This author claims no rights to the characters borrowed for this fan fiction.
OMEGA verse chapter finish.
Also, I have no idea if the terms of Endearment Russia says make sense. I tried. Honest. I got them from some site about 32 Russian endearments. (I forgot to post the link, but I want you to know that it came from there, so if I accidently insulted anyone's mother, I am very sorry!)
Whoo. Warning. SMUT ahead. Totally sorry. If it is not your thing, basically skip this whole chapter after the third page break.
I own nothing. Rated M.
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America had no idea what to do when faced with a smiling Russia. Well, smiling might have been more accurately described as happily grinning. The self-assured victory of an Alpha that had figured out her secret. Something she'd managed to keep for over three freaking centuries, but had now blown up in her face.
Because it was Tuesday, she decided firmly.
Or the fact that she had, at a very unfortunate time, gone into heat. Which had never occurred around an Alpha before. She'd always had her home land to rely upon and the people to help bare her burden. Here, at this moment, she was bereft of all of that. There was only Russia, everything in her vibrated toward the violet eyes, still darker than her neighbors, that bored into her with a look of undisguised lust and possessiveness.
There was also the fact that she was wearing Canada's jacket, something she only remembered because it was soon ripped away from her shoulders as a possessive growl worked its way out of Russia's throat.
She pretended that it did not make her nether regions respond like crazy. That would be idiotic. Russia and she did not even get along and now he was wanting to...
To...
Claim her, and it sounded so confident and lustful that her earlier trembling started anew. His eyes seemed to devour her, and America found that she enjoyed the feeling. As much as she was uncertain about it.
The door was locked, and she knew she could have easily ripped it open, but she hadn't. Now as his mouth latched onto certain parts of her, she knew why.
America wanted him. She knew she wanted Russia. This was...
She didn't know what it was, but she was nearly wanton in underneath his caress. She arched into his hands, silently pleading for more.
Clothing was quickly discarded under his steady hands, all the parts that separated him from her. Somehow, she he managed to get her leaning over the nearest desk. A raw growl of dominant Alpha echoed in the room. Russia nipped at her skin, and his breath was hot upon her neck as she heard the tell-tale sound of his zipper being undone.
There was a loud bang upon the locked door. It jolted America partly out of her lust-induced haze. She blinked blearily through Texas, at the door. Russia snarled, turning his head toward the noise.
"The room is occupied."
Their combined scent was nearly overwhelming in the confines of the room. America was desperate mess of sheet need.
His voice was thick, but his accent was even thicker, leaving no need to guess who had said the words. America could only still as the wood splintered in the next moment, a furious looking Canada was baring his teeth at Russia, looking ready to kill.
"CANADA!" America gasped out in horror and also extreme annoyance. He was interrupting her primal need to be mounted and claimed by the gorgeous Alpha behind her.
There effect was instantaneous as Canada leapt into action, ripping Russia away from a rather provocatively revealed America. The Omega felt as if a bucket of ice water had been doused over her head, as Canada started swinging.
Snarls and grunts of pain filled the air as Russia met Canada's challenge with more vigor than anyone had been expecting. The taller Alpha was playing to win, and his strength and tenacity were not lost upon Canada whom had come to America's defense.
He ducked under a particularly vicious blow, and glared at the trembling Omega.
"Get going!" Canada roared so loudly that America jolted. "Go! Now!"
America scrambled to get her discarded clothes and nodded. A whine of distress tore from her throat as She heard another dull thud of flesh on flesh. Russia seemed livid. The room was quickly drenched in the scent of fury, rage, and desperation. From who, America did not know, nor did she stick around to find out.
"Thank you Canada!" She called out, as she danced into her clothes, his jacket, and fled.
"Just go!" Echoed down the hallway, followed by one more shout from a Slavic nation.
"Do not leave!"
She stilled. Her feet seemed to lock into place, as she watched the pair fight over her. Her common sense told her to run, but on a primitive level she recognized Russia's command as more important. That was until Canada shouted at her one more time.
