Hello, dear readers!
I promise I will continue with my delayed works and I'm currently working on another stories. They are going to be several chapters long and I hope you like them, but this is a little story that had been stuck in my head for a long time and I wanted to share it with you.
In the story, and in my head, Canada – which I think is the second largest country in the world – is the same height, or an inch or two shorter than Russia because of said reason. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!
"Oh my God! Angleterre, do something! He is giving me that creepy look again and he makes me piss my pants!" France squealed as he ran away from Russia, next to whom he had been sitting for the previous ten minutes the World Meeting had lasted. Next to the now empty chair was England, quietly sipping his lukewarm cup of tea, not even bothered the slightest that France, his former enemy and also former ally – their relationship was complicated –, had just ran off.
"You always piss your pants, France" he said flatly, not looking up from his cup. Russia giggled like a little boy who had just done something naughty he thought it was funny and hid the lower half of his face behind the scarf he always kept around his neck, the dark violet aura around him he had been giving France only a couple seconds ago, fading away "Bloody frog" England whispered as he sipped his tea and put the cup back on the saucer.
On the other side of the table, America was glaring at Russia through his glasses. He couldn't stand the commie, even if his brother Canada told him he technically wasn't a 'commie' anymore. He knew, deep inside, that he would go back to his roots and become a power-hungry commie in no time back again. With that reasoning, why wouldn't he put the Czar back on the throne? After all, he had been ruled by that guy throughout all his history, that had been his brother's reasoning and America couldn't argue with that.
Canada knew Russia all too well. They were both large countries with inhospitably cold weather and snow that could cover you up entirely if you were out in winter for more than twenty minutes without moving from your spot. Most of their population were polar bears, basically. But anyways, the reason why he knew him wasn't that, particularly. It had all started a year ago, when Russia had again sat on Canada's lap, not even noticing the second largest country in the world…
It was cold outside, and it wasn't even autumn! Anyways, America was complaining the whole car ride about the weather and how much he hated this weather, whilst Canada looked out the window from his spot in the passenger seat of America's car. They came to a stop in front of a red light and the tall Canadian looked at the reflection of the car on the window of a shop. He swore he couldn't see himself in there, even if the glasses were not polarized. He sighed, it was just like everybody else that didn't notice him being there or confused him with his brother, with gave him a lot of trouble, especially with Cuba.
They finally arrived at the UN Building and Canada took a seat. Unlike the meetings of the representatives of their countries, they didn't have assigned seats, so each nation could seat wherever they wanted. Perhaps Japan didn't want to sit next to China, even though they both belonged to the Asian continent, and rather wanted to sit with someone he felt more comfortable with like Germany and Italy. It's not like he talked to anyone during the meeting.
Soon, all the countries started filling in and Russia came through the double doors as Canada was checking his phone. He felt something on his lap and looked up to see someone sitting on top of him who he recognised immediately as his brother's former enemy and also ally – again, most of relations between countries were that complicated, so it wasn't so abnormal to love each other and then hate them. Canada sighed: again a long, boring meeting in which he would later feel his legs numb because of Russia.
He wasn't heavy, that was a thing that had surprised him the first time he ever sat on his lap. He was quite light for someone so tall. Well, they were the same height, but Canada was sure that he would weight much more than him. And it was not that he was fat – like his brother – but because during the long winter months, he liked to warm himself up by working out, which gave him a pretty ripped body. At least, that's what all the girls – and some boys – he had been with had said.
Equality, bitch!
The meeting carried on and Russia didn't stop squirming on top of him, and mixed with the fact that he could feel his firm butt pressing against his crotch, it made his little southern friend wake up like it shouldn't have. He was mortified and his face couldn't have been redder, but he wished and prayed that, much like Russia hadn't noticed that he was sitting there, he wouldn't notice the way his cock was straining against his slacks and poking his butt. He suddenly stopped moving and remained still during the rest of the meeting.
