Title: Just Bracket It

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Warning: This is Yaoi, if you don't like it, what are you doing here? o.o

Hello Everyone!

I'm Blumeshullman, nice to meet you, this is the first chapter of a fic about the best couple of Hetalia: AmericaxRussia!

I really want to thank my beatareader Soggypotatoes and also Magicalgentleman who helped me to correct the first chapter.

And I will dispel your doubts about some double R: They're here because of Russia's accent!^^

Have a good read! (I will send the second chapter soon, I promise)

-Mmmmh!

Alfred was trembling in Russia's arms.

- Oooowah...

- Why specifically this place? Ivan asked, referring to his neck which had turned practically red because of Alfred's kisses and bites.

- Hmmmm you don't know why? Well it's because... I wanna invade your intimate space." "... in good faith" Alfred added, tantalising.

Ivan thought that the shortest way to make Alfred shut up was to give him other things to do than chatting. That's why he grabbed the American's dick firmly and began to give him a very tight and virile hand job, without making the effort to remove his black leather gloves. Instantly America let out a cry and turned his head, exposing his white neck...

- Ouch! Why did you bite me that hard?

- I think the one who wants to invade otherrs should not complain when he gets hurrt.

- Fair enough.

Russia's grip around his dick was almost painful. It was good, though.

-Hummm, so tight... must be the same in you.

Ivan opened his eyes wide, temporary too astonished to react, letting Alfred's sex escape from his grip. This stupid American didn't really think he would dominate him? Horror-stricken, he realised that Alfred had disappeared.

- Let's check it out right now!

- Waitaminute! You'rre not trrying to dominate me, da?

- Ho no, I'm not trying. America giggled, sliding his hand between their bodies down to Russia's boxers. "Impressive!" he said as he found the enormous erection, opening his eyes wide. "But tonight I'm the seme" he added, kissing Russia's shoulder.

- What's that? Hot Warr?

- Hell no, you missed the point. I just want you. This is anything but a war. Please?

- Not like that. You should go back by yourrself beforre you get hurrt.

- C'mon, I know perfectly well that I can't force you, but I wanna give you something.

- Like yourr dick in my ass? No thanks.

- Don't use vulgar words.

- I'll be polite when you get off.

- Listen, I can be your hero, I won't tell anyone about this.

- As if it was enough.

- You want more guarantees?

- Yes. ...I mean no! Just get off!

- I promise. It will just be between you and me and no one will know. I promise I won't hurt you, that's something I truly want to share with you, cause you never did this, did you? It's better if it's me, isn't it? I'll take care, really. Don't you wanna know how it feels? Don't you wanna know why people always crave for this? I wanna make you discover things nice. In no way it is a plan to humiliate you, you'll always be stronger than me and I know that.

- I wonderr why you even think you can prropose this to me. No one else would.

- Because they think of themselves first and you must be great in bed I guess.

- Flatterry does not worrk on me.

- Oh well, I was being honest though. So if it doesn't work... Does cuddling?

- ...

- I shouldn't tell you this now but it does not mean nothing to me, you're kind of... special.

-...

- Really.

- I feel like I've fallen in a verry stupid trrap

- Oh Ivan!

Alfred wrote in a mental post-it: "cuddles and cheesy romantic words" and lifted the Russian's legs upon his shoulders and slowly. He stroked his ass lightly and licked his fingers to use his saliva as lube. Closing his eyes he put the first phalanx of his forefinger in the very tight inner space of Russia who let a sound escape from his lips, something between a whisper and a sob. He couldn't help but feeling humbled so Alfred started to kiss him nicely and reward him with gentle and stupid phrases while he put his finger deeper in him. A feeling like a wave started to invade America, he didn't know why but suddenly he knew that he needed this too. As he stoked Ivan's cheek, he said:

- Oh yes you're special to me, no one else...

Ivan opened his eyes that he had shut before not to see what he was letting his former enemy do, and met America's. It was weird. Oh it was very weird... If he had been naive he would have said... Fuck but hey! What does that look mean?

- No one else you said? Russia said with a smirk.

- Ouch, so cold! But it's ok, I'll find a way to warm you. America answered, as he put a second finger in Ivan's intimacy, making him moan and hide his blushing face.

If true feelings began to interfere, what a gigantic mess it could be... no no no NO.

Ivan took a decision so that he could enjoy what was happening: he just added big black parentheses all around this night in his mind and began to relax a little bit. His left hand still hiding his face, he put the other on America's head, guiding him downward. The order was quite clear, and also the fact that it was an order.

