[ Fanfic] Summer Camp Day 15

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Title: Hot Spring

Author: Snowshoe

Words: 1148

Theme: Day 15 – Hiking/Camping

Rating: T due to allusions to sex

Summary:

England was furious that America had misled him with this camping trip. Perhaps America can make it up with a little surprise?

 

 

 

It was hot, very hot, unnervingly hot, annoyingly hot, boiling hot, bloody hellish hot. Sweat trailed down his temples, got caught by his eyebrows ( they had once acted like a kind of sponge but now they were to dripping wet and let the liquid escape), trailed down his face, made his clothes stick to his back, bloody hell, it was even lubricating the crack of his ass! Additionally his muscles ached from constant overuse and his joints hurt. He hadn't had a cup of tea for two weeks now. To make a long story short, England was not a happy camper and pissed off as all fucking hell. And America was to blame – like always when something went wrong in England's life ( except for the times it was that froggy France).

 

This had been supposed to be a short, tiny vacation. At least he thought that was how America had explained it. They would stay out at a tiny forest , camp for one, maximally two days and they would be able to find intelligent civilization within half an hour if they needed it.

 

He definitely hadn't thought that the time spent camping would stretch itself to two weeks now and there was no end in sight. Also the next phone – even one of these ancient ones – around one hundred kilometers away. And he was alone with America the whole time in a wilderness beyond words which wasn't good for his libido and self-control not to mention his ability to keep himself from strangling the other within an inch of his life.

 

And – to make it worse – the wanker was in high spirits the heat either not affecting him or he was used to it. Coupled with the torture that was climbing a steep mountain he was annoyed, exhausted due to the strenuous effort and would love to pour his frustration into harping on America.

 

Unfortunately he didn't have breath to spare to do it. Instead he quietly followed the young nation that was hopping and skipping in front of him sending a burning glare at his back all the while.

 

 

Astonished Arthur stared at Alfred who had pulled two jackets of his out of nowhere.

 

From one moment to next the insufferable heat had vanished and the unimaginable cold had crept up on them. Besides their surroundings had gone from the warm green colors with colored leaves on the ground covering their trail to a cold, dark green ornamented with drop crystals out of freezing ice.

 

England was so shocked that he didn't even notice that America had wrapped his jacket around him and was dragging him along babbling on and on all the way. The process of his de-shocking was slow and sluggish and the same could be said for his realizing of the world around him.

 

“ .. st a little further, England, not long now. There we will rest for the night because I wanna show you something and it's awesome!”

 

Then he sighed.

 

“ Well, this is the last time we will sleep on the ground for this vacation since we are near a little town. Yet we wouldn't manage to reach it by nightfall so we'll stay at the place I talked about just now.”

 

He struggled to find his voice and when he finally could speak it was with a strangled, rough voice.

 

“ Don't you think I have something better to do than listen to you?”

 

It was a reflex to respond to America with a insult on his lips, what could he say? Otherwise he would have proclaimed his love blooming for more than two hundred years for his rebellious ex-colony and now that would wipe out his entire pride and dignity.

 

A scowl answered him before an overconfident smirk was placed upon it which irritated and scratched at his temper begging him to explode. But England had more poise than that, he would behave like a complete gentleman and refuse any vacation America planned from now on.

 

So he was baffled when they stood in front of a cave and America steered him inside without warning. The walls were adorned with strange stone forms and stalagmites winding themselves up from the ground and stalactites hanging from the top.

 

“ Look, look there!” America shouted excited and he could practically see the dog tail wagging like crazy and the ears standing upright. The other clearly expected him to be impressed by the sight they had stumbled upon.

 

And he was. His breath hitched as he spied the even ground and the steaming hot springs beside them. From their raw state and the hissing steam coating the walls with layers of water rolling down in drops he knew it was a natural hot spring, not an artificial one made by human hands.

 

“ You like it, don't ya? It's so cold outside now that a hot spring sounds good, right? Right?” The American bounced up and down while he sometimes just wiped back and forward on he heels of his feet. England could only wordlessly nod his head.

 

Within just a few short minutes they had stripped themselves naked and entered the hot water. As the relaxing liquid soothed the pain in his tired muscles he let out a satisfied moan. It was simply heavenly and he couldn't help letting out other little noises as the exhaustion was washed out of his body until he could be compared to a limp rag-doll.

 

When a growl echoed through the cave he was hard-pressed to open his eyes further than to slits in fear of encountering an animal that wanted to claim this wondrous home as his own. But wherever he looked he saw no wild beast and the growl had been too near to come from somewhere out of his sight.

 

Only when his neck was grabbed by a strong hand and he was pulled to the lips of another being along with his whole body he realized that America had been the origin of the noise. A sharp tongue was wriggled into his mouth and played with his.

 

As soon as they had no breath left America distanced himself a bit from him while simultaneously lifted England's body onto his lips. Then he rasped with a heated voice dripping lust and desire and sex that made the Briton shudder in want.

 

“ Damn you! If you hadn't made those seductive sounds. Now you'll have to pay the price. I'll apologize later.”

 

During saying that he had interrupted himself several times with huffs, panted breaths and licking and nibbling at his ear shell. And then they descended into the madness called desire and love and sex.

 

While they recovered England thought that if every camping trip ended in the releasing of the unresolved sexual tension between America and him they would go often camping.