The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 15

I don't own Hetalia, if I did there would be so many couples it would be unbelievable!

{England's POV}

I turned on the water and sighed. I leaned against the shower glass, still in my boxers. I think I felt something for America, I was almost sure of it. But I didn't want to say anything, not after Oliver had said my fate was sealed. My mind started to wander as the room filled with steam, I snapped back to reality and got in the shower. I put my head on the shower wall and closed my eyes, wishing that things could be simpler. I realised that I still had my Union Jack boxers on, before I could take them off hands were placed on my shoulders.
"Mon amour~" I froze as I recognised the French accent. I turned around slowly and the hands left there position.
"What. The. Bloody. Hell. Are. You. Doing?" I growled.
"Having some fun mon amour" he placed his hands on my head, his thumbs resting on my temples.
"Why are you doing thi-" I could feel my face heating up. That damn frog touched my eyebrow. He was brushing his thumb along my left eyebrow. A small spasm ran through my body and my back arched slightly. My face displayed an expression of pure terror.
"N-No...I don't want t-this..." My voice was a whisper.
"Your mouth says no" he smiled as he grabbed my slightly hard member roughly "but this says yes" I moaned softly, repulsed by what was happening. This was France, I didn't want to be turned on by him but I couldn't help it. He really shouldn't of touched my eyebrows. That's why I'm so protective of them, not letting anyone shave or ruffle them, it would set off this reaction and I was helpless to stop it. He began to rub them both at the same time and I couldn't help but let out a loud desperate moan, my hips bucking.
"I know you like it Angleterre, I can make you feel good, not Amérique. He doesn't know how hard this makes you does he?" He grabbed my member again, he could feel my obvious erection through the thin boxers.
"Please...s-stop...don't w-want this" I said louder than before, trying to quieten the urge to kiss France. God, why did it effect me in this way, I honestly didn't care who it was as long as I could get some action. It made me feel sick knowing that it could be used as a weapon against me.
"Mon amour~" he whispered seductively in my ear, before licking my right eyebrow. That's when I completely and utterly lost it. I kissed him roughly, fighting for dominance, a battle that I won easily. I ground my hips against his, moaning loudly in the kiss. He continued to stroke my eyebrows, going as far as to tug and pull at them, I broke off the kiss and started to trail bites down his neck, breaking skin. I pressed him against the wall and looked him in the eye.
"I really...hate you f-for this" I was serious but couldn't tear myself away from him, I moaned loudly again.
"Yes Angleterre, I can tell" he took away his hands and started to slide down my underwear but I grabbed his wrists and shoved then above his head.
"You undress me when I tell you to" I growled. I was in control of this, not him. France gave me a surprised look that showed the tiniest hint of fear. I kissed him roughly again, thrusting my hips into his.
"Yo, Iggy! You seen France? He went to the bathroom but he's been gone a..." There was a deathly pause "Iggy...w-what are you doing to France?" I broke off the kiss and let go of Frances wrists, I turned around and was face to face with America: blue eyes full of tears and a broken expression. He looked down to my underwear and sighed sadly.
"Oh. I see how it is. You have feelings for him, not me" he looked up at me, his eyes boring into mine "why? I thought you cared about me. We shared something this morning. Something magical. You might not have noticed but I sure as hell did. I loved you. You broke my heart" by the end of his words his voice had broke and he had began to give out loud and breathy sobs. He left the room and I heard his loud desperate cries as he slammed the front door closed.
"Leave France. You've caused enough fucking trouble you bloody wanker!" I screamed at him, tears forming in my eyes. He gave me a triumphant look and followed after America.