America docilely opened his mouth and started to lick and suck the part of russia's cock that he was able to put in his mouth, helping himself with his free hand while his fingers were still moving slowly, gently stroking the sensitive warm skin, careful not to scratch him with his nails, even if they were short enough. When he heard Ivan moan once again, in a very pleasant way, he was not sure if it was because of his mouth's or his finger's job but at least he took his promise not to hurt him and started to move faster but carefully, covering the Russian's virility with kisses, hoping Ivan was not in the mood to kill him he asked:

- can I introduce a third...

- Nyet. Wait.

- Okay...

Russia was lying on the bed, his legs shyly open. He was not sure to be well. Maybe his mental parentheses was not strong enough to make him forget his male chauvinist legacy. But desire was there, it was burning down in his stomach and in his brain. And even though the invasion that he underwent was really very odd, it didn't feel that bad. In fact... it felt rather good. "Keep going slowly." he said as he began to move a little more against America's fingers.

America felt the second wave of mixed feelings pushing and pressing his heart. He had already said too much so he bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. The opportunity was clearly unique. He had to make great efforts and force himself to calm down. If he made a mess of it , there would be no second chance.

-Amerrica?

-Ivan?

-That's... odd.

-I know. I would like to tell you you have nothing to worry about but I don't even know if you are scared or not.

-Obviously I am. A bit.

-Do you want me Ivan?

-...

-Cause I want you, I wanna make love to you and take care of you even if I know that you don't need me to protect you.

-Please, I'm not a fucking prrincess

-That's exactly what I meant. But you don't need to control everything.

-That's harderr forr me than it would be forr you, I guess.

- And what if I give you something after?

- Like what?

- Anything.

- Hmmm you prromise?

- Yeah, if it's not a political or economical issue, I promise. I'll give you what you want so think about it.

- Hmmmmmmm...You know what? In fact, to be verry honest, I know what I want and rright now it's you, no matter how.

America giggled and kissed him. It was a warm and enthusiastic kiss and Russia began to feel better, cause it was clear for him now that America didn't lie to him: it was anything but a war.

When America broke the kiss, he made a tender smile and stroked Ivan's cheek gently, mentally thanking god for making him succeed to calm down. He was a little bit surprised by the tense he felt in his heart. When he suddenly decided that he needed Russia in his bed under his body, hours ago, he wasn't scared. But now he was realising that it was just impossible that such a thing could be harmless. And the alcohol which helped him at first was not guiding him anymore. He was scared, alone and sober to deal with his desire. He never wanted someone that much and had never been terrified by sex before. In fact, he was the one who was moaning when he slowly introduced a third finger in Russia, who just bit his lower lip and sighed.

Russia also was feeling weird. The way America was looking at him was too serious for his poor parentheses. Why wasn't he already fucking him? Why was everything so slow, as if he was touching a virgin? Well that point was kind of true but...

Alfred started to accentuate the pressure of his fingers, opening and closing them in scissoring movement, using his force to fight the walls which were always closing against his fingers. Ivan forgot what he was thinking about a second before to just focus on that question: how was it possible to undergo this without even feeling pain? It just was...

Hummm...

It was... the most delicious torture ever.

- Hn! Dаaaaa...

America smiled but immediately took his fingers out. He didn't want to cum before penetrating him just because of the irresistible sound of his voice.

- Bastarrd! I was just beginning to feel good!

- I know and I'm sorry but if you start talking in Russian I'm done. You don't realize how hard it is to refrain myself from cumming when you are so sexy.

- As I said beforre, flatterry does not worrk on me.

- It was not a flattery, it was a reproach.

- ...?

- Ivan... please... please let me do this.

- Didn't I alrready say "yes"?

- Not exactly.

- Don't expect me to beg you.

- I don't. What I want is just a kiss. But I want it badly. Will you give it to me?

Ivan smiled. This was much better than what he expected from America. The true word was "romantic". He didn't expect America to be that romantic. But it was a good surprise. He used to have rough sex... people who came to him before was always the kind of guys who heard a sort of legend about his performances and wanted to be taken hard by a heartless Russian Mafioso. And he didn't want to disappoint them, right? Opening his arms he let America lie on him and stroke his back with the fingertips up to his neck and cupped his head. With his tongue he played on America's lips until he opened his mouth and there, totally invaded America.

America took advantage of the fact that Ivan was dominating him with his mouth to penetrate him slowly. Fair's fair.

-Haaa!

America intensified the pressure and stopped when all the length of his virility disappeared in Russia. His dick was practically crushed by the delicious strength of all the muscles which were fighting against him. He held his head high to look Ivan in the eyes.

- Woah...

This "woah" was the only thing Alfred was able to say. Ivan's face had turned red and he was looking at him with an anxious-but-not-shy expression, his wet violet eyes staring at him.

- I know, I'm not that bad, but if you rreally wanna be my herro, it's now orr neverr.

