Author's Note:
Hey I was supposed to have finished this yesterday but my parents dragged me to a party. I don't know why I always get dragged into this stuff.
Anyway this chapter does contain sex...yeah...anyway this is also the most uneventful of all the chapters of this arc.
However I strongly believe that this is the one with the most serious fluff and comfort...yeah. Also...I'm sorry that I made Denmark and America cry in this...but the point of this chapter was to show how really committed they are and how vulnerable they felt at times.
The Dane wanted things low-key for the mean time. His definition of a good time wasn't being photographed by Japanese school girls or getting spied on by a globe-trotting Hungarian. Wait, Globe-trotting was an understatement…it was more like warp-travel. If that wasn't enough, Liz had connection in every square meter of the whole world. AND another was the assumption that they were…just FRIENDS?! What does he have to kiss his boyfriend every minute to let the world know? (Not that he minds)
So here they were in the dimly lit living room, sitting on the soft carpet with crumbs of bread stuck deeply to the roots. He'd clean it later. Now it was about them.
"Are ya enjoying this picnic?" asked the big Dane with a gigantic smile.
"Of course I am. I never knew I'd like this kind of stuff" smiled his American love as the single candle illuminated their faces with a warm orange glow.
"Good to hear that. Want more?" asked Matthias handing out another sandwich lovingly made with his two big warm hands.
"Sure stuff me like a pig. Here, have some apple pie" Alfred got a spoonful of his home-made pie with some cinnamon ice cream that they both made. His lover reciprocated by placing the savory sandwich in front of the young nation's lips. They ate their respective morsels smiling at each other as the night went on.
"Have some tea, my friend" an unusual smile crept the English man's face. Denmark politely accepted his cup and sipped on it slowly. It might be poison. He was just paranoid, you know? Accounting what Japan did or how catching tuna in Philippine waters could have led to death by lava. What should he expect from his lover's former guardian?
"Honhonhon. Do not be very uptight Danemark!" he was comforted by smiling French. The long-haired blonde then sat in the red sofa where his boyfriend also sat in. He gave Arthur a quick rub down before French-kissing the blushing Brit in front of him.
"I'm still here" he stated calmly looking at Francis, who was roughly his geographic age give or take, and the younger Brit. The two horny lovers stopped and looked at the attractive man in front of them.
"We just want to talk. We want to know Matthias and not Denmark" said England as he scoffed gripping France's hands tighter earning him a smell peck on the nose.
"Oui. But more importantly…we want to make sure that you are not going to leave our little Alfred. WE want to MAKE SURE that you won't just grow tired of him and leave. Oui?" Matthias tensed and nodded.
"J-ja"
"Okay, I have the first question, mon ami!" waved the French. He stood up and pointed to an authentic cuckoo clock just above the dead fire place. The morning sun beamed playfully with the moving second hand and the swinging pendulum encased in it.
"It looks beautiful, no?" he smiled giving his signature wink. The Dane looked confusingly. It is a beautiful clock, it was hypnotic, the way the golden pendulum swings back and forth in perfect rhythm…beckoning him to look closer.
"Ja, it is" he couldn't stop staring. The French smirked.
"You look tense, just breathe in and out" the Dane agreed, letting his breath regulate. "Just feel your body slump down with each breath. Every ounce of energy slipping away from your marvelous body" he leaned in closer whispering the cycle of phrases to the concentrated ears of Matthias. Francis repeated this for what felt like five minutes but the Scandinavian was just too transfixed on the golden object to care, his eyes slowly becoming blank.
"Just let yourself go, mon ami" Francis raised the Dane's strong arm into the air before pulling it harshly back to the ground.
"SLEEP!" ordered the French loudly as the Viking's upper body plopped forward resting on the smaller man's shoulders. This was good, France never expected him to be this good of a subject. The faster they went, the smarter they were. He raised his friend's head to see the handsome face he had. He was in a pristine state of hypnosis. France was glad that he invented hypnosis.
"Mon cher…he's gone deep already" cooed France looking at his boyfriend who was blushing.
"Then let us begin with the real test" he answered back with a devious smirk.
The Icelandic scenery was breath-taking. The golden sun gave just the right amount of its glorious rays to romanticize the plains. But what really caught America's attention was the clear hot spring that was just under a rocky crop…It looked almost mystical.
"Man this looks awesome dude!" said America in only his surfer shorts. His lightly tanned body flashed with the ray of the sun pointing out his beautifully toned body. Iceland didn't want to take off his shirt now but Sve didn't have the same shame. He peeled his shirt off showing off his equally hard body which looked even more imposing due to his height.
"So are you two going to wrestle me underwater or do you like control water?" beamed the smiling Alfred as he playfully thwacked his new-found friends.