Canada tried to think of everything unsexy in the world to get rid of his problem, but nothing seemed to work. Not even grandmas. And that always worked for him, but this time it seemed to be different. Like there was some kind of spell on his cock. Finally, the meeting was adjourned and he hoped that Russia would get up and leave the room as one of the first nations to do so. Then, Canada would get up and leave as well, with his briefcase covering his nether regions.
Nothing went as planned.
"I thought it would never get hard" he heard a sultry, almost childish voice – he didn't know who the fuck would find a children's voice 'sultry', but anyways – saying once the entire room was empty. The Canadian looked up as Russia stood on his feet and turned to him, looking down at his flushed face and then at the protruding bulge in his beige slacks with a small smirk on his face "Finally it did" he said, smiling wider.
Canada was at loss of words. What was he talking about? Russia seemed to catch on Canada's obliviousness, so he kneeled down between his legs and, without further ago, unzipped his pants and took out his large member from his pants "It's bigger than I thought!" he said with a giggle and a small blush covering his pale cheeks. His big, violet eyes were glowing as he looked at the startled Canadian while sucking his cock with his plump pink lips wrapped around the organ, sliding up and down with obvious expertise.
He felt a slight bite in his cockhead that caused a shiver to go through his entire body. He curled his toes inside his shoes and finally spoke up in a breathy voice "R-Russia… wh-what are you d-doing?" the cute Russian wasn't stopping and Canada soon found his fingers tangling on his soft beige hair, encouraging to keep going as he felt himself closer and closer to the edge until…
Russia got up, wiping his lips with the back of his gloved hand. Canada was startled. He even though Russia must have been under some kind of spell which forced him to suck him off and now he had broken free. He squinted his eyes shut expecting to hear the familiar Kols, but instead, opened them when he heard a heavy cloth hitting the floor. Russia had taken off his coat and was unwrapping the scarf from his neck, an obvious bulge on his brown slacks "I want you to fuck me like a whore" he said, leaning over the desk and dropping his trousers and underwear, exposing his milky white smooth bubble butt.
"Oh, shit" Canada said, still in a state of half shock half daze from the sudden blowjob he had received from the man who was presenting himself to him like that in the UN Building, where anyone could come in at any moment, regardless that the meeting had ended almost twenty minutes ago. He felt his cock twitching and thought 'what the hell' as he got up and lost his clothing "Bareback?" he asked.
"Yes, I want to feel you filling me up like a slutty little bitch" Russia moaned and that made Canada's cock even harder. He grasped the Russian's hips as he began to slide his member, lubricated by the other's saliva, inside of his butthole, biting his lower lip upon feeling the tightness. Russia did not hold back and he moaned until he was all the way inside of him. Canada wanted to give him some time to adjust to his size, but Russia was having none of it "Fuck me" he said with a whiny voice that drove Canada wild.
He smirked as he started to pound in and out of Russia's plump butt, making him moan louder and louder by every push of Canada's large cock. He pressed himself flush against the other's back, which was smaller than he thought – apparently, the coat made him look bigger – and started to kiss his neck and bite his earlobe. When Russia felt Canada's lips on his neck, he began moaning and gasping because he had found his most sensitive spot, which he always kept hidden underneath his scarf to avoid anybody touching it by accident.
When Canada came inside of Russia with a manly growl that resounded throughout the entire room and the Russian did the same over the desk with a soft sigh, they both dropped down to the floor, their legs giving out. Canada looked at Russia, both of their blushes were starting to fade as they looked at each other "Why did you do that?" he asked.
Russia chuckled "Because I like you and… I thought you thought I was scary, so I decided to prove you otherwise by taking you by surprise. Did it work?" he asked with hope in his beautiful eyes. Canada smiled and pecked the other's soft plump lips.
"Of course it did" he said.
From then on, they had been a very sexually active couple, meeting almost thrice or four times a week to have sex wherever they can. Russia's favourite place is the back of Canada's car and Canada's was the place when they first had intimate contact: the meeting room at the UN Building.
