The Shots!

USUK ~Sick Days~

Fandom: Hetalia
Ship: England x America/US UK

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"Iggy~ Where are you~" America called out as he looked for his lover.

He's currently at England's house but apparently, England's nowhere to be seen. America tried the doorbell a while ago, but nobody answered so he just used his lock picking skills and invited himself in. It's not like it's his first time doing that anyway.

"Iggy? You in here?" He walked inside a room where he heard a noise. He scanned the room and found that he's in Iggy- England's bedroom. How he didn't notice before he has no idea.

He looked at the bed and found a lump covered by a blanket, with a messy clump of golden blonde hair showing.

"There you are!" America smiled triumphantly and sat on the bed. "Dude, you okay? Something happen?"

"A-Alfred?" England blinked and sat up, then he sneezed. "Stay away! You'll get my cold you idiot!" He pushed America away.

He stayed where he was and replied, "That'll never happen dude, I'm practically invincible! Plus, what kinda hero would I be if I didn't save my lady love from distress~?" He grinned as England started blushing, meaning he's turned tsundere mode on.

"Sh-shut up!" The Brit yelled, and hid under his blanket.

"D'aww, you're turning into a tsundere again~!" America teased, and pulled up England's Union Jack blanket. He tilted the blushing Brit's face to look at his. "Here's a little gift for your adorableness." He leaned in and pecked England's lips. His eyes opened wide in shock as the American chuckled.

"Y-you git! At least ask first!" He brought his hands up to his face and tried to supress his blush. "A-and I'm not adorable!"

"Dude you're totally cute! You reek of adorableness!"

"'A-Adorableness is not a word!" England hid under his covers once more.

America pouted, then got an idea. "Hey England."

"What?"

America pulled up the comforter and went inside, then found his lover and snuggled him.

"I love you~" America said, and put his nose in England's hair.

"W-what's with that all of a sudden!?" England struggled to get out of America's hold but found that he couldn't, and gave up trying.

"Aw c'mon, can't you at least say you love me back?"

England sighed.

"How am I able to put up with such a selfish paramour?" He mumbled, then turned around and looked at America. "I love you too..." he blushed.

America beamed and held him closer as his partner flushed red.

"I'm really happy I have you," America kissed the blushing country on the nose.

England rolled his eyes and said, "You twit, you don't even know how to kiss me correctly," he sighed. "This is how you kiss."

This time, England was the one who leaned in first, and kissed America square on the lips. The kiss went on for awhile, it was just lips touching though, and England decided to spice things up.

Tilting his head, England parted his lips let his tongue dart out and felt America's closed ones. America opened his own and let England's moist muscle explore his hot cavern.

Afterwards the two played a game of tonsil hockey and apparently, America won, so England let him explore his. America absorbed every nook and cranny of it, almost as if he's trying to memorise every little detail.

This hot make out continued until England separated and sneezed, panting heavily.

"You okay?" America asked, concerned.

"Y-yes, I already told you it's just a cold." England replied.

"Okay then," the American said. He looked at the Brit for a bit when he got an idea. He smirked and said, "Let's continue?"

Not giving his partner a chance to reply, America went on top of him and removed England's shirt.

"W-What are you doing, you bloody wanker!?" He exclaimed, his eyes wide. "I-I'm still sick you know!"

"Not for long," the American replied with lust filled eyes.

He licked and bit at the Brit's neck and chest, then grinned as his partner started moaning.

~The Next Day~

"America you blasted idiot!" England yelled, hiding himself under the sheets, shivering from the cold.

"What? You were begging to be fucked-"

"DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT!" England turned beet red and hid under his pillows.

England's pissed, it wasn't supposed to go that far yesterday. They even went a few rounds, how does America even have the endurance for that? Not to mention this is not doing anything to help his colds...

Don't tell me he 'trains' with women other than me... He thought as tears filled his eyes. He'd prefer those full racks as opposed to mine anyway...Stupid, stupid America!

That thought went around through his head, not leaving, and he started to cry silently. He turned his back to America.

"Hm? England?" America called out, having noticed the Brit's sudden quietness. He's not yelling anymore, surprising as he did seem annoyed.

He got into the sheets and found England, hugging him. England flinched at the sudden warmth of his lover.

"England?" He asked, worried. "Why're you suddenly crying? Is it because we did it even though you're sick? Are you even more sick? What happened? Fever? Anything hurt? Hey talk to me..." America said, and fretted endlessly over him.

"Y-yes, I'm f-fine..." The Brit lied through his teeth, he didn't want to say his reason.

"What are you crying about then?" He said softly as he stroked his lover's hair.

"I-I...it's just...b-be honest, do you have sex with o-other women?" Arthur asked and bit his lip.

America's eyes widened. Why would he even think that?

"Arthur, why would you ever think that?" He questioned, a surprised look in his eyes.

"W-well I assumed you would, as I'm sure you'd prefer their lithe young bodies to my scarred old one..." England turned his back to America, and cried once again.

America didn't hesitate to hold the Brit in his arms, kissing the back of his neck.

"Artie, I won't ever do that, I love you, nobody else!" He assured him, and held him close.

"A-America..."

England turned around and looked at him with teary eyes as he wondered how he ended up getting such a caring partner. Sure he may be immature and kind of an idiot sometimes, but nobody is perfect.

"Art, I love you okay? Don't ever think otherwise," the younger said, and cupped England's cheek.

"I love you too," England smiled, and pressed his lips on America's in a deep, loving kiss.

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A/n:

Me: *NOSEBLEED*

Readers: *NOSEBLEED*

Me: AND EVERYONE'S GONNA NOSEBLEED-

Everyone else (non-fujoshi/fudanshi people): Nosebleed over what?

Me: Nothingggg... *runs*

Doitsu/Germany: VHY ARE JOU ABLE TO RUN ZHAT VAST VHEN JOUR NOT IN TRAINING!? *Struggling to keep up*

Me: BECAUSE YOU'LL SEE MY ITAGER IF I DON'T!!! *Runs to M&M's shop and hides*

Doitsu: VHAT ZHE HECK IZ ITAGER!?

Me: IT'S ITALY TOPPING YOU- I MEAN NOTHINGGGG...

~Bookworminalibrary (who died due to bloodloss while writing this XD)