The Gift You Can't Return
By Blaklite
IMPORTANT: This story will be much easier to understand if you have read Tis It Nobler To Die Or Freeze, since it does concern material that stems from that story. I suggest, new readers, that you read Tis It Nobler To Die Or Freeze first (oh don't fuss, it's long but good, if I do say so myself) and then read this for kicks. Yes, for kicks, because this story never actually happened. It is a what COULD have been type story meant, for the most part, to be rather humorous, though I apologise to you ahead of time, dear readers, if I do not achieve this effect. You have been forewarned.
For the most part, this is for TINTDOF readers who were a little disappointed when they found out they weren't going to get their RusCan action. Hopefully, this makes it up to you guys.
Well without further ado, here's the alternate version of Blanchette's birth involving our favourite cute little Canadian and much feared yet totally sexy Russian. Oh, and Canada has boobs. Yeah, you heard me right, boobs.
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Chapter 1: Just My Luck
He had been walking through the snow for hours now, his only company a bottle of half empty vodka. He had already had about five back at the bunker. It was March which meant General Winter would soon stop tormenting him with the cold that was ever-present for him during these winter months, even when he was wrapped up close to a roaring fire.
Ivan wasn't really sure why he had come outside for a stroll, it was freezing cold in the Arctic, and it was like this all year round. Here, the snow never melted. Here, sunflowers could never grow. It depressed him somewhat that a land so beautiful could never know the joy of sunflowers, or any other flower in fact.
But that thought was quickly wiped away by the vodka and the knowledge that he would be General Winter-less for another seven months. So he continued his trek through the dark, humming to himself Russian folk songs all along the way. He was so wrapped up in the moment that he hadn't noticed that he had crossed into enemy territory.
Russia stopped singing to himself when he spotted lights in the distance. Had he done a U-turn and ended up back at his camp? He didn't want to go back so early but his bottle was almost empty of vodka. As long as he was here, he could at least get more and head off again. But as he neared the encampment, the sounds of cheering and general boisterousness reached his ear. Why would his men be celebrating? Had the Canadians surrendered? It would be no fun if they had; he rather liked watching Canuck blood splatter across these virgin snows.
Picking out a larger looking building, Ivan pushed open the door and was immediately flooded with light. And the colour green. Wait, what the fuck? What had they DONE when he was out? He looked around at the men cheering and hollering around him and noticed…Canadian flags. Oh shit, he was in the Canadian camp.
Calm down, Ivan, take a deep breath. Ok good, now try to look like you fit in.
He realised soon enough he didn't really need to though. Almost everyone was smashed and couldn't care less about his presence. Also, no one was looking at the newcomer amongst them. Rather they were all staring at the centre of the room. Following their gaze, Russia looked up and spotted…Canada? And then his jaw dropped.
Sure enough, there was Canada with her long, blonde wavy hair that reached the middle of her back, curly ahoge, and deep blue eyes. No glasses though, she must have been wearing contacts, she was veritably blind without them. But it wasn't her face that was attracting so much attention. Because in the middle of the room was a temporary bar complete with stripper poles which Canada, wearing nothing more than a frilly green bra and matching frilly, somewhat see-through boy shorts and black stockings, was in the midst of wrapping herself around. Even from this distance, Russia could tell from her flushed face that she was more than a little tipsy. It was amazing that someone that drunk could still stand in those four inch heels, let alone slide down a pole like that…
Oh God, what was he thinking? This was CANADA, the nation he was at WAR with. It was not the time to be thinking of boning his enemy; rather his mind should have been filled with thoughts of strangling the life from her. Mmmm, but he did love frilly things…
Oh, what the heck, right? It would just be one night (if he was successful, of course), and he should have been celebrating. Canada already was, though he wasn't entirely sure what for. Making up his mind, Ivan managed to shove enough soldiers aside to get to the bar and have a few shots of vodka, enjoying the show all the while.
Eventually, the party died down. There was a war going on after all, and there would be work to do in the morning. A few stragglers, too drunk to remain conscious for long periods of time, were being virtually dragged out by their comrades. The bartender had left half an hour ago, much to Russia's disappointment, which he showed (albeit to himself) by placing his head on top of his crossed arms on the counter and glaring at his empty vodka glass. This way, he both heard and felt the click, click, clicks getting closer to him.
"What's wrong, Ruski? Sad that the party's over?"
Ivan tilted his head up (a rare occurrence for someone of his height) to look at the scantily clad girl. The seductive smile that played across her lush, red lips sent shivers crawling over his skin, and caused heat to build up in his stomach. She giggled.
When the moment had passed, she looked from the floor to her high heeled feet and then back to Ivan.
"Mind helping me down?"
Without tearing his eyes from her for one second, Russia stood up and placed his large hands around her slight waist while she placed her own dainty looking hands on his broad shoulders for balance. He lifted her up and set her down once more on level ground. They both let their fingers linger for a moment. Ivan couldn't help his eyes from travelling south to Canada's chest...