"No. Alfr'd…w're j'st h're t'talk" said the Swedish calmly as he dipped into the water almost immediately. He let out a moan as the water caressed his body.
"Mmm…why?" asked Alfred as his eyes blinked. The last few days, only one thing was certain…expect the unexpected. So this had to lead to something awesome, right?
"Just relax Mr. America…we just want to make sure you won't leave Denmark…" America flinched, that was pretty straight forward. How the hell could he relax…he was being interrogated, he doesn't know what to answer to them. If he talked about their dates…his boyfriend would not hear the end of his friend's laughing…if he talked about sex, he'll look like a total tool. He was suddenly reminded by the cold wind that he wasn't in the warm comforting waters yet. He discarded Texas and placed it on top of his piled clothes. He then jumped into the water making a large splash that scalded the skins of the two Nordics. America resurfaced with a big smile.
"That was SOO~ AWESOME!" he laughed obnoxiously. He quieted down as he heard nothing from his two companions. The angry glares of the two met the ocean-blues of the American.
"Oh…er…Sorry?" he scratched the back of his head giving off another small set of chuckles. The other two looked at the other before nodding.
"Mr. America…we brought some 'awesome' soda!" the Icelandic teen gave a can of soda. America face-palmed mentally. The can had a stupid paper sticker with 'AWESOME' printed in it. To make it worse, the sticker was already peeling away from the can. Did he really think he was that stupid?
"Please, call me Alfred…we're practically in the same age group. I think you're even older than me actually" he reluctantly got the can and opened it eliciting a loud fizz from its opening. He smelled the ticklish vapor that gently swayed upward to his expecting nose. He let out a pained expression before becoming limp and relaxed as he flopped towards the two.
"You were right he is smarter than I thought…Good thing you told me to put more sleeping gas than sleeping pills." Emil started to tap the sleeping nation's forehead making sure that he was definitely asleep.
"T'ld ya! If h' w's d'mb, h' would've j'st dr'nk it ev'n wh'n the st'cker w's fallin' of!" Sweden said as he shook America violently…making sure he was really ASLEEP.
"Should we drown him…you know just to make sure" Emil placed his hands over Alfred's shoulders waiting for a go signal.
"No. H' is d'finitely 'sleep." Sweden urged Iceland to not push through with drowning.
"Then let the test begin!" Shouted Emil.
"Matthias, we want you to relax and go deeper" said England in an uncharacteristically calm voice. The breathing of the entranced Dane slowed considerably as his head lolled back catching the soft rays of sun with his serene face.
"We want you to answer some questions. We want you to answer all of them truthfully, Oui?" said France as he stroked the cheeks of their subject.
"Ja." He answered flatly. The two smirked. Arthur got out a piece of crumpled paper with some questions.
"How do old are you?"
"three-two thousand…I really don't know…but me and Norge are a lot older than Sve. How about my christening date? I know that one." He asked sleepily gaining an eye-brow raise from the thick-browed Brit. His French man peeped from his boyfriend's shoulders in a state of confusion as well.
"That won't be necessary. Favorite past time?"
"Making up stories. Drawing. Cleaning. Cooking. Cleaning. Talking. Cleaning. Filing Paperwork. Cleaning. Working out. Cleaning. Watching Documentaries…I did stalk America in a weekly basis before we started dating. Oh yeah and Cleaning."
"What is it with you and cleaning?" shouted the Brit more surprised with the Dane's cleaning habits than the fact that he stalked his friend. France pinched his nose bridge trying not to shout at the English man.
"I wake up at six…I finish breakfast by 6:30…I finish my paperwork by eight but I still double-check it for any flaws before mailing it to my boss, by then It'll be like ten in the morning. Since Norge's work won't be finished until exactly 5:05…I have a lot of time to occupy myself. Shouldn't you be more surprised that I stalked my boyfriend?" his eyes were still closed but he was having a normal conversation with the two.
"Oui. Danemark has a point; you are not taking this seriously. Now it's my turn." Francis pushed his boyfriend away and looked at the sleeping face in front of him.
"Who was your first?" French asked shamelessly gaining a strong kick from the smaller Brit.
"You bloody frog! That's an even worse question!"
"Me and kærlighed talked about that too, wanna hear it?" smiled Denmark with his eyes still closed. The couple nodded their heads and let out soft sounds of confirmation.
"So…ah…w-who was your first?" asked America shyly as he sipped on his crème soda. Denmark eyes widened with a surprised frown but looked away with a blushing pout. He was fairly ashamed to answer.
"I…um…don't know. It was…um-in a mess hall. The only thing I'm sure of is that it was a girl" he sipped on his beer. "Um…what 'bout you?"
America gritted his teeth as he held his legs closer to his body. He murmured inaudibly. Denmark cupped his right ear gesturing his boyfriend to speak up.
