The Spell (A Usuk Lemon Fanfic)

chapter 1 (edited)

~third person pov~

"Shit" England whispered as he spilled a liquid of some sort on the table,
"I need that to complete the spell!"
England said as he started to clean it up.

"Iggy, are you here!" America yelled as he entered Englands house. He looked around but didn't see Arthur any where then, heard a shattering nose from the basement.

With his curiosity America opened the basement door and started walking down the stairs,
"Iggy are u down there?"
"Go away u wanker!" England yelled focusing on his spell.

America walked down to the basement noticing England cleaning the liquid that he dropped.
"Hey, what's that?" Startled, England dropped the napkin into the container he was using for his spell. His eyes widened,

"Alfred! Get back!" England ran towards America to get him out of the way, but it was to late.
The container England was using for his spell exploded filling the room with a heavy fog.
"Alfred..." England said caufing,
"D-don't breath it i-in" England collapsed only hearing the coughing of America...

*before america went to englands house*

America liked England but never had the courage to ask him out his self knowing, England didn't like him back.

*present time*

England woke up with a headache, remembering what happened before they had blacked out and looked around spotting America only a few feet away from him.

He crouched down next to the unconscious American and reached out his hand to touch him but stopped, 'what is this feeling' He thought with his heart beating fast.

America groaned as he started to wake up as England fell back. America sat up and looked at England and immediately blushed.
"H-hi Iggy" America hesitated, 'whats wrong with him' England thought as he got closer to America.

England reached out to touch America and suddenly was attracted (shits about to go down) to him. As for America he had even more feelings for England and couldn't hold it in anymore and launched himself on to England.

They fell back, America holding England's rist above his head with his knee in-between his legs,
"W-what are you doing you bloody wank-" He couldn't finish his sentince as his lips were against Americans own.

Hey guys am working on part 2 so dont worry