Shaking his head to get the last memory out of his mind, Al just narrowed his eyes at Russia. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" He couldn't help the small smile that pulled at the corner of his lips though as he saw the fraying purple scarf he gave to him all those years ago. It was obvious it wouldn't last long without getting worn out, but it was still fairly un-destroyed.
Lifting an eyebrow, Russia pretended like he had no idea what he was talking about. But that really had been a good Christmas. Their first together, but not last, as that had been so very many years ago. Under the table, he touched the end of the scarf with a finger tip, feeling all the missed stitches and bumps.
"Whatever, you just play your silent game then. I'm going to keep opening this thing until I get my hamburgers." Because damn the world if there wasn't going to be a hamburger in this thing after he got so excited. It wasn't like there was anything else he loved more than them, except maybe the giant sitting on the other end of the table. But he didn't count.
There was another few plain boxes, and the table had started getting full with them. Ivan waited patiently for the next 'special' box, enjoying looks on America's face as he remembered the events from the past.
Pushing the accumulating boxes off the table, he opened the box (Now about the size for a stereo system or bread box. There wasn't going to be many hamburgers now...) again and stared at the object tied in the bow for a few seconds before taking it out, opening the cap and sniffing it. "You wouldn't..." He commented before throwing it at the smirking nation. "I'm not having sex with you until I get my hamburgers!"
.oOo.
It was now a few days after Christmas. Well, American Christmas, at least. Russian Christmas was still a few days away, and Alfred had said he would stay until then. But today, it was Ivan's birthday. "I got you something." He said, sitting beside the younger nation.
"Huh?" Alfred questioned, turning around from where he was sitting in front of the fireplace. It was one of his favourite parts in the entire house since it was enormous and the rest of the house was cold without it. "Isn't it your birthday?"
"But it will end up being my present when we are finished." Russia said, holding out the small bottle of lube. Up until now, they hadn't done much, considering they were dating. Only a few hand jobs, really.
Torn between being surprised and excited, Alfred just said. "So, you wanna do it? Is that why you invited me over?" Blunt was always the way to go. Why pussyfoot around something when you could get right to the point? "And here I thought you were better than Iggy and Francis."
"The original reason was for Christmas. But there can be perks, da?" Ivan went closer, opening the bottle in America's hand. "Smell it. It is nice." It had taken him a while to pick out which kind he wanted, but had settled on this one.
Fighting the urge to blush like a girl, America just raised an eyebrow. "Gingerbread? Are you supposed to eat it or fuck with it? Seems like a pretty fine line to me." Still, it was better than some cliché scent he could have gotten like roses or other girly shit.
"Yes, I figured it would be appropriate." There had also been eggnog, but he had liked the sent of this one better. This was already the best Christmas ever, but this would make it even better, for years to come.
Letting his curiosity get the better of him like normal, America let a small drop fall onto his finger and he sucked it off experimentally. Closing his eyes, he swirled his tongue around it before taking it out. "Yeah, it's good I guess. So, d'ya wanna do it now?"
Smiling, Ivan didn't even bother answering. That display with the finger already had him anticipating his birthday present, which was bound to be even better than his Christmas one.
"I'm gonna guess that creepy grin means 'now' in Ivanese." Leaning closer to his boyfriend, America brought their lips together in a kiss. It wasn't quite passionate, as much as it held sparks of what they both knew was coming.
Kissing him back, Russia wrapped his arms around his body. They started moving to a bedroom, because their first time shouldn't be on the ground. As it happened, they made it to the room they had been sleeping in, which might be handy because there was a bathroom and all their clothes.
Once he felt the bed against his knees, Alfred sat down on it and pulled apart slowly. "Hey, if this is a gift..." Pulling away slowly, he turned them around so that Russia was sitting on the bed. "Stay there, kay?"
Slightly put down that he was being left alone for a second, Ivan watched America's butt as he walked away. While maybe not as round as Lithuania's, it certainly had something about it that just made him want to thrust into it without stopping.
It didn't take long for him to find just what he was looking for, but when he did he just smiled. "How 'bout we break in my Christmas present? After all, I don't think I'm gonna find any horses out here." Putting on his new hat, Alfred put his hands on Russia's thighs to lean forward and kiss.
