America and england got drunk, again.....

Ok, Start!

England, face still flushed from alcohol stared at Russia, taking in his face with a new appreciation. "T-then why aren't you sleeping with us?" His voice wasn't a whine, but genuinely curious, "I love you." He whispered the last bit and leaned over, attempting to kiss Russia's lips.

Russia could have died. No, no, England could not, this wants happening... Russai didn't move until he realized that she was in the room next door. He let a sigh of releafe come out of his mouth. Russai leaned over and nervously kiss Brittan.

England kissed his lover back eagerly, and, taking advantage of the fact that Russia was lying on his back on the floor, crawled on top of him. He rigorously pushed himself into the man, pressing their bodies close together. He pulled away briefly, green eyes flashing to say, "I love you," again quickly before capturing the others' lips once more.

Russia shifted away a bit nervously,hoping his sister woundt walk in, or here them. Russia went along with the kiss. "Brittan? Are you still drunk? He asked with a small smirk? Russia leaned over and looked at a sleeping America. "Wound t you want America over me?" He asked.
(should this be moved to lemon?)

(Mmm... no... I won't do anything explicit. )
"N-no! I'm not." England says, though it's untrue, "Why won't you tell me you love me Russia?" He pouted, batting his eyelashes at the Russian man underneath of him. He looked ready to cry as the thought of being denied shot through him again, making him whimper.

Russia had to admit that it was cute, but he had dealed with America like this before. "Fine! I give! I love you~" Russai said giggling, who was he kidding, England wount remeber what his own name was tomorrow, and be to hung over to care ther way.

England giggled and nuzzled his face into the crook of Russia's neck. He started rambling about different things excitedly and untucked his face from Russia as he did so, "D'you remember when I was a teenager and I was a pirate and..." He kept going on and on, eyes alight with happiness and bright with love and hope--very different from how he usually was.

Russia sighed and interpreted to listen the every word he said. He couldn't help but ask, "What was america like when he was a teen...?" he asked, knowing that i drunk enlgad would be a bad liyer. "Tell me~ come one!" Russai begged

England pulled a face, frowning a little and spoke with a hollow voice, all light dying from his eyes, "He was disrespectful, rebellious and argued with everything I said. He wanted nothing to do with me. He was so selfish and-and I had no idea what to do... I guess things got better when he freed himself from me." England's expression as sad and bitter. He swallowed a lump in his throat and laid his head back down, staying quiet.

Russia stopped talking, knowing that in these few words, he runic Brittan mode. He let England lay on him before picking him up and carring him back to his couch with America. Sitting himelf on the arm rest of the couch. "He loves you, though... "Russia said

England felt like his chest was being dissolved in some sort of acid, or maybe stabbed with pins. A dull ache made its way all the way to his throat and suddenly, he was crying. He was crying hard. He couldn't seem to stop. What am I doing? I haven't cried like this in years! He sobbed, leaning against Russia, shaking his head, "H-he wil alwa-ways love you more." He whispered to the Russian, feeling hollow.

Russia shiverd at the sound of sobbing. "YOur going to wake America, and you razed him! he loves you as much as me!: Russai tried to get him to quite down, glacing at America and back to the other again. "I think he loves you!" Russia tried to sooth him

"S-sorry.." England mumbled between his sobs, "I-it hurts R-russia..." He buried his face into Russia's neck and whispered, "M-make it st-stop." He cried against the Russian's neck, unable to nurse himself in his drunken state. Dammit! It's not Russia's fault... he didn't know that I kept that memory locked away for a reason! "H-he will al-always love you m-more." He repeated.

Russia picked England up, taking him in to a spot firther away from America, as to not wake him. Russia lifted englands head up with a finger. "He loves you, you were his big brother, he cares for you brittan..." Russia said, then leaing in and kissing britans hair. "Its ok..." He said

England whimpered again, "I don't want to be in love with him anymore! Please! Make it stop!" England clutched his head, as though trying to forget the terrible memory. "H-he left me a-alone." He whimpered again. "W-why? Why aren't I g-good enough? I-is there something wr-wrong with me?" He choked the words out through his tears.

Russia pasued, and kissed brittan, not letting him come up for air for a long time. "I think highly of you...." Russia said, hoping that he would stop crying, and that he would forget all of this. "America loves both of us! ITs ok! I love you!" Russia spat out, hereing the lound nose of the drunk engleshmen sobbing.

England continued to cry until he finally calmed down. He rested himself against the Russian man, feeling more calm than he had in a long time, "Do you really love me or are you just saying that because you think it will make me feel better?"

Russia paused before murring "Both" In to his ear, Russia was praying that he would forget this in the morning. "England, will you stop crying? You make me sad when you cry..." Russia said. Trying to no give him any ideas.

England slowly calmed down and stopped crying, "I love you Russia." He murmured, "I really do. I'm not just saying it 'cause I'm drunk... Well... I mean, I am. But I really do love you. I would never tell you so if I was sober though..." England admitted.

Russia shifted uncontrollably. This was going to far, He loved America, and now britan loves him? Russia lifted England and carried him back to America, now that he was good and quite. Russia leaned down and kissed and and then brittan and went to the bed, now the bela wanst here.
(im not sure how far we can take this without leaving bell and america in the dust.

America tossed, he was drunk and had his eyes closed but he had heard everything that they said, it was a bit hazy to him but he felt guilt that he made England feel like that, but not even sorry that he gained his independence. He wanted to stop being treated as a little brother and more as an equal. He love Russia too, how had to do most of his growing up alone and America was a bit grateful that he had England raise him. He loved both and when he heard their confessions to each other, he was happy, but also a bit envious, but the feeling would soon pass.

Russia prayed to hell and back the bella had not heard a word of that. He nervously tucked himself under the blanket. He shiver at the though of her getting mean at brittan. He winced at the though and soon began to drift off in to a nervose sleep.

England, not wanting to say anything more in his tired, drunken state. Instead, he snuggled up against America, looking for some warmth and comfort. He gave another small whimper, though it was only as he thought of the aftermath this confession might cause. He never wanted to say that, but now there was no going back. I hope America didn't hear..

America feigned sleep and a the smile on his face. He felt England and pulled him in wanting to never let go. He couldn't say he wasn't happy, the two loves of his life felt the same for him and each other, but something didn't seem right, but if he could love 2 people why couldn't they?