The Omega covered her ears, for her traitorous body wanted her to stay put. That would only lead to insanity. She was going home. It was too dangerous otherwise. The political balance of the world would shift, one way or the other, if she did not leave.
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She alerted her president to the trouble, who redirected her flight plan to land almost exactly where her house was. Only a few miles off. America wasted no time to collect her things, she'd go get them in a week.
There was no time to waste. Her scent did not bother her own people, it never would. However, to another nation, her pheromones were thick and intoxicating.
America raced in the door, her body felt as if it were melting. Heat pooled between her thighs and refused to stop. It was slick with need and denied sexual satisfaction. Her body pulsed, begging for an Alpha.
The Alpha that had made her feel this way. Who had gotten so close to claiming her and making the burning disappear.
Russia.
Only, now she was by herself, surrounded by her familiar things and in a home she'd known for decades. America bolted up the stairs and headed straight for the linen closet. She slammed open the door with more force than needed as she panted.
Her core throbbed, needy and aching, but she clenched her teeth and fought the desperate waves of urges that rolled through her. The Omega's hands shook as she reached for as many sheets as she could find. The pillows that were on the floor underneath the bottom shelf were pulled out next.
She could not see anything as she maneuvered through the hall with her arms laden with her nesting materials. America felt sweat gather at her temples, and between her shoulder blades. Her body had taken extreme exception to being denied what should have rightfully been hers. An Alpha that wanted to pound her into the table.
The memory caused a surge of heat to pool in her loins, and America whined in distress. Damn those Alphas. IF they had to go through this so much as once, they would not last a day. However, that was neither here nor there, she conceded as she moved toward the room adjacent to her bedroom.
She'd never been this delayed in making a nest, so it was not going to be as arranged as she would have preferred. There was also little time to slowly bleed out her need into her people. If America released it now, every Omega within her borders would go into full blown heat. There would be chaos. For a few days at least, if not longer.
Therefore, she would bear the brunt of it all by herself, and keep the people out of it this time.
The sheets were quickly strewn about, pillows moved into the places she liked them, as America began shedding her business attire. The blonde Omega pulled at the fabric until it tore. She let out a might curse as the room seemed far too hot for her to tolerate. With a few stumbling steps, she headed over to the thermometer, and changed the settings.
She gave a grateful mental thanks of a prayer, as the first stirrings of cold air began to blow through the vent.
America managed to get down to her undergarments, fanning her heated face and standing under the air conditioning to cool her body. It helped, but not enough. She gave a soft noise of irritation as her thighs trembled. All around her, she could smell Russia on her clothes. It was sweet torture.
She knew they did not get along all that well, and she hadn't cared a bit with his hands on her. His sinful mouth working its way along her-
No. She was only making it worse on herself. America paced the room, whimpering and trying not to focus on her predicament. She attempted to think of affairs of state instead.
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Russia was not an Alpha to be denied. He especially did not enjoy when someone snatched his intended mate out from under him. Nearly literally. It had caused quite the ruckus at the world meeting. The distraction had also allowed little Amerika to flee from him.
Which had further upset the Alpha. The fight had been over rather quickly after that, and he had left Canada breathing but bruised.
His dark violet eyes would have caused many other nations to cower. However, Canada was politically tied with America through treaties, as he was with Russia but there were extenuating circumstances, so Russia commended his follow through. That did not mean he had to like the disruption of his mating.
Or that Canada had attempted to stop him from following America. Such an idea seemed sound, but in reality it was an impossible feat. She had accepted him as her mate, though he had not been able to claim her.
America's government had placed a ban on allowing Alpha nations to enter her borders. An amusing idea, really. There were ways around that as well. A few greased wheels here and there... and now he was parked outside of her home. Russia refused to give up his mate. She was his, and he'd fight any male that even tried to come near her.
Therefore, for her safety really -because he was such caring mate-, he followed her back to her shores. He knew where she lived, and he would stop at nothing to get to her. His Omega was in need of him.
