“[Name] I need you to-bloody hell!” England dropped his folder of papers when he seen you standing in front of the mirror in his old pirate outfit. He didn't want to admit it out loud, because that would be ungentlemanly of him, but you were one sexy pirate!
“Oh hello England, I found this in an old chest while I was cleaning. I hope you're not mad that I tried it on.” You said rubbing the back of your head, not noticing the slow advances that England was making towards you. When you finally took notice, it was too late. England hooked his arm around the back of your neck and crashed his lips into yours roughly. You gasped and his tongue automatically made its way into your mouth.
You couldn't help but moan and wrap your arms around England's neck while you were pushed over towards his bed. Pushing you down on top of the soft blankets, England was a the point of no return. He wanted his clothing off of you, and he wanted them off now. No matter how sexy they made you look.
So much for being a gentleman.
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