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Post by England on Feb 11, 2013 22:03:36 GMT -5
"Well, we've got a long way to go. I'm sure that with time, you'll want to explore more. There's only so many times you can shove a cock up somebody's ass before it stops being as much fun." England couldn't help but smirk, the little attempt at humour getting his spirits back up. "You definitely can take it slowly and gradually move up the intensity when you get comfortable. I wouldn't really expect you to start by jumping directly into sauna blindfold BDSM breathplay sex. And despite the fact that you have this silly little belief that you should for some reason be ashamed of your inexperience, it'd be my pleasure to walk you through anything you might ask me for." Turning his head to the side, he pressed a small kiss to the hand set around him, on his shoulder.
He then turned back and shivered as he pressed himself against America, the coat definitely not doing much anymore, and the cold stone under him freezing his butt off already. He was glad that America was providing psychological warmth, but he just wished he could provide physical warmth, too.
"Blowjobs aren't so hard. Some people use condoms because they think it's unsanitary, or because they don't like the taste of semen, but generally, you can work with both. They don't have to come in their partner's mouth, either, if it's uncomfortable for either of them. As long as there is no use of teeth, it's a pretty easy and satisfying way to have sex." He could see that America was slightly uncomfortable talking about it, so he hoped that by doing most of the talking, he would still be able to have a conversation with America. Even if America turned out to be some kind of secret super dominatrix that had fucked the entire world at least twice, they'd still be having a conversation to clear out doubts and set limits. Everybody needed it, not just the inexperienced.
"Bondage involves any kind of restraint on any part of the body, and depending on the severity, requires the use of a safeword. I'm perfectly fine, more than fine, even, with that. Just, uhh..." he gulped down, trailing his eyes away slightly. "No blindfolds for me, please." He didn't really do well with the dark, and it was embarrassing to admit even if America knew it, somewhere in the back of his mind. He just didn't want to have that tiny bit of important information forgotten in the heat of the moment, or it really would not end well for either of them. "Bloodplay involves drawing blood, and is generally done with the use of a safeword. Foodplay -obviously- is a more vanilla type of sex, unless it's figging, in which case that's a whole other issue." Oh, the gorgeous Victorian era when figging had been such a common punishment... Some part of England's brain would never get over it. "Handjobs are just jerking off, either together or one by one."
Done with the ones that America had named, he put his free hand up and pinched America's cheek, enjoying how warm it was as the blood rushed up his face.
"I like dirty talking. Bondage. Dom/sub scenarios. Sixty-nine. Not too extreme, but not vanilla, either," he shrugged, and turned his eyes up with reproach. "It's not stupid, and I most definitely will not forget it. You may be embarrassed, but we have to discuss this before we get any further. It's not so bad now, but what if we do something you realize you don't like, and we haven't discussed your limits beforehand? It would be disastrous. So please. Put up with me on this, alright? Do you think I'm having fun, practically bragging about the fact that I've been some kind of a whore going around and sleeping with half of the world?" Instead of embarrassment or annoyance, there was bitterness in his tone. "I don't. But I'm going to talk this through with you, or you're going to have to wear a chastity belt for the rest of eternity."
He let the rain crash around him to soothe the fire inside of him for a little while, and then leaned back into America when he'd stopped being so tense.
"I gave it all up by the time that it had become less common between nations to sleep with one another. I stopped going around and practically asking people for sex, or grabbing them and doing it anyway. I just let myself calm down and occasionally reacquaint myself with my right hand." He then turned his eyes up to America and gave him a small, genuine smile. "And then I got you."
((Look at me gooo I'm on fireeee and I have no idea what I'm talking about either :U))
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Post by America on Feb 12, 2013 6:32:16 GMT -5
America glanced down at England and, upon noticing the smile, delivered one of his own, soft and gentle, trying to express his undying gratitude for leading him through such an uncomfortable conversation. A necessary one, yes, but one America still didn't feel suited him like it should. He had to be more willing to discuss such things with his partner. Even in the middle of a rainy, cold, hopeless-looking day (night? He couldn't tell) such as this one. Pretty sure a smile didn't cut it, he bent slightly and placed a swift kiss to England's lips, bringing his free hand over to run it across his partner's cheek.
