You sit next to...
About the scars: Helgoland was bombed from england in WWII as a training for the real fight, even today you can see where they hit the island
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You took the seat next to England.
Italy pounted when you went over to the other side of the table, away from him. It´s not like you don´t like him, but his sillyness is not what you need in the moment. England smiled at you “When this is over we could drink a tea together, making up the past. What do you think?”. “England…” you sighed. “Do you want to bring back the memories of your attack in WWII?”. His smile faded at that and he looks away, was he offended? Not sure if you just hurt him you laid a hand on his shoulder. “I´m sorry England. I don´t want to offend you. I know you hadn´t much of a choice. Let´s just don´t bring back the memories.” As he looked at you again, you hugged him blushing a bit. ”That means yes.” he smirks into your neck, returning the hug and holding you near to him. Oh this damn guy. A cheating little bastard was he. You could have hate him for that, but no… you couldn´t because, well reasons. He let go of you and his smirk widened as he sees your blush making you hide you face a little with the back of your hand.
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The conference finished and it was a whole desaster. You couldn´t even say a whole sentence without being interrupted by a “But the hero can solve that!” or a “How long does this take…. I want pasta…”. A bit gloomy you took your way out to the halls, soon after being stopped by England. “Now (y/n)... what is this? Do you want to run and let me stay here?” he asked you, laying his head a bit to the side. Again, he looks so sad. He knows how to make you soft in the knees. “N-no, of course not… I was just-“ you wanted to defend yourself but stopped when he puts an arm around your waist. “Then let us go to my place.” he said with a low voice, making you blush again.
You two went a whole wile together, starting to smalltalk while going. Just as you reached the next street, it began to rain. It started out with little droplets falling down to your head, stopping you in your tracks. Looking up you stood there for a couple of seconds, then nudging England “We should go faster or we are getting real wet.” Just when you said that the droplets turned into pouring rain. How convenient, really.
When you two came to his house, you were wet to the bones and shivering. He opened the door and got inside, you directly behind him. When he stopped abruptly, to hang his coat on the wall, you ran into him making him trip. He grabs you to get a hold but that just took you down with him. With a slight sound of a grunt he landed on his back with you on top of him. You looked at him in a state of surprise and shock wanting to apologize.
Quick like he was he just took the opportunity and stole a kiss from you, leaving you even more shocked, but now also blushing and searching for words. At the end your mouth just hangs open making him snicker. “You know (y/n), when I wanted to be mean I would take this as a chance to kiss you again.” This shuts your mouth immediately. He rolls over so you lay under him. “I get a chance. Just wait.” he whispers lowly in your ear. With that he stands up and shuts the door just to come back to you and holding a hand out for you. “Stand up, darling. You can use the shower upstairs and get yourself warm again.” You nod and took his hand to stand up, being a blushing and stuttering mess you didn´t say a word, just shifting from one foot to the other. England smiled warmly at you still holding your hand giving it a kiss on the knuckles. “I-I… I will go now…” you stuttered withdrawing your hand. Walking past you he headed to the kitchen, apparently to make the promised tea. Taking a little moment your eyes followed him and you began to sort your mind. The shower pops back in your head. ´Yes, that is what I need right now.´ Heading up the stairs you replayed the moment he kissed you, not noticing that your right hand rises and touched your own lips, still feeling his.
Up in the bathroom you slowly began to undress yourself, putting your clothes to side. You slip into the shower and the warm water spreads over your already wet skin.Your muscles realexed and your body begins to warm up. The world around you begins to fade away. Far away you heard a door open and close but don´t mind it, it must be your imagination.
You minded your own business and began to slide your hands across your body and spread the warm water further. That was until you felt two other hands on your body. They began to travel down your sides, to your stomach and then upwards. Just featherlight touches. You turned a bit and saw England standing behind you, also naked like you were. “England what are you...” he interrupted you by kissing and nibbling on your neck, making you shudder. “Just call me by my name (y/n).” his voice husky and lustdriven. It made your heart flatter and mind go numb just to hear him speak like that. Still behind you he pushed a bit until you were leaning against the cold tiles, sending shivers down your spine. “I wanted you for so long… You have no idea…” his hands sneaked further upwards cupping your breast and kneading them, playing with your nipples. A small moan escaped your mouth as you turned your head to him. “Arthur…” He looks you in the eyes stopping the kisses on your neck and shoulder. It was the dark glim in his green eyes that fascinated you. Your lips were just centimeters away from each other. The air was thick with lust from you both. This time you were the one who closed the gap and locked your lips in a passionate kiss. His right hand left your breast and traveled down south, over your many scars that were left from the past between you both. This makes you gasp a little which he took as an opportunity to deepen the kiss and exploring his new territory by his tongue. You tried to turn around but he doesn´t let you, holding you in place, this leading to you rubbing against his already hard member, earning a growl from him. His hand made its way to your womanhood, sliding across it before inserting a finger and rubs against your inner walls sensually. You broke the kiss and moaned lowly, moving your hips against his hand signaling to him for more. A grin crept on Arthurs face and he inserted another one, scissoring them just for the third to join. He pumped them slowly, teasing you by rubbing your clit with his thumb and making you squirm and pant his name. His hand sped up bringing you closer and closer to your end. The feeling spread across your whole body. Moaning loudly you leaned your head back onto his shoulder, feeling the kisses across your neck again. Just before you could come he stopped making you whine in frustration. His hand leaves your womanhood to turn you around and lifting you a bit of the ground. Out of instinct you wrapped your legs around him. “I can´t wait any longer (y/n)…” he whispers against your lips. “Then please Arthur…” you grind against his member to show him how eager you were “I can´t either…”. That was all what he needed. Slowly Arthur begins to enter you, muffling the loud moan with another kiss. His movement made you crazy and the smirk he wore despite the makeout was proof enough that he did it on purpose. Each time he slowly slides out to slam back into you. After he hit your spot the kiss breaks as you cry out. Nails were scratching down his back, finally making him go faster. Over and over he hit this spot inside of you, releasing cries and moans from you. With your head against the wall he bites down onto your neck, creating a mark, owning you as his. The hands of your Englishman held your behind, giving it a good squeeze. Your back arched and with the whole fucking and touching you´ll go insane. The familiar feeling builds up in your lower regions again. “Arth-thur… I… I´m goin…nh” he understands you just to good and gave his last hard thrust before you fell over the edge with him. Your walls clenched around his member letting him come inside of you.
It took you both some time to come back to senses and catch your breath. Arthur was the first to speak again, after he slides out of you and holding you dear in his arms. “(y/n)… my dear, be mine…”. You slid your arms around his neck and whispered a quiet yes. The water was shut of as he helped you out of the shower, still soft in your knees. He took a towel and wrapped you in it, taking one for himself and wrapping it around his hips.
Slowly your mind clears up as you were layed down on a soft bed. He took the place on your right side and you snuggle up to him. Closing your eyes you let out a relaxed sigh. “It seem like you enjoyed your ``teatime´.” he kissed your forehead. “Yes, very much so.” you smiled softly. England only laughed at that. He pulled a blanket over the two of you, taking the towels and throwing them in front of the bed. His hand caressed your cheek and calming you even more. Your head lay against his chest when you listened his heartbeat.
“I love you, darling.”
“I love you too, Arthur”
You kissed him once more, gentle and loving, savoring this moment.