Russia could tell the moment he stepped out of his rental car. The aroma of her pheromones beckoned to him like a beacon. It pleaded with him to mount her. Which he intended to do this time.
If she opened the door, her fate was sealed as his wife. If she did not open the door. Well... windows could be broken, and she had already proved that she would willingly submit to him. The thought nearly caused him to purr in delight, and his violet eyes glowed at the memory.
With that at mind, he stalked to her front door, noting that she had recently added some new coverings to the windows.
They looked nice, he approved. Perhaps he would allow her to redecorate his home, when she came to live with him.
His shoulders straightened a bit, and he allowed his Alpha pheromones to spike as he caught the scent of her once more. Sweet and tantalizing.
He pressed the button for her door bell. The jingle rang through the house.
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America had settled for twisting in the sheets for a bit. Hoping that the sensation of it against her skin would alleviate some discomfort. The room was slightly chilly and Goosebumps had began to appear on her body. However, she still felt overheated and nearly dizzy with the urge to mate. She felt empty, aching, burning, and half-drenched in her own arousal.
The doorbell jerked her from her mental exercises to ignore the slow heat burning throughout her veins. The slickness between her thighs had not stopped in the slightest. Who could possibly be here? Her rattled brain scrambled for someone who might come.
Canada. It had to be Canada coming to check on her. She winced in near lust-pain as she stumbled to put on a robe from her closet. America bit her lip to keep from crying out. Canada might have something to help ease her ache.
Maybe.
America nearly tumble down the hallway, but managed to make it safely down the stairs. She thanked God for small favors.
Her hand trembled as she gripped the door knob and steeled herself against the newest wave of sheer animalistic desire that coursed through her. Biology could be merciless. She swung the door open, only to feel her breath catch in her throat.
The scent identified him in an instant. Male, familiar, and decidedly Alpha.
It was nearly an uncontrollable impulse to open the door. It was done before she registered battling over the decision.
She clung to the frame, barely able to do more than blink at the hulking image that Russia presented. Harsh around the edges, and undeniably aroused. Dominant in every inch of his physique. Her Omega nature recognized him instantly.
"H-Hey." She said, attempting to think of something to say.
"Amerika," he all but purred at her.
She gave a keening noise then, unable to stop her body from trembling anew.
"How are you?" The Omega asked, trying not to pant in front of him. Maybe she could play this off. Say she wasn't in heat and it was all a misunderstanding. Her nose decided to play turncoat, as she hoped to inhale more of his scent. It calmed her slightly.
They were both aware of what she was doing.
"I am well," he replied with a grin as his eyes seemed to devour her nearly indecent state, "I would think it fair to state that I am better off than you."
America responded with some sort of non-committal noise as her fingers bit deeply into the wood as she tried to soothe down the raging hormones that were running away with her body.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" He asked, in such a way that sent molten heat straight to her core. She could feel herself throb nearly painfully.
"Don't know. I...I..." She started, knowing the consequences of what admitting him would be. "I-"
"I never did get the chance to mount you," Russia said, nearly conversationally, but there was a sharpness in his gaze that labeled him predatory. "And, I do not intend to allow that mistake to go uncorrected."
America swallowed, her eyes widening as she began to visibly shake.
"Ru-Russia," she demurred with less composure. "This isn't a good idea, you should go-"
"Amerika," he replied sternly. "You are still in heat and I am your Alpha."
The words he said caused her stomach to flip nervously. Part of her yearned for such a thing, the other part of her knew that there would be some massive ramifications. She looked away, one foot slid backward, almost as if to permit him entrance.
It was crazy! It was unheard of! However, he was her Alpha. No he wasn't. They hated each other.
Yet... yet... she wanted him.
Russia had not missed the movement. He grinned wolfishly.
Her head and gaze lowered and she gave a soft groan.
"I... I know and-" She paused midsentence, her eyes going wide. Her gaze met his, only for a fraction of an instant as her words echoed between them.
Russia looked as if he were savoring the finest of victories.