Smiling, Ivan kissed him back and lifted a hand, feeling the brim of the hat. One of his hands started undoing Alfred's buttons on his shirt, thinking they could keep that mostly on as well. "Ride 'em, cowboy." He whispered close to his ear.
A shiver went through America's body as he crawled up onto Ivan's lap. "You're going to get a first hand look at all the expertise I gained claiming down south, y'hear?" He injected a small drawl into his speech as he rocked their bodies together.
"Mm, I look forward to it." Russia said, exited. This was going to be fun. He started taking off his own shirt, leaving the purple scarf around his neck. If America got to wear his present, then surely he wouldn't mind if Ivan worse his.
Putting his hands on Ivan's now bare chest, America brought their lips together once more. Now he was starting to press against him needly, wanting this as much as he knew the other nation did. It would be Ivan's gift, but Alfred was going to enjoy it just as much if not more.
Falling onto the bed, Russia held Alfred closer. His hat tilted forward, so Ivan pushed it back. Wouldn't want that falling off, of course. "Do you want me to use the lube, or will you do it?" He asked, working on America's pants.
"I'll git 'er done." Alfred whispered, sitting up on Russia's hips. It helped get his pants off as well as be able to get the lube from beside them. With his shirt half off and his pants and underwear kicked quickly to the side, America leaded down to start undoing Ivan's pants with his teeth. Giving him a small wink, he undid the button and started to work on the zipper.
Once he was let out of his pants, Ivan sighed in release. It felt so good to not be confined like that. He was ready to watch Alfred do a show for him, because him preparing himself would definitely be one.
As much as Alfred knew he wasn't the chick in his previous relationships, there was no way in hell that Russia would let him top. Right from the get-go, he knew that he was going to be bottom and he didn't really mind. Still, he opened up the thing of lube and squirted some onto his fingers, rubbing it around before leaning down to kiss Ivan.
Slightly disappointed that he wouldn't be seeing the fingers actually make their way inside, Ivan kissed him back. He placed his hands on the smaller hips, rubbing the bone sticking out under the muscular stomach.
Groaning as his first finger went in smoothly, Alfred continued to kiss Russia. He knew this should be more awkward, but he couldn't care. So what if people thought that their relationship was weird? They were weird for not understanding it. "Ivan..." He moaned after breaking their lips apart.
"Not yet. I am very big, so you need to be really ready for me." Russia grinned up at him, happy to hear his human name. It was still usually 'Russia' so he liked that he at least called him 'Ivan' in the bedroom.
Nodding, Alfred was slightly annoyed by the fact that his hat slid down over his eyes a bit. Still he slipped a second finger in, groaning at the new pain spreading from the area. Since he hadn't bottomed, it was going to hurt for a while be he was ok with it if it was for Russia.
Taking the bottle of lube, Ivan put some on his fingers as well. Three of Alfred's fingers probably wouldn't be enough, so he would have to help out, which he didn't mind at all. So he slid one finger in beside America's, slowly fitting it in.
Another louder groan was taken from Alfred's chest as Russia's thicker finger pressed in next to him. He knew he would need it after seeing just how 'well endowed' Ivan was. For his first time being bottom, it was going to hurt.
Reaching up, America pushed his hat back so that he could look at Ivan again. They had been going out for a long time so it was strange for him to wait so long. Yet he wasn't going to ask for it until Russia did.
Lifting up his head, Ivan attached their lips again, feeling Alfred squeeze his finger. He rocked his hips up, pressing their erections together and he felt his cowboy moan into their joined mouths.
With their hips touching, America couldn't help but rock against both Ivan's erection and the fingers in his ass. It was going to feel amazing, and his body was already pulsing with desire. "Now am I ready?"
Thinking for a second, Russia nodded. He really couldn't wait to be inside him, because he knew how good it would feel. Also, there was a small part of him that wanted to see Alfred's face twisted in pain as his thick cock slid into his virgin hole.
