Scotch is Better Than Vodka

a Hetalia fan fiction

by hitagashi

Summary: Ivan and Arthur have an argument over whether or not Scotch is better than Vodka at a meeting.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and I make no money off of these writings.

I personally have never been able to decide which is better. I love vodka and scotch pretty much equally. That and I have always wanted to combine them. Always thought it would be good I think. That and... I can see Arthur and Ivan arguing about it in front of everyone.

Enjoy.

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Alfred walked into the room with a smile on his face, humming a tune by one of his newer bands.

"Vodka is not better than scotch you git!" A large book flew passed his head and almost collided with the smiling Russian's face. The smile grew, a taunting expression showing clearly.

"Yes it is. It's much better!" The room was quiet then, for a mere moment before a large bottle crashed into the wall beside the soviet's head. He blinked and looked beside him, frowning at the ruined vodka. "What a waste." Arthur came out of the supply room, eyebrow furrowed in anger as he presented the whole room with a sight of his currently naked chest. When he looked at what they were staring at, he flushed and placed the box he was holding on the table before buttoning up his shirt once more. He looked into his box and pulled out a bottle, smiling broadly at the annoyed Russian.

"This is real alcohol." Ivan smiled wide, face stretching as an annoyed tick reached his face. Arthur merely copied the expression, knowing he was wearing on the soviet's thin patience. He saw some of the others glancing pleadingly at him, desperately wanting him to stop but he merely continued, pulling out shot glasses with a triumphant expression on his face. Ivan pulled out a bottle of vodka from his jacket, moving to sit beside the Brit and setting the bottle on the table.

"A contest then?" The blond tilted his head and grinned, snickering at the idea.

"All right. Winner makes the loser do whatever he wants." He looked over at the other as he nodded in agreement.

"For a week." The blond's eyebrows shot up and he blinked at the angry tone laced in the voice.

"Right. As long as it's not... alcohol related." The soviet nodded and both filled a shot glass, grimacing slightly as they drank the other beverage. Arthur felt his nose twitch at the odd taste. Ivan made a displeased face at the foreign flavor of the scotch and then set his glass back down. Francis had moved the other nations away, not knowing when they would start to fel the effect of the drinks.

They went through the first half quickly, neither showing any signs of being affected. Shot after shot being filled and taken in. About three quarters of the way through the bottles, Arthur's cheeks were tinted slightly and he was started to feel somewhat drunk. Ivan grimaced at the feeling in his gut, the foreign drink causing him to feel the beginnings of hunger. He looked over to his drinking partner and grinned, feeling he would win. They continued, finishing off the alcohol quickly. The last shot and Ivan placed his glass calmly on the table, eyes trailing over Arthur's form, the delecate frame and the way he seemed ethereally beautiful in the soft light in the room.

"Okaaaaaaaay. You win." He yawned and collapsed forward, flushed and tired from the feeling of being drunk. The Russian grinned widely, the happy face back on, a seemingly innocent expression. Arthur looked up and glared weakly. "I still don' thin' vodka ish betteeerrr." A deep chuckle greeted him and he barely recognized the feeling of him being lifted. He giggled softly as the warmth coming from the sandy haired male. He nodded at the other countries before leaving, a small tune coming from him.

--At Ivan's house--

Arthur woke up slowly, still feeling slightly warm and drunk. He bliked rapidly at the unfamiliar surroundings. He sat up and then shot back under the blankets in search of more warmth. Wherever he was was so cold he could feel it even in his slightly drunk state.

"Ah, you're awake I see." He looked out from his little area under the blankets at the smiling man, noting the distinct lack of his jacket, gloves and shirt. He still wore his pants, boots and scarf but his chest was completely bare. He glared at him with a small chatter of his teeth. The Russian blinked and then grinned, moving over and sitting on the bed. "Come here." He patted his lap and Arthur glanced at him cautiously, unsure if he could trust him. Besides, it was freezing out there. He reached a hand forward, touching the muscular abdomen before drawing back quickly. He made a face and retreated from the man with a glare. The Russian grinned and pulled the blankets away from Arthur, placing them beside him and patting his lap again. The Brit shivered slightly and crawled forward, moving to settle in the cold man's lap. He straddled his waist, pressing close in an attempt to be warm. The soviet pulled blankets over them, wrapping them both in the comfortable heat.

"Wh-Why the hell is it so bloody cold?" Ivan tilted his head with a chuckle, bring the blond closer with a hand to his hip, setting the man's alarms off.

"It's winter in Russia. It will be very cold here..." His face moved close to Arthur's causing the cold one to blush slightly. "It will be very cold here for a very long time now." Lips sealed over his and Arthur felt his eyes widen, fingers closing onto the tan scarf. He could tell he was no longer drunk, he knew that much, the cold had driven it away, but still, he pressed forward, lips moving against the soviet's greedily. He could feel the heat from the other, feel the way his muscles seemed to ripple with delight at this. He parted his lips, somewhat and the Russian took no pause as he pressed his tongue into the pale man's mouth. He tilted his head to the side, pulling on blond hair so that he opened his mouth for him more. He whimpered softly, fingers digging into the scarf ash e was moved to a comfortable position for the larger male. They parted and England panted, blushing at what he had just done.

"I... still say scotch is better than vodka." He felt the heat of something pressed closer to him at that and blushed. He shifted a bit in the muscular man's lap, earning a small grin from him. He felt the blanket falling around him as he tried to get comfortable, deciding that he was fine the way he was when he settled extremely close to the cold man.

