Author's note- yeah, yet another story with Hetalia! This is the 3rd Hetalia story I've ever done, I really love the pairing of RussiaxCanada, and I hope the rest of the world agrees. It could be because I'm Canadian though... eh? Yeah, so guess who wrote this instead of studying for his French exam. Yeah, that's write me! :D
Warning- I don't own any of the characters from Hetalia and also, this is yaoi so if you no like-y, you no read-y. It's really just that simple. So, with that let's start the story.
Canada found himself looking around the table, Kumajirou had gone missing and he didn't know where he could possibly be. It's not like the bear ever sat still during a meeting but today was different; there was no buffet table where he usually sat under to away from the crowd. (And eat his fill of sweets) Canada was really starting to worry, he hadn't seen the bear since lunch and that had been more than a few hours ago.
Soon enough the meeting was brought to an end for the day and Canada decided to simply stay in his seat, so that he could look for Kuma without disturbing anyone else around him. Not like they would even notice him snooping around, no one else probably even noticed that he is here. It was a little bit frustrating, he hated being forgotten: but could never find the strength to be able to speak up loud enough to be heard. The last country left the room, and he was completely alone.
With a small sigh; Canada pulled himself up from his chair and started doing a thorough search of the room. If he was correct, Kuma was just hiding in the room somewhere; usually he was much too tired to go farther than the door away from Canada. Maybe Kuma couldn't remember who Canada was, but at least he was constantly there. He liked to treat Canada like a life line and never really left his side. 'Well, until now that is.' Canada thought moping slightly.
It worried Canada to see that his little bear friend had wondered off; what if he had mistaken America for him and followed him home? That thought made him giggle; Kumajirou always claimed that his brother smelled like frying fat and hamburgers.
While trying to stay on task, he walked around the room checking every single chair for the polar bear that was most likely sleeping somewhere. Canada let out a small growl in pure frustration after all the chairs were checked; finding that bear was never easy. For being really lazy, he could really hide.
The next place he decided to look was underneath the large horse-shoe shaped table which took up half of the room and probably could seat 40. The table cloth was down to the ground all the way around, so it was possible that he was under there all that time and Canada had just lost track of him. 'Possible.' Canada considered, 'Just not very likely.'
Getting down on his hands and knees he began to carefully search underneath of the table cloth. He was so concentrated on his search, that he didn't even hear someone else enter the room. However he did feel it when a hand came down and caressed his ass roughly. He jumped and attempted to turn around, but his attacker placed a hand on the small of his back, keeping him held down into place. It was a very large hand, and it made him feel sort of small.
Canada felt tears swell up in his eyes; why was someone molesting him? He was suppose to be a country; the second largest in the entire world! Yet here he was being held down to the ground, having his ass rubbed by- "Ah..." Canada unwillingly moaned out, completely losing his trail of thought.
That hand, it had gone from feeling up his behind to massaging the unwanted erection which had managed to form in his pants. 'Damn my male anatomy! I can't even stop myself from becoming erect!' Canada thought, while grinding his teeth and letting a few of the formed tears escape from his eyes.
When the front button of his pants was undone by that same large, he had started to crawl away. Much to Canada's dismay, that larger man decided to lay completely on top of him, making it impossible to escape. His captor was definitely male because he could feel a large erection pressing into his backside. "Please, p-please stop this." Canada managed to choke out between the tears which were free falling down his face and the unwilling moans that just wouldn't stop forming at the back of his throat.
It was only when the man spoke to him that he realized just who it was. "Become one with me, da?" That voice combined with the heavy accent, and the da which was located at the end of his sentence, meant it could only possibly be one person. When the same large hand that had been touching him earlier came back and decided it would be fun to roughly rip off his shirt, Canada found himself screaming as loudly as his quiet voice would let him; "Russia, p-please stop this!"
That's when brutally sharp teeth attacked at the back of his neck, marking him for the entire world to see. A small trail of blood dripped down from the teeth marks as if to show just how much it had hurt him. "Nyet, I cannot stop Matvey, I want you to become one with mother Russia." The larger of the two explained while running his tongue along the marks he had just made. They looked delectable on Canada's pale skin.
Not waiting for Canada to reply, Russia hooked his arms around the smaller and roughly twisted his perky nipples. Canada gasped loudly; out of pain or pleasure, he really couldn't tell. Though Russia seemed to think it was definitely the later, as he did it once more, this time licking the shell of his ear as well. This time when Canada hissed out, Russia decided to flip him over; so that they were face to face.
Dragging his tongue around Canada's now exposed face; Russia licked away tha salty tears which continued to rain down. Canada could have laughed at how ironic that was; Russia was holding him down pretty much against his will and yet he was also kissing his tears away. He couldn't decide if this looked more like a rape scene or a newlywed couple. 'Yeah, because those two scenarios are really so close to-' His thoughts were cut off when their lips met for a heated kiss.
It was much more gentle then Canada thought it would be, in fact by the way Russia was licking at his lips looking for entrance; it was like he wanted Canada to agree; after all he wasn't use to getting any attention at all and it felt sort of nice. He opened his mouth and let Russia in to explore his moist cavern. Canada noted as they played tonsil hockey, (Yay, a hockey reference) that Russia was full out smiling into the kiss.
Was that yet another sign that Russia wanted his consent to this? He wasn't given enough time to find out, because Russia found this to be the perfect time to rid him of his pants, while kissing a trail down to his nipples. He sucked at them till Canada was reduced to a moaning heap of mush. It was then that Russia finally moved off of him, standing up to disrobe himself down to his boxers as well.
