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Yaoi! Hetalia (Lemons)

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Lilium_Floris
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This is my first yaoi (lemon) I have written, special thank you goes out to Lilium_Floris for suggesting it for me. I hope it meets your expectations and I hope to get better =)

England sat behind his desk and dragged his pen across the paper. He sighed, eyeing the huge stack of sheets he still had to read and fill out. He ran a finger around his collar, trying to cool down. Was he coming down with a fever? It did seem abnormally hot in his office... He dragged himself out of his chair and shut the blinds, cutting off most of the light in the room and leaving him in the shadows. Sighing, he fell back into his leather chair and continued working.

Not long afterwards his office door burst open, welcoming an over energised America into the room. The door swung shut behind him as he pranced over to England.

"England, are you still working?" America whined. 

"Yes." He replied, not looking up from his papers. America watched him for a moment, noticing how worn out he looked. His silence didn't last long as his hand landed on the paper England was trying to sign, covering it completely. England looked up.

"Excuse me?" He asked, annoyed that his friend was disrupting his work.

"England, you look exhausted. Take a break, have some fun, stop stressing!" America grinned, his blue eyes shining in the dark. 

"No, America. I have to get this work done; the sooner I finish the sooner I can have a break. Now please, for the love of Christ, leave me alone." He groaned irritably. America frowned and stood silently for a moment. England grew suspicious, worried about what he was plotting. He found out soon enough when America swung himself over the desk, landing on England's lap, straddling him. England couldn't help but blush a deep red as he noticed the position they were in. America, on the other hand, simply grinned.

"Come on, England..." America whispered seductively, "Let's have some fun." His hands trailed down England's chest, wiggling under his suit and touching his bare skin. England shivered; his hands were welcomingly cold against his hot body. 

America leaned in, his breath tickling England's face and making his back arch slightly, pushing their bodies closer together. He snickered, feeling a bulge already forming in his friends’ pants. 

"Enjoying yourself?" America murmured, his breath brushing England's lips. England blushed violently and looked away, pressing his hands to America's chest. 

"N-no. I have work to do, America. Stop." He tried to push his friend off. America didn't like him like that, did he? Surely not, he just wanted someone to cure his never-ending boredom. That was all. Still, England didn't like how his body was reacting, and his mind, too.

America looked down, dropping his hands. England tilted his head.

"America, are you okay?" His friend didn't respond. England grabbed his shoulders, shaking him. "America, listen too me. What's wrong-" 

Before he could finish America's lips crashed against his, full of eagerness and passion. England was too taken aback to react properly, soon he had the courage to move into the rough kiss and it deepened, causing his body to shiver. One of America's hands grazed his cheek, pulling him closer. England ran his hands through America's short brown hair, he could feel America's grin through the kiss, his friends tongue grazed across his lips begging for entrance which the British boy denied. America unbuttoned England’s shirt, revealing his hardened chest which he began tracing up and down with his fingers. 

Suddenly, a hand yanked on his pants' zip, tugging it down. England gasped and America took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, exploring his mouth. For a brief moment they fought for dominance, pushing back and forth even though America had already won.

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