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2P!America x Fem!Canada

Her red cheeks were utterly adorable.

"Damn," He smirked, eyeing her feminine form with obvious appreciation, "You're fucking sexy, you know that?" He placed a hand on her hip, which earned him a cute little squeak, "Bet you would look great on my bed with your legs spread."

Canada honestly felt like her head would explode from the sheer heat emitting off her face, "I-I don't think...!" She stuttered badly, feeling dizzy and lightheaded as he trapped her against the wall, forcing her thighs apart with his knee.

"I do love a good beat down, but it's nice to get on top every once in a while," Alternate Colour America smirked, stroking her long blonde hair with his calloused fingers, "What do you say, Babe?" He grabbed onto her curl, watching her shudder with hungry eyes, "Ever slept with a masochist before?"

"I-I... I'm not into men," Canada admitted, her indigo eyes darting away from raw embarrassment, "I really think I should find Emily." Of course that might be hard because she had ended up in this strange place because of England's magic.

"You might not be into men, but you're into America, aren't you?" His breath was hot on her ear and she shivered, "And it just so happens that I am America."

"I-I've never..." Canada was breathing so hard that she was almost hyperventilating, "With a man." She let out another squeak when his hand landed on her thigh and trailed up her short blue skirt.

"So this chick America of yours has never used sex toys with you before?" America wondered out loud, "Have you ever been penetrated with something other than fingers?" His hand was at the edge of her panties, toying with the cotton cloth.

Canada was sure that only the wall behind her and America before her were the only things keeping her upright, "Y-yes, but...!" She bit her lip when his hand landed on her generous breast and squeezed.

"It doesn't matter what form America comes in, does it?" The dark nation murmured in her ear, "Just like it doesn't matter what form Canada comes in for me. All Canadas are mine, including you, Maddie."

Canada let out a deep breath and her hands hesitantly rested on his back. What he was saying was true, she had never felt desire for any male before, but she couldn't deny it that she wanted him in the same way he wanted her.

She wanted America in any form possible.

"You'll help me find a way home later?" Canada asked quietly and America stared at her for a moment and finally nodded.

"I can't wait to see your pretty hair all spread across my sheets," America licked his lips in anticipation and easily picked up the female nation in his arms, "You've got one hell of a night to look forward to, Maddie. I can't wait to hear you scream my name."

The night was only beginning.