Lemon ahead!

Thanks to his fast hands, America and (Y/N) were able to finish washing the dishes in time for their 9:00 bath, and as soon as that came, (Y/N) took off running to the bathroom, grabbing a giant bath bomb in the process.

God, after all that, they really needed a bath.

Eventually the sound of running water was heard, as well as (Y/N) stripping herself of her clothing. Closing the bathroom door behind him, America began to do the same, smiling tiredly but eagerly, and judging from the pace his lovely (Y/N) was going at, she was feeling the same.

"Are you alright darling?" he then asked.

(Y/N) peaked from the changing station, her expression confused.

"With China's accusations," America clarified. "Are you alright?"

(Y/N) frowned, thought for a couple of moments, and then shrugged before darting back into the changing station, the movement saying she was unsure.

Eventually she came out, her entire body exposed in all its glory. Seeing her like that, America could feel himself growing hot, and it had nothing to do with the steam. His wife blushed at him before she moved to turn off the water and grabbed the giant bath bomb she brought.

Judging from its rich red color, America guessed it was either the ripe apple, strawberry and kiwi, or the cranberry bath bomb.

Turning on the camera around her head again so she could watch it for awhile afterwards, (Y/N) moved to place the bath bomb into the water, watching intently as it erupted with a rich red color upon contact. Now free of any clothing himself, America stood behind his wife as the color filled up the entire bathtub and unleashed its scent throughout the room.

Oh, so it was ripe apple, one of his favorite fruits.

Smirking, America placed his hands on (Y/N)'s shoulders, earning a sharp gasp from the latter who refused to glance his way until the bath bomb finally fizzed away. Turning off the camera then, she glared up at her husband, who continued to smirk at her.

"Time to dive in," he said, wasting no time in sweeping (Y/N) off her feet and dumping her into the tub. She fell in with a squeak, red water spilling everywhere onto the tile floor which thankfully had a drain. When she surfaced, (Y/N) wiped at her eyes before pouting up at her husband, who now joined her.

He held up his hands. "Couldn't control myself darling, and that's your fault."

"Huh?!" Eye twitching, (Y/N) pounced on America, taking him underwater with her. Once there, she pounded on her husband's chest before they had to go back to the surface. There, America grabbed the shampoo and poured some into his hand, soon rubbing it into his wife's hair while she was still rubbing at her eyes.

She relaxed after feeling his hands messaging her scalp, and soon she took the bottle from him and squirted some into America's hair, now rubbing the shampoo in herself. Smiling, America brought up a hand and proceeded to run his fingers over (Y/N)'s exposed nipples.

She jerked with a gasp as a shiver ran through her body, and seeing his mischievous hand, (Y/N) lightly smacked America upside the head before continuing with her work. Afterwards, she dove under the water to wash out the suds, with her husband not too far behind her.

Now the red water was filled with bubbles when they surfaced again, and they proceeded to scrub conditioner into the other's hair. America was so tempted to continue touching (Y/N) again, but didn't want to risk getting smacked upside the head again as they submerged again once the conditioner had set in. Returning, America stared at his wife, whose lower face was still under the water as she stared back at him.

He quietly cooed. She really looked like a turtle.

"Are you teasing me again, darling?" he asked coyly, smirking now. In response, (Y/N) just burrowed further into the water until the air coming out of her nose made ripples in the water.

America just smirked even bigger at this. "I'll take it you are. Now, how about you be a good girl and come here?"

Now (Y/N) ducked even deeper into the water, and the only thing visible were her eyes and her halo-like hair.

America pouted at this, though inwardly he smirked as he copied his wife, all while hiding the fact that his hand was near the plug-in to the drain. The both of them kept a very close eye on each other, though judging from the way (Y/N) was keeping still, she didn't notice America's moving hand as it unplugged the drain.

They had a silent drain after all, which will only make things easier for him.

Eventually (Y/N) realized the water was a little more swallow than it was supposed to, and looked down to find the drain unplugged. Face exploding with color, she attempted to scoot away, but America was faster than her and pulled her to his chest, his arms locking tightly around her.