"Then I might have to do something drastic, yes?" The Brit blinked and was pushed back onto the bed, no longer inside the blankets and being covered by a half naked Russian. He blushed and shifted somewhat before he felt Ivan press his hips forward. He took in a breath of air at the heady feeling, heat pressing against him and pooling in his groin at the sensation. He pressed closer to him, pulling his face close by looping his arms around his neck. He began to pant as he felt Russia's cock strain against his pants when they pressed together. He let out a soft gasp as a large hand undid his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly and pushing it off of his chest. He fingers moved quickly over his skin, digging in softly to the skin on his hips when he felt the blond wriggle. He received a small gasp and Arthur arched off the bed somewhat. Ivan moved his fingers lower then, undoing his pants and boxers, sliding them down, feathering his fingers over pale and soft skin. He tossed them away from them, not caring where they landed.

"H-Hey, what are--?" His words were cut off by another kiss, hands pinned to the bed bside his head. He shifted against Russia again and made a keening whine in the back of his throat. Ivan pulled back at that, wondering where it came from. The Brit tugged his arms, trying to move them. "Wanna touch." His words were quiet, pleading, his face deep red as he looked away. Ivan chuckled, the sound cascading over Arthur while his hands were let up. His fingers moved to touch his chest, hands sliding across the expanse of muscle. He was amazed by the way it seemed to quiver under his touch, flexing wherever he touched. He wiggled slightly and moved his hands further, sliding them down his abdomen and up his sides, breath hitching at the feeling of scars. His fingers slid down to his front again before he kissed him, gentle kisses on the corners of his mouth before pressing his lips directly to Ivan's, parting them expectantly and then moaning softly as the other mapped out his mouth, slow, seductive sweeps of his tongue. The soviet knew he was up to something but didn't expect for England to open his pants, sliding his clothes on his lower body down so that he could press his hips up, naked flesh touching as he wrapped his legs around the larger male's waist. His hands slid back up, stopping on his shoulders.

His hips pressed up and he broke from the kiss to moan softly, the sound coming out unbidden. He bit his lip as Ivan trailed his tongue over his neck, nibbling gently at the area just below his jaw. His mouth moved lower, nipping before biting down hard on the area between his shoulder and neck. England tensed up, gasping in pain as blunt teeth sunk in and made him bleed. He felt his eyes open impossibly wide as something large nudged its way inside him. He felt it slide in, his body's attention on the wound on his neck until he was fully seated. He pulled his mouth away, grunting softly as Arthur's nails dug into his shoulders again, leaving scratches on his back. He moaned softly as the soviet pulled out, only to thrust back in quickly, enjoying the feel of the hot passage surrounding him.

"H-harder." His voice shook and he pressed his body down. Ivan grinned, the same dark look he got while killing adorning his face as he sat up, the Brit sliding completely onto him. The blond gasped and tossed his head back, seeming to glow when he let out a long moan. The shirt still on his arms brushed against them where they were joined and caused him to shiver. Russia pulled the smaller arms away so that he could remove the shirt, rolling his eyes when the other removed his scarf weakly.

"Beautiful." His fingers traced patterns on his hips while he pulled him up and pressed him back down. Arthur whinpered softly, leaning in close, face burying in Ivan's neck, fingers scratching softly as he moved himself against the man, gasping somewhat every now and then. The soviet made him move slowly, pleased by the Brit's willing nature to the act. He knew that had he not wanted it, he would have taken him anyway but this... the way he whimpered, the clenching of his muscles as he drove inside of him, the glow his skin produced. All of it was worht going slow. He had seen the Brit become an angel before but he had never been amazed by it. It never seemed all too grand. And yet when the man was in the throes of passion he was more angelic than ever. Arthur made a small whine, distracting him from his thoughts and bringing a grin to his face. He pushed him back, pulling out slightly as he did and then driving back in. He moved faster, forcing the blond into a kiss as he drove deep inside of him. His mouth caught all his sounds but he pulled away briefly to hear what he would do when he began stroking his cock.

"I-Ivan...." His name, whispered so greedily in such a needy voice brought a deep moan from him, the sound echoing softly in the smaller male's ears. He opened his eyes somewhat, breath hitching as he saw the way that normally perfect hair became messy, sweat was barely coating the man's body but it still glistened, shining softly and catching his eyes the most was the faint flush on the soviet's face. He parted his lips and swiped his tongue over tham, absolutely amazed at the effect this had on the usually composed man. He arched up sharply, eyes widening as he lost the will to breathe, fingers digging deep wounds into the broad shoulders. He muttered something in Gaelic before releasing, his seed spurting over his chest.

The Russian hissed softly, fingers tightening on pale hips as he continued to thrust into him, wanting to find release for himself as well. He slanted his mouth over the Brit's to block his own sound when he came, filling the blond completely. His finger loosened their grip and he pulled out, lying down beside the blond. He noticed the vived red color of his face with a snort.

"Only done that once." The Russian raised an eyebrow and slid onto an arm to look at him. Green eyes looked at him and red lips turned down in a frown. "Back when I was a pirate. Spain and I were tired of fighting and what started out as a chess game turned into sex." He grimaced and rolled his shoulders. "He was more talkative than you." He looked at the large man beside him and rolled onto his side, getting closer. His fingers followed a similar path to the earlier one's, mesmerized by the muscles. "And it was no where near as exciting." The Russian grinned and rolled over the blond, pressing him into the mattress again. He received a seductive smile for the action and words that came out as a purr. What's on the agenda then?"

A

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