"There is no 'and'." He said commandingly, his eyes were brighter than she'd ever seen them. "There is only you... being taken by me. My little Omega."
America trembled as his tall and imposing body was against hers in an instant. She clung to him as if he were the only port during the most vicious of storms. The Omega could not let him go. She needed him.
His lips claimed hers in a searing kiss that left no room to doubt what was about to happen between them. America's arms twined around his neck, trying to pull him even closer with a moan of approval.
Russia yanked her body flush with his, nearly crushing her to him in a possessive display of his approval. He tore his mouth away, leaving America glassy-eyed and rubbing against him in her burning need to relieve the sexual frustration she was feeling.
He'd fix that very, very soon.
Russia kicked the door closed as he pushed them further into the house. His hands were in constant contact with her skin, and he did not bother to untangle her from him. He ripped the robe off of her, allowing her body to be seen, and it was a glorious sight. He growled in arousal. As he ran his hands down her waist, in a possessive yet tender caress.
America panted, her eyes were nearly as smoldering as Russia's own.
He was very much going to enjoy this.
"Where is it?" He demanded, not wasting any time.
"What?"
"Your nest, I know it must be here somewhere." Violet eyes scanned the visible rooms, yet found nothing.
She glanced back over her shoulder, her body refusing to release the Alpha that had come for her.
"Up there, through my bedroom." She whispered, nearly shyly, as she glanced back at him. Twin spots of color blossomed on her cheeks.
Russia needed no further directions, as he scooped her up into his arms, and took the stairs nearly two at a time. America nuzzled his neck, and placed soft kisses on the spots she nuzzled.
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He stepped into her nest, as if he owned it. Something that actually Made America's raging hormones, rage harder. She nearly attacked his mouth in an effort to have him hurry up a bit.
It was not long before she was positioned, naked and wanton, for her Alpha.
She could not even remember being lowered to the sheets. Her head was slightly fuzzy as his scent seemed to make the heat worse, but so infinitely better at the same time.
Her legs trembled slightly as he spread them further, his hands were warm and slightly rough on her skin, but America enjoyed every moment of it. The way he caressed her already slickened clit, was measured and purposeful all at once. She knew that he wanted her to enjoy their mating, and that thought calmed her considerably.
"Amerika," he said lowly, clearly not able to hold back much longer. "You know who you submit to?"
She didn't look back at him, but she nodded slowly as she panted.
He said nothing more, as he positioned himself at her entrance. She was ready, nearly beyond ready, as he sheathed himself inside her for the first time.
America, known for being a bit louder than others, let out a plaintive wail of approval. The dull aching and emptiness was replaced with the hot length of very real Alpha inside of her. Russia let out a groan of his own at the way her tight warmth contracted around him.
She wiggled around him, already wanting more sensation to ease the arousal induced throbbing in her loins.
He pulled back, thrusting into her as she cried out in pleasure. Wanting to feel and reach for a completion she did not know. Yet, under his hands, she knew she would.
"More," America begged, uncaring about pride at the moment.
"Needy bitch," he growled lowly, meaning the words as provocative.
In her heightened state of vulnerability, however, America heard them as an actual insult. Her heart seemed to shutter in her chest. Her hands fisted into the sheets, and she stilled. Her body still wanted him desperately, the heat of him thrusting inside her was nearly all consuming. Physically.
Emotionally, she pulled away. Shame coursed through her chest. She attempted not to think about anything at all, just retreat into some quite place in her head. Not wanting to feel any more used than she was certain she would feel when Russia had had his fun with her body. The same body that had been pushing back against him just moments ago.
"You like it, da?" He groaned in her ear, his hot breath caressed the shell and caused her to shiver pleasantly.
America said nothing. She pressed her head into the sheets, trying to brace herself against how mechanical it all felt at the moment.
The Alpha noticed her lower her head. Something was off.
It was then that Russia realized the Omega beneath him had stopped all of her pleasurable noises. The ones he deeply enjoyed. His violet eyes opened and he blinked down at her. America's face was buried in the sheets, as if she were ashamed. Curling away from the Alpha and toward something that would allow her to pretend this wasn't happening.
