Wow i did NOT expect to get THAT MANY Reviews and watches on this story THANKS a million THANKS i also wanna give a shout out to my editor of the story and also the person who FORCED me to follow through with this idea: XLonelyXlotusX
i also due wanna apologize ahead if ANY of these bandz don't follow with what you learn them as in school, im only following to how me and my younger sister learned them and from common basic sites has place their meanings as
ok! back to the story
Chapter 2
"Crap! I'm late!" How in the world can I be late when the meeting is in my own country? Alfred charged down street from where he parked his car in a nearby parking lot. Being in Las Vegas always caused problems due to traffic, so it was quicker to run or, well, set out on foot anyway.
The last 2 weeks had gone by faster than he would have liked. Last conference left him to roam about his thoughts, some things he never considered or even brought up to himself in years. It caused him to be flustered but made him smile all the same. He wondered if Russia even remembered the bracelets or the fact of the challenge.
Russia, though, did in fact think about them, and kept them in his mind for the 2 week period. It frustrated him that he didn't have an upper hand in it or understand it. He even went about searching it up back at home only to find nothing, apparently in his country they weren't seen as such a controversial issue among teens.
After a bottle of vodka and an hour later he was able to find one on a website that sold bracelets. It was clear with silver sparkles glistening within it. Those specific bracelets indicated according to the website that "the wearer will let the snapper "feel up" or touch any body part or fondling". Russia at first was taken aback, wondering what on earth American schools taught these children but relaxed at the screen as his mind plotted and set out a nice plan for next meeting.
America soared up the steps of the hotel in record time. Bursting through the door he heaved "The-the hero is in! I'm here!" Panting he walked up to the front to report the business in his country. He mentioned only the news about a Shooting spree in Afghanistan and noting it'll never happen again and that it was that person acting on themselves. England sighed frustratingly taking in the fact that this is the second time in this year that the American Armies military discipline had slipped irresponsibly. Alfred finished up as Germany began to get testy when Alfred started ranting about 'American hope and America will pull through just like a hero'.
Alfred huffed angrily as Germany interrupted to continue on with the meeting. He looked around noticing all the seats were full except the one all the way at the end of the table, Next to Russia. He sighed in defeat as he dragged his feet to go sit next to Russia. Plopping his brief case on the floor next to him, he sunk himself into the chair.
Russia leaned over to him and whispered. "You're going to ruin your suit if you slouch in the seat like that". Alfred stared at him before sitting back up, pulling his suit jacket off to throw it on the table and proceeded to sink back down into the chair. "Happy now?" Russia smiled childishly "Da of course, especially since your actually deciding to listen for a change" Alfred frowned, kicking himself mentally. Why the Hell did I even listen to that commie? Who's he to say what's good for my suits or not?
Alfred sat back up mumbling and started to scribble on the notepad on the table. He would try to attempt to listen by what the others were presenting about, but he was too tired. Just like always he would do everything and write up everything last minute. This time last minute was only last night. There was the other fact that Russia was sitting next to him, carefully eying the bracelets on his right arm. It seemed to him like he was studying them, trying to find one that he would satisfy on having.
Russia slid his left arm over to Alfred's, picking and gazing at the bracelets. He himself just continued scribbling what looked to him to be aliens and UFOs abducting cows with Superman coming in to the rescue.
Russia smirked at the fact Alfred was now purposefully ignoring him, this gave him perfect time to pick through the 15 of them wound around his wrist. After a minute or so he finally found what he was looking for. Beneath a pink one was the clear one he researched, the one with sparkles embedded in it. He gently wrapped his index finger around the bracelet, watching Alfred as he did so. When Alfred glance over he nearly choked at the not only the bracelet of which the Russian chose but the devious grin plastered on his face. Russia started to tug the bracelet to test it.
Alfred shook his head and whispered harshly. "In the middle of a conference meeting? Really? Dude, are you serious?" Russia chuckled enjoying every minute of what was unraveling in front of him while whispering back. "Why of course. When's a better time, hm?" Alfred stared, gaping at him. Is he-is he serious? Like, seriously? He thought before adding as an attempt to save himself. "Do- do you know what that bracelet even means?" Russia nodded simply. Alfred felt like someone punched him in the gut at that simple movement from the other. Shit, I'm screwed…
"Do you mind? I'm in the middle of a presentation here, you bloody wanker! Or must you interrupt everything today?" England snapped loudly over at the other side of the room. Alfred waved his hand. "Sorry, sorry, it was the only thing to keep me awake from the current presentation, Iggy. Wait… this is your presentation? Oh…that explains it, but carry on!" England fumed but continued.
