SHATTER'S NOTES: FUDGEYEAH, Last chapter! :D Thanks to the reviews and all that wonderful stuff! = v = It makes me a very happy person and motivates me to update sooner so thanks once again! -bows head down-
Also, thanks to those who commented that my English isn't very bad. Spanish is my native tongue and because of that, some people were better than I in English. What I'm trying to say is thank you for reassuring me.
Today is a joyous celebration for me! = 7 = Today marks the 6th anniversary of my computer's (a Mac) faithful service. 6 whole years of staying by my side, even when I dropped that glass of cola on you. Thank you so much, Mac-kun (itsa boy!). ¡Té amo mucho, querido!
WARNINGS: An awesometastic twist with some firstattempt! lemon. ;D
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA. IF I DID, I'D BE ONE RICH M*THERF*CKER.
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A week had passed since the incident concerning Ivan's sexuality has risen up. The young, nubile maids were in distraught while the men were having mixed feelings as to whether feel disgusted by it or feel glad that there is no longer competition. Rumours had also started about their Queen, Alfred. There have been some gossip that one of the citizens found them in bed, lying together. Of course, with every rumour, there have been some twists thrown on there, as well. The most widely and popular belief is that when the alleged person saw them, they were fornicating. The original story was already long-lost, and only a few people believed that this was the truth.
Ivan, much to his displeasure, had to still train the soldiers that would daunt him, day and night. There was so much disobedience in his army that he had to boom the same threat that he told to the trio a while back. Naturally, they all went quiet and for a short while, they abide his every order until his once-loyal lieutenant, Erick, rebuked on his orientation and all hell broke lose.
It wasn't an exaggeration when people claimed that it took hours to calm down the crowd that began to riot. They were no longer fighting because of the feud between Ivan and his lieutenant but now just for the sake of fighting. The pegasus knights, which compromised of pure girls, kept out of it but were dragged into it by nearby men.
Things got so horrendous that Alfred, their own Queen, had to intervene in the midst of the fighting and stopped the fighting men himself, using his super-strength that he was blessed with. Pained groans mixed together with the whimpers of the women, created a horrible sound throughout the castle. When Alfred set out to look for Ivan, he saw him in complete tatters with blood all over his shiny, grey armor.
Alfred sighed in aggravation seeing his subjects, whom he tried so hard to support them, fight for something as trivial as this. He asked a nearby servant to go fetch the medics quickly since some of them may have serious injury. As the servant ran, Alfred beckoned Ivan to his side and told Ivan to follow him to his room.
They walked in awkward silence during the whole time, both of them not saying a word until they reached Alfred's room. Walking to his bed, Alfred plopped down on his cushy king-sized bed and looked at Ivan, staring at him with his cerulean eyes blazing with hate.
"What?" Asked Ivan, holding his hands in mock surrender.
"How did this happen?" Alfred seethed, careful not to alarm Ivan.
Ivan was in shock at the sight before him. Never has he seen Alfred this angry before. Unlike his dad, Arthur, who was the one who raised him, he wasn't as temperamental as him. The only time that counted as anger was when his cat, Freedom, who was a kitten back in the day, ripped up his favourite shirt. He was too shocked to even scold the cat so he just gave Freedom a time-out outside while Alfred was sulking on the destruction of his clothes.
Ivan gave off a scoff. "Same as always, Alfred. Despite having a large amount of freedom, your people are so narrow-minded."
"You sure got that right!" Alfred chuckled. "Really? Just because of sexuality?" He started to laugh. "Who cares if they like the same gender, it's not bad!-? They make it sound like it's the world's most terrifying thing." He rolled his eyes for effect, making Ivan smile. "Here, Ivan," Alfred patted on a empty space on his right side. "Come sit with me on the bed!"
"Alfred, there's something I must tell you."
Mentioned blonde had a look of confusion. "About?"
"Well," Ivan slowly drawled out. "There's something that has been on my mind for awhile."
"Which is?"
"As of late, I have been feeling this strange symptoms that have-" Ivan was interrupted when he heard Alfred gasp loudly.
