America had no idea what came over him. "It's hours from the settlement. You just got here. You won't even stay the night?"
Netherlands paused. He turned around. His eyes fell back on little Virginia, and he looked truly confused. America didn't know if he suspected the truth about the child, or if something else entirely was on his mind, but he nervously hoped Netherlands would guess about Virginia. He was tired of keeping this secret, and for all he knew, maybe if he told another country, they could get word to England that he really needed to visit his colony again, soon.
"Well--what's one night? I'd only spend it drinkin', back at the ship."
***
The country made no moves on the colony. America had to initiate everything. He didn't even know why he was trying to get into Netherlands's bed--the country intimidated America a little, and he hadn't liked doing this the first time he tried it.
At first he relied on his cuteness, saying he didn't like sleeping alone.
"So sleep with the other kid. She's in the right age range for you, isn't she?"
Miffed--he was young, but he did not look like a six-year-old!--America said, "You're older, I'd feel safer being with you."
"Stop being such a pansy and let me sleep. Goddamn, I should have gone back after all. Fuckin' children."
America took this as an invite and forced his way into Netherlands's bed. Netherlands rolled over, grumbled, and lay still. America didn't do anything for several moments, then tried groping the country.
Netherlands sat up, startled. "Kid--what the hell? How old are you, ten? Twelve?"
"I do this with England all the time," America lied.
"You do this...with England?"
"Yeah."
"All the time?" Netherlands sounded doubtful.
"Uh huh."
This seemed to change Netherlands's mind, and he let the colony go back to exploring his body. When he found out America didn't know what to do--England had rushed straight through to the sex--Netherlands took the lead, but he wasn't much better than America's guardian, though he did try to prepare America for what he intended to do.
At the first sensation of Netherlands's fingers entering him, America stiffened, briefly panicking. How the hell could this hurt? He'd given birth, even if that was years ago, a baby was a lot bigger than a few fingers!
Netherlands stopped, noticing America's tension. "You said you do this with England, what's the problem?"
"Nothing...nothing. He...didn't..." America tried to breath normally and gripped the bedsheets, willing himself to stop resisting the country's moves.
"He didn't do anything beforehand? Selfish jackass." As if wanting to prove he was better in bed than the other country, Netherlands started over, using only one finger. He went slowly and took a good deal of time to stretch America, gradually working in more fingers. Though he was trying to be careful, Netherlands seemed unused to being gentle; his attempts with America were painful to the colony, not pleasurable. It barely felt better than that time with England, and the only improvement was that America could at least breath easily after adjusting to Netherlands's fingers jabbing into him.
Netherlands took America's calmness for approval and removed his fingers. The heat from Netherlands's body warmed America's back as America pressed his face to his pillow, waiting for Netherlands to make the next move.
It was worse than he'd been expecting--America held his breath, clenched at the pillow, and was dismayed to realize Netherlands wasn't even in all the way.
The country swore, paused, pressed on. In jarring starts and stops, he forced himself into America.
America whimpered, wanting this over with.
Netherlands either didn't notice or didn't care. He started thrusting into America, the bumping pinning the colony into the mattress. He couldn't think straight to push Netherlands off; the country's swearing was scaring America senseless. He didn't know if the almost burning feeling of Netherlands's body felt worse than the burning he was inflicting, down below.
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Netherlands paused. He turned around. His eyes fell back on little Virginia, and he looked truly confused. America didn't know if he suspected the truth about the child, or if something else entirely was on his mind, but he nervously hoped Netherlands would guess about Virginia. He was tired of keeping this secret, and for all he knew, maybe if he told another country, they could get word to England that he really needed to visit his colony again, soon.
"Well--what's one night? I'd only spend it drinkin', back at the ship."
***
The country made no moves on the colony. America had to initiate everything. He didn't even know why he was trying to get into Netherlands's bed--the country intimidated America a little, and he hadn't liked doing this the first time he tried it.
At first he relied on his cuteness, saying he didn't like sleeping alone.
"So sleep with the other kid. She's in the right age range for you, isn't she?"
Miffed--he was young, but he did not look like a six-year-old!--America said, "You're older, I'd feel safer being with you."
"Stop being such a pansy and let me sleep. Goddamn, I should have gone back after all. Fuckin' children."
America took this as an invite and forced his way into Netherlands's bed. Netherlands rolled over, grumbled, and lay still. America didn't do anything for several moments, then tried groping the country.
Netherlands sat up, startled. "Kid--what the hell? How old are you, ten? Twelve?"
"I do this with England all the time," America lied.
"You do this...with England?"
"Yeah."
"All the time?" Netherlands sounded doubtful.
"Uh huh."
This seemed to change Netherlands's mind, and he let the colony go back to exploring his body. When he found out America didn't know what to do--England had rushed straight through to the sex--Netherlands took the lead, but he wasn't much better than America's guardian, though he did try to prepare America for what he intended to do.
At the first sensation of Netherlands's fingers entering him, America stiffened, briefly panicking. How the hell could this hurt? He'd given birth, even if that was years ago, a baby was a lot bigger than a few fingers!
Netherlands stopped, noticing America's tension. "You said you do this with England, what's the problem?"
"Nothing...nothing. He...didn't..." America tried to breath normally and gripped the bedsheets, willing himself to stop resisting the country's moves.
"He didn't do anything beforehand? Selfish jackass." As if wanting to prove he was better in bed than the other country, Netherlands started over, using only one finger. He went slowly and took a good deal of time to stretch America, gradually working in more fingers. Though he was trying to be careful, Netherlands seemed unused to being gentle; his attempts with America were painful to the colony, not pleasurable. It barely felt better than that time with England, and the only improvement was that America could at least breath easily after adjusting to Netherlands's fingers jabbing into him.
Netherlands took America's calmness for approval and removed his fingers. The heat from Netherlands's body warmed America's back as America pressed his face to his pillow, waiting for Netherlands to make the next move.
It was worse than he'd been expecting--America held his breath, clenched at the pillow, and was dismayed to realize Netherlands wasn't even in all the way.
The country swore, paused, pressed on. In jarring starts and stops, he forced himself into America.
America whimpered, wanting this over with.
Netherlands either didn't notice or didn't care. He started thrusting into America, the bumping pinning the colony into the mattress. He couldn't think straight to push Netherlands off; the country's swearing was scaring America senseless. He didn't know if the almost burning feeling of Netherlands's body felt worse than the burning he was inflicting, down below.