You walked into your house, grateful the work day was over. You were exhausted and flopped yourself onto the couch. As soon as you had sat down, there was a knock at the door. "Just come in, I'm too lazy to get it..." It was Britain. He walked into the door, and sat beside you. Something seemed different, he wasn't dressed the same as usual, his general aura was that of a different man, yet, you knew it was him.
"You remember how we got together, right?" He looked at you, stroking your thigh with his fingertips. "That party, that git America sponsored...well...I think I should let loose around you a little more." He placed his index finger in his collar and slowly loosened his tie, revealing his neck. "I've been a gentleman a long time you see..." His shirt fell limp to the floor. "But long ago..." He hovered over you, his nose to yours, staring into your eyes. You felt your heartbeat in your veins. "I was a pirate." Your eyes widened. He took your body onto his, pulling at your hair, removing your bra with haste.
"W-why?" You couldn't get any words out. He was taking all your breath away, leaving you gasping. You were simply trying to ask why he didn't tell you. But nothing seemed to be coming from your mouth.
"____, I surely hope you don't mind. But, bloody hell, a man can only stay a gentleman so long before the cravings pierce through. Understand? I really hope you do." The next thing you knew, you both were lying on each other on the couch, breathless, your close were removed, as we're his. Everything previous was a blur. A wonderful, glorious blur. "I hope you didn't think that was all, love. I has much more in store..." You were too limp to speak. You'd never been loved before, not to mention, was that how they all were? That amazing? He made you feel like ooze. Simply ooze, you couldn't contain yourself.
"Unless...I think I should wait, love..." Obviously your current state of immobility allowed him to change his mind. "How about we grab a bite, love?" He carried you to the tub. "You get clean, and I'll start the car. It's rather chilly." You washed up. After that, your tiredness was wiped away. "Ready?" He grabbed your hand. "I got us a seat at red lobster. I know you like their bread." He kissed you on the cheek.
Where did that other, relentless man go? You hoped he'd come back...