39Welcome to Day 30 — Doing Something Hot!
This one will be a lime, so it will not be very descriptive. I also want to keep this story at a T rating, so I'll work with what I can do. This'll probably be very short; sorry.
England couldn't really connect the thoughts and events that occurred after drinking a little—or a lot—more of the wine than he wanted to. He certainly remembered having a fun time with his boyfriend, America, before they both got drunk. The nation did recall talking about sports and Russia before things started to bleed into one another.
He placed a hand on his head, fighting through the horrid hangover he had and struggled to remember.
"Let's see . . . ." He furrowed his eyebrows, and then his eyes widened when he suddenly recalled more events.
He remembered drunkly and hurriedly stumbling up the stairs to his bedroom with America. He had been almost thrown onto the pale blue bed, his mouth immediately filled with his boyfriend's tongue, which he definitely remembered moaning at. Recalling his boyfriend's touch as his hands messily undid their clothing almost had him getting all hot and bothered again.
Ah, his touch . . . . The megane's fingers had seemed to know exactly where to go and where to touch, driving England up the wall. England remembered the strong feeling of pure, ardent lust and moans and pants and—agh!
England held his head as pain exploded in his skull. Dang it, maybe I should just remember it later. But it does sound like a bloody amazing night, though . . . .
His thoughts couldn't help but become immensely dirty as America shifted on the bed next to him. The blue-eyed nation groaned with pain as he sat up slowly, looking at England before sudden realization hit him.
"Hey, why are we naked?" America's thoughts were too clogged with pain to come up with the obvious answer.
"Why do you think we're nude?" England asked back before America blinked, and he suddenly understood.
"Hot damn! From what I remember, last night was one of the best sex that we've had. I don't think I'd mind doing that again." He hissed in discomfort. "Of course, minus the 'drunk' part. Ow, ow . . . ."
"What do you remember of it?" England asked, rubbing his head.
"I remember the part where I licked your ear a whole bunch. I hope I didn't get earwax on it! Talk about squick."
England chuckled at that, falling back down onto the bed. "And I was bottom again."
"Well, you're supposed to be bottom. Do you ever see a tsundere character being seme? I didn't think so."
"Stop calling me tsundere."
"But you are so tsundere! It's cute"—America, with a devious smirk, leaned next to England's ear—"but you're always such a screamer in bed."
"How can I not be with your 'mad skills', as you put it?"
America started laughing so much that it took a while before he could even breathe. "I'd never thought I'd hear those words pass your lips!"—America looked at his lips—"You have nice lips, by the way. Very kissable," he commented, winking.
"You can kiss me if you want."
"Awesome~" America hugged his still-naked boyfriend, kissing his lips.
"Are you still drunk?" England asked, muffled, when he noticed that it was far from chaste.
"Nah. You're just too erotic!" America spoke the truth—well, to him, at least—as he continued kissing his boyfriend ardently.
Okay. I'm done! Yeah, done . . . . Yippee? I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be happy about that, because I'm not certainly not. Anyway, I might start one for GerIta or something. The problem is, I don't really want to do GerIta. I can't do Spamano, because SadSassyFabulous is already doing that . . . .
Ardently means "excitedly or passionately", if you didn't know.