Okay, so this is my first lemon ever. EVAR. And it's in first person, so it was difficult. DX
ANYWAY! The summary sucks because nothing really happens in this story. BUT YOU GET TO ENJOY SOME LOVELY SMEX!
This is KINDA AU. My friend had an awesome idea with the human names and I SUBTLETY stole it. (With-All-Hearts, look her up, she's amazing)
WARNINGSSSS: THIS IS FULL OF MAN SEX AND OTHER THINGS LIKE MAN SEX. THAT IS ALL THIS STORY IS. TWO MEN HAVING SEX.
DISCLAIIIMMERRR: Hetalia is not mine, the countries Canada and Russia are not mine. Nor England, or Germany or any of the other countries mention in this fanfiction.
P.S. All the Russian that is in this Fic came from Google Translate and it is the phonetic spelling. ('Cause it's from Canada's POV, and he doesn't know how to speak Russian or anything) If there are GLARING issues with it, then it's not my fault. I don't speak Russian. But if YOU speak Russian and are all like "What the hell? That's wrong" please tell me and I'll fix it!
Disasters
Why is he staring at me like that? Did I do something? I mean, it wasn't like we were on bad terms or anything. I thought that after WWII we were allies, at least. Maybe even friends… But he's still staring and it's freaking me out….
"SO sound like a good plan? I feel that we can really get somewhere with this," Oh shit, what was he saying? Something about homeland security. Why does he keep blathering on and on about nothing? Well, that's America for you.
My eyes trailed back over to his seat. Shit! He's still staring! Perhaps he just wants to do some more trading, that was always good in the past. I had a lot of natural resources that he needed… And Canadian imports always looked good for politics… Not that ours were muddled or anything.
America noticed the large countries unwillingness to participate and promptly marched over to the country. "Yo! Dude! Are you even listening to me?" the intimidating nation turned and smiled sweetly at America.
"Oh, da, I think that this is very interesting." It was clear to the other nations gathered here, that he did not find America's speech interesting. Then he just went back to staring at me. Me?
America groaned, mumbled something that sounded dangerously close to 'communist,' and went back to his poorly drawn chart. But Russia didn't even notice. I turned around to see if anyone was standing behind me. Sometimes the Baltic States try to stay by the door. No such luck, just the wall behind me.
Suddenly, I felt like I was stranded on an island… And circling my island was the very hungry shark, Russia.
I searched the room for someone—anyone—surely somebody had to notice… Someone could help?
"And that is why bringing back the dinosaurs from the dead and creating an army of zombie dinosaurs will end world hunger." America concluded. He bowed and looked at us as if we were supposed to applaud. England stood, his brow furrowed and his jaw tight.
"I feel that since this meeting has gotten us nowhere we should just end it now. What are we going to achieve if we're just proposing preposterous ideas?" He said glaring over at America who had just sat down in his seat.
He stood again, blue eyes narrowing behind silver spectacles, "What? You think that we're going to feed people to get rid of their hunger? Well, England, where's all your food, huh?" He asked, his tone mocking. It made him sound like a bigger idiot.
England sputtered, his face heating up, "You twat! This conference was about homeland security not world hunger and your nonsense ideas on how to end it!" He shut his eyes a moment and collected his thoughts. "No, no, we are not going to end another conference in a fight."
"Why not?" America challenged he crossed his heavy cowhide clad arms, "Think you'd lose?"
Then chaos erupted. England dove towards America over the desk, Spain attempted to hold him back while Germany restrained America. Soon all the nations were spitting insults, throwing fists, and yelling nonsense at each other.
All but Russia, who sat calmly across the room, across the chaos, and stared at me, a slight smile playing on his lips. It sent goosebumps up my arms and an icy chill ran down my spine.
Why was he staring at me like that?
The conference ended with some bruised egos, but no injuries. Again. It seemed that with the serious discussions that went on in that room, we could solve negative three of the world's major issues. Fortunately, I escaped early enough to not run into Russia before reaching my car. Good lord that man… His eyes seemed as if they were taking my virginity or something. To sum up that meeting in two words, I would have to say very uncomfortable. I could just say uncomfortable, but it wasn't strong enough. No, I was very uncomfortable.
Once I came home I immediately went upstairs to shower. Something about that conference… I just felt dirty.
The more I thought about Russia, the more I hated myself more and him less. Not that I ever really hated Russia. To be honest, we were always on pretty neutral terms. If you count him completely ignoring me neutral, that is. But I digress. I found myself really liking that attention. As creepy as it was, somebody was noticing me. Me. And it didn't really seem like he wanted to invade me. Well, it did seem like he wanted to invade me, but like he wanted to invade my—er—vital regions.
And the worst part was I could picture it. I could hear me trying to suppress moans, and his hazy purple eyes locked on me.
I tried to shake the thought from my head, but something about it made me feel dangerous. Somehow not boring or transparent. It aroused me.
