Young and Reckless (Hetalia Fanfic)

CH24

"America!" Spain yelled into the crowd, he and Romano quickly trying to find the American.

"Hey, Tomato bastard!" Romano called out to Spain, Spain turned to face his Italian Friend pointing off deeper into the crowd. "I see the hamburger bastard!" Indeed he did, he saw the blonde attempting to get to the exit.

"America! Hey America!" Spain and Romano made there way to him, pushing through people.

"Oh, hey. Ya done sucking each others faces off?"

Romano blushed fiercely, mumbling curse words to himself.

"Uh, where you going?" Spain asked, changing the subject in order to save Roma from further embarrassment.

"Just leaving to get some air...." America sighed. Spain raised an eyebrow at how America was so out of character.

"Well, i think you should get England..."

"Why? Isnt he having fun with the others..." America asked, a hint of hatred.

"I..i..uh, you should really go and gte him..."

"Why?" America was soon realizing how Spain was being suspicious, making him worry.

"Oh for-a petes sake, just-a go get England before-a he gets-a raped!" Romano yelled, Spain sighed reliefs he didn't have to tattle on his Friends.

'Hes what!?"

'He drunk with France ad Prussia...." Americas face went into a pure angered look that scared Spain and even Romano.

"Imma kill them!" America yelled, racing through the crowd to find his love.

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"Honhonhonhonhon" France laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt. Prussia followed his move, taking off his own. England sat up on the bed, smiling drunkenly. He hick upped, his eyes drooping a bit.

"Vill he fall alseep? Cause zhat vould be unawesome.." France shook his head no, tossing his shirt aside.

"The pills were only supposed to numb him, not make him sleep. Its problem just from the Alcohol."

England blink multiple times, his mind slowly becoming un fuzzy. He was still loopy but his mind finally started to register what was going on around him. His eyes widened slightly but due to the pills they barley moved. 'bloody hell....why cant i move...' England mentally freaked, he tried to yell, but his mouth wouldn't open, all he could muster was a faint moan.

"Calm down England, your fine. Just relax, and enjoy yourself." France smirked, straddling England. England wanted to punch him in the face, but couldn't move his limbs.

"Ja, enjoy zhe awesome me..." Prussia growled seductively, sitting behind England and wrapping his arms around his waist. "Jou vill love it.." Prussia gently bit England's ear, causing England to flinch. Though he couldn't move, he could still feel!

"That American doesn't know what he is missing~" France whispered in England's ear, gently kissing his jaw line. England starred start ahead of him self, refusing to look at the other man. He wanted to break down and sob while punching him repetitively in the face.

"Kensesese, didnt know jou had a tattoo~" Prussia lifted England's shirt, exposing his tattoo more. "Lets just remove this, no?" France asked, helping Prussia pull of his shirt. England silently whimpered, he knew he was helpless and he knew what was coming. He couldn't escape from them, they had him under there control now. England tensed up when he felt Prussia lick the back of his neck.

"Vhy are jou so tense?" Prussia purred, using one hand to trace the tattoo and the other hooked around his waist.

"Oui, deep down you want us~" France pressed his bare chest to England's, connecting their lips. England's eyes teared up, right on the inside he was burning France alive and stabbing Prussia in the face. But on the outside he was silently crying for help, he couldn't speak or even look away! He wanted to die.

France took his chance as he slipped his tongue into England's mouth, using his hands to hold his head in place even though he couldn't move if he want too.

England let out an accidentally moan, his eyes drooping. He wanted to vomit so bad. To puke all over the Pervs face.

"France? Is it just me or is he sweating really bad?" Prussia asked. France broke the one way make out and put his hand on England forehead. He was indeed soaked with sweat, but he was also burning up.

'Are you feeling okay?" France asked. England started to feel dizzy, his vision blurring and his breathing becoming un even.

'Vhats vrong vith him?" Prussia asked as England head fell back, his eyes closed. "Did he fall asleep?!"

"N-Non..." France quickly jumped up, checking England's pulse. It was low and barely there.

"How many of those pills did jou jive him!?" Prussia yelled, freaking out as England unconscious, dying body lay in his arms.

"Uh.." France pulled the bottle out of him pocket, his eyes widening. The bottle was empty. "a-all of them..."

Prussia's face paled as he looked down at England. "He could die!?

"I didnt know!?"

'Your asses are mine!" America yelled, ramming the door down. "Imma kill your asses!"

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wow....sorry about that... my imagination went out there for a while.... yep.... Anywho~ The winner form last chapter is~~~

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