I'm sorry OP! I tried, but I'm still new to writing smut.
America could imagine how flustered England probably looked right then. Bored he had called England to talk. Somehow their conversation had ended with them talking about France’s perverted calls to the other nations. That’s when America had started to jokingly say perverted things. It had started as a game, but America had to admit he was starting to get a bit hot.
“Alfred, stop that! This is wrong.” England yelled through the phone. But England didn’t sound angry anymore. He probably was enjoying this even more than America was. That old man was such a pervert.
“England, I want to take you over the meeting room’s table.” England gasped. “Wouldn’t you want me to do that to you? Maybe on France’s side, he’ll never know.”
“Ah—America.” America grinned. Pervert indeed. He wished he could actually see England right there. “Please.” England wasn’t yelling at him anymore. That was definitely a plead for more.
America quickly continued, “I would love kissing that pale neck of yours, lick right below the earlobe. France told me how much you liked that.” For someone who’d never done anything like this before America was pretty good.
“I bet you’ll start panting, beg me to give it to you ha—I seem to be getting an incoming call. Hold on England.” America said cheerfully, ignoring the other’s protest.
“Mattie!” America began to unbutton his shirt. After all that he was feeling hot. Hopefully Canada would hurry up. He really wanted to get back to his previous call. “What’s up bro?”
“Al, I wanted to make sure we’re still up for that hockey game.” America remembered after a painful defeat in baseball, Canada had asked him for a game of hockey. America had accepted. It was another opportunity for him to be awesomely victorious again.
“Of course I’m up for it Mattie, next weekend right?” America began to tap his fingers. ‘Hurry up.’ Any other day he would have loved talking to his brother. But there was something interesting to get back to.
“Yes Now Alf—.” Canada began, but America cut him off.
“Sorry Mattie, but I have to go.”
America hanged to return to the other call. He quickly began again. “Sorry for taking so long love.”
“Ame—“
“Hush love. Let us get back to our fun.” America couldn’t believe England was still protesting. America was sure he had started to enjoy it.
“We’re in the meeting room.” America began again. “We’ve removed our clothes, discarded them to the floor. We take a good look before we finally begin to kiss. We fight for dominance before I push you over the table.”
America’s hand finally flipped inside his pants. “We moan each other’s name, still kissing. Finally our hands begin to trail down our bodies, memorizing with our fingers every curve, every old scar.”
America began to stroke himself. Not bothering to hide his moans. By the reaction coming from the phone America was now sure it was starting to have an effect.
“You are beautiful, perfect. I can see you are ready for the actual fun. Sweaty and marked by me.” America had a perfect picture of it in his head. He wouldn’t have minded
“My finger slips inside as I start preparing you. You’d never wanted anymore this much before. Once I’m sure you are ready. I remove the fingers, replacing them with my much larger and ready cock.” Finally there came a soft moan and America was sure he had him.
“I begin to move slowly, but soon you ask for it harder. I comply, enjoying the tightness.” There was a soft moan that did not come from America. America’s fingers tightened around the base of his cock. He imagined they weren’t his own, but someone else’s.
“You finish first and then you move down, trailing down until your mouth encloses around my hard member.” America moaned. He was so close. Why wasn’t England saying anything/ He’d been a lot more talkative before? “Say something, I want to hear your voice.”
“America really—“
“But—I wait!” America finally heard the voice, he finally noticed something wrong. Something was very wrong. The accent, the tone it didn’t sound like England. Why did England sound so much like Canada?
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“Oh god!” It was the only think America could think of. How could he have been so stupid not to notice? “Canada?”
“Hello America.” America couldn’t say anything. Of all the embarrassing things that could have happened to him, this had to be the worse. “That was such an interesting conversation. I see you got something from France after all.”
America’s face heated up immediately. “Yeah, I guess.” America tried to laugh, but he could even manage that.
“Canada I’m sorry,” America began. He needed to try and fix this. “I had no idea.” Next time he would make sure he had the right person. Not that he thought there would ever be a next time. This was just too embarrassing. He wouldn’t dream about trying it again.
“I tried telling you.” He had. America needed to listen better. He would never be able to look at Canada in the eye after this. If it got out, everyone would be making fun of him. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” Canada said, almost reading America’s thoughts.
America noticed a slight humor in the other’s tone. At least it didn’t sound like Canada was angry. “Thank you.” It was the only thing he could say.
“We’re still up for that game right?” America nodded, and then remembering Canada could exactly see him said that yes it was. Not that he would be able to concentrate on it. “America?”
“Yes?” America was afraid of what Canada had to say. Maybe he’d changed his mind. He wouldn’t want to be friends with him anymore.
“If you ever,” Canada stopped to take a quick breath, “want to try and do something like this again, I wouldn’t mind.
“Eh?” America would have dropped the phone right then. His mouth hung wide as he tried to think over what he’d just heard. “Canada?” the line was dead.
This had turned into the strangest (or greatest) day ever for him.
The phone rang again. America picked it up, it was England. “Bloody hell, what happened? I was waiting for you to call back.” America couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s a long story.”
