I Just Wanted an Eraser | UsUk one-shot

I Just Wanted an Eraser

England had spent the entire world meeting doodling unicorns on the side of his paper in an attempt to drown out everything that Germany had been talking about for the duration of the day. Usually he would've listened to Germany's excessive rambling about economic prosperity, but for some reason, he wasn't in the mood for listening today. Instead, he focussed on perfecting his doodling skills and trying to ignore the American who had been playing footsies with him the entire meeting.

"Meeting is dismissed. I will see you all next week for our meeting on climate change. Auf Wiedersehen." Germany spoke, shutting his binder as the other countries let out a sigh of relief. They were all bored out of their minds.

Grateful that the worst meeting of all time was over, England decided to head back to his hotel room. The meeting was in Vienna, so England decided he would stay over for a couple days before flying back to his home country. Austria was such a beautiful country that whenever England visited he always stayed longer than originally intended. Unfortunately, all the other countries were staying in the same hotel, so on the way home, he was surrounded by loud people.

As soon as the Englishman reached his hotel room he flopped down onto the bed face first and groaned. He was really tired and wanted to go to bed but it was only six o'clock. Getting up from his languid position, England picked up a laminated menu from the bedside table and read off the choices of beverage. Settling on a chamomile tea, he called room service and patiently waited it as he sat at his writing desk looking over the few notes he had taken at the meeting.

After a few minutes of waiting around and tapping his pencil on the desk, England heard a knock at the door. Desperately wanting to avoid the other countries in the hallway, England made sure to open the door half-way so that he could get his tea and avoid being seen at the same time. He really wasn't in the mood for conversation. Thanking the Austrian who had brought him the tea, he turned back into his room and opened his notebook, deciding to doodle a bit more as he sipped his drink.

Flipping open a new page, England decided to draw a green rabbit in front of Buckingham palace, obviously feeling a bit homesick as he looked out his window along the Danube. As he continued his drawing he erased and erased until his pencil eraser was useless against the paper. Annoyed and determined to finish his drawing, England reached into his bag to find another pencil or possibly even an eraser but found nothing. Instead of giving up, the stubborn Englishman decided to text America. He was pretty sure the American was staying a few doors down the hall, so he figured there wouldn't be any harm in asking for an eraser. Unlocking his phone, he opened America's contact and started a conversation.

England: Hey, are you in your hotel room?

America: Yeah dude, what's up?

England: Do you have a rubber?

America: Uh.. a what?!?

England: A rubber. I was hoping you had one I could use.

America: Um.. I wasn't expecting this but okay... I guess

England: See you in a bit.

America: Okay? See you soon...

As England slid his phone back into his pocket he furrowed his brows. That was weird. The American was never that awkward while texting. Shaking the thought out of his mind, England headed down the hallway on his quest for a pencil eraser. Knocking on the American's door, he smiled in an attempt to be friendly even though he was exhausted.

When the American opened the door, he was shirtless and incredibly red in the face. England looked down at his defined chest and then back up at him with widely concerned eyes.

"Um.. I think you forgot to button your shirt." England stammered, his eyes locked on the American's face in an attempt not to make eye contact with anything below the American's neck. England was in no mood to be staring at the body he had been teased with for so many years. The obviously nervous American tilted his head in confusion before buttoning his shirt and letting England into his room.

"I- um.. Well when you asked me for a rubber I thought..." the American began. The Englishman looked at him in confusion for a moment. All he wanted was a pencil eraser. What the hell was the American doing with his shirt unbuttoned? Wanting to get out of the room as quickly as possible, England quickly intervened.

"So... do you have the rubber?" he asked, looking at the now scarlet red man in front of him.

"Well.. yes." the American stuttered.

"Where is it?" England questioned, looking at the American like he had 15 heads. America looked like he had been caught off guard.

"Um- here." America spoke, holding up a gray-colored square with the word Trojan written all over it. England stared at it for a moment in confusion before a loud yelp escaped his lips.

"THAT'S NOT A PENCIL ERASER!" the Englishman yelled, backing away from the red-faced American.

"YOU ASKED ME FOR A CONDOM!" America yelled back, causing England to go red in the face.

"THAT'S NOT WHAT A RUBBER IS!" England whisper-screamed, hoping none of the other countries could hear them.

"In American English that's what a rubber is!" America explained, his voice lowering as he grew increasingly embarrassed.

"In British English a rubber is an eraser you git!" England shot back, his eyes wide and forehead a little sweaty.

"Oh."

"You thought I needed a condom!?? For what?!!? Why in the world would I ever ask you for a condom!?" England asked, tugging the collar of his sweater uncomfortably.

"Well I thought- never mind." the American spoke, hanging his head in shame. England's heart suddenly started pounding and his mind started racing as he realized what the American meant. After an awkward minute of red-faced silence, England decided to do something he never thought he had the courage to do.

"I mean- we could always just use it anyway." England suggested, the sound of his heart pounding in his ears as he let the risky words slip from his mouth. The American looked up in surprise before locking his blue eyes with the green of England's.

"I've wanted this for so long." the American said suddenly, his eyes filled with lust as he pinned England against the wall. England's lips curled into a smile before the American leaned in closer and closed the gap between them.

Feeling the American's soft lips against his own was something he had craved for so long and it was finally happening. The sexual tension between them had always been real, yet somehow avoided as they stayed friends for hundreds of years. Slipping his tongue into England's mouth, the American began to unbutton his shirt, flinging it across the room aggressively as he continued exploring the Brit.

As the American moved his mouth from England's lips to his neck, the Brit could feel his pants getting uncomfortably snug. Moaning at the little bites the American made on his neck, England ran his hand through the American's hair and held on for support. After eliciting a few squeaks from the Englishman, the American pulled away and pushed him onto the bed. Hovering on top of England for a moment, America smirked and once again held up the grey plastic square that caused this whole misunderstanding in the first place.

"I think it's time to use what you came here for."

~

After a night of wild fun and releasing of sexual tension, England woke up in a mess of tangled white sheets. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, the Brit stared at the ceiling to contemplate what had just happened. Looking over at the blue-eyed blond sleeping next to him, he chuckled.

"I just wanted an eraser."