Forgive Me ~Hetalia~

Chapter 13

•I don't own Hetalia, if I did I wouldn't be writing this.

England awoke to the sound of snoring, America had latched into him and held him in an iron grip. America snored surprisingly loud for looking so young, he had never snored when he was a colony. England stared at the ceiling for a while before trying to remove America, he failed. Eventually America loosened his grip and England was free, he carefully got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door. He undressed and stepped in the shower, glad to have a moments peace, he had gotten so tired caring for America and was happy to have some time to himself, even if it was just a shower. England closed his eyes and ran his hands through his wet hair, frowning slightly at the strange feeling he had. His mind started to wander and he thought of what he was like years ago, when he was a pirate. Everyone feared him and he always got what he wanted, everyone was scared to refuse him. He did miss being a pirate, it was one of the best parts of his life, he was never without company, male or female, and he was much better looking than he was now. He remembered some of his more...intimate 'encounters' and felt his member harden slightly at the memory. He blushed in embarrassment, his wasn't befitting of a gentleman. He opened his eyes and jumped back slightly.
"America! What are you doing in here!" England yelled, America was just standing there, staring at him with a smile on his face.
"Can I come in?" He asked, not waiting for an answer as he removed his clothes, with some difficulty, and stepped in the shower. England backed up against the shower wall.
"America, what are you doing?" He asked, very puzzled about why America would want to join him.
"Showering" America said simply as a small amount of bloody tricked down his leg.
"What's wrong?" England asked, pointing to the blood that had started to mix in with the water and flow down the drain.
"Must be left over from France" America said carefully, he placed a hand on his stomach. "When do we tell the others?"
"We can tell them later, they'll judge me for messing up again and they'll obsess over you"
"Mess up?" America said curiously, staring at England. England sighed, realising he had just said the wrong thing.
"Before this happened to you, I messed up while raising you. You wanted to be free from me and you succeeded, you hated me and I loved you, unconditionally. It made me weak because I didn't want to hurt my baby brother..." England started to cry, the tears flowing down his face. America sat down on the shower floor, hands between his legs as sighed. He had made England cry, why did he do that? Why did he make him cry? His shoulders started to shake and England noticed. He kneeled down in front of America, a hand resting on his shoulder.
"Don't be sad about it America, we have the chance to change it now, you don't remember it so it's okay" he smiled and wiped away his tears with his free hand. America nodded and tried to get up, he slipped and fell backwards onto England, sending him into the wall as a sharp pain spread through America.
"Ow!" He screamed as he tried to move away but was stuck in place. England groaned in pain, his head had been smacked against the wall.
"Bloody hell" he muttered as he realised what had happened.
"It hurts!" America cried as he tried to move away but a pain spread through him.
"Don't move!" England said seriously. America craned his head back to see England. He was blushing bright red and had an awkward look on his face.
"What's wrong?" America whimpered.
"It's stuck. Oh my fuck it's stuck. Dammit!" England cried. America felt behind him to see what was keeping him from moving and froze. He was stuck. England's member was stuck in him. Why?! He tried to move again about was unsuccessful, he was too tight and dry. There was only one way to get free.
"England" his voice a whisper "you have to, ugh, you know...". England nodded although America couldn't see it, he knew why he had to do and was repulsed by it. That was his little brother! He really did not want to do this. England tried to move and get free but when he heard Americas painful cries he stopped, he only had one choice.
"Please hurry! It hurts" America pleaded.
"I can't just do it! I'm not turned on enough and your my little brother!"
"I don't care just do it!" America screamed when England tried to get free again. England muttered under his breath and closed how eyes, trying to ignore the squirming and crying American. He filled his head with arousing thoughts after what seemed like an eternity and slowly began to thrust, careful not to make America cry out. After a few minutes England had built up his arousal enough and came, quickly pulling out, washing his member and running out of the bathroom, grabbing a towel on his way out. America stayed in the shower longer, washing himself off and wincing in pain, he rubbed his stomach and sighed. Things weren't going so well for him as of late. After another 10 minutes under the water he got out and wrapped a towel around his waist, before sitting on the cold bathroom floor and silently crying. He didn't deserve all of this, he had a baby that France didn't want, he couldn't raise it by himself, and he didn't think England would help either. He wiped away the tears before leaving the bathroom, a small fake smile plastered on his tanned face.

I know this was weird but oh well!
This was created by me and mlphetalialuv so I hoped you've enjoyed it so far! ^_^