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Although I'm left wondering if America can make three-way calls, because I'm pretty sure Canada would be cool with that, too. And England's England, so yeah! LOL
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-10 02:09 am (UTC)(link)America could imagine how flustered England probably looked right then. Bored he had called England to talk. Somehow their conversation had ended with them talking about France’s perverted calls to the other nations. That’s when America had started to jokingly say perverted things. It had started as a game, but America had to admit he was starting to get a bit hot.
“Alfred, stop that! This is wrong.” England yelled through the phone. But England didn’t sound angry anymore. He probably was enjoying this even more than America was. That old man was such a pervert.
“England, I want to take you over the meeting room’s table.” England gasped. “Wouldn’t you want me to do that to you? Maybe on France’s side, he’ll never know.”
“Ah—America.” America grinned. Pervert indeed. He wished he could actually see England right there. “Please.” England wasn’t yelling at him anymore. That was definitely a plead for more.
America quickly continued, “I would love kissing that pale neck of yours, lick right below the earlobe. France told me how much you liked that.” For someone who’d never done anything like this before America was pretty good.
“I bet you’ll start panting, beg me to give it to you ha—I seem to be getting an incoming call. Hold on England.” America said cheerfully, ignoring the other’s protest.
“Mattie!” America began to unbutton his shirt. After all that he was feeling hot. Hopefully Canada would hurry up. He really wanted to get back to his previous call. “What’s up bro?”
“Al, I wanted to make sure we’re still up for that hockey game.” America remembered after a painful defeat in baseball, Canada had asked him for a game of hockey. America had accepted. It was another opportunity for him to be awesomely victorious again.
“Of course I’m up for it Mattie, next weekend right?” America began to tap his fingers. ‘Hurry up.’ Any other day he would have loved talking to his brother. But there was something interesting to get back to.
“Yes Now Alf—.” Canada began, but America cut him off.
“Sorry Mattie, but I have to go.”
America hanged to return to the other call. He quickly began again. “Sorry for taking so long love.”
“Ame—“
“Hush love. Let us get back to our fun.” America couldn’t believe England was still protesting. America was sure he had started to enjoy it.
“We’re in the meeting room.” America began again. “We’ve removed our clothes, discarded them to the floor. We take a good look before we finally begin to kiss. We fight for dominance before I push you over the table.”
America’s hand finally flipped inside his pants. “We moan each other’s name, still kissing. Finally our hands begin to trail down our bodies, memorizing with our fingers every curve, every old scar.”
America began to stroke himself. Not bothering to hide his moans. By the reaction coming from the phone America was now sure it was starting to have an effect.
“You are beautiful, perfect. I can see you are ready for the actual fun. Sweaty and marked by me.” America had a perfect picture of it in his head. He wouldn’t have minded
“My finger slips inside as I start preparing you. You’d never wanted anymore this much before. Once I’m sure you are ready. I remove the fingers, replacing them with my much larger and ready cock.” Finally there came a soft moan and America was sure he had him.
“I begin to move slowly, but soon you ask for it harder. I comply, enjoying the tightness.” There was a soft moan that did not come from America. America’s fingers tightened around the base of his cock. He imagined they weren’t his own, but someone else’s.
“You finish first and then you move down, trailing down until your mouth encloses around my hard member.” America moaned. He was so close. Why wasn’t England saying anything/ He’d been a lot more talkative before? “Say something, I want to hear your voice.”
“America really—“
“But—I wait!” America finally heard the voice, he finally noticed something wrong. Something was very wrong. The accent, the tone it didn’t sound like England. Why did England sound so much like Canada?
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-10 02:10 am (UTC)(link)“Oh god!” It was the only think America could think of. How could he have been so stupid not to notice? “Canada?”
“Hello America.” America couldn’t say anything. Of all the embarrassing things that could have happened to him, this had to be the worse. “That was such an interesting conversation. I see you got something from France after all.”
America’s face heated up immediately. “Yeah, I guess.” America tried to laugh, but he could even manage that.
“Canada I’m sorry,” America began. He needed to try and fix this. “I had no idea.” Next time he would make sure he had the right person. Not that he thought there would ever be a next time. This was just too embarrassing. He wouldn’t dream about trying it again.
“I tried telling you.” He had. America needed to listen better. He would never be able to look at Canada in the eye after this. If it got out, everyone would be making fun of him. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” Canada said, almost reading America’s thoughts.
America noticed a slight humor in the other’s tone. At least it didn’t sound like Canada was angry. “Thank you.” It was the only thing he could say.
“We’re still up for that game right?” America nodded, and then remembering Canada could exactly see him said that yes it was. Not that he would be able to concentrate on it. “America?”
“Yes?” America was afraid of what Canada had to say. Maybe he’d changed his mind. He wouldn’t want to be friends with him anymore.
“If you ever,” Canada stopped to take a quick breath, “want to try and do something like this again, I wouldn’t mind.
“Eh?” America would have dropped the phone right then. His mouth hung wide as he tried to think over what he’d just heard. “Canada?” the line was dead.
This had turned into the strangest (or greatest) day ever for him.
The phone rang again. America picked it up, it was England. “Bloody hell, what happened? I was waiting for you to call back.” America couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s a long story.”
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-10 05:46 am (UTC)(link)Although I'm left wondering if America can make three-way calls, because I'm pretty sure Canada would be cool with that, too. And England's England, so yeah! LOL
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-10 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)