”You're never gonna have to be acquainted with your hand again,” America promised, all but ignoring the pink blush spreading across his face (as if it wasn't already there to start with). ”That's not to say you won't be asking for sex again, but from now on, make sure you only ask for sex with me, got it?” He snickered at that, pressing his lips against England's forehead and leaving a kiss for him there, too. He didn't care if England had been like that in the past. He didn't care one bit. Was he jealous that other nations were able to experience such an intimate side to him? Yeah, but anyone in their right mind would be. America was more than ready to focus on the fact that England loved him, and love was far greater than sex was.
Ah, but speaking of sex, America knew England was right. They would have to go over limits.
He nodded, determined to push all the awkwardness aside and tackle the situation at hand. ”Right, limits. Okay.” He thought it through for a second, weighed the pros and cons of everything England had said. What would he like, and what would he dislike? What would be be willing to try sooner rather than later? What sounded exciting, and what sounded, well, not so exciting? He took everything into consideration, knowing he shouldn't speak until he had a proper sentence formed in his head and ready to go.
It didn't take him but a minute to gather his jumbled thoughts together and address each point. ”I can try blowjobs,” he agreed. ”Uh, doubt I'll be picky about the condom. Maybe, for my first time, we can use a condom, just until I get more used to it.” One down, what seemed like thousands more to go. Talking about sex was far more daunting than actually doing sex. ”I might do bondage. No blindfolds.” He nodded at that, completely understanding. ”And with a safeword. We-Well, I just want everything to have a safeword. At least, for when I start it all.” He smiled nervously, then continued.
”I don't wanna do bloodplay. Like, at all.” That was certainly something he could skip with no problem. ”Foodplay seems fun, but you know me. Figging, uh-” He wasn't sure what that was exactly (he had an idea, but lest he be wrong, he kept it to himself), so he just shrugged his shoulders. ”Maybe later.” Once he figured out the definition. ”Handjobs seem easy enough. And dirty talking. Hell, I can do that during regular sex.” He was confident in that fact, at least. He could talk dirty if he put his mind to it, he was sure. ”Might have to show some examples-” He nudged England playfully. ”But I should get it real quickly. Sixty-nines, sure, if I can get it all down.” He sighed. ”I meant if I can get all the blowjob information down. You know.”
Before he became flustered again, he quickly moved on. ”I dunno about the dom/sub shit. Isn't that, like, one person controlling the other person? Seems kinda weird to me. If you wanna do it, though, like I said, I can try it.”
[[roll with it. :'D]]
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Post by England on Feb 12, 2013 12:18:55 GMT -5
"Of course I won't socialize with my right hand in the shower anymore," England scoffed. "Do you know what's even more awkward than wanking off to the thought of someone? Wanking off to the thought of your boyfriend." Really now, why wank when he could have the real thing, or at least some help with that? Having to resort to his own methods to take care of himself, even when he had someone he could ask for assistance, was embarrassing and was proof of dishonesty or mistrust running rampant in a relationship.
America looked eager enough to get on with it, and it wasn't as if England's libido was uncontrollable, either. If he needed help, he'd always go to America. Not just with his sexual concerns, but with any concern he could have. Even if he knew himself well enough to admit that he wouldn't explain the entire extent of his problems to anybody, even his own boyfriend, he was determined to trust him enough to share the contents of his heart. Even if America would sometimes not be able to patch him up completely, touch would soothe what words wouldn't heal.
"Maybe you'll start eating healthy if I wait for you at the lunch table every day, covered in broccoli and salad leaves, then," England let out a shaky laugh, letting his thoughts drift away in order to return to the conversation at hand. "God forbid we bring out the chocolate syrup, though." He wasn't sure what would make America enjoy his time more, in that case; England, or the chocolate syrup. He certainly did not want to be bested by an inanimate object anytime soon. "And we'll keep off the ginger roots, while we're at it." America looked iffy about figging, and England definitely did not mind keeping away from it, either.