"Prussia." The cute scowl on Alfred's face was met with a very surprised Matthias. "it was during the revolution…he told me to celebrate and then…he was inside…me."
The older blonde stood up and got his axe fuming towards the door. "I'm gonna kill that freakin' Albino!" he said full of rage. "He can't be the one to take you! I mean…"America held his Danish love's hands and looked up to him with puppy-eyes. "Fine. At least you're with me now. Plus I did fuck him along the way" he gripped his boyfriend's hips as he nestled his face on the younger one's golden hair.
"What about you? Who popped your ass first?" both were now more comfortable with opening up about their sexual experiences. They weren't r really the most romantic couple.
"It was during the…union. I ordered Sve and Norge…to have a threesome…with me in the middle" He blushed as he hugged tighter. "I was probably the biggest ass in history because of that" he smiled weakly.
"Don't bring up the past if it isn't a happy one" he cupped the sad cheeks and gave a small peck on the nose. Just like that, the sweet smile of his lover resurfaced.
"I've fucked Holland too…" the Dane looked away scratching his nape.
"I know I was in the cubicle when he tried to get with you…I also heard you saying that you'd wait for that someone special to come. Who was it?" winked the handsome American.
"I'm looking at him!" smirked Denmark. "Ya fucked Canada, more than once, ja?"
The question made America tense but he just nodded quietly. "…and he did me more that once too" he added as he scratched his scalp. The larger man carried him of his feet and kissed him slowly as he walked back to their dating place. He cuddled America in his arms whispering sweet nonsense to the youthful ears of his lover.
"I did Russia. He bottomed" America smirked confidently "I shoved his pipe in him then gave him some southern hospitality!" He was starting to brag but slowly fell silent when Matthias stared at him. America regretted saying it outloud.
"I did him too! Who knew he could fit the bottom of a vodka bottle in him? He even manage fisting!" the pearly whites flashed with the icy-blue eyes.
"Have you tried Germany?" America looked back at his partner who was hugging him tighter.
"Is he really that kinky?" his eyes twinkled remembering the lack of dearth of bondage materials the German had.
"Yup! He's a pig! And all of that was because he locked you up in a cellar" his eyes glazed over with his fairly protective nature. He pushed himself closer to the bigger man's arms. The statement made the Dane blush. He should've rape Japan then…too bad it's too late to do that. Maybe it still wasn't too late.
"What's your most douchey conquest?" asked the Dane.
"I go to the playboy mansion every month for free!" answered America with swag. "You?"
"Every year, Victoria's Secret gives me VIP access with five of my top Angels." He winked at his boyfriend.
~AWKWARD SILENCE~
"Were they any better than me?"
"What? Hell No!"
"You sure?"
"Really."
"Don't lie"
"I'm not lying! You're like ten times better than any of them"
Both of the blondes laughed since they asked and answered the same things at the same time.
"Ugh…how does this prove anything?" huffed Emil angrily. He kept looking at the large glowing mirror reflecting memories of the sleeping American.
"It doesn't. I didn't h've time t' th'nk 'f a good t'st, so th's 's th' n'xt b'st thing" Sweden lied. His original test was supposed to be killing a whale with his own two hands in less than an hour. Why the change of heart? He didn't want the honey-blonde to get traumatized because he killed something that he saw as a friend. But more importantly, he saved his wife. So they're even.
"How do you change the channel on this thing?" the Icelandic teen started knocking on the glass.
"It's m'tion c'nsored j'st w've yer h'nd" Sweden waved in example while he glanced on some of his family portraits. The teenager huffed as he waved his hands back and forth switching from different memories until he found something interesting.
He saw a reflection of America his eyes red with an evil grin.
"No one will love you…They're afraid of you…us. But we'll kill them. Don't worry, Alfred. I'm here" the American started to shift and sweat in his dreams.
"Stop it. I'm not you!" America clenched his fist as he kept talking to the mirror.
"I don't know. We have the same awesome hair, killer looks…but I'm not a coward like you!" the dark reflection smiled with his mouth pink because of blood.
"You're the coward…you can't even talk to me face to face!" his punch was blocked by a hand coming out of the mirror. He looked shocked.
"Give in. We'll be the kings of the world. You will be their god." Said the evil doppelganger.
"King?" Alfred's eyes quivered. He could rule. He could finally end the tremors of his heart caused by the other nations. He'd be invincible.
"Yes…you can have all of the things you want. The things buzzing through your mind" the identical demon started easing himself out of the glass prison. America was letting himself embrace the darkness, no one would've cared anyway. Except Canada, but he didn't want to make his brother worry.
"You'll lose everybody…but power's more important" with that said a hand gripped on the dark jugular.
"No." Alfred crushed the throat eliciting a last painful gasp before the glass shattered. The crying Nation curled into a ball, his bloodied hand smearing the fluid onto the floor.