Canada found himself swallowing hard; did he really want to go through with this? If he did then it could be taken as an act of betrayal towards his brother. The two of them were sworn enemy's, which meant that he wasn't suppose to talk to him, let alone sleep with him on the floor of the meeting room. And on the other side; was he really willing to sleep with anyone who noticed him? The answer wasn't present in his mind and at this point he was much too hot to care anymore. This wasgoing to happen and he didn't care who the heel found out, if they could remember who he was long enough to get mad at him; then applause to them.
From the ground he leaned up and nuzzled the hard lump which had formed in the larger mans boxers. If this really was going to happen, then he might as well go all out. He ran his tongue over the bulge before nipping it slightly with his teeth. After all, this was Russia he was about to get with; and if all of the stories were true then a little pain will just heighten the intense pleasure.
It seemed to work because Russia threw his head back in pleasure. He gave another lick, liking the look that stayed present on Russia's now glowing red face. Yes, this was definitely something he was going to enjoy. Lifting up his hands, Canada genteelly pulled down Russia's boxers; gasping slightly when he saw the true size of the larger man. No thoughts of doubt ran back through his mind, for once Canada decided to do something he didn't like to stop until it was finished.
He sat up into the best angle he could, and gave Russia's swollen meat a light lick, from the bottom to the tip. When Russia moaned in approval, he did it again with just a little more pressure. Soon, he left the innocent licks behind and began to suck on the tip. As if it were a chain reaction, Russia immediately placed his hand in Canada's hair. One slight push forward and Canada felt as though Russia had begged him to do it with thousands and thousands of words. Why was that exactly? The answer was really simple, Russia was in charge and whatever he wanted to happen, would definitely happen.
The way Russia looked at him and not through him, the way he touched him. Those were all things that just made him want to completely submit. Not that submission is a bad thing, especially if that was what Russia wanted. God, he would do anything Russia wanted as long as he didn't pull away. He sucked hard, and deep throated as much of the oversized cock as he could manage.
It was at that moment that Russia decided to push Canada onto his back and rip his boxers off. That made the blond country shiver, being exposed to another made him sort of nervous. God, he hadn't even done this with anyone else before, but had experimented a few times by himself. Before he could tell Russia that he would prepare himself; (he wanted to please him in any way that he possibly could and was hoping to put on a small show) Canada felt his legs being lifted up off of the ground.
The voice that was about to come out of his throat was completely swallowed when he felt a mouth push up against his ass. He threw his head back when a tongue intruding his pucker hole. "Russia." He found himself moaning loudly.
The wet organ thrusted in and out, swirling around causing a great wave of pleasure each and every time. Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it completely disappeared. His legs were dropped and their mouths were connected once again. Russia leaned back to give his smaller blond lover a few seconds of breath. He leaned forward and chomped down on Canada's ear and whispered; "Just call me Ivan."
Nothing else was said before two fingers found their way down and began to ravage the blond's insides. Canada arched his entire back, backwards trying to take the long, thick digits in farther. It was hard to believe that he'd never done this with some else before, it felt amazing! Keeping the fingers in the Canadian, Russia stared at the hot mess before him, before saying; "We don't have any lubrication, so you'll have to make this as wet as you can for me, Da?" Gesturing towards his cock.
Canada was pulled to his knees and brought to head level with the oversized penis. God, had he really gotten that entire thing in his mouth earlier? Just then another finger joined the two and fanned out, making Canada scream his name. In attempt to silence himself a bit, Canada shoved as much of the hot rod into his mouth as he possibly could without choking. This was all moving so fast, but Canada couldn't bring himself to care. God, it felt so damn good to be noticed.
Not wanting to wait another moment, pulled his head back off the wet and now leaking erection. He gave one small gasp for air before begging; "Please, I can't wait anymore! Take me, claim me, do anything you want. Oh Ivan use me in any way you like, just don't forget about me." He could just about hear Ivan smile, ha had sounded so pitiful. That was exactly what Ivan wanted.
Ivan panted at the sound of his voice; it was a want-on; so needy, so damn fuckable and pretty. He pressed his erection up against the hole at the same moment he withdrew his fingers giving Matthew no time to even whine about the loss. While pushing in he quickly realized that he should have used more of his fingers to prepare him, because it was way tighter than he expected it to be. Then Russia realized a second factor; the smaller man who was centuries old, had to be a virgin.
Russia was trying to be as gentle as he possibly could; which wasn't easy considering just how big he is. Canada's head flew back in pleasure, god why hadn't he tried something like this before? "Oh Ivan, please just fuck me hard. Make it so it hurts for me to sit down tomorrow, so that I can't take a step without thinking about you're large stick inside of me. I want you to be able to see the look on the others faces when I have a limp tomorrow, take me; use me." He groaned out.
Russia used all of his strength to push himself hard into the tight cavern which was Canada. The two seemed to melt together and even though they were on the floor of the meeting room; it felt as though they were making love on their wedding night. They just couldn't get enough of one another, it was rough and hard and so filled with pleasure.
Neither of them wanted this to end, but nothing good can last forever. Even when Canada wanted it to, but when Russia thrusted into that special spot deep within him, he couldn't stop himself from spilling all over their chests.
Russia groaned as Canada tightened around him, making the intense pleasure even more amazing. Unable to with stand it any longer he thrusted in once more as hard as he could manage and poured his seed into Canada's willing body. As he pulled out, Russia looked down at his new found lover, who had fallen asleep do to overexertion. This had been really fun and he already couldn't wait until they found an opportunity to do it again.
There would be another time, for Matvey was all his now and he would be the only man to ever touch him. Yes, this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
Yes, I see Russia being a very over protective and pushy boyfriend. Don't you just think that it fits into his character as well as being childish does?