"As for blowjobs, or sixty-nine, it takes practice, but I'm sure you'll catch on quickly," smirking, he stretched his neck a little to bite America's earlobe playfully. "As long as you do your homework, that is." He'd always enjoyed being a cynic, but now that he could tease America -hell, he was flirting-, everything just seemed a lot better. He liked knowing that if he so desired, he could drive America wild. It sounded like a marvelous idea.
"Dominant-submissive scenarios don't have to apply outside of the bedroom, and are not permanent, either." England was sure that he would never have joined the BDSM communities that used to be so popular, even at the height of his rebellious stage. How people lived their entire lives according to BDSM rules meant to be exclusively applied to sexual activities escaped him. "That means that we can switch, as long as one of us has complete control of the other." Oh, his favourite pastime with anybody that dared get in his way during his golden age of piracy. England would be lying if he said that he didn't miss the feeling of having complete dominance over someone else. He also would have been lying if he'd said that he didn't like the opposite.
"Dirty talking, bondage, orgasm denial, roleplay, leather... Dom/sub can basically be just a whole mash-up of all these wonderful little kinks. Without as much chocolate syrup, of course," he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it to some degree if you do want to attempt it at some point. A rough fuck is a great way to blow off steam." His cheeks turned red, though, at what he was considering admitting next. They were discussing their sex life in private, of course, so instead of being a hypocrite, he should have just blurted it out loud like everything else. It was somewhat embarrassing to admit, though, not only to his partner, but to himself, too. "And... And just because I used to own a third of the world, it doesn't mean I don't enjoy having s-someone's dick up my ass."
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Post by America on Feb 12, 2013 17:14:28 GMT -5
America didn't know whether to be excited or nervous with the prospect of all the different sexual adventures they had yet to try. Obviously, he was feeling a bit overwhelmed, but when they named such a vast majority of kinks, anyone was bound to feel overwhelmed. Well, anyone who had just recently lost their virginity, which America sure had. He felt extremely grateful, though, that they were discussing it all now rather than later. He wasn't sure if he would be up for it later, and it was good to know what exactly they could and couldn't do.
"So, uh, you like being the s-submissive one in the whole dom/sub thing?" he asked, scratching at his cheek. "'Cause, doesn't the one dominating, uh, yeah he takes control and, okay." He nodded, trying to go through everything they mentioned at once. "Yeah, I could do that. Either way. Switching up and shit." And then he realized that, by switching up, he'd have to actually take it (or, as England so eloquently put it, have someone's dick up his ass). He had only had sex once before. Once. And he had topped then and didn't have to take it up the ass, and he hadn't been really thinking that far ahead. It was obvious that they would have to switch the roles every so often. It seemed that England liked his variety, so America wouldn't be able to do the same thing over and over again.
But, in switching up, he'd do something he really wasn't used to.
He could take a lot. He had been in wars, he had been wounded, he could take all that. So he was sure he'd be more than able to take this. It was in the name of love, and America was certain that England would never purposefully hurt him. If it hurt, it hurt, but based on what he had seen and heard, it could also feel really good. And it could make England feel really good. Besides, the pain would be quick, and he'd probably be too lost in the pleasure of it all, anyway. He knew that, when the time came, he could handle it.
"So I do wanna try these things," he said, speaking strong and clear so that his voice wouldn't be lost to the pouring rain. He knew he could be shy when it came to stuff such as this, but he refused to back down. They had to discuss it and set the boundaries while they could. "I do. Really. It seems fun, and if I get to do it with you, god, you could probably take me now and I wouldn't mind. Don't, though," he added teasingly. "There's a line between kinky and just plain weird, and I think that line could be drawn when we're in a dangerous, life-or-death situation, huh?"
