Countryhumans X Reader Smut

America X Reader

(Fair warning reader cheats on Canada and America is super manipulative. I do not endorse cheating this is simply a fanfic not to be taken seriously. Sexually graphic, read at your own discretion. Enjoy!)

Canada was away from home today, he had important business stuff to take care of, so of course who better than his beloved girlfriend and older brother to watch his house? He loves you both more than anything else but admittedly he had more trust in you than America. Canada had always known that America has feelings for you. He was just lucky that you had rejected America prior to you two starting to date. Not long after the rejection you had confessed to Canada and while he knew it was wrong while his brother still liked you, he wanted to be selfish for once. He wasn't in the wrong to just want to love someone, even if that someone was the one his dear brother fancied. The Canadian thought things were working out. He was sure America had lost feelings but suddenly he felt unsure, unable to read his brothers feelings. He had finally trusted them enough to be all alone together but that would prove to be his biggest mistake.

You carefully put down Canadas prized hunting trophies; you had taken it upon yourself to do a little cleaning while he was away to surprise him. America was being lazy as usual, probably on the couch looking at his phone. He didn't care about helping to clean. If it's not his why bother even if it's his brother, he thought. You smile proudly looking down at the shiny trophies. You were sure he would be extra thankful now. You felt warm on the inside from the thought of your dear boyfriends' expression when he would finally came home, how could a girl get any luckier?

"Woah, good job Y/N" America walked into the room looking rather surprised at your devotion. "You really do care for your... boyfriend" He said quietly laced with poison. He knew he was being irrational, but it completely broke his image of being perfect. How could someone pick his pathetic, weak, quiet brother over him? Surely you of all people had better taste than that. I mean, everyone knew he was the better sibling... He tried to push these thoughts away. Everybody loved him. He was the fucking United States. He shook his head at his own stupidity, that stupidity being his negative thoughts about himself or his positive thoughts about himself, who knows.

"It's the least I can do for him" You shrugged not thinking much about the interaction. "I think I'm done cleaning now" You turned around to face the American. He still stood in the back of the room with his arms crossed. He was looking everywhere but you. It was clear he had something to say but he was bottling it up inside, very unlike him. You tried to think of how you could get him to open up more. Feeling a dryness in your throat you got an idea "Let's go to the kitchen and get a drink" You cracked a slight smile wanting him to feel at ease before pushing past him into the hallway. He slowly stalked from behind, it looked weird even in the context that he was following for a drink. It felt predatory. He was thirsty but... it was for something very different.

"Let me guess, Coca-Cola?" You giggled already grabbing him a glass bottle of it before he could even reply. "Yeah, you know it" His eyes followed lovingly as he watched you prepare it for him. You remembered what his favourite drink is... It warmed his heart and he wished he could fool himself into thinking this was his life. You as his perfect little housewife as he gets home from a hard day of work. Canada was a lucky guy; he just didn't realize it.

"Uhh America..?" You tried to catch his attention; he had completely zoned out. You sighed and tried to stifle a laugh from within. "Oh sorry, my thoughts got caught up somewhere else" He shook it off like it was nothing and grabbed the soda. You turned back around to the counter and began making yourself a drink of your choice. Americas eyes followed again this time he was fixated on the way your hips moved. It wasn't unusual for him to have dirty thoughts about you, he knew it was wrong, he just didn't care. His fingers nervously played with the cap on the soda bottle and his whole demeanour darkened. Oh, how he would love to make it 51 states with your help. His thoughts were killing him. You two were finally alone. It was now or never.