(Y/N) squeaked, attempting to break free of her husband's hold, but America didn't even budge. Realizing this, she looked up into his face, a slightly worried expression adorning her blushing face.

It took every ounce of America's self-control to not take her to the bathtub floor right then and there.

"And where do you think you're going?" he asked, smirking down at her. "You're not trying to leave me hanging, are you?"

A little fearful, (Y/N) shook her head. And by now, the water was at their thighs, and America was quick to put the plug back in to keep the water in.

He kept his eyes on his wife though, smiling with mischief. "I thought not." Then he took her to the flooded floor of the bathtub.

(Y/N) squeaked again, and she now looked like she was too much in the heat to do anything to defend herself. Her red cheeks greatly resembled the water that caressed her frame and caused her hair to look like a halo around her head.

America knew he had never seen anything so beautiful.

"Are you ready?" he asked, voice so low as he intentionally drove his wife crazy with that tone.

Sweating now with want, (Y/N) nodded, her nails digging into her husband's skin.

America's eyes flashed with want. "Then prepare yourself. We're going to war."

(Y/N) didn't have time to even nod when her husband attacked her neck. She hissed out but didn't fight him as his teeth sunk into her flesh and his tongue traced it, causing goosebumps to form. That also was all the distraction that America needed to trace his wife's womanhood with his tool, causing her to hiss out again.

He pulled away and looked into (Y/N)'s eyes, finding that they were filled with desperation, impatience, and, most of all, want. She was whimpering too, hating how her husband was teasing her so.

America just smiled lovingly at it all.

"Don't be done already darling," he warned huskily. "I'm just getting started."

The only thing (Y/N) could do was nod, panting in exhilaration all the while.

From there, America proceeded to trace the curves and valleys of his wife's body, the ones he knew and loved so much, earning him some satisfying shivers from (Y/N) in the process as her nails dug even deeper into his skin. Once more, he didn't flinch at the feeling nor did his skin bleed. America just kept smiling lovingly through it all.

Finally (Y/N) began to push on him lightly, the sign that she wanted more, so much more. The look in her eyes also justified it. So he nodded.

"Of course darling, but don't expect me to go easy on you," he warned once more, earning an irritated glare from (Y/N) in the meantime before she began to sign.

We've been doing this for years you pea-brain! What makes you think that I'm going to want anything different?

America chuckled. "Just giving you a warning dear, no need to be snappish."

(Y/N) just pouted up at him. Just go along with it you!

America chuckled once again. "Alright, patience darling." Then, without giving his wife a warning, he slowly began to sheathe himself into her, earning a delightful but surprised cry from the woman under him. By now America was unable to keep his smile on his face as electrical shocks raced through his body, setting it on fire.

Hopefully he won't destroy the rim of the bathtub as he tried to cope with the amount of pleasure he was feeling.

(Y/N) wasn't faring any better. Her cheeks resembled cherries, sweat coated her form, and she was panting so hard that, ironically, she wasn't getting enough oxygen to calm her apparently racing heart.

But neither one of them wanted this to stop, at least not right now. America started to pound harder and deeper into his wife, who was crying out like there was no tomorrow. And thank god that they had soundproof walls, for America was not going to explain to the nations on where the sounds coming from the bathroom came from.

The last thing both he and (Y/N) wanted was for France to pester them like it was any of his business.

Still, America felt that he and (Y/N) were going to be doing this a lot while the nations were here. Not that he was complaining, but still.

(Y/N) pushed against him again, and America looked down at her to find that he had slowed down by a lot. So he nodded and began to thrust himself into her so deeply that he was touching her womb.

The pleasure was so much that the both of them had tears in their eyes. The water around them also softened their skin more, making the pain more bearable too, though now America thought the water looked a little similar to blood, if not for the ripe apple smell.

Perfect.

"We're not done yet darling," he whispered once more to (Y/N). "We've got all night."

(Y/N) just whimpered, unable to do anything else after all her husband was doing to her. But clearly she didn't even think of complaining, for she was enjoying this way too much, as was America.

They did have all night after all, and not even the nations could complain in the mornings, unless they wished to lose their heads.

Oh well.