Laughing a bit, he continued. "But, once we can, we should try some of these things. Like you said, though, let's not, uh, dive straight into it all. Yeah, I guess plain, old sex can get boring after a while if we do it enough times, but I just, I mean, I don't wanna rush into anything when I still haven't done anything."
He planted a kiss on England's jawline, humming under his breath. "Maybe a blowjob would be alright, though. I could start with that."
He didn't pull away from England; the jacket was hardly doing anything now, and America could feel his clothes getting soaked through, and it certainly wasn't a summer rain.
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Post by England on Feb 12, 2013 18:58:20 GMT -5
"The name says it all, darling: dominant and submissive. I've already admitted that I enjoy being submissive, and let me just say that there is nothing wrong with that," he cleared his throat in embarrassment and continued as if nothing had happened. "I guess I miss topping, too. Unless you find out that you're not much of a bottom, in which case, I guess I can let it go for you. I'm getting a bit too old for riding crops anyway," he shrugged. "Besides, when I top, I really do top, so if being roughed up is not your thing, we'd be better off not switching." The last thing he wanted to do was have America swear off one of his favourite scenarios because he hadn't been able to control himself.
"Well I must admit that simply hearing you acquiesce to these kinds of activities is getting me a bit hot under the collar," England hummed softly, letting the heat from America's kiss spread across his body in shivers. "And here I thought we'd be doing it missionary until the day we died, so this is a pleasant surprise," he smirked and pecked the skin above America's collar. "Speaking of which, if you're uncomfortable with kinks, we can start by getting you acquainted with positions and locations. Some of them you may enjoy better than others. Truthfully, if I had known you were a virgin -which I really should gave asked, I really should have-, I would have ridden you instead of doing it on my back. Gives me a lot more control, and topping is always easier than bottoming."
He was getting unpleasantly wet, though, as the conversation dragged on, and England just wished they could have some sort of shelter. One other glance around the roof confirmed that there was nothing they could use, so he sighed and adjusted the soaked jacket, wincing at the squelching sounds it made.
"Well, I think we've established quite a bit already. Thank you for having this conversation, no matter how impromptu it was. Now that we have theory done, practice awaits. I think it's a good idea to begin slowly, with something like a blowjob, so as you suggested, perhaps you can start with that." A sharp glint flashed through his eyes at the thought, and he teasingly dragged one of his fingers along America's jaw before trailing it down his throat, a bit into the collar of his shirt. "Or maybe I could," he breathed, letting the words sink in before he pulled away and huddled himself up again. "But not now." Really, the rain was getting on his nerves. "This stuff is more effective than a cold shower. Definite boner-killer."
He couldn't take the humid, sticky feeling in his body anymore. With a frustrated huff, he grasped the jacket and pulled it off of both of them, rain immediately drenching his hair, then his clothes. Clumsily folding it and shoving it between him and the roof's barrier, on top of the backpacks, he then scooted over to America and climbed into his lap, putting his arms around him and pressing himself closer.
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Post by America on Feb 12, 2013 20:38:55 GMT -5
America wasn't sure whether or not to appreciate the jacket being tosses aside. Sure, he felt a little bit more refreshed without it, but he was also cold and wet. But then England climbed in his lap and they were able to stay even closer together, so America figured it probably wasn't all that bad. Besides, he would end up soaking by the time the rain stopped, anyway, so sooner rather than later didn't matter at all.
"We both could work on our blowjobs," he quickly stated, grinning and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, enjoying the proximity. "So that way we can both maybe gain some more experience." England probably wouldn't need anymore experience, but America wanted to hold onto the hope that there might be something he could help England learn how to do. Maybe not in the sex department, but on an emotional scale, he wanted to make sure England was as experienced in love as someone could become.
He was just going to get some practice. That would be the only way to decide what he truly liked and what he didn't like. They would put everything into play when they had the chance, and while America was excited for that day to come (he liked trying new things, always had), he was more excited for the rain to stop and for the two of them to actually get back home. Not that he considered the warehouse his home- he supposed it was as close to a home as he was going to get anytime soon, though.