"Nobody…will love me…accept me…the-they don't need to know who I really am…It's for the best…they'll never understand…They'll use me" his smile creepy with giggles and pants providing the score to the twisted masterpiece.
The two Nordics looked in fear as the young nation trashed in his sleep. They felt fear but pity took over.
"Hey, what's wrong, kærlighed?" they heard an all too familiar voice from the mirror. They were greeted by a genuinely concerned look from their Danish friend, pulling his arms out to wipe some tears of the weeping boy's face.
"Oh nothing, T-tei Tei. I'm fine." Alfred wiped his tears hugging his boyfriends tighter. Denmark pushed him away to look straight into the watery blue eyes.
"I've been your best friend a long time before I became your lover. Now talk to me" Denmark squeezed the American's hands softly.
…
"This is the only time…I took anything this seriously, you know…matters of the heart and stuff" the American quieted looking down on the floor. "I don't want to lose you…but what if you get tired of me…I'm not really the most exciting guy in real life…What if you hate the real me?" he started crying harder this time, almost choking on his every breath.
"And why would that happen?" smiled the Dane as he hugged the sobbing nation with his big and warm arms.
"I don't know. Everybody just wants relations here and there…they want my support. But they turn on me every chance they get. Nobody really stays long, I'm just born to be hated." He gripped The Dane's back tighter…but he also wanted to pull away. He didn't want to be this close to a person.
"What if I fucked up again and your country went to hell?" he said quietly, straining to keep his voice audible and clear.
"You won't and even if you did…remember I fell in love with Alfred not America "smiled Denmark as he rubbed the back of his boyfriend's neck.
'You'll get bored of me. If you don't just start hating me. I'm a monster. Everybody treats me like one, so why shouldn't I believe? Every joke has some truth to it." his boyfriend was being as stubborn as a rock; he kept finding ways to bring himself down. Matthias hated pity parties…especially when all he sees from the boy was an angel.
"Stop bringing yourself down." Said Denmark in a stern voice. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me and no matter what happens I won't let you go. Remember that." he squeezed Alfred's hands tighter letting his warmth travel to the cold hands of the American.
"You're the person who wakes up at 7 am and cooks unbelievably good food. You're the person who has a truckload of cats. You're the one who laughs at cartoons and hides his face when something cheesy or scary shows up. You're the one who fakes not listening to others' insults but still helps them. But more importantly … you're the one who stole my heart."
"Have you been stalking me?" giggled Alfie through the tears.
"mmm…Maybe." he kissed the younger nation's cheek.
Maybe it was just the kiss, but he felt acceptance, he felt no need to act or look cool and distant. He didn't have to hide in a stupid mask…he found what he was looking for. He was loved by somebody, other than his brother, a person who'd shield him from the hate. Finally someone who'd whisper 'it's alright…I'm here'.
A smile crept America's sleeping face the tears stopped. Sweden and Iceland smiled as they watched the American ease up to his dream.
"And that's what happened" smiled the hypnotized Dane. The smile was soft and sincere earning equally dreamy smiles from the American's parental figures.
"Yes! Now has anything traumatic happened to you? Old chap?"
"That is too straight forward amour" honestly, England has to stop being too forward or random. The Subconscious is a fairly fragile subject…Matthias doesn't seem to be that affected now. But pushing the envelope too far might seriously damage him.
Right on cue the Viking started to flinch uncomfortably. He started sweating and gave short puffs of air as he breathed unevenly.
"I-it's not that I'm afr-afr-afraid of him. I'm just…not used to him…is all!"The Dane was still loud and expressive in his subconscious.
"Who is it? Tell me right now!" ordered the English man in a fit of power lust. France pulled him away trying to calm the small man down but also trying to make the Dane forget the question.
"Spain."
The two looked at him in utter surprise.
"Why?" they both asked. Denmark fidgeted a bit gulping something that was stuck in his throat. He gripped the wooden handles tightly. The two more southern Europeans looked warily at each other, should they continue?
"This is your entire fault if Amerique finds out!" France slapped England's forehead repeatedly.
"He'll never know, frog!" He pulled on Francis's hair.
"Watch your tongue…mon cher!" the French man slapped more furiously as he pulled on the smaller man's tongue. Arthur then started pulling on his partner's beard.
"he…" the quiet voice made the room in silence.
"He destroyed me… he made me lose sight of my mission to be the king of Scandinavia. A king's suppose to protect and serve…and according to the history books I failed at that." his mouth was quivering. This action earned a punch from the French man to the waiting face of his lover.