Smiling, Alfred sat up again with a small wince of discomfort. Grabbing the container of lube again, he put some on Russia's cock before rubbing it over it. Sliding his fingers out he waited for Ivan to do the same before lining up the thick shaft with his hole. "Y'ready for this?"
As the tightness slid over his length, Ivan let out a breath. It really did feel good. "Ride 'em cowboy." He said again as Alfred closed his eye in discomfort, waiting to get used to the thick cock.
Wincing in pain, Alfred still smiled brightly as he slowly let himself be penetrated. "Happy birthday." He breathed out, still getting used to the thick, full feeling.
This was definitely the best birthday ever. Russia wanted to thrust his hips up, but even the sadistic side of him knew that he shouldn't. After all, what if Alfred figured it was just too painful having sex with him and never wanted to again?
Hissing as he continued to slide down the shaft, America waited until he was seated on Ivan's pelvis before reaching up to hold his hat. "Yer ready for this?" He knew it was going to hurt for the first while, but then the pleasure would blow his mind to bits.
Russia nodded enthusiastically. Of course he was ready for this! With one hand he lifted the scarf and gave one end to Alfred. "Your reigns." He explained. After all, if he was the horse, then this was going to be a wild ride.
Wrapping the scarf around his hand, Alfred tightened it a bit before smirking down at Russia. "Let do this." With that, he slowly raised himself until only the head was in, before letting gravity slam them back together with a low moan.
Arching up into the thrusts, Ivan kept the pace with him. He started stroking Alfred's weeping cock, which was bouncing up and down. He tried to think of something to say, but unfortunately westerns had never been his first choice in movies. Russia had a feeling that they would now be his favourite.
Moaning loudly, Alfred sped up his reverse thrusts. It was still quite painful but there was now a definite edge of pleasure along with it. All he could tell was that the faster he moved and the more Ivan touched his cock, the more it was feeling amazing.
Lifting a hand to run over America's chest, Ivan found a nipple that he rolled between his fingers. The sight of Alfred on top of him, riding up and down while wearing a cowboy hat was enough to make his cock twitch inside his body.
Letting out a loud moan, Alfred arched against the hand. It still was burning a bit, but now it was much more pleasurable. Holding onto the scarf tighter, America continued to move faster on top of Ivan. It was hard not to reach down to touch himself, but he kept his hands up as if he was in a rodeo.
Smiling at the smaller nation, Ivan continued touching his cock, squeezing the head and moving down to play with the rest of it. He lifted his hips to meet the thrusts, his length going almost all the way inside him. "You are an amazing rider."
"Ya'll're right about that. Best in all of America." With another wink, Alfred groaned as his entire body was engulfed in pleasure. Since he was still regulating the pace, he was able to keep the burn of being stretched so wide and filled so full.
Ivan's hand started running over the smaller body, feeling all of his skin. The sight of his scarf in America's hand was a nice picture, contrasting beautifully with his tanned skin. "Best in the world, I think." If the rest of the world had sports like this one.
Tipping his hat to the compliment, a barely suppressed moan slipped past his lips as Russia explored his body. "I-Ivan.." He stuttered, unsure just what he wanted, other than the fact that he wanted more.
Now taking both hands to work at the hard erection, Russia twisted his hands while pumping them up and down. He wished the position would allow them to kiss, but a cowboy kissing his horse would ruin the picture.
Whimpering in a manly way, America couldn't help but slide faster over the other's large shaft. He would have never wanted to bottom before, but now he could see just why some thought it to be so amazing. Not only was his cock being expertly tortured, but that small bundle of nerves was being hit so hard he would see stars.
They kept up the rhythm, Alfred eventually putting his hands down and on Russia's chest for support. Soon the length in Ivan's hand was twitching, sending ribbons of cum over his chest and on his face. He smiled, licking at it, and then also came inside America.
Falling on top of Ivan, America just let out a sigh as his large arms held him close. "D'ya enjoy your gift?" Pressing his cheek against the sweaty chest he just let himself be washed away with his orgasm.
"I enjoyed it so much, I think I'm going to use it again." Russia said, smirking and holding him close. What was the fun if they only did it once?
.oOo.
