England had thought that the sex would stop once America accepted he was pregnant. After all, once England realized he was up the duff he tended to run away and head off to a house miles away from society to wait for the baby to come.
America was different. Even the day that he ran away with his horse he came right back and pressed himself against England in a tight embrace. He didn't blame England; he wasn't angry with him. He just seemed sort of... empty. It was rather strange from England's point of view. After all, for him usually having a child was a way not to feel so alone.
Still, he did what he could to comfort the poor lad. Thankfully, often times it was rather nice for him as well.
Like, for example, the way that America was currently making eyes at him from across the supper table. He succeeded in suppressing his grin down to a sly smirk. Such a lewd thing he'd become in such a short amount of time! Of course, England was just as bad. There had been just as many evenings when he would reach out and pet America's cheek, pulling him in for a kiss and then slowly working him up to something more.
But for the time being he had to play the game. He pretended not to notice the look on America's face, instead choosing to focus on carefully slicing a piece of meat and bringing it to his mouth. He felt America's eyes on him, even though he turned his head to look out the window. He fought the urge to look back, to see America blushing as he watched him. England could never actually understand America's fascination with watching him eat, but he didn't mind. After all, it wasn't as though he was without his fair share of kinks and this one of America's was easy to exploit.
England was just glad that the servants left them alone after providing supper. It never did anyone any good to have rumors of sodomy or incest flying about, and he'd rather not have eyewitnesses for what humans would take to be incestuous sodomy.
"England?" America asked.
"Yes, darling?" England replied, turning back to face him.
"We're not even going to make it to the sitting room tonight, are we?"
England twirled his fork in his hand as though deep in thought, "I suppose you're right. It's a shame, too. I was hoping to seduce you by reading erotic poetry aloud this time."
America visibly shivered pleasantly, "Maybe tomorrow. I need you now." He set down his knife and fork
"You're awfully eager tonight. You've scarcely touched your food."
"I'm not hungry."
"America," England said sternly, "You need to eat."
He huffed, "I don't wanna."
"America, this isn't like you." This wasn't something he wanted to play around with. He stood and walked over to America's side of the table, "Your appetite is usually insatiable as it is, and now you have a growing child to feed." America's face fell at the mention of the baby, but England kept going, "It's more important that you get your nutrients now than it ever was before."
"Can't we talk about this later?" He squirmed uncomfortably.
That was no good. He had promised to protect America and that included from his own thick-headedness. Maybe England could get him to respond well to some coaxing.
"Come now, love, it's not all that bad." England pulled out the chair next to him and sat down, letting his eyes fall half-closed, "After all, I'm sure I can make this worth your while too..."
America blushed and sputtered, "W-what are you talking about?"
England grabbed America's fork and speared a piece of potato. He turned to him, making sure to let their knees brush and held it out to him, "Go on, be a good lad and open up."
America's blush grew even more intense as he dutifully opened his mouth and leaned forward to take the morsel.
A Year of Surprises [5a/12]
October
England had thought that the sex would stop once America accepted he was pregnant. After all, once England realized he was up the duff he tended to run away and head off to a house miles away from society to wait for the baby to come.
America was different. Even the day that he ran away with his horse he came right back and pressed himself against England in a tight embrace. He didn't blame England; he wasn't angry with him. He just seemed sort of... empty. It was rather strange from England's point of view. After all, for him usually having a child was a way not to feel so alone.
Still, he did what he could to comfort the poor lad. Thankfully, often times it was rather nice for him as well.
Like, for example, the way that America was currently making eyes at him from across the supper table. He succeeded in suppressing his grin down to a sly smirk. Such a lewd thing he'd become in such a short amount of time! Of course, England was just as bad. There had been just as many evenings when he would reach out and pet America's cheek, pulling him in for a kiss and then slowly working him up to something more.
But for the time being he had to play the game. He pretended not to notice the look on America's face, instead choosing to focus on carefully slicing a piece of meat and bringing it to his mouth. He felt America's eyes on him, even though he turned his head to look out the window. He fought the urge to look back, to see America blushing as he watched him. England could never actually understand America's fascination with watching him eat, but he didn't mind. After all, it wasn't as though he was without his fair share of kinks and this one of America's was easy to exploit.
England was just glad that the servants left them alone after providing supper. It never did anyone any good to have rumors of sodomy or incest flying about, and he'd rather not have eyewitnesses for what humans would take to be incestuous sodomy.
"England?" America asked.
"Yes, darling?" England replied, turning back to face him.
"We're not even going to make it to the sitting room tonight, are we?"
England twirled his fork in his hand as though deep in thought, "I suppose you're right. It's a shame, too. I was hoping to seduce you by reading erotic poetry aloud this time."
America visibly shivered pleasantly, "Maybe tomorrow. I need you now." He set down his knife and fork
"You're awfully eager tonight. You've scarcely touched your food."
"I'm not hungry."
"America," England said sternly, "You need to eat."
He huffed, "I don't wanna."
"America, this isn't like you." This wasn't something he wanted to play around with. He stood and walked over to America's side of the table, "Your appetite is usually insatiable as it is, and now you have a growing child to feed." America's face fell at the mention of the baby, but England kept going, "It's more important that you get your nutrients now than it ever was before."
"Can't we talk about this later?" He squirmed uncomfortably.
That was no good. He had promised to protect America and that included from his own thick-headedness. Maybe England could get him to respond well to some coaxing.
"Come now, love, it's not all that bad." England pulled out the chair next to him and sat down, letting his eyes fall half-closed, "After all, I'm sure I can make this worth your while too..."
America blushed and sputtered, "W-what are you talking about?"
England grabbed America's fork and speared a piece of potato. He turned to him, making sure to let their knees brush and held it out to him, "Go on, be a good lad and open up."
America's blush grew even more intense as he dutifully opened his mouth and leaned forward to take the morsel.