"So, uh, while we're talking about rain," he muttered, taking his glasses off and reaching over to set them in his bag. He wouldn't be able to see anything with them on, anyway, what with the way the rain was. "How long do you guess it's gonna continue?" He nuzzled all the closer to England, trying to get warm, trying to get England warm. He felt bad that his jacket hadn't been of much help for long. If he had thought to bring something other than leather, sure, they might have stood a far better chance. As it was, though, he couldn't go back in time and change what he did.
He could wish, though, and while he was wishing, he could wish that he had worn long sleeves.
"Also, uh, how ruined do you think my jacket will be?"
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Post by England on Feb 12, 2013 21:08:46 GMT -5
"You can work on your blowjobs. I can work on finding how to resit your charm," England laughed, setting his head against America's shoulder. "I can't say no to you, you charming boy. What would I ever do without you?" Well, for one, he knew that he would definitely be a lot more cranky and unable to concentrate on work. Less productive meant more being harped on by officials. More pressure meant less windows of opportunity to enjoy life. Less time to enjoy life meant less reasons to live it. Perhaps he was building some kind of fallacy to his own argument, a slippery slope of some kind, but he really did feel like America made his world go round.
"You're too cute. The way you talk, the way you stutter, the way you are so endearingly shy when it comes to intimacy..." The way he held England so close as if he were a precious possession, the way his smile made his nose crinkle and his dimples to widen, the way his eyes flashed mischievously when he got ideas... Everything about America was flawless. "Your heart is in the right place." He wondered if his own would ever be. Despite having some of the most famous poets and writers for romance, he himself had never actually been very good with the 'love game'. "I love you."
Nuzzling closer, he set his ear against his chest and strained to hear America's heart above the pouring rain. Speaking of which.
"The clouds were thick," he sighed. "Maybe an hour. I can see the night sky in the distance. Hopefully this patch of rain clouds will decide to make its course elsewhere soon." A gust of wind brought a shiver and a wince as the raindrops whipped his face. "It's windy enough to move the cloud along relatively quickly. Don't know if I should be happy about the wind or not," he shivered, letting go of America to bring his hands up to his face, blowing on his numb fingers. If only they had some kind of tarp to cover their heads... Why couldn't their roof be a useful roof?
"You'll be fine," England let out a shuddering breath. "Don't worry about your jacket. I know a few nations back at the warehouse who are extremely good with laundry, so they can take care of it when we get back." When. "I think we should just conserve our energy and not worry about anything else than not getting frostbite right now."
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Post by America on Feb 12, 2013 21:34:32 GMT -5
"Like I said, you're real sappy," America muttered, shaking his head at England's compliments. He couldn't help but let a fond smile force it's way onto his face though, and he was happy that his partner soon got in a position in which he was unable to see America's blush. It wasn't so much the praise which caused embarrassment, it was more of the fact that England noticed every little thing about him, kept everything about him in memory, and loved him for every little thing. Even something that America himself considered to be a flaw - such as the nervous fidgeting and stumbling, he wasn't going to lie and say that wasn't shameful - England, for some reason or another, found it to be the exact opposite. America's heart practically soared, and if they weren't where they were now, he would have tackled England and smothered him with kisses.
"I'm not worried so much about my jacket," he assured. "I mean, I am, duh, this thing is important to me." He patted it before quickly grabbing hold of England again, unable to suppress the shiver that ran through his body. "Just that I'm more worried about keeping warm. Us keeping warm. 'Cause, dammit, it's really cold out here." He honestly deplored the fact that they couldn't switch to a warmer place for the winter. He wanted to migrate- he normally did, anyway, back when he lived in the States.
Wiping all pessimistic thoughts from his head, he gently grabbed England's chin and lifted it up so he could place a soft kiss to his boyfriend's lips, grinning when he pulled back. "Remember when I told you I'd kiss you in the rain?" he asked, then gestured with his head up at the dark rainclouds above them. "We can mark that off the list."
