Drabbles between me and GamaariPro. Amer/Bela pairings. Romance, fluff, and cuteness abound.

Office Romance

Liaison

The small Belorussian woman was taking her time down the hall with a large stack of papers. The top of them with the heavy signature of her brother. Tasks like these were not unusual. She would do them for him and hope that he would wait for her. He never did. Sighing heavily she did not see the lump in the rug, sending her toppling forward and pile the papers.

America sighed as he stumbled down the hallways, heel of a hand pressed against his forehead, trying to subdue a rising headache. One of his pets had managed to get loose in the UN building again. Hell if he knew how they followed him to work, but then again, some of the breeds he kept were very intelligent. The others were just stubborn. This time, it was a beagle from his home in Virginia, so mostly yelp and sharp static sound of Russian reached his ears, and America perked up in time to see the older Nation go flying, the culprit Beagle cowering beneath her feet. "Bela! You ok?" he asked, pulling her up to her knees, sending a sharp look at the dog.

"Dy, Dy." The woman said as she composed her self and looked to the thing she tripped over. "You are very lucky Amerika, I love animals." And just with that, she started to gather all the scattered papers before they would get destroyed. She was grateful to the younger nation for the help but was not going to openly express it.

She had a task to do and would not be torn from it.

"Yeah, they're nice, but they tend to follow me," he griped lightly. The signature on one of the papers caught his eye, and his brow furrowed as he looked at the others. "Why do you have Russia's stuff? Don't you have work of your own?"

"Dy, but I help brother out from time to time when he is busy." She pulled the papers into a neat pile, taking them into her arms, before she attempted to stand up. Though putting weight on her left ankle cause her to wince and wobble and hobble to a stand. With a slight hobble, she nodded to the blond man and went to continue on her way. The sooner this was done the sooner she would be able to get off her throbbing ankle.

The limp though, was obvious to the normally oblivious young man, and he followed at her elbow, a sharp whistle the command for Jupiter, the beagle, to stay at heel. He was glad that he stayed next to her when her ankle gave out, managing to grab and steady her before she could collapse. "Here, let me help, you may have seriously hurt your leg."

Blinking at the young man when he caught her, not many would do that for her. She tried to straighten up and stand normally, though it would not work. It hurt more than she would let on. It would not do her well to look weak, not again. "Nyet. I am fine. Thank you again, Amerika."

He shook his head at her stubbornness before sweeping her up in his arms. He ignored her struggles as he marched into his office, plopping her down on the couch. "Now stay there," he ordered, opening the closet to pull out a few medical supplies. Jupiter sat down in front of the Soviet, panting as she looked up at her for attention.

Bela was shouting at him in a mix of Belorussian and English, though she was blushing from the embarrassment of this all. Once she was tossed on the couch she was already half way ways up with her hand reaching for one of her blades. When her ankle brought her back to the couch. Leaving the knife be for now, she would humor him.

America wasn't an idiot. He saw her reaching for the knife, and knew to stay on his toes, metaphorically. Kneeling, he gently pulled her boot into his lap, pulling the laces loose and carefully easing the boot off. "Oh Bela, sweet heart, white-heart, you really hurt yourself," he muttered, running cool fingers over the swelling of her ankle. "How were you walking at all?"

She felt her cheeks become undauntedly warm and knew they would be red with a light blush, in contrast to her pale skin. She slightly winced again once he eased the boot off. His hand felt so nice and cool on the skin of her ankle as she watched him. Then she turned her eyes away from as she spoke up. "This is nothing. I have been through worse. You would know this after our times together before."

The younger Nation nodded, fingers continuously running over her ankle, slowly adding pressure until he was massaging the sore joint. "I know. I'm still surprised you survived your separation from the Soviet Union." Blue eyes turned up to lock with hers. A smile curled at his lips at the sight of the blush painting over her cheeks. She always was so cute when she was embarrassed. He turned back down to her ankle, a bandage in hand. Carefully, he started to wrap the ankle, hoping to give her a little more support. He couldn't help placing a light kiss on her knee as he worked.

