Written for this prompt: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10530.html?thread=17933602#t17933602. I took a different interpretation of the prompt than the previous anon that filled, so I hope OP likes it.
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America, sitting on his bed, wondered what the hell was taking England so long in the bathroom. He’d only gone to brush his teeth, and he’d been in there for about ten damn minutes, and America was getting impatient. The last two times he’d visited were full of running here and there and as soon as they had some downtime England would fall asleep, or claim to have something to do…or anything, actually. But tonight, there was nothing. They were solely on vacation now, and England was taking forever.
He got up and wandered over to the door, knocking lightly. “Arthur?”
“You can’t come in right now! I’m changing!” England said through the door, sounding slightly panicked. America rolled his eyes and gently eased the door open so it wouldn’t squeak. England was giving his scale what could only be called a death glare as he stared at the numbers.
“Babe, what are you doing?” America asked in a voice that was more fondness than exasperation.
“I thought I told you not to come in!” England shouted at him, and it looked like if he could throw something, he would. America, rather unconcerned, wandered over to the scale at looked at the number: 182 pounds on the dot. England squeaked and covered it with his foot.
“What’s with you?” he asked, kissing England’s shoulder. He smacked him. “Ow, Artie!”
“You…you…insensitive git!” he said, crossing his arms, kind of awkwardly, like he was trying to cover his stomach under his shirt. “I’ve gained weight and all you can ask is ‘what’s with you?’?!”
“You’ve gained weight?” This was actually news to him, but then again he hadn’t seen England naked in quite a while, and to be honest, he hadn’t been looking.
He blushed, and looked to the side, muttering, “I’ve gained three stone two pounds.”
“Stone?” he questioned.
“It’s 14 pounds.” America quickly did the math in his head.
“So you’ve gained 44 pounds?”
“Yes, you stupid git!” he blushed, his entire face lighting up. America gave him a quick once over but couldn’t see anything with that very large t-shirt of his he was wearing. “And stop looking at me like that!”
“Well, if you did weigh 138 pounds before this, it couldn’t have been particularly healthy,” he offered. “And I always did think you needed to gain more weight.” England was far too bony to be healthy.
“You…you don’t care at all, do you?!” England yelled, swelling up like he was about let loose on a very long, anger filled rant when America covered his mouth with a kiss.
“Of course I don’t care,” he said, after pulling away. “I love you, don’t I? To be honest I really hadn’t noticed, but you’re making it hard to notice. So stop that, and stop being an idiot. Is this why we haven’t had sex in two months?” England didn’t answer, but from his expression, you could tell it was a yes. America sighed, and then scooped him up. “You are incredibly stubborn sometimes, you know?”
“Put me down!” England demanded, and America did on the bed and under him. “I-I didn’t mean like this…”
“Well, I did,” America all but purred, descending on him to give him a mindblowing kiss. “I want you.”
America then found his world turning, and suddenly he was on bottom, with England over him. “Idiot, I’m not going to sleep with you until I lose all this weight!” America sighed, realizing that England had missed the point. “It’s your bloody fault anyway. All the junk food I eat with you has caught up to me, not you, because you have some sort of freakish metabolism.”
[Part 6] God Bless Hamburgers [1/2]
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America, sitting on his bed, wondered what the hell was taking England so long in the bathroom. He’d only gone to brush his teeth, and he’d been in there for about ten damn minutes, and America was getting impatient. The last two times he’d visited were full of running here and there and as soon as they had some downtime England would fall asleep, or claim to have something to do…or anything, actually. But tonight, there was nothing. They were solely on vacation now, and England was taking forever.
He got up and wandered over to the door, knocking lightly. “Arthur?”
“You can’t come in right now! I’m changing!” England said through the door, sounding slightly panicked. America rolled his eyes and gently eased the door open so it wouldn’t squeak. England was giving his scale what could only be called a death glare as he stared at the numbers.
“Babe, what are you doing?” America asked in a voice that was more fondness than exasperation.
“I thought I told you not to come in!” England shouted at him, and it looked like if he could throw something, he would. America, rather unconcerned, wandered over to the scale at looked at the number: 182 pounds on the dot. England squeaked and covered it with his foot.
“What’s with you?” he asked, kissing England’s shoulder. He smacked him. “Ow, Artie!”
“You…you…insensitive git!” he said, crossing his arms, kind of awkwardly, like he was trying to cover his stomach under his shirt. “I’ve gained weight and all you can ask is ‘what’s with you?’?!”
“You’ve gained weight?” This was actually news to him, but then again he hadn’t seen England naked in quite a while, and to be honest, he hadn’t been looking.
He blushed, and looked to the side, muttering, “I’ve gained three stone two pounds.”
“Stone?” he questioned.
“It’s 14 pounds.” America quickly did the math in his head.
“So you’ve gained 44 pounds?”
“Yes, you stupid git!” he blushed, his entire face lighting up. America gave him a quick once over but couldn’t see anything with that very large t-shirt of his he was wearing. “And stop looking at me like that!”
“Well, if you did weigh 138 pounds before this, it couldn’t have been particularly healthy,” he offered. “And I always did think you needed to gain more weight.” England was far too bony to be healthy.
“You…you don’t care at all, do you?!” England yelled, swelling up like he was about let loose on a very long, anger filled rant when America covered his mouth with a kiss.
“Of course I don’t care,” he said, after pulling away. “I love you, don’t I? To be honest I really hadn’t noticed, but you’re making it hard to notice. So stop that, and stop being an idiot. Is this why we haven’t had sex in two months?” England didn’t answer, but from his expression, you could tell it was a yes. America sighed, and then scooped him up. “You are incredibly stubborn sometimes, you know?”
“Put me down!” England demanded, and America did on the bed and under him. “I-I didn’t mean like this…”
“Well, I did,” America all but purred, descending on him to give him a mindblowing kiss. “I want you.”
America then found his world turning, and suddenly he was on bottom, with England over him. “Idiot, I’m not going to sleep with you until I lose all this weight!” America sighed, realizing that England had missed the point. “It’s your bloody fault anyway. All the junk food I eat with you has caught up to me, not you, because you have some sort of freakish metabolism.”