I apologize greatly if this is too short. Yes, well it really is too short. *shot* This is in America's POV. I did my best to make this historically accurate. o3o Wrote this for a very dear friend from DA. ILY Aya!
I don't own the characters...I'm not awesome enough to create them. :I
Never once did I think bed creaks could sound like gun shots, moans like cries, sweat to blood and huffs sounding like goodbyes.
Sweat drops were descending down on different parts of my body as the Russian man below me kept moving his very skillful hips, slamming against my prostate. My trembling arms were rested upon his bare shoulders, preventing me from losing balance as I was rocked above him. I could hardly see him because pleasure was invading my mind; pleasure and of course the war.
As we were enjoying our passionate intercourse people were suffering, dying and fighting because of us, mostly me of course. I was the one who didn't want to lose dominance. I was the one who wanted other nations adapting my ideological line and economic interest. I was the one who was at fault. Though our war wasn't personal, if it was I wouldn't be alone in a room with him, wouldn't I? We didn't fight directly but through our satellites, countries that were our allies and colonies. Proxy wars were all over.
"You alright?" the stronger nation asked without stopping his thrusting.
I nodded, knowing moans would interrupt my sentences.
"You shouldn't worry about them." He started, "Now is our time not to be countries but rather people who are in love." His standard smile turned loving, "You're Alfred and I am Ivan, not America or Russia."
The Cold War was still on-going, countries still fought about ways of government, religion and such but I couldn't help but agree with Ivan. But still even after our lovemaking I wasn't going to lose. I'll stay firm to my beliefs.
"Ivan," I called out, "I love you but I'm still the hero."
END.
Should this be rated M? o_o Reviews make me happy. ;w;