She could feel the pain ease as he massaged her ankle, slightly relaxing around him she let her eyes drift to his office. Only for them to go wide as her blush darkened when he kissed her knee. This was few steps up from his normally puppy-like affections. The wrapping was doing it job, and so was he, she would happily admit. He knew how to distract her. "Amerika, What are you doing?"

He grinned up at her as he finishes with the wrappings. "Being nice?" he offered, reaching up to plant a kiss on her cheek.

If it was possible she thought she would turn a darker shade of red before passing out from all the blood rushing to her face. When his lips touched her cheek. She reached for her boot to put it back on and be on her way. though she took her time, and glanced to him. "Thank you again, Amerika. You have been most helpful."

He raised an eyebrow as she tried to force her foot back into the boot, but the swelling from her ankle made it very hard. By this point, the swelling was the size of an orange. "No need to race off," he offered, wincing slightly as he rubbed his own forehead. God he cared for her, but the 'energetic' Soviet gave him a headache. He shook his head before planting a kiss on her lips. "Calm down, those papers will be fine for a while," he whispered against her lips.

The kiss its self caused her to drop her boot, forgetting about painfully forcing her foot into it. Slowly, she let her hands slide sensually up to his shoulders as he broke the kiss. It had been too long since he kissed her. Work had kept them apart and the distance between their countries did not help. Also Russia was a big contributing factor, not that it mattered now. "You are sure?" she whispered back.

He grinned against her lips as he nodded. "Many of those are coming to me anyway," he said before diving back in, running his fingers through her hair, another wrapping around her thin little waist. He shifted, pulling her into his lap as he leveled himself up onto the couch. Her lips were moving fearlessly like a wild fire against his, as both her hands slid up and under his worn bombers jacket along his chest, slowly running them up and down.

He sighed against her lips, nibbling at her neck, one hand running through her hair, and the other one playing with her dress, twining the ribbon that held the top together through his gloved fingers. He played with her pulse point, allowing her to start to ease the jacket back and off, pulling on the ribbon. She shivered as he played with her neck, doing nothing as her dress started to open when the ribbon fell from it's place in a river of satin.

He pushed her backwards onto the couch, allowing his jacket to fall to the ground before reaching around to undo the rest of the back of her dress. Her blond hair fluffed out beneath her, contrasting against the black of the couch. She was watching him carefully as she worked on his shirt, opening it and lightly dragging her fingers down his chest. She kept her eyes locked to his bright blue eyes, his golden hair hanging around his face.

He swallowed back a slight moan as delicate fingers played with his chest, the slight dusting of hair tickling as she ruffled it. He finished with her dress, and gently pulled it down, slipping her arms from the sleeves one at a time, kissing her fingertips as they exited the fabric.

Once his kissed the second hand she gently brushed his hair from his face. Then pushed his shirt off of him and dropped it on his jacket. Leaning up, she kissed his neck, working up to his ear.

He moaned as he arched his head back, allowing her better access. His hands moved down her arms, traveling to her bra, slowly pushing the straps down to gain access to her chest. A small throwing knife was removed from her bra and placed to the side with his jacket before tweaking a nipple. She lightly gasps in his ear followed by a purr before she goes back to kissing and nibbling at his neck. Her chest slightly moving towards his hand.

He grinned against her neck, rolling a nipple under his thumb before drawing the other into his mouth, nipping gently. His hips rotated against her lower torso, his free hand pulling her dress the rest of the way down. Bela lightly moaned and shifted to help get her dress off then wrapped a leg around on his. Her nails dragging down his back as she rolled her hips against his.

He moaned as he tossed her dress to the side, running his hand up her garter belt, teasingly drifting towards the junction of her thighs, his other hand massaging her breast. He straddled her now, allowing himself to drape over the Soviet woman. Biting back another moan, a smirk fell on her lips. Suddenly she pushes his one side while pulling down the leg hers held. Rolling them on the floor. Landing on top of him.

America groaned as he landed hard, arms splayed as he had the wind knocked from him. He coughed as he tried to get breath back in his lungs, but he reached for her as he tried to get a little purchase under his feet. She leaned down and kissed him as she picked up her knife. Using it she cut his belt and pants buttons, before she goes to remove them.