The meeting was over, but the room had to be cleaned because America had spilled his coke while bragging about how awesome his plan to stop world hunger was, so, when they were out of sight from everyone, Canada took Russia's gloved hand and led him to another empty room. He motioned for him to enter first and Russia nodded with a smile on his cute face as he walked forward. Canada turned on the lights: it was a smaller conference room, but a conference room nonetheless.
"Oh, you had been so busy with your boss lately that I'm dying to have you inside of me" Russia said as soon as he had closed the door, grabbing him by the shirt. Canada smirked, remembering the text he had got from Russia a couple days ago during a meeting with his boss in Ottawa. It had an attached video, which showed his boyfriend spread on their bed pushing a big purple dildo in and out of his wanting hole and moaning 'Canada, baby' all over. He had ran to his house and furiously jerked off, obviously videoing that and sending it to his horny lover.
"Bend over, my Czarina, I'm going to show you what you've been missing" he said as Russia eagerly removed his coat and trousers.
On the parking lot of the building, America was about to start his car when he remembered he had left his watch on the bathroom as he washed his hands after having spilled the coke on the carpet of the conference room. He opened the door and walked over to the entrance once again.
When he arrived at the second floor, he started hearing noises. Familiar noises. As he walked deeper and deeper in the corridor, with that eerie horror film atmosphere that appeared every time someone was walking down an almost dark corridor all alone and hearing distant noises. He didn't want to walk inside a room where a small raven-haired Asian girl was crying. He would have to run like hell if she wanted to eat his soul and he wasn't very fit, to say the least.
When he walked past a closed door, the sounds were clearer: they were moans of pleasure. He smirked as he realised that perhaps someone was being naughty inside the conference room, so he took out his phone and began filming as he slowly cracked the door open.
He could see the muscular back of a blonde guy thrusting as he grunted. America held in his chuckles as he continued filming until he heard "Oh, Canada!" his face paled. That was his brother!? Oh, this was getting better. Who was the young lady who had managed to talk innocent little Canada into having sex in a potentially public place. They changed positions and America hid behind the door as Canada stepped back and allowed the other person to turn around so he could pound them looking into their eyes. His phone was up and he was hoping to see…
RUSSIA!?
"What the fuck!?" he yelled out loud without even noticing, but the lovers did. They quickly scrambled to cover themselves. They saw America and America saw them, so he got up and walked over to his brother "What the fuck are you doing with the commie, bro?" he asked, really angry that this was happening.
Canada was about to speak, when Russia interrupted him "What's wrong with it, Amerika? He loves it… are you jealous?" he asked with a smirk on his face, covering his nether regions with his coat over his lap, sitting on the desk. America saw red and was about to beat the crap out of that smart-ass commie, when Canada stopped him.
"Stop! You have to right to meddle in my affairs. I…" he looked at his lover, who was also looking at him, expecting him to say something important "I love him. He is the love of my life" he said smiling at Russia, who smiled back. America made gagging noises, but when Canada glared at him, he got the message and held up his hands.
"Okay, I'm not going to say anything else" he put his hands down and turned to Russia, glaring at him even though he was glaring back "But, if you hurt my little brother, I will kill you" he threatened. Russia smiled and chuckled.
"Don't worry, I love him too and would kill myself before hurting him" he looked at Canada and slowly pecked his lips, making them both smile. America rolled his eyes and left the room without any further word, to look for his watch, which had probably been stolen by now.
"You want to go home?" Canada asked as he helped Russia down from the table. The other shook his head slowly.
"Everywhere I'm with you, I'm home" he said with a smile on his pretty lips. Canada felt his heart beating faster and faster "I love you"
Canada threw himself at the smaller Russian, pushing him against the desk and making out with him. He truly had the best boyfriend ever.
I hope you liked it. If you did, please leave a review. You don't have to, but it would be nice.