Going into America's room, Ivan saw him sleeping, even though it was only six o'clock. He smiled, shaking him awake. "It is time for dinner, comrade."
Groaning, America sat up and rubbed his eyes before putting Texas back on. "Dinner already?" Well that was a longer nap then he had hoped for. It felt good to sleep though; between the nausea and eating binges. Though he was still getting up every hour to twenty minutes to go piss.
"Yes, if you would wish for me to carry you, that is fine, because we are eating upstairs." Soon, his lungs would be so small that he would be short of breath from the simple act of walking.
"You can wait to be chivalrous when I become the size of a beached whale." Alfred grumbled as he slipped off his bed and stumbled. "Damn head rush."
Shrugging, Ivan left the room, making sure America was following him. "It is just on the second floor." He said, pointing up the stairs.
Following the Russian, America was actually surprised with himself. Why hadn't he ever gone up there? It wasn't like he couldn't... Yet. Maybe it was the constant threat of maybe being tortured or raped that he didn't want to provoke Ivan. Oh well, it wasn't like there was much to do anyways. Maybe now that he knew he wouldn't get killed he'd go exploring. "Why are we eating up here anyways?"
"Because the sunset is beautiful." He had set up a room with a large window facing west, so they could see all the colours. Of course it wouldn't be as nice as the Northern lights, but that couldn't be helped.
Alfred shrugged. "So you are letting me go upstairs just to see the sunset. Freak." Though he had to admit it would be nicer than being downstairs all the time. Speaking of which, Russia still hadn't gotten him any video games. By this point, Pong would even be welcome. After all, almost two months had gone by. He was amazed his brain didn't leak out of his ears yet.
"Not just to see the sunset. To eat dinner." He lead him to the room, opening the door so Alfred could see the large window, the candles, the table in front of the window that held a nice dinner, with champagne glasses filled with milk.
Looking at everything with wide eyes, America snorted when he saw the glasses. "Something is seriously wrong with you. Has anyone told you that?" Still, he was fairly impressed with the amount of food present. After all, his stomach was like a bottomless pit; even more so now he was eating for four.
"Well, I thought that you are pregnant with my children, yet we have not had a date." And that just wouldn't be right, because what sort of parents would they be if they had not been on even one date?
Raising an eyebrow, Alfred just sat down in one of the seats. "Whatever floats your boat I guess. As long as you aren't going to go around talking about how you impregnated me, I'm all good." He didn't want to admit it, but he was fairly touched by the gesture. Considering he was stuck here, the bastard better do something nice for him.
Sitting in the opposite chair, Russia smiled. "Do you wish to have the first bite? May I suggest the roast?" He would wait for his date to eat first, as was polite.
Nodding, America dug into the meal with fervour. Damn, why did it have to be so good, and so obviously healthy? "I hate you..." Alfred mumbled under his breath as he continued to eat, ignoring Ivan's smug grin. "Why can you cook so well?"
"I am glad you like it." Ivan smiled, starting on his own meal and sipping the milk. It had to be romantic, but he still couldn't give America alcohol, obviously. That would be horrible for the babies.
"It's food, how could I not like it? Being this hungry, I'd probably drool over Iggy's charcoal." It hurt to think about all the nations he hadn't seen in the last seven weeks, but he knew that it would be way too awkward to see them like this, not to mention in a few more weeks.
Pausing for a second, he then continued to stuff his face. "I've been thinking... If you're a nation and the girl wasn't, what are the kids going to be? Are they going to take parts of your land and become one or what?"
"I am not sure what will happen. They may be completely human, or they may find some land to take." Russia smiled, his head resting on his hand. "You are already thinking of them? What do you think they will look like? I made sure the girl looked like you so they would have traits of both of us."
America looked over to Ivan with a blank look before continuing to eat at a slower pace. "I don't know. Hopefully they don't look like you so I can actually care about them without being freaked out. Plus it doesn't matter if they aren't actually my kids."
"But they are your children. It is not the woman that is pregnant, is it?" Because she was dead. Also, Ivan would be disgusted if he was having a female's babies. It would just be horrible.
"But they still aren't really mine. It's not my eggs or my sperm, so I'm just a vessel really." Maybe his tone was giving away too much, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat off put by it. Really, he was just a vessel for Ivan's kids. Nevertheless, he took his eyes from the other's violet gaze and went back to his food.
Eating some more of his food, Russia considered the situation. Alfred seemed disappointed by it. "Well, she was American. So, really, it was technically your eggs, or why else would the uterus have adapted so well to your body?"
"She's not me. I don't want to have kids but I'm gonna." Now that he had finished what was on his plate, he all but chugged the milk. "How about we drop this. I'm still hungry"
Nodding, Ivan stood to get the plates he had gotten ready for the dessert. It was chocolate lava cake, because after all this time America deserved a treat. "I hope you like it." And he hoped that Alfred was truly over his morning sickness.