Alfred turned his attention back to Russia and whispered trying to hide any panic he was feeling "You wouldn't dare."
Russia smiled and mouthed the words "try me". Alfred was flushed, watching as he pulled his hand back; snapping the bracelet like it was nothing. Russia kept his eyes locked onto Alfred's as he twirled it in his fingers.
Alfred flushed staring about at the projector screen as England continued. He won't do it. He can't, can he? His thoughts were answered as a hand rested on his thigh, gently starting to kneed like a cat. Alfred stiffened, covering his nose and cheeks with his hand, forcing himself to glue his eyes to the presentation in front of him. Russia felt Alfred stiffen under his hand, seeing as he didn't move or anything gave him the right away to continue.
He began to kneed higher up his leg moving inwards until he was right below his target. Alfred's face was turning redder by the minute; he made a weak attempt to close his legs but stopped, realizing he had to follow the rules of the game they were playing. Russia's thumb began drawing circles into his inner thigh, almost creating a pulsing feel. It caused Alfred's tensed legs to loosen, his muscles softening slightly.
Alfred felt pretty lucky as to everyone scooted all the way forward as to be as far as they could from Russia, see as they still felt pretty intimidated by him. His sudden relaxing wasn't expected, but he allowed it cursing himself mentally. As Russia kneaded farther upwards and in between his thighs more, Alfred did catch himself spreading his legs apart a little more.
Russia chuckled quietly to himself, noting that even though Alfred was in the most embarrassing situation possible if he got caught, he would still find enjoyment in it. Well, at least his body was as he saw the flustered look on the American's face. Alfred refused to look at him though, which rubbed him the wrong way for some strange reason. To strike a sudden reaction and maybe even an outburst Russia cupped his hand around against his trousers, and giving a gentle squeeze at the delights those pants hid.
Alfred shuddered as an involuntary yelp and muffled noise spilled out of his mouth. It wasn't loud, but loud enough to catch the Englishman's attention from across the room. Alfred hid his face with his hands as England stared hard at him.
"Problem?"
Alfred shook his head quickly "No, no. Sorry, dude. I thought I saw a spider. Turns out it was just a shadow!" England sighed. "Yes, well, do you mind? I'd like to continue without your 5 minute interruptions!"
Alfred nodded again for him to proceed as he crossed his arms and laid his head down. Russia smiled and leaned in close to him to whisper next to his ear. "You really should behave yourself, Alfred". Alfred turned his head slightly to peek an eye out to glare at Russia. Russia merely did his childish smile as he began a pulsing rhythm with his hand causing the other to bury his head back into his arms, flexing his hands from the pleasure. He felt his member through his trousers and was slightly surprised at how much Alfred was already turned on, he expected him to put up more of a fight but instead he was slowly submitting to what his body wanted.
He gripped him harder this time, harder than he thought as he heard America sputter, his head still in hiding as he spoke in a hushed tone. "S-stop… Ngh!".
"Are you begging Alfred? That is after all one of the things I missed hearing from you," Russia purred lowly.
"B-Bastard," Alfred said through gritted teeth.
"No need for hostility. I do believe you're enjoying this, da?" Russia whispered, undoing the zipper of Alfred's pants and sliding two fingers through the hole. Alfred yelped feeling the pressure even more as He sprung up from his seat.
"I- uh, I-I gotta go," Alfred announced running out of the room as fast as he could, covering his cheeks. Everyone looked at Russia expecting an answer. Russia smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I guess he had to use the restroom." They stared at him wearily and continued on while China began speaking.
Alfred burst through the bathroom relieved that no one was in there. He hastily walked to the last stall and closed the stall door, his face flushed as he pulled out his length. This… this is completely unexpected. Damn Ivan. Damn him and his Comm-…. ex-Commie ways, Alfred thought as he began to stroke himself.
Half of him wanted to hate himself, hate the fact that his body didn't make the slightest attempt to resist, instead it did the complete opposite. He cursed himself as he thought of the Russian, and the thought of realizing since he invited him into this game he had turned himself into practically Ivan's sex slave without the Russian even knowing it. He began pumping himself into a steady rhythm pondering when the conferences 30 minute intermission was.
He began to pant as he let himself relax and concentrate more on getting rid of his current problem. "Ngh. Fuck you, Ivan" he muttered to himself leaning against the stall to better steady himself.
