Confessions of a Nation (Hetalia fanfic)

America

Spain had spun the bottle, which apparently pointed at America.

He bursted out laughing, he couldn't breathe at all.

"Oh, man!" He laughed. "At the time that I started this game, my God! And at the time that Iggy Brows had said something! Oh, shit!"

He wiped a tear away and sighed heavily. "Yeah, the hero has nothing to say, not even one."

"Zhat's impossible!" France scoffed. "Surely you have, mon ami!"

"No," America scoffed. "Like I said, nothing."

England groaned. "Oh, for God's sake, just say what you have to bloody say, you git!"

"Like what?!" America sighed. "I have nothing!"

"Uh, yeah you bloody do!" England scoffed. "What about that time we shagged each other, eh?! Or, in your language, had sex!!"

Everyone gasped and stared at the Brit next to America.

"Ohonhonhonhon~" France laughed. "Had sex, no?"

England gulped and blushed, so he his behind America.

He grasped onto his lean arms. "Help me, you bloody git..."

America laughed and looked at England. "Ah, its okay, bro!"

He kissed England softly, while he kissed back.

England nodded and still hid behind America. "I-If you say so, America."

"Okay!" America grinned from ear to ear. "So, this how that all happened!"

~~

"Once, Iggy and I were in a club. But, you know him, once he sees beer, he drinks it instantly. He drank a few bottles, and he was drunk. While we were dancing on the dance floor, he began to grind against me. He whispered in my ear, 'How about we do it somewhere...decent?' He then pulled me by my arm, and pulled me into his car. We drove to his house, and he pulled me into his room. I was really surprised, but, to be honest, I was as horny as he was! So, it was okay for us to fuck, because we were both horny! And, you know what happens! So there you go!"

~~

America ruffled England's hair and smiled softly. "Its done, England. You can sit next to me again."

England nodded and sat on his spot, and was soon kissed by America.

"We can do it at home after this." America whispered at England. "If you want, that is."

England smirked. "Sure, why not. Let's shag."

"Okay," Germany sighed. "Cut zhe crap. Spin zhe bottle, America."

"Yeah, yeah, whatevs." America smirked, but he kept his eyes locked on England's.

He grabbed the bottle and spun it.