"He wanted to hear me scream, which never happened…for months I was locked up naked and every time he'd visit…" His voice started shaking "he'd bring a knife...a poker…a whip…a barbed whip. He'd tie me up with barbed shackles. He'd stab me, whip me…burn me…anything that was considered torture… I felt it all. Then he'd burn all my scars shut…" his closed eyes started twitching. They thought he'd be used to that being a Viking. "He'd let the wounds heal for a day or two then he'd reopen them. But I didn't care it didn't really hurt. All I got from it was my bad back."
A small cloud of guilt puffed up Arthur's chest. He never knew that Antonio could do such a thing, he was once a tyrant…but he never thought that he'd be that sadistic. Denmark was a Viking…not a toy in a sick game of torture.
'You see, Dinamarca, you may be the richest country as of now…but you are weak. You lead with the useless organ, we call the heart. It's worthless…the sooner you let your heart go…the sooner you'd see reason' howled the wind in a creepy Spanish voice. The windows were closed, how could that have happened? The winds started keeping up blowing their hair away from their faces…the room started to shake just a bit.
"That's why…it happened. I lost everybody. I lost myself. I was king of nothing…maybe king of ashes, beer bottles, and chopped furniture." A small smile crept as the closed eyes poured out tears. That was when the horrifying winds stopped and the room was suddenly brighter as if a burden was lifted.
"Only one person knows about it…ya know, before you two" the two sat down listening to his story.
"So who was your worst?" Alfred playfully nuzzled onto the crook of his boyfriend's neck, easing up the tense man as he thought of an answer
"Spain" the nuzzling stopped leaving a frustrated Scandinavian. The North American pouted and the European didn't know what to do now. He did ask him, didn't he?
"What was bad about that? I mean isn't he practically like a matador in bed or something?" to the surprise of Matthias, he was just deep in thought.
"Well…it was because he just popped out of nowhere during one of our meetings. He got on my nerves, pestering me because I wasn't smiling lately...I mean how could I smile if min kærlighed wasn't talking to me for a month." America blushed remembering the awkward moment they had after the magic-beer induced sex that Hungary was so nice to do for herself. "I got frustrated, so I banged him in the closet. But it was after that…I remembered how he destroyed me…" the icy-blues started to have a grey tint on them as he rubbed his lumbar area comfortingly. His arms started to gleam dimly with a subtle powder blue as ice cracks started forming all over his body. His eyes, hurt to all extent, dilated like a wolf's. It glowed bright blue as tears started to fall silently.
"All I wanted was to keep our religion safe…at the end of the day we were all still Christians. But he was adamant. I lost, I got beat up…raped thrice a day for six months .It was more than rape, he enjoyed the torture, he enjoyed marking me with his…poker…he loved it when his barbed whip would dig in to my back. He wanted me to give up. He wanted me to be his bitch. At the end I was too hard for him to break…but I was still broken inside"
"I was ice…he was fire." He placed his cold hand on America's chest. "And Ice…loses". Alfred was about to speak but his lover trailed off some more. "That's why when I came back…I wanted the same power…I never wanted to feel that way again…vulnerable… Shitty… Imperfect. But all I got was being alone. I never wanted anybody to get hurt…but I still fucked up. Th-they left me."
'They're never coming back for you…Dinamarca!' the cold Spanish voice rattled the Dane.
Suddenly warm hands cupped his face almost melting his skin back to its pale glory. America's eyes shined in love and acceptance. His hands were being crawled by black vines, twisting and curling forming strange tattoos. He heard loud flaps and gusts as he stared deeply to the now amber eyes of his boyfriend. He glanced casually to his lover's form to see translucent, ethereal wings in a proud brownish-black. The big wings were intangible but it exuded the warmth and light of a peaceful plain with hills and islands of trees scattered here and there.
"You're not alone, Idiot" he whispered as small tears got trapped in his glasses.
He rubbed the full cheeks then going south to rub the Dane's fairly frail back. So that's why he had a hard time bottoming. That's why he's a bit too clingy around others. He was scarred in his body and heart. The warm touch made Denmark's head fall into the strong shoulders before him he gripped on the arms as his tears went down his eyes.
"Stop crying…you're making me cry too" Alfred rubbed his tears away as the Dane rubbed his own, feeling pathetic.
"You're not perfect…why would you need to be? You are damn perfection to me. You're shitty…but doesn't everybody feel that way? At least you're only shitty when you're hung-over... which seldom happens due to your unbelievable alcohol tolerance." He wiped the older nation's tears. "You're vulnerable…because you need a person to complete you. And that's why I'm here" He gave a long kiss making Denmark hug him tighter, his eyes streaming with tears.
He never expected America to be the first one to know, even though he's his boyfriend.
He never expected that one day he'd be open up enough to do this…to let somebody in.
"Aw…why are you never that sweet to me, England?" sulked France.
"What? They're just starting out…give them two months and they'll be miserable" his face was red as he answered the taller man.
"Yeah right, even when we started dating, you were a stupid tsundere!"
