Mexicoxamerica storie

I'm a bad fanfic writer ok HOLY HECK THIS IS EWW

Young Britain may wear the crown, but he's stuck under the thumb of his parents, the former King and Queen, who keep him from being himself. Across the ocean in France, a charming guy with hidden desires is playing a risky game of power and affection with Britain, even though they're supposed to be rivals. On the other hand, Prince America is fed up with tradition and drawn to a servant girl, which feels like an impossible love. With an arranged marriage coming up and royal expectations weighing him down, he's left wondering how long he can defy his fate. It's all about choosing between duty and desire, and when the crown demands everything, will they break before they bend?

THIS IS A SHORT STORY!! Y e a h, E n j o y

"You know I hate you right?" "i hate you just as much" America grabbed Mexico's hips pulling him in closer, their lips fit together perfectly. His world opening up ten fold, harmony rang through his body, he felt like he was melting, his stomach filling with the sweet warm feeling, like a honey. He couldn't get enough, mexico tasted... amazing, he'd never felt so free, he never wanted to let go, even though he knew this would never happen again, yet mexico felt so perfect in his hands, everything seemed to fit. And this feeling of freedom felt like flying, and the world seemed to stop, ignoring the other countries watching, talking photos, and gossiping. It felt so new, he's never felt anything like it. ayyy my fic has made it's way to Wattpad for the girlies who don't wanna use ao3 :))