Sure, it wasn't what he actually meant when he thought of that, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Besides, improvising was always fun, and he would much rather be faced with the unknown than plan out every single thing in life.
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Post by England on Feb 12, 2013 23:25:32 GMT -5
"Oh shut it. And you're still mentally a virgin," England grumbled happily, shifting as his wet clothes made him uncomfortable in his seat on America's lap. Careful to avoid where he knew the small injury to be on his thigh, he draped himself across his lap and set the top of his head against the hollow of his throat, clothes squelching as he huddled into a small ball. "Give me your hands," he ordered, looping one arm around his own shoulder, then joining his hands together in front of his chest, and clamping his own hands around them to warm them up. "Keep your extremities warm. I should have taken my boots off. It's going to feel like the First World War all over again, minus the mud and, uhh... fleas and rats and trench foot, and all that jazz," he cleared his throat, noticing a bit too late that it wasn't exactly the best subject to discuss.
The only good thing that would come out of the heavy rainfall was the dispelling of their scent. That, too, was long gone by now, anyway, so England just wanted it to stop already. He just hoped that the wind would die down long enough to let them dry afterwards. Chances were that they'd have to take most of their clothes off to dry them faster, and if it got too cold, they would definitely run a risk of getting hypothermia, as well as illnesses that would very easily affect their respiratory system and make them unable to participate in an efficient escape plan. In other words, he just hoped it didn't get colder than this, or they'd be screwed.
"I don't think this was really my idea of getting kissed in the rain," he gritted his teeth against a violent shiver that racked his body, rain obstructing his view as water dripping into his eyes. "It most definitely is not crossed off your list, and we'll have to do this again sometime. Properly, next time. And preferably during the first rain after a long, dry summer." Licking his lips, he let one of his hands go free so that he could pull America's face down for a kiss. "Until then, we'll just have to make do, right?" he whispered against his lips, and kissed him fiercely.
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Post by America on Feb 13, 2013 6:35:19 GMT -5
America snorted as he let England take his hands. "I'm only mentally one," he retorted, then quickly put his mind back on more important matters. Such as, like England said, keeping his extremities warm. He couldn't do much about his toes, but he moved them around every so often, trying to make sure nothing became frostbitten. His fingers, too, he also kept moving, rubbing them along England's hands in an attempt to warm both of them up at the same time. "So this is nothing like World War One, other than the cold and rain, is what you're trying to say. I mean, our positions say that much. I would have never kissed you or held you back then." Relationships had still been tense between the two of them, and America had made no move to get closer- he was pissed off that he had to join the war in the first place.
He wasn't going to let his mind dwell on such matters, though. He could do far better than thinking of a war that had long since been won. Of course, he didn't know what else to think about. He could try and come up with some brilliant escape plan, but he was certain that there wasn't much either of them could do in rainy, dark weather. He could figure out a way to keep them both warm, but a quick glance around told him that this was as good as it was going to get. He just had to do everything in his power to keep his mind from wandering onto worse scenarios. It wouldn't do to become fearful and paranoid at a time such as this.
Luckily, he had England with him, and England was actually really good at keeping his mind sane, if the fierce kiss was anything to go by. Making an approved hum in the back of his throat, America returned the kiss, closing his eyes and pretending that the rain wasn't so harsh and they were both going to be sitting in front of a fire soon, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears.
"Guess we'll have to," he agreed, pulling back ever-so-slightly. "You know what, let's never cross it off our list so that we can do it over and over again and act like we've never done it before." Because, hey, he liked kissing England, and every single time they locked lips, America was still taken by how amazingly perfect it all was.
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Post by England on Feb 13, 2013 10:31:00 GMT -5
"Won't do you much good on the experience level, even if you're just mentally one," England smirked, kissing him again and softly nibbling at his lower lip as if to prove his point. "I just meant to say that it's cold, and I am soaked down to my pants already, and I am not looking forward to taking my trousers off to dry them later. The rest is history. I'm most definitely not out to reenact it, though I must admit that if zombies came flooding through that door right now, I would have no problem fighting them, water in my pants or not." It didn't matter what time era they were in or what war they were fighting; England refused to let himself go down without fighting- squelching attire regardless.