"Don't tell me I got you sick!" He exclaimed. Alfred bolted upright off his bed, walking frantically around the room. "What if I did get you sick!-? Maybe I infected you with something worse than a fever because your immune system isn't as heroic as mine?-!" He looked at Ivan, tears starting to brim his eyes. "What if you're going to die, Vanya!-? Then, it'll be all my fault! And that's not awesome!" He wailed.
"Nyet, fredka!" He shouted, stopping Alfred in his tracks. "I am not going to die neither am I going to succumb to such an illness."
"Are you sure?" He sniffled. "Because I would go insane without you staying by my side!" Alfred noticed Ivan blush intensely and he immediately blushed himself, finally realizing what he just said.
"No, that was not what I meant!" He stuttered. "I m-mean, I do like you, like, a lot. OH! What am I even saying?-! You do not bend that way, I mean, why else do you fight back those offensive-" Alfred's eyes widened as Ivan's lips connected with his.
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" '-Why did you…?' Alfred said when he broke off the kiss and just started into those purple orbs that he has grown to love over the years." America read out loud to Russia, who was accompanying him to the supermarket.
"Really, America," Russia sighed. "Why do you insist on reading those type of stories out in public?"
Ivan was answered back by a pouting American. "So? That's perfectly normal!"
Russia rolled his eyes in a playful manner. "Yeah, and a grown man sitting in the basket of a shopping cart is also considered normal, Да?"
America looked at his surroundings in the supermarket and noticed confused as well as amused looks from the local shoppers. Maybe that wasn't normal but who gives a crap? Not the United Fucking States of America! He can do whatever he pleases.
"Just shut up and push me to the candy aisle, Ruski."
"Yes, Your Highness." Russia mockingly said before driving America to the requested aisle. "Anyways, Fredka," began Russia as he grabbed a big bag of butterscotch and threw it inside the basket, landing on America's lap. "Why did you made me purchase that book for you?"
America opened the candy bag, took out a candy, unwrapped it before putting the candy inside his mouth. "Ahhhh, heaven," America moaned out in pleasure of the taste. Licking it a few times, he replied, "One: Because Hungary wrote it and Two: Because we were the main characters this time!" He smiled in glee.
Hungary's first book, which was an international best-seller amoung the BL genre, had France and England, identified by their human names to secure privacy, as the main characters in which they were both criminals escaping from the law, traveling across both land and sea to a place where they could call home. He liked the story for the plot and beautiful art. Even France and England loved it, which was rare since they never both agree on something besides sex.
When Hungary came by his house and asked permission to use them as the characters in her next story, he happily agreed and forgot to tell Russia before he found out when Japan came over and congratulated them on being Hungary's new inspiration for her new BL book.
"You should've waited until I got home from the doctor's to ask for MY permission, sunflower." He grabbed another bag of Reeses before setting out to the check-out area. "Anything else?" He questioned.
America looked at the food covering his legs and waist; bread, peanut-butter and jelly, coke, cow meat, chicken, more cow meat, burger buns, coke, milk, more cow meat, Oreo's, Cup of Noodles, bananas, coke, apples, MORE cow meat, cereal, coke, the opened bag of butterscotch, Reeses, vodka, and the rest were just more junk food. "Hmmm, I guess that's it." Maybe some more meat but the fridge can't carry anymore food as it is. "Heigh-ho, Fluffy, to the check-out area!" He commanded. When the cart didn't move, he sighed. "Please?"
"That's better."
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Leaving the store, Russia relaxed as the extra weight of his American lover no longer plagued the shopping cart, which he had to use some considerably strength to even push. America was still tending to his book, not even looking out for cars. Once they approached the car, Russia opened the trunk of his car and without any help from the American, he put the groceries inside, even though the majority of the food HE purchased were mostly America's.
Shutting the trunk, he saw that America was no longer reading his book and was now staring intently at the pavement, like if he was thinking of something. It was weird.
"What are thinking of, America?"
"Russia, what is your favourite Disn*y princess?" America thought of an idea and he was going to make it move in action. This was the only thing that they hadn't tried out yet and he wasn't going to take 'No' for an answer.
The Russian pondered for awhile. Anastasia was obviously his favourite princess. She was the only one besides America and Belarus who really wasn't terrified of him. But his lover said a 'Disn*y Princess.' He continued thinking and let out an occasional hum, letting America know that he was still in thought. There was Ariel, then there was Aurora, but he only liked one best.