Breaking out of his reverie, Alfred just pushed the rest of the boxes onto the ground where a large pile was being made. Now the unopened box that was in his hand was barely even good for a dozen burgers. Now that was a disappointment. Ivan may know how to make him happy, but he could also push all his buttons quite well. "You're sick, y'know that? You could have shot my hopes down right away instead of making me suffer."
Once again staying silent, Ivan sat back, admiring all the boxes. It had been difficult getting them all, but with the help of Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia, he had gotten them all the right size. He could only hope that America's coming birthday would be as good as his was, all those years ago.
Sighing, Alfred just continued to look back at Russia. "This would be a lot more fun if you actually talked. And if there was actually hamburgers. I'm starting to think this was all just one big hoax so you could laugh at me."
Watching as America continued taking out the boxes, he smiled as he pulled out the next one. The wrapping paper was just a plain blue, but in the bow was a small sunflower. He was glad it was still alive. He had felt bad putting it in the darkness for so long.
"A sunflower? So what's this supposed'ta be for? You've given me a shit load." Alfred took it out of the ribbon and rubbed its petals. He never really understood Russia's obsession with them, but who was he to judge?
The look Ivan gave him now held a little bit more meaning. He also glanced to the blue paper. Ice blue; cold blue.
Looking back at where Ivan was staring, America's eyebrows furrowed together as he pieced the information together. "Oh... Oh... That's when you mean..." It was never the part of their relationship either of them liked to talk about, so he was somewhat surprised that in this happy montage of their relationship Russia decided to add it.
.oOo.
Ivan took a deep breath when he left the room. Yes, he had given the order to create the bomb, but now that it was made, he hoped they wouldn't have to use it. But this was war, if they liked it or not. He went into his office and stopped. "Alfr... I mean, America? What are you doing here?"
"What do you think? I'm obviously spying on you. I need to keep up with what you are doing... And how you are... But most importantly how I can beat your communist ass." By this point in the war, Alfred couldn't even pretend as if he still held a small scrap of emotion towards the giant nation. They were supposed to hate each other, and Russia had done so with such painful realism that America doubted what he was really feeling.
Snarling, Russia sat down at his desk. Their personal feelings had nothing to do with internal affairs, after all. "Well, in that case there is no reason for you to be here." He couldn't very well kick another nation out of his office, though.
"It's not like you can do anything about it though. I'm just gonna sit here and watch you plan whatever fucking plans you pinkos have." His eyes going hard, America forced himself to not give a shit. After this long of pretending though, it was almost starting to be a reality.
"Well, if you are just going to sit there, then I shall sit here as well." Ivan said, crossing his arms. He couldn't let America know the things he was planning, of course. Because if he found out then he might win, and then it would be over. And he didn't want that... right?
Crossing his arms as well, Alfred sneered. "You better hope you have more patience than me, because I've been waiting far too damn long for this." It didn't make sense at first why they had to fight. Sure their bosses were the catalyst, but it should have never happened. Communism might have been Russia's thing, but just because he disagreed with his heart and soul on squashing his people's voice didn't mean his boss had to order war on the giant nation.
"Oh yes, the nation that is a couple hundred years old has more patience than me." Russia said glaring at him. They had been fighting like this for years already, and the shreds of their relationship were still fading.
"Christ! If I knew being a commie would fuck you over so bad, it was a shitty thing to ever fall for you!" America had always known that Ivan was unusually close to him compared to all his other relations, but now it was as if they were sworn enemies. Nothing they had gone through meant anything now, not when their bosses wouldn't even let them talk. Right now, Alfred was in a 'meeting' with his brother about the DEW line.
Russia looked away from him for a second. "Da, you shouldn't have. Now if you would please leave." He said, standing up and holding the door open. They had been fooling themselves in the first place, trying to be lovers.
"Don't you dare think I'm leaving because you are making me, you vile communist scum. You deserve to die alone with your own people against you. Communism is a bastardization of ideals and it will never work." Giving one last violent glare at Russia, he spat on his floor. "Fuck you and your country to hell, Braginski."
With a quiet sigh, Russia closed the door behind the 'Capitalist pig'.