Her blue eyes were tightly shut and she did not look nearly as endearingly wanton as she had before. That was not the reaction he had hoped for. He had wanted her a simpering mess, begging for him to take her.
This would not do.
If she was not responding to that approach, perhaps, she preferred a more tender lover in her Alpha? Because he was her Alpha. The thought gave him a feeling of power, but also compelled him to want to protect her. Her nearly unmoving form was bothersome. She was a willing participant in this, and yet she acted as if it were something to merely be tolerated until the deed was done.
Unacceptable.
The Alpha paused in his thrusting, wanting to bring about the mewls of delight America had given to him before. Her keening wails of pleasure as she was brought to a plateau of pleasure by his manhood. That image was much more erotic and satisfying to him. He nuzzled her neck, and nipped at her shoulder, a bit of pleasure-pain to get her attention.
She turned her head slightly, and he could see that her eyes were tightly closed. It irked something within him. She should be looking at him. He wanted her to watch him, wanted her to know exactly who her Alpha was. Who she had submitted to.
"Я мечтал об этом не всю свою жизнь" Russia said with a raw note of sensuality to his words.
America's eyes flew open and her lower lip trembled. Her blue gaze moved to his, and he could feel her silken muscles clamp tightly around him in surprise. He watched with barely restrained lust as her cheeks pinked with a slight blush. She still understood what she had learned from him so very long ago.
He grinned at that, though it was affectionate but at the same time feral.
"Ты такая восхитительная"
His words caused her to begin to pant again, her hips pushed back against where they were joined, and a gentle mewl of yearning answered his words. Her renewed participation caused his erection to twitch in excitement.
Ah. So America was a romantic at heart? She did not enjoy the 'dirty' talk. Or at least, not upon Russia's first mating with her. There would always be next time. Because, there would be a next time. She'd let him into her home and her nest. She'd let him mount her, begged for it even.
The memory of the last few minutes filled him with a sense of pride and deep seeded longing. It was true, what she had said. They had not always gotten along. Far from it. Now, however, Russia knew that America would no longer be challenging him as she had done in the past, or at least, not in the same way.
If she wanted to solve their disputes with him bending her over the table at the world meetings, which he had been intending to do -prior to Canada's disruption-, Russia would certainly not object.
America was beginning to fist her hands in the sheets. The ones that were doused in the heady pheromones of their sexual congress. He slid his hands over the mounds of her breasts, an arousing caress upon her already heated flesh.
"R-Russia," she panted softly, her mouth moved to catch her lower lip between her teeth. She was moving against him now without inhibitions.
Gentle words of praise were the way to America's heart. He understood that he had erred with her before. Now he wanted to cement their union by giving her the most pleasure possible. It would also make it so that her skin burned with the memory of his touch and his claim upon her would be emotionally that much stronger.
He moved his hips and gently began sliding out of her, only to push back inside with equal slowness.
"Любимая моя"
America gasped, moving upon his erection with even more erratic motions. As if she could not get enough of him and the sensations he created within her. That too caused Russia no small amount of satisfaction.
"Помни, я всегда рядом" He purred, as he leaned down to kiss a patch of her exposed shoulder, his tongue laved over the nip he had given previously, to soothe it down. She moaned then, bracing her forearms on the floor and pushing back against him with all her might.
The motion rocked the nest.
"Ты всегда в моих мыслях" He groaned gutturally, and it was rather true. She was forever on his mind as a threat, irritation, and so forth. Now, however, things between them were a world of difference. He would watch over her carefully. For even as an Omega, she'd fought wars upon wars. That made her worthy of his respect, as well as a firm hand. He would protect what was his, and America was now his.
His female. His mate.
He would be as a stone wall, for America to hide behind if she had need of him. Russia felt the furling of tender emotions curl around his heart. She would be with him forever. He'd fight anyone that dared come near what was his.