"Guess it'd have to be Snow White." Russia replied. "Why?"
Russia saw America close in on his ear and shivered in anticipation at what America whispered to him.
"Sounds like a plan?" America pecked Russia on the lips and saw Russia smirk when he pulled away.
"Да."
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"Aah!" America whimpered as Russia nipped his jugular. Russia moved his hands to reach under the dress America had put on and teased the blonde's puckered hole before inserting his finger inside that delicious heat. America winced slightly at the pain. Thanks to the numerous times they had done this, the pain went away until Russia suddenly slide in two finger along with the first one.
"Hey, not to faaAAAH!" America moaned as the fingers brushed against his prostate, his hole tightening around Russia's fingers.
"Found it~" Russia sang. He began thrusting his fingers in and out of America as he continued mewling, pre-cum leaking out of his member. Russia licked his lips at the enticing sight before him; America moaning, face contorted in pleasure, sweat covering his whole body, drool dribbling at the side of his mouth, a beautiful blush coating his cheeks, while wearing a Snow White dress. Oh, it was almost too much for him.
"FUUUCCCKKK, HURRY UP AND PUT IT IN ME!" America demanded, the fingers no longer satisfying to his growing lust. He wanted something more, something that would make him feel pleasure all over his body and would leave his ass sore.
"Put what in you?" Russia teased. He knew what he was implying but he wanted to poke fun at him to hear him beg for his cock, to feel the full filling that he couldn't live without, to fuck him mercilessly.
"YOUR COCK, DAMMIT! PUT IT IN BEFORE I CUT IT OFF!" America snarled.
"Snappy, aren't we?" Russia pulled out his fingers, making the American whimper at the empty feeling inside him, and whipped out his erect cock from under his coat. Without another word, he quickly shoved inside America, feeling the warmth encompassing his cock.
America groaned as Ivan gave in a thrust. "Ahh…Rus-s… Nngh! Feel so…" he panted. "Feel so full…" Biting his lip so he wouldn't moan too loudly, Russia started thrusting in and out of America, indulging in that tight heat.
Moans and mewls were heard along with the loud slapping of skin-against-skin as Russia pounded into America harshly on the bed. Ivan's thrust progressively became faster and faster, sweat beading his face as things got more heated when America began to move against him, creating a marvelous feeling of friction.
Feeling his climax growing stronger and refusing to come first as always, he began to stroke America's weeping cock, earning louder moans from the writhing body underneath him. Oh, God. He was so, so close.
At a particularly hard thrust, America lost it and screamed, "AHHH-VANYAAAAA~!" He released all over their bodies, reaching up to his chest.
Russia moaned as America's walls tightened around him, suffocating his cock. "I-I'm almost t-there… Alfred…!" He clenched his teeth as he released deep inside of America, vision going white for a moment. Panting heavily, he pulled out, making America shudder as Russia's seed poured out of his hole, streaming through his thighs and staining the bed sheets.
Collapsing right next to the blonde, Russia reached the blankets and covered them both since it was a cold winter day in New York City. Snuggling close to the Russian, America began to stroke his silvery-blonde hair, running his fingers through it.
"Hey, Russia?"
"Hm?"
"When I read that book, it made me wonder of something."
"What?" Russia noticed America blush a pretty pink color.
"Would you stay by my side, even when the whole world turns against me?"
Russia just lifted America's left hand and put it near his mouth. "Of course, dorogoy."
"Really?" He inquired. "Even if it means your death?"
"Forever and ever…" He kissed the top of America's hand and looked at him with purple eyes filled with mirth. "… My Queen."
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SHATTERED LIFE'S FINAL NOTES: OK, I'm done. Finished! Fin! Whatever! D: I'm just tired right now. 8U I don't care if the lemon isn't good anymore. = Д =
INSPIRATIONS FOR THIS STORY: It was a prototype of a story I already created but haven't posted. 'Your Love is Mine' is the name of it and basically there's a shit ton of candidates but only one can win the heart of the American prince to save their kingdom from collapsing from the lack of money due to 'the Nicolas War.' I wrote it when I still didn't have any internet. I will post it after others 'cause this one has a ton of sadness and gore towards the end. = u =
This is Kaoru, logging off to play some Fire Emblem. (FrUk Yeah.)