face as he motioned towards the fire pole. "I guess we should hop in the shower so you can get started on whatever boring work you've gotta do. Wouldn't want you to have to stay up all night finishing it. You deserve some rest, 'specially after our little workout."
Just for good measure, he gave a wink.
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Post by England on Sept 21, 2012 23:48:15 GMT -5
((I'm pretty sure you didn't see everything, though. The paragraph right before that is pretty much the lyrics of the chorus of the song. Bitch please, cameos.))
"Tch." England blushed at the name he gave to their love-making session. "Well with all the pudge you're accumulating, sounds like you'll be needing many more workouts soon." And he really didn't mean it in a sexual sense of the term, but only after he said it did he realize that it was basically the meaning his reference pointed to. Ah well. Teasing wouldn't hurt. "We've both got work to do, anyways, so let's not take too long." he decided, stepping over and gripping the pole with both hands.
And then he remembered that he wanted to correct America on a single detail that made a huge difference, and swung his legs around the pole, holding tightly so he wouldn't slip just yet. Twisting his neck to look back at America, he looked at him for a second, beautiful, gorgeous, amazing America, his lover, and decided that it wasn't just today's happenings that made him glad he came. It was everything he'd done up to now.
"Actually, I was meaning to thank you for everything you've done for the past months. I'm glad you even did bother coming at all. Don't know what I would've done without you." he admitted, and, unwilling to face America with a response to the confession, he finally loosened his grip and let himself zip down towards the ground.
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