Hetalia oneshots

(Usuk)

America looked down at England, collapsed on his chest and still basking in the afterglow of their recent lovemaking. Normally, if America was even bothering to look over instead of closing his eyes and enjoying the absolute bliss, he'd be paying attention to how pretty England was: the pinkness all over his face and chest, the way that his ash blond hair stuck to his forehead because of the sweat, the sinewy strength of his limbs and how relaxed every muscle was. However, this time he was too anxious and just gnawed on the inside of his cheek.

"Come on, dude, pull yourself together! Heroes aren't supposed to get nervous!"

Of course, what was supposed to happen didn't usually happen when love was involved. His request was just so weird. Over the years, England had put forth many suggestions of how to spice up their love life (three that stood out were the tin foil, the ostrich plumes, and the kitchen whisk although they had both sworn not to speak of the last one again. Ever), but it had never been anything like this before. Yes, they had done historical role play before (Two of their favorite games were Pirate!England taking America captive and Paranoid!America forcing England to prove he wasn't a commie. With buttsex. Because that totally makes sense, but it made England happy and gave America a chance to top the hell out of his lover so whatever), but none of those had that element of wrongness that couldn't be removed.

It would be better if he just kept his mouth shut. This was the kind of stuff you secretly jerked off about when your boyfriend was an ocean away and you needed something to keep yourself busy with. It was the kind of stuff you dreamed of doing when your lover grabbed you by your tie during a break at a meeting and said, "What sort of filthy, dirty thing do you want tonight, boy? Because I want to attempt levels of sodomy that will make the devil himself cringe." It wasn't the kind of shit you actually did!
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But then England looked over with all sorts of concern on his face and said, "What's wrong, love? You look worried."

"I..." He looked away, "I donno, babe."

"You don't even know what you're thinking?" he propped himself up on his elbows, which were kind of pointy and dug into America's chest, "I didn't think you were quite that stupid."

America scowled, "I'm not. It's just that I..." he took a deep breath, it was okay. He was America. Still, he felt heat creeping up onto his cheeks,"I wanna try something tomorrow night."

"Alright," England pushed forward so that his face was only a few inches from America's, a devilish smirk appearing on his face, "What is it?"

He made eye contact with England, just for some reassurance. The other man was eager to hear the idea. Of course, kinky old bastard would have probably been happy to try damn near anything. This though…

Oh, come on. It was England. They'd been together for sixty years, and although sometimes it seemed like they'd break up and get back together for no reason (except for maybe the glorious makeup sex), they really did love each other. For all England talked down about America's culture, people, behavior, weight and everything else, even Italy could tell he didn't mean it. It was obvious that England loved everything about him, even though it probably wasn't quite as obvious as how much America loved him back. But it'd be okay. Even if England refused to do it, things would still be alright. America still flatly refused to cut him, England didn't have to-

"I want us to pretend I'm a colony again," America said.

England furrowed his impressive brow, "Would you repeat that? It almost sounded like you said..."

"I did."

England just stared. America was afraid for a moment that the other man was staring at him, dumbfounded by how he could ask something like that, but he realized England was staring more or less through him. Right now it was just shock on his lover's face, eyes wide and moth slightly agape. However, slowly his jaw closed, his brows went together again and his bottom lip stuck out in almost a pout. He was obviously giving this thought.