America smiled and kissed him one more time before starting to move. It was true that he had nearly frozen in admiration. But he had a good excuse: he was happy. And he felt happier now cause it finally happened: Ivan asked for it eventually. Well it was more like an ultimatum, but it was Russia, after all. He began to make slow movements in Russia, searching for the better way to make him enjoy it. He was not even aware of being trying his best to please Russia instead of thinking of himself. And the heat was increasing. Suddenly Russia removed his gloves and sighed as he let his arms down, his left hand clutching the bed sheet while the right one was stroking the back of Alfred's thigh. Alfred's movements in him became more and more intense. It was too tender, too strange, too warm. Russia was now breathing shorter and faster, trying not to moan and scream. But suddenly, in a flash as his eyes met America's, he understood that his honour was completely preventing him from being happy although both his body and his heart were screaming in his brain that it was just perfect.

- Oh Ivan, I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?

Russia looked at him in surprise. Afred had stopped all his movements and was stroking his cheek, a concern look in the is just at that point that he noticed that he was crying and trembling. Silent tears had fallen from his eyes, he didn't know why. As he wanted to reassure America on how he felt, his voice broke up and he sobbed:

- I'm ... f... fine... Oh I'm sorry! I... feel... so humiliated! And the worrse is... I... like it but... I like it and... it's even worrse... exactly for that rreason. That's a... a fucking prrison! I... am so... ashamed. Oh!... how could you still want me afterr that?

- I just feel stupid. I didn't take your warnings seriously. You said it to me twice. I'm the only one who should be ashamed.

- No, don't say that, it's... all my fault. I suck... I must be dismaying you...

- Ivan you need to calm down. Why would you care about what i think? You must consider how you feel and what you want. If you want me to stop and if you want me to leave you alone i will do it. But if you want me to continue... I still want you, you know?

- Rreally?

- I'll tell you something Ivan. I didn't come to you by chance. You are special to me.

- You alrready said it... it must be trrue, afterr all. Hmmm do you rreally still feel desirre forr me?

- Considering that point, my body is rather eloquent, isn't it?

- Indeed. And I want you too. That is the rreason why I crried in fact. Sometimes I'm stupid. Well not as often as YOU arre.

- I'm not stupid at all!

- Shut up and go on, Al.

America blushed because of the unexpected use of his nickname and started moving again. He immediately saw that it was different. Ivan sighed and opened his legs a bit more, a shy smile lighting up his face. Alfred would have bet that he heard Ivan whisper: "thank you." This little smile on Ivan's face made Alfred want to kiss him but he was not sure that Ivan would agree with him treating him so romantically for now. Ivan had put his solid and powerful arms around him and Alfred let a groan escape from his lips and said something like "holdmehugmesqueezeme".

Ivan seemed to understand what Alfred wanted cause he squeezed him with his arms and legs. At the very moment he did that, he accidentally changed the angle and put Alfred's dick just against this particular point, this secret place where all his mixed feelings was meant to turn into sheer pleasure. And he screamed. He really screamed "Morre!" without realizing how desperate he sounded. At this point he couldn't care less. And the romantic Alfred disappeared to let an America full of strength and passion invade Russia like he has never been invaded before.

They just couldn't stop. America's dick was thrusting and thrusting again. It was what both of them needed. America was not sure to control everything and Russia wasn't controlling anything, especially not his voice. He was screaming under America's body like he never screamed above anyone. They were not aware of who they were anymore. There was just their hearts melted with the fluids of their passion, their sticky wet bodies fitting perfectly together. Ivan ended up totally begging for it but America didn't want to laugh at him cause he was too happy, too sincerely happy to even consider doing it.

Because it was the opposite of a war.

Because now he knew how serious all this was for him.

How badly he wanted to take him over, to possess him.

They didn't know since when they were making this but it was as if their bodies had an important talk. And no intention to curtail it. Little by little their minds got lost in the burning hell of pleasure and their breaths became totally erratic. Ivan came, immediately followed by Alfred who fell on him, panting and trembling.

The time was standing still. One could have only heard the sound of their breaths. In some way, Alfred thought that the moment was just perfect to rebirth or die. It was useless to ask if he liked it, Russia already expressed it before. That was not like if there was still a doubt about it. And the way he was stroking his back was so romantic that America was purring like a cat, an overjoyed smile on his face. But after a little moment he remembered that he was a little bit heavy and that Russia had trouble breathing so he took himself out of Russia with bad grace and lay next to him.

It was 2 o' clock. From the open window, the sounds of Washington by night were entering in the room. It was a warm spring night, a pleasant atmosphere.

- It's a beautiful night.

As he said this, Russia put his right hand on Alfred's waist, who blushed like a teenager and answered:

- Indeed.

To all of you:

Thank you for the reviews and for being here, you give me a good reason to continue even if it is hard cause you all are cool and it makes me want to know you!

kisses.