"I am n-"
"We had sex…no we made love afterwards…" the smile of the Dane was serene and nostalgic.
"O-okay, Chap…y-you don't have to say it anym-" "No, Danemark. Please do tell, mon ami!"
"What do you think you're doing?"
"None of your business, Tsundere creep!"
Alfred was lying on the bed being straddled by the heavier Dane. Their eyes were still puffy and their noses were still stuffy. They kissed sloppily and slowly savoring every last moment. Their bodies were almost melted into one form. Their hugs were tight as if they were each other's life savers, which is what they were thinking of each other at that moment. Denmark grinded their clothed crotches in a slow rhythm making America moan into the kiss.
Matthias smiled as he placed his hand under the younger blonde's neck intensifying the kiss. They breathe out through their stuffed nostrils as their tongues bended and twisted in ways that people thought were impossible. But that was the Dane's specialty…which is why America got addicted to it.
Suddenly, the young man pushed on the Scandinavian's chest flipping their positions, while the bigger man's legs were still locked around America's waist. Matthias's hands were placed firmly around his lover's nape while his said lover was on all fours supporting the dangling Viking.
America started darting his tongue and tickling the roof of his lover's mouth making Matthias giggle and moan as his face started heating up. His grip on the cowboy's waist was even tighter than before. His mouth started feeling numb as America worked his magic. A tongue that could speak hundreds of languages was of course well exercised. But the lighter blonde was not going to give up that easily.
Alfred's knees and arms started to shake when he felt a cold shiver of pure ecstasy ran down his spine. He collapsed over his lover as his mouth started feeling a piercing coldness cover the walls of his moist cavern.
"kan du lide det min kærlighed?" finally the kiss was broken to the disappointment of America. He nodded answering his lover's question.
"tage min skjorte, hvis du vil være så venlig." Said Denmark calmly as he made them revert back to the original position. His voice was a bit stuffy from the mucus that filled his nose. Alfred pulled his lover down by the collar and started sucking on his very sensitive neck. He slowly undid the buttons of his flannel pajama top caressing every scar with careful hands while pinching on every other pleasure point he knew the Dane had.
Matthias gasped and groaned as his body was being tortured with every loving stroke. Suddenly he felt nibbles on his right ear feeling the wet tongue and the teeth gnaw every ounce of self-control he had.
"min tur" cooed Alfred in Danish. Matthias giggled as he sat up for a moment giving Alfred an awesome view of the rippling muscles decorated with light hair and scars. The attention made the older nation blush as he cutely pouted.
"Aw…why so shy Tei-Tei?" asked the American as he moved his hands gingerly across the taut torso.
"Y-you're looking at my scars" he said softly as America touched the giant burn mark that started from the lowest part of his left oblique and span widely across his lumbar. It was a gift from Spain.
"Well I think these are the ones that make you special…" he tried to get up but there was a callous hand that was pressed softly against his chest "my awesome boyfriend is a born survivor!"
"You really think so?" Denmark looked down at his smiling lover feeling butterflies in his stomach as the words started to sink in.
"Yup" Alfred flailed his arms still trying to get up but to no avail, Matthias finally understood his boyfriend's wish and pulled him up to his ass while the American's hips were still wrapped with his legs. He gave him a big hug before tugging the young nation's shirt off in one go.
Finally their bare torsos met, each enjoying the texture of the other. Denmark caught Texas and placed it on his nose giving him a sly smirk before placing three fingers on America's plump lips.
"Anything for you…Tei-Tei" America groaned at first but eventually accepted the big fingers as his boyfriend went down to his equally awesome chest.
"I love this one" whispered Matthias as he nibbled on his boyfriend's pert nipple. America accidentally bit on his lover's fingers. The action made Denmark laugh but he went back to massaging the beautiful body before him. He let his expert tongue leave cold trails of saliva from the middle of his chest down the last bump on his abs. he started nipping on the skin of the last bump. America moaned again turning crazy with lust as very nip and flick turned him on to the point of insanity. He felt the absence of the strong muscle.
He felt one of his arms being raised exposing his golden arm pit to the air. Matthias sat carefully on his chest as he licked the vein on America's triceps before going down to nuzzle on the American pit.
"D-don't go there, it's…It's dirty. You might catch som-" his voice was cut by his own yelp escaping from his mouth. His eyes were clouded by lust as he felt lips giving attention to the skin underneath.
"I don't mind." was all the Dane said before diving back in. Since when was this a kink of Alfred? He wasn't sure but it was somewhere down the road with Matthias. The slurping tongue was too much for Alfred that he jumped up completely taking his boyfriend by surprise. He grabbed him by the wrist pinning him down the bed.
"I'm pretty sure, it's my turn to enjoy myself!" he rubbed his nose with the European nose under him. He kissed his love's lower jaw before moving down his Adam's apple he then made his way to his chest feeling the strong heart caged in it before leaving a sloppy trail of hickeys starting from there and stopping just above the waist band of the other's pajamas.