"And once we're done fighting in these uncomfortable conditions, then we can talk about having more kisses in the rain. I think I am done with rain for a little while. As much as I loved it back home, I've always hated it on the battlefield," he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth disapprovingly. "Technically, I've always hated the battlefield, naturally, rain or sunshine, unimportant. Don't know if I'll be able to kiss you in the rain again without remembering today." He bit his lip. "But... I guess that remembering is a part of experience. Everything we ever do comes right back up to the fact that we are programmed to be fighting machines." His mind was exploring unknown depths, now, and England wasn't sure how he felt about it. He decided, then, to quickly venture back onto safe territory.
"I must admit, though, that by the time we're done here, we'll look like kicked little puppies. Do you think the zombies would be nice enough to let us go, seeing as we'd look entirely miserable?" His eyes went to the door that had not moved since before, which indicated that the zombies had not made their way up yet. A hopeful part of England chimed that perhaps they'd given up, but England himself was not convinced. They would come, and England and America would be waiting. Because that's all they could really do.
To distract himself, England kissed America again and fell silent and limp against his chest.
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Post by America on Feb 13, 2013 11:18:52 GMT -5
America decided not to comment on the whole "mental virginity" thing, mostly because England was right and America wasn't about to go and admit that England was right. Besides, he knew he'd be getting experience soon enough, so there wasn't much of anything to argue about. "If it makes you feel any better, 'bout the whole pants thing, I'm right here to warm you up as much as I can," the young nation said instead, pecking England's cheek. He knew he probably couldn't warm him up a considerable amount, but he'd rather try then just sit there and let them both freeze. "I'll be fighting whether I've got pants on or not," America added, then snorted. "We'll get home and we can boast about how we fought zombies half-naked. Exciting, huh?" Not really, but the situation was humorous to think about.
"We'll have kisses on the beach, then. Add that onto the list of things we gotta do." America smiled happily, imaging a short beach retreat, just him and England, with no zombies or paperwork or other nations to worry about. "Sunny beaches are better than this any day of the week." He snorted with laughter. "Okay, most things are better than this." The only good thing about being stuck on a rooftop in freezing, cold rain was the fact that he wasn't alone, and that was hardly any help to him when weighing out the positives and negatives in his head.
So he just gave England an extra boost to balance it all out, deciding that England was well worth it, anyway.
Hugging his boyfriend close to him, America shrugged. "They're not gonna let us go, since zombies don't do that," he replied, mistaking the rhetorical and sarcastic question as one he actually ought to consider. "But maybe they'll be thrown off by the rain. It probably ruins our scent, so maybe they'll soon decide that nothing's up here and just move on." He doubted that. He doubted the fact that they would go out of this with little to no fighting, and he certainly doubted the fact that they would get back to the warehouse anytime soon.
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Post by England on Feb 13, 2013 15:10:02 GMT -5
"I highly doubt that the others nations will be impressed if we do tell them we went streaking in a life-or-death situation. If anything, they'll probably think we're less credible than before. Can't have that, now can we?" He rolled his eyes in amusement. "So if we do get naked on this roof at some point, please let's keep it to ourselves. It's not my idea of a trophy to put on display."
"However, kisses on the beach... I like the idea of that. If you can find a beach that has not been overrun or will not spout waterlogged undead out at us, I'd love to accompany you. I think it'd do us good. Not just to both of us, but to everybody back at the warehouse, too. An excursion to the beach. How... quaint," he couldn't help but chuckle at the idea. "It's not exactly the right setting for something like that, but I'd like to believe that it could happen."
His teeth suddenly clattered together as a jolt went through him, leaving his entire body in goosebumps and shivers and his teeth chattering.
"M-Maybe the rain will make them give up and go home," he suggested, not counting on it anyway. "Maybe they're getting cold, too." It seemed like bitterness and frustration made him more likely to be a cynic, though he did make a point to himself.