I tried to ignore my face as it grew unbearably hot and I grew steadily stiffer. I touched myself, felt all around. It felt weird and good and embarrassing and I wanted to stop but I could feel Russia's violet eyes still on me and it tickled my skin so I kept pumping and prodding and feeling. And it felt disgusting but I thought that I wouldn't mind so much- if Russia invaded me. Russia was powerful—intimidated other nations, we were on good terms. Andohmygod henoticedme.
I heard myself cry out as I released into my hand, and reality came rushing back to me in one huge wave. And even though there was nobody around, I felt absolutely disgusted. So I scrubbed my whole body until ivory skin turned into angry pink and red, the water becoming colder and colder until I finally stepped out and toweled off.
I ran a hand through my wet hair. What a disaster. Here I am, meek, invisible, quiet, innocent jerking off in the shower to Russia. Russia!
I laid on my bed the soft cotton of my pajamas still painful on my tender skin. It was like a sunburn all over my body.
What a disaster.
But it didn't end there. I dreamt of him too. We were in this long hallway lined with doors. The wallpaper was red and it had photos of sunflowers on it. Whispering things in my ears, I couldn't understand him, though. We were looking for a place to be alone, but everywhere was full. He got tired of looking and just had me in a hallway. His skin was icy cold and his breath like hot steam. There I was, mewling and begging. Like a sorry, disgusting little whore…
I woke up in the middle of the night. Stiff again. I went to the bathroom to take care of it.
The second time around it wasn't quite as exhilarating. I felt like it was a nuisance… Something to get rid of so I could get back to sleep. But I was louder and it took longer. I just forgot any self worth or respect. I bit my lip and moaned and gasped until it was gone again. And, like nothing happened, I cleaned up and went back to bed.
The next morning I was groggy and disoriented. It was going to be impossible the next time I saw Russia. I rested my head in the palms of my hands. Why Russia? That guy was a sadist! He was a freak!
Were we even going to have another conference? They've been nothing but disasters so far. I always thought that staying solitary was working well… I opened up my emails to see if anyone said anything about it.
Subject: FWD: World Conference Information
From: Germany
To: America, Austria, Australia, Belarus, Canada, China, Cuba, Denmark, England, Egypt, Estonia, France, Finland, Greece, Hungary, , , Japan, Latvia, Lithuania, Liechtenstein , Netherlands, Poland, Russia, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Turkey, Ukraine
Dear World Conference Attendees,
Today I will be in the World Conference Room ready to seriously discuss the issues regarding homeland security. I trust you will remain mature when you attend and if you feel that you cannot, then remain at home. We do not need you. Meet there at noon and be prepared to leave if there is as much as a single mishap. Thank you.
Germany
I had to fight the urge to slam my face into the keyboard. So soon? And Russia would attend, calm and composed with that disgusting grin on his face and that malicious tint in his eyes. I didn't have to attend… It wasn't like they would notice I was gone anyway… Unless Russia noticed and said something. Dear lord…
So I figured showing up late and leaving early was the best way to avoid any kind of contact with Russia. Good plan.
Unfortunately, when I got there, the chaos already erupted. No doubt, Alfred showed up and acted 'mature' sending Germany and England into a fit. When I walked in, only one person stopped. He seemed like he was trying to escape from Belarus's grasp. He suddenly froze, and the smaller country was propelled into the crowd, lost.
Russia slowly walked towards me, looking like he wanted to rape me, eat me, and kill me all at once. And I was frozen in fear, unable to move, speak, flee, anything. Just his violet eyes against mine.
He leaned down right next to my ear, his breath hot and whispered "Moĭ malenʹkiĭ solntse ... YA hochu, chtoby vy."
I shivered and finally broke out of the odd trance he had me frozen in and bolted. Once in the safety of my car I had to stop and think a moment. I had a steadily hardening erection growing in my pants that I desperately hoped that Russia didn't notice. I needed to avoid him to at all costs if I had any sort of self respect. Why did I have an erection! It was RUSSIA! He wasn't sexy or arousing or exciting or romantic or…
I gathered my wits and tried to forget Russia while I drove home… But I was dazed and reckless. I think I might have run some red lights if I hadn't memorized the way home some well. I stumbled into my home and upstairs, leaving the front door unlocked. I found myself in my room, too excited to get to the bathroom.
His voice was still ringing in my ears as the third time in less than twenty-four hours I jerked off to Russia. I was quick this time, needy, like a little whore. Release snuck up on me and I found myself crying his name out.
So you could probably guess how freaked out I was when he answered.
"Little podsolnechnik," He whispered wrapping a gloved hand around my neck, his other twirling a lock of my hair, "I wish I knew you felt this way sooner." He whispered, "Or else I wouldn't have been so subtle." Words could not describe how embarrassed I was, so I remained silent, wishing, pleading for this moment to just be a dream and that I will wake up any minute.
His lips brushed against my burning neck. They were like ice. The hand that was playing with my hair grabbed my wrists and a moment too late I tried to free myself. His other hand moved to unzipping my jacket. I pressed my eyes shut and wished him away.
"W-Why?" I asked, finally regaining some kind of sanity. He didn't answer, he just chuckled darkly
How did he get here? Did he follow me home? How did I not notice?