"I'd better make it slick before you pound my ass!" he winked as he pulled down the tented bottom. The large dick was throbbing in need of dire attention as the pre-cum leaked everywhere. "You're so cute when you're excited" smiled America before cupping his lover's perfect ass and shoving the lovely vital region up his mouth.
Immediately Denmark's eyes twitched. He felt the tongue swirling up and down…literally dancing up the pole. Couple that with serious sucking…you get flashes of stars and heaven in your eyes. Denmark started feeling woozy as the young nation's mouth did everything in perfect rhythm and with so much passion. His breaths started to become uneven as he felt his vital region about to explode. But suddenly with the loud plop the mouth was gone.
"I'm pretty sure it's lubed up well" the honey-blonde pointed out the large organ that was covered with thick saliva. Denmark smirked coming closer to America like a wolf stalking its prey. He removed Texas and placed his hands on America's pants, rubbing the clothed member and stroking it in a closed fist. America fell down as he shivered in need.
The bigger Dane tugged it off and stared at the hard as a rock dick that was before him. He gave it one small tug making Alfred yelp and a long lick. He kissed the tip. He loved seeing Alfred blush. America did blush but he also looked like he was about to get a stroke so he placed his mouth over the throbbing member and allowed his love to fuck his mouth with every convulsing thrust.
America writhed and convulsed as he gripped on the light blonde mane, his eyes were starting to fade into opaque white as he felt the lips press around his member. He felt the tongue caress the large vein as he bobbed up and down. Suddenly, he winced in a sudden intrusion. One finger slipped in his tight hole. But the pain was only for a second since his member was continuously being stabbed by currents of epileptic bliss.
It felt like hours but finally the three slick fingers made their way out of America. America huffed in hot breaths…he'd never had to wait this long to cum. But he wanted his boyfriend so bad right now that he didn't care that the preparation was too slow.
Denmark smiled softly as he pecked America's forehead wiping of the sweat from his brows and the tear of pure pleasure that ran down his cheek. America held on to his boyfriend's wrist since his cheeks wanted more contact with the slightly rough by soft palm of his partner. He fixed his lover's messy light blonde hair, so he could see those soulful eyes better.
"er du klar min kærlighed?" the clear blue eyes of the Dane melted America's heart. His smile was big and loving.
"Jeg er altid klar til dig, Tei-Tei!" America whispered as he lied on his back gripping on Denmark's taut shoulders.
They shared one last kiss before the older nation pushed himself in, groaning at the tightness, wetness, and heat of his lover's chamber. The chamber that only he would have access of, from now on.
America arched his back as pleasure immediately took over his brain. He felt his eyes sting in tears, it was pain but he loved every second of it, he never wanted this to end. He could feel the warm thumping of his heart. He felt hands pull him closer. He felt the strong beat of his lover's heart. He could feel the long passionate kiss that stopped the tears.
"Move" he said shakily. His love responded with a slow pace as he bit softly onto America's neck. America clawed the Dane's back as he felt him going faster and faster.
Their moans and curses filled the room as their hearts beat as one. Their lips stuck together as Matthias moved faster and faster. America screamed loudly as he felt that special bundle of nerves finally getting hit. The melodious cries pushed Denmark to speed up his thrusts. He was losing himself in a good way. He could feel his trouble melting away…because he had someone his heart belonged to. His love. His Alfred.
America gritted his teeth as he moaned every second. His strong legs wrapped around the Dane's hips. America's world was now fixed around the man before him. He gripped on his lover's broad back tighter as his eyes cringed shut.
"MATTHIAS!" he screamed as he spurted out the white fluids across their toned torsos. The sudden orgasm made his ass clench tighter around Denmark that it made him cum too.
"K- kærlighed!" he roared as he plugged his vital region as deep as he could letting his cum cover every nook and cranny of his lover's hole. He's dick was milked clean and dry.
He pulled out of his boyfriend making America gasp at the sudden emptiness. He slumped over him with heavy breaths. Then he hugged his American love tightly with his burly arms. There was silence in the room; both blondes were enjoying the afterglow. The feeling of sleek sweat, the feeling of success, but more importantly the feeling of somebody that loves you. They smiled at while their foreheads were pressed together.
"jeg elsker dig" Matthias whispered in Alfred's ear.
"Love ya too, you big lug!" America draped the warm blanket over them as they drifted to sleep, holding each other in a warm embrace.
"W-why did you stop me from changing the memory…I-it was too much!" Emil shouted as he struggled in his hog-tied position. His eyes just got defiled. The memories of his friend doing…his other friend was forever scorched into his eyes.