Another giggle. "I see you like my St. Paddy's Day attire."
"Da...vhat? Vhat day?
"St. Patrick's Day. It's an Irish holiday, dedicated to their patron saint. Wearing green and going to the bar to get drunk are regular St. Paddy's Day activities." Suddenly, she pinched his hand, causing him to recoil slightly. "Also, if you don't wear green on this day, you get pinched by everyone who notices."
Subconsciously, Ivan rubbed his hand, glaring at her but unable to say anything. Suddenly, he felt another hand in his and found it raised to Canada's lips.
"Awww, did I hurt you? Here, let me kiss it better."
And she did, without waiting for his answer which he probably wouldn't have been able to give anyways, shocked as he was. Her kiss left a red lipstick mark which she proceeded to lick rather slowly and sensually, sapphire eyes misted with lust drifting up to meet his own stunned amethysts. Her smile afterwards was akin to that of a cat that had trapped a mouse.
"You know, there are quite a few drunken soldiers wandering about right now. I'd love it if you could walk me to my quarters to make sure that I'm not...taken advantage of."
Russia knew that Canada could easily take on a human or two or fifty. It was an invitation for him to get in her pant(ie)s if ever he'd heard one, and he was quite happy to oblige. It was only one night, and would make a good end to his celebration, and probably her's as well. Sex with humans just didn't do the trick for nations.
Canada led him across the room to the doors. When she opened one of them and moved to take another step, Russia grabbed her hand and spun her around. Before he even fully realised what he was doing, his great coat was off and around her bare shoulders. The next second, she was up in his arms, bridal style, and they were off. Ivan could be chivalrous when he wanted to be, and besides, his legs would plough through the snow faster and much easier than hers. But the snow wasn't what he was thinking of ploughing at that moment.
The two made it back to Canada's bunk as quickly as possible. Like Russia, she had one to herself, not that either of them felt they were above the humans who fought for them, just that they tended to come and go, and it was easier if they had a spot for themselves that always remained the same where they could leave their belongings. Also, no one wanted a stressed or angry nation in a room filled with humans. Limbs were fairly easy to detach and humans didn't heal like they did.
Unbolting the door and sliding the heavy metal thing open, Ivan glanced briefly at the nameplate. It was a bit iced over, but he could still make out the letters: WILLIAMS, MADDISON. After that, he wasted no time shuffling through the open door, closing it with his foot, and throwing Maddie, as he knew she liked to be called, onto the bed. He was on top of her almost as soon as she landed and the two were quickly entangled in a fierce lip-lock. A brief pause for air had Ivan suddenly looking up at Canada; she had flipped him over and was now straddling his waist, his coat still draped loosely across her shoulders. With her hair tousled and eyes burning with a subtle flame, she couldn't have looked sexier to him, except maybe with her clothes off of course. He leaned up to ravish her mouth again but was stopped by a hand pushing down firmly on his chest.
"So impatient." Damn that voice. It was the voice of an angel, he knew it. His angel, if only for tonight. Did that mean she was here to lead him to Paradise? The look in her eyes said yes.
Slowly, she unbuckled one boot and then the other, dropping them both to the floor beside the bed. She slipped off his socks and threw them to the floor as well. Next was the scarf. She crawled over his body, brushing only enough to be gently felt through his clothes. It sent shivers down his spine. Gingerly, she reached out and grasped his scarf, carefully unravelling it from around his neck and placing it to the side. She kissed him softly and, despite the screaming in his mind to roughly envelop her lips in his, he kissed back just as softly. Their lips lingered for a moment, and then she began to pull off his shirt. He loathed losing sight of her for even two seconds.
And then it was the pants' turn to come off. Maddie slithered back once more and began unbuttoning his pants. When she reached the zipper, the look on her face changed, as if she had just had a sudden revelation. Ivan watched as her head lowered to the zipper, grabbing the tab with her teeth and pulling it down. Ivan felt his cock twitch. Her teasing was becoming unbearable.
When she finally tugged off his pants (thank God that that evil restriction was gone) and boxers, Russia noticed her blush. Not to be boastful, but Ivan was fairly large and even after enduring the endless torture Canada had just put him through, he wasn't fully hard. He smiled. A lot of girls paused when they realised just how huge Russia was. Impressive didn't even begin to cover it.
"Maddison, ve can take eet slo-NNG!"
The surprise he felt as his length was suddenly enveloped by wet heat amplified the pleasure he also received from this. He forced an eye open a crack to watch those rose coloured lips retreat along his length, lingering on the head. His heart began to pump furiously, his cock swelling even more when she slowly licked the underside of his dick all the way to the tip with its newly spilled beads of precum, planting a soft kiss there afterwards. He was panting now.
"Call me Maddie, just Maddie." Her smile was sweeter than sugar, and never looked more kissable.
"Maddie…" He whispered, almost as if saying her name too loudly would cause her to evaporate in front of him, like some spirit of ancient lore. However, this only served to make her smile wider, and sit up, the only thing between her and Ivan's hardened cock was the thin layer of her panties.
