All stared as it landed on… America who blinked, wide eyed
"Surely there's a rule against that!" Italy muttered
"No… that's what makes the game interesting…" America gulped; he turned to look at his brother
"ready?" he asked, Matthew just looks frightened as his brother got up and walked over to the door and waited for his brother "comes on Matty…" he whimpered as he disappeared into the living room… Matthew gave Ivan one last glance before following his brother into the room and closed the door…
"Right… what are we going to do?" America asked, staring down at his converse
"Talk?" Matthew asked
"That's against the rules Matty… you know the rules…" Alfred huffed
"Yeah… we could just make noises?" Matthew suggested
"Again… against the rules… Ludwig would remove our heads if he knew we'd broken the rules…" America frowned
"Well the rules also say… the person spinning the bottle tops… but not everyone knows that…" Matthew mumbled as he stepped closer to his brother
"Just pretend I'm someone else… pretend I'm Arthur..." Matthew whispered in his ear
"Okay…" Alfred whimpered… he pulled of his glasses and pressed a kiss to his brother's lips "do the accent…"
"How's this Alfred?" Matthew whispered in a British accent
"That's great…" America smiled weakly "who do you want me to be?"
"You can't do a Russian accent…" Matthew whispered, trailing kisses down his brother's neck
"Ahn… I can try…" Alfred gulped "how is this… does this sound Russian?" he asked… Matthew frowned, it was all right as far as accents went but it was nothing compared to the real thing he'd had just moments ago…
"Leave the bloody accent, you can't do it" Matthew snapped in his British accent making Alfred press his lips to his brother's once more…
"Please matt-" but his brother cut him off
"Why do you keep saying that bastard's name?" he hissed against his lips "my name is Arthur…" Alfred grabbed his brother's shirt and pulled open before biting into his neck hard
"Ahn!" Matthew whimpered… his softer voice coming back through; he suddenly shoved Alfred down onto the sofa and straddled his hips
"I'm going to punish you for moaning his name when you're with me…" he growled, pushing his hands under Alfred's t-shirt and pinching his nipples hard
"Ah Arthur!" he cried
Everyone blinked and turned to look at England who had turned bright red
"Why is he moaning your name Mon ami?" France grinned
"I have no bloody idea…" England mumbled
"Why is he putting on that silly accent?" Prussia asked, pressing his ear closer
"It sounds like Arthur…" France smiled
"It bloody does not!" England shouted
The twins looked up at the door when they heard the Englishman shout but Matthew quickly got his attention again my biting down hard on his brother's ear. By now they had removed their trousers and Matthew was pulling his boxers down
"If you don't was this to hurt like hell… I suggest you wet me first" he said, still keeping the accent, in the dark and without his glasses, Matthew just looked like a tall blonde blur as he leant forward and placed his hand on Matthew's hip to help him actually see where he was going before he took his brother into his mouth making the Canadian let out a moan. He was still sensitive from his turn with Russia. He should've found this wrong but something in his head told him to continue… maybe it was the thought that Russia was on the other side of that door… listening to his moans and knowing exactly how he felt…
"Ahn… I said make you wet you bastard don't suck me off…" Matthew snapped suddenly, pushing Alfred against the sofa once more. The American moaned softly as his brother, or father Arthur ran his hands up his thighs, spreading his legs before positioning himself at the American's entrance
"I know you're not a virgin… but I know this will still hurt…" Matthew muttered in his accent before pushing in
Russia sat on the other side of the door looking quite sad… he didn't want someone else touching what he had just claimed as his own yet he couldn't bring himself to move away form the door incase he heard Matthew in any pain of distress… he hated to think what he would do if America were to turn on him… or worse, force him to do something he wasn't prepared to do… but judging by the dominating character Matthew was pretending to be, he was the one on top, not Alfred… this pleased him somewhat… he knew no-one would be able to fuck Matthew like he had…
"Why is he pretending to be me for fuck sake?" England exclaimed "and why the blood hell am I listening to this!" he said, wrenching himself away from the door
"Oh but angleterre it is just getting good!" France grinned, trying to look through the tiny crack in the door but it was far too dark next door to see anything
"Oh fuck Alfred!" Matthew moaned as he pushed himself deeper, his over sensitive body already tingling, he reached down and stared pumping America's length in time with his thrusts
"Arthur!" Alfred moaned, thrusting his hips back against Matthew, trying to drive back the horrible fact that it still was his brother and not the Englishman he longed for so much "jeez Arthur harder!" he cried. Matthew grinned and slammed his hips harder into his brother just picturing the look on Russia's face as he listened to his little Matthew dominating someone… but he was already very worn out and became close very quickly and judging by how swollen Alfred had become, so was he, Matthew leant in and bit the man's ear softly
"Ah cum for me Alfred…" Matthew moaned in the deepest British accent he could do making his brother slam his lip against his and half scream as he came hard against their stomachs. His brother's pulsing walls drove him over the edge as he cried out in higher, more feminine voice. The two collapsed again the sofa before getting up and quickly dressing, avoiding all eye contact… they just stormed through the door together, knocking over everyone there. Sat down on the floor, crossed arms and legs, staring at the floor while Matthew walked over to Ivan and smiled
"Did you hear me?" he smiled
"I did…" Ivan mumbled "how was it?" Matthew smiled sweetly before leaning in and licking the Russian's ear
"Nothing compared to you…" he moaned making Ivan stiffen, he leant back and smiled at Matthew before placing a kiss on his forehead and sitting down
"Okay… I do believe zat it is your turn Alfred…" Ludwig muttered, nodding to the bottle… America slowly reached out and grabbed the bottle
"I am never… doing that again… and if any of you ever mention it… to anyone… I will kill you…" he hissed through his teeth…
