It was one of those days; the days where none of your clothes look right. With a sigh of frustration, you slammed your closet door shut and leaned against it, currently in nothing but your underwear. Your eyes drifted to England's open closet, and a slow smirk spread across your face. Why not? He wasn't home yet.

Five minutes later found you engrossed in book on the bed, wearing one of England's punk outfits.

"Love?"

You just about jumped out of your skin and looked up from the book.

"A-Arthur!" you stammered, cheeks flaring at the sight of your boyfriend staring down at you, grinning. "Y-you're home early!"

"Yes, love, I wanted to surprise you," he said, eyes traveling down your body. "And I see that I succeeded. A certain bad girl seems to have been in my closet again."

You blushed and put down your book. "Y-yeah . . ."

England smirked and got onto the bed beside you. "And just what do you have to say for yourself, love?"

"Oops?" you grinned.

He rolled on top of you, smirking wider. "Hm . . . try again, love."

You pouted. "That was a perfect answer."

"But it's not the one I'm looking for," he whispered, lips brushing over yours.

You shivered involuntarily. "I-Iggy, I –" you started to protest, but he cut you off with a kiss that you gladly melted into.

His hands slid down your sides to grasp the hem of your stolen borrowed shirt, and he pulled away just enough to mumble, "These are my clothes, love. Take them off."

You barely had time to blush before he'd pulled off your shirt and slid your pants down, tossing them both aside.

"Hey!" you squealed, then pounced on your boyfriend and wrestled him over so that you were on top. "If I have to take off your clothes, then you have to take off your clothes!"

Smirking amusedly, he allowed you to strip off his shirt and pants before he wrestled you back over. He kissed you again, sliding his hands around to your bra clasp this time. Your squeal of shock when he tugged your bra off was lost in the kiss, and you basically melted under his warm hands and lips as they proceeded to map out your body enthusiastically.

You broke the kiss and tugged at his boxers, somehow managing to wriggle out of your panties at the same time. He gently removed your hands and properly discarded the last piece of clothing that separated you from the pleasure you knew awaited.

"My, my, love, someone's excited~" he remarked, eyeing you dripping vital area.

You blushed. "So are you . . ."

Not wasting another second, he slid his member into your entrance, causing you both to moan, and started thrusting slowly. Your moans got louder as he picked up speed, and the familiar sensation of something building into a knot in your stomach started.

"I-Iggy, I'm g-gonna~" you managed to pant between moans.

"Me too, love~"

The knot broke, quickly followed by the amazing feeling of something warm spreading through you. The combined pleasure rendered you momentarily senseless.

By the time you'd gathered your wits back together, England had rolled over to lay next to you, stroking your hair and breathing heavily.

"Gentleman my ass," you told him, closing your eyes to catch your own breath.

"Now, love," he smirked. "It wouldn't be as much fun if I was a gentleman in bed, now would it?"

". . . probably not."