The rain had, as America had stated, washed their scent away for good, so unless they expelled any sort of bodily fluid after the rain stopped, they would be safe and undetectable. The fact still stood that for many zombies, they'd already disappeared off the face of the earth.
"Wait a moment," he suddenly announced, pushing himself off of America. "I'll go see over the edge. Maybe some of our groupies have cleared the premises already. If the entire block clears out at some point, we can climb down the side of the building somehow and make a run for it through the streets." He nodded America as he crouched up. "Keep your fingers warm, you'll need them to climb down."
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Post by America on Feb 13, 2013 17:37:17 GMT -5
"You do realize how that sounds, don't ya?" America asked, a smirk on his face. His cheeks still flushed a slight pink color, but he could easily blame that on the cold winds. "Getting naked on the roof? And keeping it to ourselves?" He bit his lip to keep back his laughter, but shook his head. "Don't worry. I'm keeping that to ourselves. If we get naked. From, uh, the rain and fighting and- never mind, just...I'm just not gonna mention it."
As always, his flirting completely backfired.
He thought about the beach comment, and realized that he would like to do that. Sure, he hadn't been originally referring to a beach trip any time soon, but it actually might raise morale for the nations, give them all a well-deserved break. Plus, he liked the idea of spending a few days kissing England while the waves roared around them and the sand lay under them. "Well," he said, giving a sigh. "We can hope. Maybe one of these days we'll be able to get out to the beach." He would try his hardest to make that come true, because they truly needed it.
"You, uh, be careful," America said, looking a bit surprised when England climbed off of his lap. He didn't know what exactly England would do that would involve being too careful, since they were up here and the zombies were way down there, but when it came to his boyfriend, he realized he would never trust their situation. "Don't let them see you. Just stay down."
He grinned nervously at his orders, shifting in his seat and already moving his fingers, ready to get up at a moment's notice in case England found that they would be able to climb down. "Sorry, yeah, you know all of this."
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Post by England on Feb 13, 2013 18:59:57 GMT -5
England humoured America a little longer, smirking at everything he said, and when he was done talking, he patted his head like he would a kid's and lightly shoved him.
"I'll be fine. I'm just going to go look over the edge. It's too dark and rainy for them to see me all the way up here, anyway. Hopefully I'll be able to see them," he sighed, and got up slowly, his vision swimming a little before settling. Once he could see in front of him again, he headed away from America, towards one of the corners of the roof, from where he'd have a vantage point on two sides of the building. One of them was the back alley they'd come in from, and the other one gave them an opening onto a smaller street. The clouds were casting shadows upon the unlit streets, though, so England had to squint really hard to make the walking dead out of the background.
To his dismay, the large writhing mass at the foot of the building was not a very good sign. The alley was completely jam packed with zombies, so there was no way that they'd go down that way. The street, being wider than the alley, allowed for a few ranks to be made, about three or four ranks, all packed tight with zombies scratching at the walls or at each other. It was good, better than the alley, but still not enough to let them escape unseen. They'd have to wait for the zombies to disperse, or take another side down. They still had the other side, which gave into a main street, and the side with the doorway, which gave onto another large street. He was hesitant to approach those sides, as zombies observing from the doorway would be able to see him if he explored that corner, but one glance at the door showed that it had no moved yet.
They couldn't risk missing an opportunity because of too much caution. So, motioning to America with his finger, he jogged across the roof to the other side and peered over the edge. His eyes occasionally darted back to the door, nervously glancing back and forth as to bolt at the slightest movement, but he was able to get a good glimpse of both sides before he rushed back to America.
"We're still surrounded. There is no way out of the alley we came in through. We might have one of the streets cleared if we lay low until tomorrow afternoon. We have at least a few ranks of zombies on each of the street-sides of the building, but if the hype in the staircase and clinic dies down, the others should clear since there won't be any more place inside the clinic at some point." Sitting back down next to America, he sighed. "Well, as soon as the rain stops, I think we should try getting some sleep."
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