"Ahh-hh!" He bit down on my neck; I could almost feel the skin breaking. "St-stop!" I begged, but I didn't mean it. He could tell, too.
I felt his hand on my hip, the fabric of his glove was worn and soft, I could feel my arousal beginning to harden again. And pressed against my bare ass I could feel his too.
Roughly, but not so much that it hurt or really scared me, he tossed me onto my bed. He began unbuckling his pants which did scare me… There were so many rumors about Russia's… manhood… None of which were good. But, then again, they were all coming from America, so that was really no surprise.
And the rumors didn't start without reason. Russia was… well endowed to put it plainly. He pulled a small square package from his pocket, well; at least he was considerate enough to bring his own condom. Lord knows I didn't have any.
First he took of his gloves, pulling off the fingers fist so they would come inside out. He let them fall to the floor. I finally broke my line of sight from his penis and met his violet gaze. He was so calm… quiet…
He climbed onto the bed, still fully clothed, and caressed my face. His fingers had the gentlest touch, but I flinched anyway. "Do not do that," He whispered kissing my cheek, "Pozhaluĭsta," He kissed my lips. His eyes were closed. That was a sign of trust, I think, kissing with your eyes closed.
I kept mine open.
His hand traced the muscles on my stomach. I kept in shape, so there really wasn't anything to be ashamed of. Yet I tried to push his hand away.
"I did not expect you to be so," He smiled into my lips, "fit," He chuckled and grabbed me, pulling my face very near his. "You surprise me, Canada." He kissed me again, deeper this time. He fondled my nether regions and I moaned. Oh god, why in the world did I moan?
In that moment of weakness, well in that ocean of weakness, he placed his hand back on my face, his fingers on my lips, "I have no lubricant" he explained and I let his fingers slide into my mouth. I covered them in spit in the least sexy way I could manage, but I didn't think that would take Russia's mind off of sex. He was pretty damn determined. After a moment, he took his fingers out from my mouth. Wet and glistening.
His fingers prodded that area. The embarrassing one. Slipped in easily because of my spit. It felt weird and uncomfortable, not bad but definitely not good. He wiggled it around a bit, doing his best to get me accustomed to the weird feeling. Then in came number two. It was extremely uncomfortable, bad, it hurt. He spread it apart, moving in and out trying not to hurt me, I think. Then in went the third.
I clawed at the back of his coat, pulling the fabric taut in some kind of sick way to dull the pain in my ass. I bit down on my lip waiting for it to stop when there was a sudden burst of ecstasy. My vision darkened and my grip loosened, and for a moment, everything seemed fine.
Russia chuckled again, "I found it…" He sang.
He took his fingers out, "Wait, no," I said. Shit! Was that begging? Was I begging Russia to finger-fuck me? Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord…
"You are too cute," He said. He pulled my legs apart so he had me almost straddling him. "I'm going to enter now, okay?" As if asking permission now was worth anything.
The pain was immense I felt like he was tearing me apart. He went in slowly until the entire freaking thing was inside and paused.
"Oh move for god's sake!" I cried. It hurt.
He pulled almost all the way out, which felt really good, but shoved back in. It hurt and hurt and hurt and didn't hurt so bad. Then he rammed right into… ya'know that spot and I was ripping at his coat again.
"F-Fuck" I whispered. I could feel Russia's smile. Faster this time. Harder this time. "Ah!"
"Louder." He commanded and drove in. Over and over.
"FUCK!" I screamed. A shutter and I came all over his coat. Shit shit! Hopefully he wouldn't be angry. Hopefully he'd just go and get it cleaned up and not say a word to me ever ever again.
He acted as if it didn't happen at all and kept at it for a little longer. He froze a moment, bit his lip and grunted.
We both lay on my bed, out of breath, faces warm. My ass hurt, his coat was probably ruined. "Canada?" He asked, turning to face me.
"eh?" I asked still staring at my ceiling. It was all too surreal. There was no way this was real.
"What is your name?" He asked.
"Oh. Matthew. Matthew Williams." I replied and turned to meet his eyes.
"I won't forget it." He smiled, "And my name is Ivan Braginski." He reached over and intertwined his fingers into mine.
I smiled too, but I wasn't really sure why. My ass hurt, my house was a mess, I was probably going to have to deal with a lot of political issues, the rest of the countries are going to notice me and not in a good way. But I didn't care. Maybe it was because for the first time I wasn't afraid of Russia, or maybe it was because he someone knew my name. And I realized that I didn't care why or how or when. It just felt good to not be so alone. "Thank you, Ivan." I said.
"Spasibo, Matthew."
Fin
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO What'd ya think? Did I do alright?
Not only is this my first Lemon, but it's also my first Hetalia fic to be completed. So YAAAY.
AND IT'S CHEESY!
Who likes tame Russia? I DOOOO!
ANYWAY! TRANSLATIONS:
Moĭ malenʹkiĭ solntse ... YA hochu, chtoby vy- My little sunshine... I want you.
podsolnechnik- Sunflower
Pozhaluĭsta - Please
Spasibo - Thank you