He heard a low chuckle from the other side of his stall door. How the- when the Hell did he get in here?... He thought as he gulped and stared at the door waiting for the other to talk.
"Oh, Alfred. As flattered as I am for your offer, I'm afraid I'll have to say no at the moment. Maybe after Dinner," Russia cooed on the other side of the door. Alfred grunted, so Russia continued casually. "Plus, I thought it was me who was the one to be doing that for you, hm?" Alfred frowned and stuttered. "D-dude this is my body! I can do want I want!" Russia smirked at the door, only imagining how much of a mess Alfred must be just beyond this door.
"Oh Alfred~ you're cheating you know. I know for sure your breaking rules, even though your country is known for that, so I shoul-"
The stall door opened slowly, Alfred glared at him. "My country doesn't cheat; we just know all the right moves." Ivan smirked, stepping in and closing the door, eyeing the American in front of him. "My, you need more help than I thought. Just look at you"
Alfred tried to move around him to the door but as soon as his arm reached for the door his chest and face was shoved against the wall of the bathroom stall.
"No cheating, Птичка," Russia purred resting his head on Alfred's shoulder. Alfred rested his head on the stall; frustrated that yet again he had no position of escaping. Ivan wrapped an arm around his waist and reached down between his legs. Alfred let out a shudder "How did you even avoid the possibility of a search party to look for me?"
Russia smirked, stroking Alfred's length with his thumb in rhythmical movements, causing the other to slightly slump over against the stall to keep him from tumbling to the floor.
"Only the fact that I told them I'll go look for you and bring you back. No further questions, other than England's talk of he should instead, but France drug him out for lunch"
Alfred nodded shakily. "That- ah- sounds like England. This would…this would be hard to explain to him". Ivan hummed in agreement, circling Alfreds tip with his thumb. Alfred put his hand up, muffling his yelp.
"So, this may be an interesting time to tell you this, but my boss wants me over to your house for 'softening tensions' up until after your Halloween party"
Alfred tensed. "Wait what? And your telling me this now dude?" I'm going to be stuck with him for a week- a WEEK- in my home, with all of this shit going on…fuck my life. Seriously, just go ahead and throw me in a fucking brothel now.
"Yes, and we already got confirmation from your boss as well. He agrees with us," Russia said as he leaned over America, bending him downwards before adding "I personally don't find it such a bad idea, considering the position we are currently in, hm?"
Alfred wasn't quite sure if he was speaking politically or literally, but either way, caused him to mutter hotly, "Of course you don't, bastard."
Ivan chuckled and stroked Alfred roughly causing him to shudder again and bend over more.
"I believe you're enjoying this as much as I am. At least, that's what I can see in front of me."
Alfred huffed and stared back at the stall wall as Ivan began to pick up speed. With his other hand he began scaling under and up Alfred's shirt, feeling every curve in his body. Ivan missed this, missed the feel of the great American plains under his touches. Alfred was always warm; it made Ivan always want to draw closer to him. It was a major thing Ivan could fully admit that he missed about the American.
Alfred began to pant again, feeling his legs wanting to give way under him. Ivan reached his hand up to Alfred's nipples, circling and toying with them playfully. It caused delightful mews from the other as he flexed his hands as if he were able to grasp onto something. Flicking and pinching them, Alfred exhaled harshly and pushed his chest more into the Russian's hands.
Ivan reached back up to the head of Alfred's cock and circled the tip again lightly pulsing his thumb as he did so. Alfred's whole body began to quiver; he spread his legs out farther, feening for release.
Ivan quickened his movements, starting to pump hastily. Alfred moaned trying to move against him to feel more of the delicious friction. He suddenly stiffened, feeling a rupture of waves shuddering through his body. Clawing at the wall he let out a moan through gritted teeth as he climaxed, coming all over the Russian's hand.
After a minutes Russia purred into Alfred's ear. "So how about it, am I going to be staying at your place?"
Alfred nodded, but kept his face at the stall's wall speaking lowly. "Be ready and packed to leave here Wednesday morning."
Ivan smiled and kissed the shell of Alfred's ear teasingly before stepping back a little and leaving Alfred in the stall as he went to clean up.
Glitter-Clear- as the story has said when Ivan looked it up =)
note: I USED IVANS NAME =D emotion breakthrough for Alfred!
also! the stall their in is those large ones that are usually at the end for handicaps
Птичка= is again little bird (its a head canon pet name i like)
Editor and idealist:XLonelyXlotusX