"I th'nk our guest h'd en'gh b'd m'm'ries fr'm th't mirror Am'r'ca!" said Sve as he fixed his glasses. He turned away hiding the uncomfortable feeling he had in his chest. He just saw his big 'brother' do a super power.
Denmark and sex always ended up as rape in his time under Danish rule. So seeing sex with him like that, all lovey-dovey, was a bit of a shocker. He was so convinced that loving side that was present when they were just Vikings was long gone…that all that remained was an exuberant shell with no heart to drive him with meaning. He always wanted to know why he changed all of the sudden after his half-year visit from Spain though. He hates to admit it but before he went to war against Spain, he was like the brother who made sure everybody felt safe and protected, even him. But now he had his answer…the itch at the back of his brain was gone. But a new itch told him to come visit Spain some times.
"I'm just h'ppy th't h's h'ppy w'th th' y'ng m'n. Aren't y', Emil?" he asked looking seriously at the immobilized Iceland.
"I-I guess you're right. Can you untie me now?" Iceland started to wiggle his body but then a powerful force pushed him back down to the bed. He felt a vice-like grip crush his whole body but then he heard snickering and felt hair rubbed against his cheeks.
"Oh Tei-Tei…stop…I'm getting fat already" the sleeping America squeezed the smaller teen with his arms and thighs.
"Tei-Tei…I love you…forever" said Alfred in a slur. But suddenly his sleeping head cocked up and started to fondle with Iceland's body. He pressed on his stomach and then he let his fingers trail up and down the frail-looking boy's arms. He inhaled the scent of the boy's hair and ran his fingers through it.
"Wait…you're not TEI-TEI!" he shouted before groggily opening his eyes. "Dude, What the Fuck!?" he jumped up as he saw the flustered Iceland who felt like a rape victim at the moment.
Sweden came from behind and patted Alfred's bare shoulders. "C'ngr'tul'tions y' past th' t'st!" he gave out a seriously scary face but America smiled to the surprise of Iceland.
"A-aren't you scared of the face his making?" the bounded Emil asked.
"Why would I be…he always smiles!" he patted the scary nation's back. 'He has a harder time than Russia when with comes to expression'…he should probably tell that to Russia when he sees him again…it'll make his ears flutter.
"Dude how long was I out…what was the test?"
"Oh nothing, you fought a giant hairy man-eating snake that had amnesia venom in him" answered Berwald in a totally convincing manner. Alfred wasn't buying it but he'll let it slide.
(Author's Note: It's too hard to always put apostrophes instead of vowels for Sve please forgive me!)
"Hey you're forgetting something!" shouted Emil…but the two were long gone.
"C'était tellement beau!" France's eyes twinkled. He twirled in his French maid outfit as he contemplated all the wonderful and deep emotions that spawned from that one night.
"It is so romantic, no, mon cher?" he skipped to and fro as he looked at the smaller English man who wore some frilly pink underwear. Yeah, they made up…this was completely normal.
"M-maybe" muttered Arthur as he fixed the frilly underwear. It was unexpectedly comfortable though.
"But of course…however, our make-up sex was hotter and more romantic!" he flashed his censored package under the short skirt.
"Y-yeah…whatever" England looked away…he was still uncomfortable with sex talk outside of their sex time, to think that they've been together for almost a century…a very turbulent century.
"…min kærlighed" whispered the entranced Dane.
"Aw…you see even in a trance he's thinking of our Little America!" Francis squealed feeling like a teen girl watching her favorite coupling.
"Wh-whatev-AHHHHH!" England shouted as Denmark fell on him, rubbing their cheeks together… "Alfred…Alfred…Alfred" was his small mantra as he was in pure bliss.
"Hey, he is my boyfriend…you uncivilized brute!" he kept thwacking the large Scandinavian only to be smacked by the stronger nation.
"I'm not uncivilized! Take that back…AL!" he whined as he started squeezing France in a tight hug. "I can't stay mad at you….min kærlighed!"
"When I count from three to one…you will fall into real sleep and you'll wake up refreshed in the morning…also you will have no recollection of anything that happened under hypnosis." ordered Arthur as he tried pulling his lover away, enjoying the threesome in his head.
(Author's Note: Oh France! XD)
"One…
…Two…
…Three."
Like a bulb that got turned off, Matthias fell over France effectively crushing the air out of him. He snored softly as the carpet tickled his nose.
"Help me, Mon Cher!" gasped France, out of breath.
"Oh…y-yeah!" he pulled his boyfriend out of the hug. He kissed his love by the cheeks earning him a loud laugh and a squeal.
"Mon cher…that was so cute!" Francis placed a hand on his cheek while he shook his head in pure titillation.
so at first Denmark says 'do you like it'...then he says then 'take off my shirt, if you don't mind'...then America says 'my turn'
then france says 'It's so beautiful'.
