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"What beautiful lights adorn the trees outside. Christmas really is a wonderful holiday." I sighed into my cup of freshly brewed Earl Grey and leaned back into my comfortable rocking chair. I remember my Christmas's with America and how we would sit around the fireplace and heat up chestnuts and drink hot cocoa. He was so adorable then, but has become stupid in the end.
"Japan really should stop encouraging America's superhero nonsense. Just take Switzerland's advice and bring out your own opinions. That way, you won't catch the contagious idiocy America is spreading around." I complained. It was true, though. America had some good ideas, but most of them sound so childish, I could dump my own tea in my own harbor. And I never waste tea!
"Yo! England! You drunk, bro?" America. UGH!
"What is it, you as*? It is seven below zero out there! Come inside!"
"MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
"Keep your voice down, the neighbors are sleeping! And why aren't you wearing more layers, Mama's not going to help you any more, you know. Learn to take more responsibility!"
America stepped into the house and took off his coat and scarf. He wiped his shoes on the carpet behind the door and took off his shoes.
"Yea, yea. Oh, hey! Can I have some of your hot cocoa? It is one of the only things you make that don't want to make me retreat into my room and hermit out my life." The b*stard sat on the couch.
"MAKE IT YOURSELF!"
"Sh. The neighbors are sleeping! Have you no self control, Iggy?" America's chuckles seemed to brighten the room. Then, he stopped.
I looked up at him with curiosity. What happened? His normally sparkling eyes narrowed and a small smirk played on his lips. His previously childish exterior faded into something different. I couldn't put my tounge on it, but I felt a little uncomfortable.
"Fine, I-I'll make the cocoa. Sit there." I hurried into the kitchen, his sudden change scared me.
I began taking out a pot and pour two mug fulls of milk into it. After turning on the heat, I began to stir slowly so that the milk does not harden (it has happened before, do not judge!). I went to take out the chocolate bars that I was going to melt and placed them in a small bowl. I took out another pot and boiled the water that I poured into it. Placing the bowl of chocolate pieces into the water, the chocolate began melting instantly. Once the milk boiled, I added the melted chocolate and continued stirring after turning off the heat under the water. Finally, I poured the drink into two cups and took out the whip cream.
As I held the whip cream, I accidentally pushed down on the little nozzle and broke it. Whip cream was flung everywhere, mostly on me, and I slid to the ground.
"What happened, Iggy?" America walked into the kitchen and his eyes widened. "What a mess."
His eyes narrowed again as he leaned down towards me and lifted my chin. America took one last look at me and licked the side of my face covered in whip cream. I gasped involuntarily at the action and struggled to get away, but America pinned me to the floor, holding my hands above my head with one of his hands, and cradled my thighs with his own, entrapping me. He breathed into my ear, bringing shivers to crawl up my spine and moved down to my neck. Kissing and suckling each piece of skin covered in whip cream, he gave another chuckle as I moaned.
I wriggled uncomfortably beneath him as he licked and sucked off all of the whip cream on my neck and collarbone, he came back up to my face and did the same. My green eyes, reddened cheeks, and parted lips were all his since I couldn't do anything about it. America pushed his lips onto mine and I leaned into the kiss from my position on the floor. He genuinely smiled as he licked my bottom lip for entrance. I granted permission and he quickly maneuvered his tongue in my mouth, leaving me a vulnerable and moaning mess.
America finally got off of me wearing a triumphant smile. He released my hands and took a look at my panting form.
"If you're not careful, Iggy, I might not leave after only eating the whip cream. Thanks for the cocoa, by the way. I got a meeting with the commie bastard about Alaska, so I'll see you in a couple hours. Wait for me, okay?"
He leaned down, again, by my ear and whispered so seductively. "We aren't finished here."
I was left on a ground of whip cream, messy clothing, panting and exhausted by the emotional action. That was America? I thought about that for a while as I got up and cleaned the kitchen. When a picture of America dominating and lusting over me like before came into my mind, my face was on fire and my knees grew weak. I only had several hours of relaxation before America came back, so I finished my cleaning, grabbed my hot cocoa, and watched Doctor Who.
I don't know if this was exactly what I wanted for Christmas, but I was glad to receive it anyway. I looked outside and saw Finland riding through the night on his sleigh.
This really is a merry Christmas, right?
To be continued . . .