Ok, so this has been floating in my head for a couple months now. This prolly wont be a long story.. it's just silly smut. Also, RAPE... sorta. It's weird. You've been warned.

"Russia. I want Russia next."

America almost dropped his half eaten hamburger onto the paper plate beneath him. His cheeks were full of food, making him look comically like a chipmunk as he'd stopped in mid-chew. There was a bit of ketchup smeared down his cheek.

He stared at his little brother, his icy blue eyes wide and full of disbelief. His chin raised slightly as he painfully swallowed the entire contents of his mouth at once. He coughed a couple times to get over the choking sensation.

"No way. You can't be serious, Mattie!"

Canada's smile was mischievous, and his forever loose curl bounced freely as he gazed at his brother through long lashes. He licked sticky maple syrup from the end of a plastic fork before plunging it back into a stack of pancakes.

"I'm very serious, Al. I want Russia."

"Why?" America set his hamburger down on it's plate. He took his glasses off and squeezed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and finger, his eyes closed tightly with stress. His little brother was going to drive him to drink.. more.

"Because," Matthew smiled, taking a napkin and reaching the wipe the ketchup smear from Alfred's cheek, "he's big, and handsome, and mysterious, and big and strong, and big and-"

"Ok!" America exclaimed, "He's big! So what? Germany is big. Can't you just have Germany again?"

Matthew shook his head. His mop of blond hair swayed in the breeze, tickling over his rounded cheeks and pert little nose.

"I don't want Germany again."

"What about Sweden? He's a big guy." America sighed, trying to be reasonable.

"No, thanks."

"Netherlands?"

"No."

"Prussia?"

Matthew shook his head again.

"...France?"

France wasn't really that big a guy, but Alfred knew Matthew's 'Papa' was such a skilled lover that the Canadian sought him out pretty often for attention.

Canada looked up at him with an adorable pout on his lips. His violet eyes opened wide to achieve that 'hurt puppy' look that always drove the American crazy. He knew in the end that there was no denying his brother what he wanted.

And this time Matthew wanted Russia.

They'd done this a few times now.

It was a bit of fun for Canada, who was much too shy to go about getting lovers in the usual way. Besides France and Cuba, he was too timid to even work up the nerve to TALK to other nations.. much less somehow let them know he wanted to sleep with them. America had always laughed at him for it, and one night he'd made a joke that he should just do Canada a favour and knock a nation out to let him have his way. He hadn't expected his little brother to get excited at the idea and actually ask him to DO it.

Alfred heaved out a heavy, burdened sigh.

They were seated at a picnic table in a nice little park by a lake somewhere in Canada. America had visited a hamburger joint to get his favourite food while Matthew had packed a lunch of pancakes and, of course, sweet maple syrup. They were eating together, enjoying the warm summer sunshine, and discussing their 'plans' for after the next world meeting which was being held in two days.

"Why are you so worried?" Matthew tilted his head at his big brother. His face was full of delicate innocence, despite what they were talking about. The little blond was just so damn beautiful in the summer sunshine that Alfred had to look away.

"Because it's Russia." He spat, "Russia! Damn, Mattie.. the man is a nutcase. This is different than the rest of them. This is dangerous!"

Canada covered his mouth in a light giggle, as if Alfred's fears were nothing more to worry about than kittens playing with string. America wanted to strangle him and kiss him at the same time.

"It's no more dangerous than any other time we've done this. We just slip him the stuff and he's out, right? Same as always."

Alfred picked up his hamburger and stuffed another huge bite into his mouth. He closed his eyes while he chewed so he wouldn't have to see the pleading, 'give me what I want' expression on Canada's face.

Dammit, Matthew! You're going to be the death of me. AND you.

Canada stood and crossed around the picnic table. He sat down on the seat next to America and snuggled up against his shoulder.

"Please, Alfred?"

America grumbled as he finished the rest of his burger. He picked up his milkshake and sucked back a good couple mouthfuls of the sweet, thick, ice-creamy goodness.

Matthew leaned up and placed a sneaky little kiss just beneath his jawline.

Alfred slammed the milkshake down and pushed himself to his feet. He grabbed the leftover wrapping and crumpled it into a ball. He took it to the garbage and tossed it into a nearby trash can, then headed off for a walk along the beach, his hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his shorts.

Matthew caught up to him and laced their arms together. They walked along silently for awhile. America brooded, and Canada smiled, waiting patiently. When they eventually arrived at their car, Alfred had had enough.

"Alright, FINE. I'll get you Russia." America finally conceded.

"Yay!" Canada grinned and threw his arms around his brothers neck. He pushed Alfred back against the car and leaned up to kiss him.

The American groaned, grabbing his brothers ass and pulling him tightly against his body. Matthew squirmed in his grip, grinding against him. He opened his mouth and Alfred swept in his tongue, lapping up the sweetness of his little brother's mouth.

Canada suddenly started to laugh, breaking their kiss. He pushed back and wiped his lips.

"Ew, you taste like a hamburger!"

Alfred frowned, then rolled his eyes. He turned and began fishing around in his pocket for the car keys. Matthew wandered to the passenger side and climbed in once the door was unlocked. America fell into drivers seat and reved the engine. He backed out of their parking spot and took off down the road, heading back towards Ottawa and Matthew's house.

Canada cranked the radio and started to sing along with whatever was playing. Alfred was lost in thought. He was wondering just how much he had to slip into Russia's drink to knock the huge man out and keep him out long enough for Canada to have his fun, then safely get away.

He had a bad feeling that this might not end well.