Ivan fought off the overwhelming desire to flip over on top of her and take her then and there. The show wasn't over and he could tell that Canada was having too much fun entertaining him, as painfully pleasurable as it was. And oh how it just got better as he noticed she had slid out of his coat and her stockings, and was now fumbling with her bra clasps. In one fluid move, her bra was deposited onto the floor, revealing the most perfect pair of breasts he'd ever seen. Not too big, not too small, but just right, equally proportionate to her exquisite body, and milky white with lovely pink nipples that were just then quite perky.
Russia couldn't withhold himself any longer. So fast it left Maddie stunned, his naked frame now hovered precariously above her own. Well not quite, there was the matter of the panties to deal with next. But first, the breasts. Ivan had always been partial to breasts more than buttocks, though he still appreciated a tight, round ass. In any case, it was time for him to please his one-time lover.
Lowering his lips to one breast, he planted soft yet teasing kisses around the hardened nipple, feeling Canada's breath hitch with anticipation. He licked the underside of the nipple as his hand stroked the nipple of her other perfect breast, enticing a gentle moan from the girl and causing her body to shake in want of more stimulus. Ivan smiled and enveloped the sensitive nub with his lips, tenderly sucking and stroking with his tongue, while his hand massaged the other breast, finger toying with her nipple. After a few deep breaths in an attempt to keep herself from giving in, she finally let loose a long, need-filled groan. Russia could feel her muscles tense beneath him; she was almost ready.
He switched sides so his mouth could encompass the other nipple, replacing his mouth with his hand on the one he had just abandoned. She moaned louder, her hips bucking up and pressing into Russia's impossibly hard cock and allowing him a moment of blissful friction with her wet panties. That just about threw him off the edge and he was leaning back to take off her panties only to toss them off somewhere halfway across the room. Looking down at her naked sex, Ivan really wished he had more time to eat her out, but neither of them would be able to take it much longer.
"Ivan…" He looked up at the sound of Maddie's sensual voice. Her hair was tousled and she was blushing profusely. "Be…be gentle, ok?"
He smiled genuinely and pressed himself in slowly. Both were left breathless for a second, Canada adjusting to the large member now inside her and Russia indulging in the sweet tightness and heat. The moment of bliss quickly disappeared and both began to work frantically to reach ecstasy.
"Uhhhhn, Ivan. Don't. Stop. Ohhhh…" She drawled out between shallow breaths. Her moans turned into screams as he continually thrusted in and out, and Ivan quickly found he was unable to suppress his own grunts and groans. Damn, she was so beautiful. He couldn't help but lean down to kiss her just as she lifted herself up to kiss him. Their lips crashed together, tongues dancing as Canada's hands drifted up to grasp Russia's hair, his own hands busy supporting himself. They broke apart as each quickly ran out of breath, their faces remaining close to one another's.
Ivan sped up until a rhythm could no longer be discerned, just a flurry of feverish movements. Maddie moaned louder and louder with each thrust until finally, she was awash in the purest ecstasy imaginable. She screamed, her scream becoming a moan as Ivan kissed her deep and hard as he, too, orgasmed, releasing his seed.
After a few weak thrusts, Ivan rolled over to lie beside Canada, not wanting to crush her. For a few moments, neither moved, trying to catch their breath while still revelling in the bliss, and coming to terms with what they had just done and with whom. But as the two looked over at one another, they both beamed and cuddled close, throwing the sheets over themselves to guard against the Arctic chill. It didn't matter who they were for that night, they were happy to forget and just be themselves.
Before the rest of the camp woke up, Russia snuck out of the camp and headed back towards his own. The men would probably wonder where he had been all night, and why a stupid grin was plastered on his face, but he didn't care. This had been the best celebration of almost-spring (though it didn't look it in this permanently frozen world) Ivan had ever had.
Four weeks later, he got the call.
"Ivan…I'm pregnant."
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Notes
St. Patrick's Day: An Irish holiday celebrated on March 17th to commemorate Ireland's patron saint, Patrick. St. Patrick was said to have been called by God to Christianize the pagan Irish. He died on March 17th, which subsequently became his feast day. In modern times, St. Patrick's Day is celebrated throughout North America and the British Isles, though it is celebrated mainly only by Irish communities in other countries throughout the world. Generally, one wears green on this day, may also sport other traditionally Irish symbols such as the shamrock, and gets totally smashed. All of these are done with a great amount of gusto by those of Irish descent. The drinking of green beer and the singing of traditional folk songs may also occur.
I thought I would spend a bit of time educating you guys about St. Paddy's, since I myself am of Irish descent and bear this proudly (funny enough, I am against alcohol consumption XD who knew, eh?). For the most part, it's just an excuse to get drunk, which I believe Russia and Canada have perfectly executed in this chapter. :D
Chapter 2 coming soon!
Blaklite