"Aah, not the pants, not again!" America protected weakly, running his fingers up and down her sides, tickling the undersides of her breasts, much to her enjoyment, judging by the light moan and quivering. She dragged the blade down her body she cut open her garter belt and underwear, removing it from her body. She smirked at him and stabbed the knife into the floor three inches from his head. "It is not up to you, Amerika."

America giggled nervously, and would later deny the sound as anything less than a chuckle as he reached for her head, pulling her down into a kiss. "But really," he breathed as she pulled away, "You've destroyed more of my clothes than any of my pets, and that includes that parrot from the 60s that liked to rip up my shirts," he retorted, a hand drifting over her lower stomach, teasing her skin, a finger reaching down to play with her dark blond curls.

Moaning, she lightly rocked against him as she leaned down to nibble at his neck. "It is my pleasure, and it seems to make you a bit harder each time," she purred.

He groaned as she rocked against his hips, his boxers that much tighter now. "Yeah, I'll give you that," he offered, nipping at her pulse point before kissing up her neck over her jaw line and towards her mouth.

She kisses him deeply and her hands and feet skillfully removes his boxers, taking him in her hands and started to massage him. The moan was deep in his throat now as her skilled little hands brought him to full attention. Using his teeth, he pulled his gloves off, wanting skin to skin contact as he reached for her core, one hand playing with a nipple, the other with her clit. Gasps and moans were music to his ears as her hips thrusted up to his hand, wanting more. She claimed his lips again with a kiss, nipping and pulling at his bottom lip.

He panted against her lips as he flipped her onto her back again, a long finger stroking her folds as he ravished her mouth, all teeth and tongue and moist wet heat. The knife, which she still had in her hand, went skittering across the room. She gasped when she was flipped over. Wrapping her arms around his back, she whimpered into his mouth at the sheer torture.

Heat. The heat against his hand was a tortuous promise of pleasure if he only gave in and came home. But he held back, enjoying the sight of Belarus's face as he teased her to new heights, his hips gyrating against hers, teasing and playing. Unable to hold back any moans at all, she grew louder. Giving the young man a look of wanting nothing more than to flip him and impale her self on him, she reached to do just that.

He grinned through a pant, pinning her arms down as he ran his fingers up her leg. "Impatient little thing," he whispered next to her cheek. He arched his hips against hers, teasing her entrance.

Moaning as she tried to drive him into her by thrusting her hip out to him, lightly panting. "Amerika, in me, now."

A laugh. With a shift, he slid in, groaning against her neck as he rotated his hips against her, pistoning and thrusting into her core. Her head fell back as she arched up against him to push him in further. A heavy moan escaped her lips as she clawed at his back from him stretching a filling her. A groan as he thrusted into her, enjoying the sensation of her nails dragging over his shoulder blades. It was empowering, to know that he was the reason that this proud Nation was breaking down, unable to help the enchanting sounds that fell from her lips. Legs suddenly pulled around him, helping him to drive in deeper to her. She would give up full control that easily as she started to move under him, pulling him out and in of her at a very slow pace.

The world dissolved into a flurry of sensation, of heat and motion and yes yes move that way again. With a loader moan he pulled her upright into his lap, leaning back on one hand to steady himself as he encouraged her to ride and ride hard. Suddenly she was moving as fast and as hard as she could. Holing on tightly to him as her moan and pants grew louder with each thrust. Everything faded to just them connected as they were. Completely forgetting where they were. The room seemed to disappear, until it was only them and the heat and pleasure building and rising and more moremore! Until everything tripped over the edge, a hoarse yell as he emptied into her, arms wrapping around and pinning her to his chest, thrusting mindlessly into her as he finished.

America moaned as she tightened around him, strength leaving him as he collapsed. With shaky legs, he pulled the both of them up and onto the couch again, cradling her against his chest, gently running his hand through her hair. She clung to him as best as she could and cuddled against him on his lap. Belarus was not planning on moving any time soon and made sure to make it obvious to the younger nation. She lightly smiled as she did this, enjoying being in his arms.

He sighed as she cuddled up to him, a leg through over her knee as they just enjoyed the moment. He planted a kiss on her forehead, unwilling to let the moment end.