"Please," America whimpered, asking for something that only Russia could give her.
Completion.
Her fingers tore at the sheets as she arched her back, her head came up and she let out a moan of intense pleasure. It delighted Russia to no end, to see her uninhibited with him plundering her depths with the greed known to nations.
He didn't want the sensation of being connected with her to end. America, had she been able to read his mind, would have voiced the same opinion.
"Мой милый ангел" Russia said softly, pulling out of her. America gave a deep whine of surprise and distress.
"Russia!" She called out, slightly vexed, for he made the burning feel better and the way he touched her had her mind in a haze of passion. She gave a squeak as he all but flipped her over. Settling between her legs again.
He thrust in quickly, his entrance eased by her slickened folds.
"Yes," she moaned with appreciation. Feeling wild and attractive. He made her feel... different. Unique in some way. Wanted.
Even as he claimed every inch of her for his own.
"Всё чего я хочу чтобы ты стала моей женой"
Her sky-blue gaze went wide, and it was glazed with pleasure as she registered his words. America tossed her head from side to side, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations of his thrusting inside her nether regions.
Heat. Sensation. Pleasure. Tenderness. It was all too much.
Too wonderful.
She was on the edge of ecstasy, and America wanted it to continue as much as she wanted to reach the pinnacle experience.
"My Omega," he told her, before kissing her deeply.
America's eyes slid closed as she opened her mouth willingly to his invasion. The sheets were a mess, and the scent of their sex was heavy in the air. All of it made her feel dizzy. She clutched at him, gently, as if afraid he was merely a figment of her imagination.
"Alpha," she gasped when he pulled away.
The words ignited something in Russia, and his thrusting went from gentle to fevered. America held on tight as he sunk into her again and again. She wailed, screamed, and demanded more in the way she tried to move with him.
"Скажи, что любишь меня!" He demanded, his gruff voice seemed to echo throughout her core as the waves of pleasure crashed down around her, muddling her mind.
"Yes!" America gasped, as she reached her pinnacle. "Yes, I love you."
He purred at her then, a sound that conveyed just how pleased he was by her words. He placed a kiss on her shoulder as he followed her into the incredible throes of orgasmic bliss. His eyes watched her face as he swelled within her.
Russia curled the exhausted Omega to his side, nuzzling her occasionally to make certain she was alright. His violet eyes gleamed nearly sinfully as he gazed around the disrupted remnants of her nest. The red, white, and blue sheets were somehow all perfect with their accompanying pillows. It was impossible to tell that it was specifically to America, because after all, they were Russia's colors as well.
He stroked his exhausted Omega's hair with affection. She would be an excellent mate, and he was well pleased with her.
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When Canada found them, over a week later, when Alphas were cleared to come back into the country, he politely invited Russia outside, before proceeding to get into a no-hold-barred battle of fisticuffs.
America, on the other hand, was left to inform the rest of the world over how she'd just become Russia's little wife. Her mated status made all of the political confidential papers. Russia made certain to keep a protective arm about her shoulders as they sat around the meetings.
Russia did, however, make it a point to speak with Sweden about how one handled a 'wife'. It had been very informative.
Word had spread, that America was not an Alpha.
Most were clearly in disbelief, until they saw a blushing America while Russia whispered something in her ear. Whatever it was, it made both of them nearly reek of arousal.
England did, in fact, have an fit-as Russia predicted- when she broke the news to him over the phone. As a result, calls from anywhere within the U.S. or affiliated territories were banned for 3 months.
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Translations:
Ты такая восхитительная- You are so heavenly.
Любимая моя- My sweetheart.
Помни, я всегда рядом- Remember, I am always next to you.
Я мечтал об этом не всю свою жизнь- I have dreamt about this day all of my life.
Ты всегда в моих мыслях- You are always in my mind.
Мой милый ангел-You are my little angel.
Скажи, что любишь меня!- Say that you love me!
Всё чего я хочу чтобы ты стала моей женой- All I want, is for you to be my wife.