"Fuck." he said quietly. Finally, something bad for him! "Are you sure you aren't going to pull it out of my hand when I try to eat it?" Russia merely smiled as Alfred shrugged and devoured the cake. "God dammit it's so good..."
"You are welcome. I am glad you like it." Well, not really, but it would make things easier for later tonight.
"With your giving mood, does that mean I can finally eat some hamburgers and get a few video games?" Maybe he could finally talk to Arty or someone. Even if it was just to tell him not to worry about him until Ivan could let him go.
Giving a laugh, Ivan ate more of his own cake. "No. You wouldn't want to be unhealthy when you are pregnant." He just wanted to get this dinner over with. They had now had their date, and everyone knows what happens after that.
"What about all those pregnant women making their husbands get them deep fried twinkies in the middle of the night?" America asked, his stomach making him want to jump across the table to eat the cake Russia was massacring much to slow for his tastes. "How about you let me talk to someone then? I won't tell them where I am or that I'm preganant..."
The cake was much too sweet for Russia's taste, so he pushed it across the table, avoiding the candle. "I do not believe you. You still wish to escape." And he had anticipated that. It wouldn't ruin his plans.
"I'm pregnant. I don't want anyone else knowing about this even if you are a freak." Trying not to think about how Ivan's germs were all over it, he devoured the rest of his cake. Still, he was hungry.
"And you would say nothing about how I am holding you against your will?" Even if the conversation about how America was pregnant would be awkward, Ivan didn't think he would give up the chance to escape.
Glaring at him for a second, he just leaned back in his chair and tried to ignore the candle and the last wisps of the sunset outside and generally all the rest of the mushy stuff. "You know, I don't care. As soon as I have these kids, I'm getting out of here. Whether it be with them or not, I'm not staying."
Standing up, Russia went to pull Alfred's chair out. "After they are born you may leave. But remember, if you leave, I will never let you see them again." What life would they have with America going in and out of their lives?
"That's fucking cruel, even for you." Alfred growled, standing up glaring at Russia's cool gaze. "I'll take them with me and tell everyone how fucked up you are. How about that?"
Smiling, Ivan shook his head. "You really think you could get out of my country with my children? Let us go back to your room." He would have to make a stop to get some rope, just in case.
Still feeling his emotions turmoil around him, Alfred placed a hand on his ballooning belly unconsciously as he walked back down the stairs. America had no idea what he was planning, but he figured that he normally didn't know what the freak was thinking anyways. Though, he was right about getting out of his country. It may be big, but that wouldn't stop Russia from putting a bounty on his head for the safety of his children.
"Go to your room." Russia said once they got down the stairs. "I will be there in a minute for anything you need." That wasn't what he would really be there for, but it would be easier if he was unsuspecting. He should also get lube, as well as the ropes.
"Whatever." He said, going straight to his bed to lie down. America was glad he wasn't feeling as sick anymore, but he was still really hungry and his emotions still felt outta whack.
Grabbing the things, Ivan stuffed them into a large pocket so as to not alarm America. He then went to his room, smiling as he saw Alfred lying on his side. "I want to do something."
"No surprise there." Alfred mumbled, staying on his side. He was petting his stomach lightly, trying to ignore the threat Ivan gave him. Whatever he did, he was getting out of this house with his kids. They didn't deserve to be his children, never mind have to spend their whole lives somewhere like this. Weren't there creepers that would do that to their own children and turn them feral? Well, at the least they couldn't talk... Damn, was that what Russia was planning to do? If making him pregnant wasn't enough, he wanted to torture the kids as well?
"Will you comply or will I have to force you?" Both things he had planned for, with the lubricant and rope.
Turning around, America narrowed his eyes. "What the hell do you mean?" He asked, feeling somewhat nervous. It was Russia, he didn't want to give anything away before he knew exactly what he was agreeing or disagreeing with.
"I simply want to know if I will be needing this." Ivan said, holding up the rope. He closed and locked the door, standing in front of it so America couldn't run out.
Seeing the rope made little alarms go off in Alfred's mind. "What are you going to do to me? You already have me pregnant and stuck in your house, what more do you want fucker?"
"I have long ago expressed that I wish for my children to have as normal lives as possible. How can they do that if their parents have never made love?" Even if Alfred wouldn't be there.
"Wait.. Are you saying you want to rape me?" America said, his voice going slightly hysterical. "What about letting their... Mother..." There, he finally said it, "actually see more than a few rooms in an isolated house? That would be more normal than you raping me!" There was no way in hell he would have sex with him unless his life or the lives of the children inside him were in danger. Already he was on the far edge of his bed, ready to get up at a moment's notice.
"It will not be rape. I wouldn't rape you."
"Maybe you don't want it to be rape, but I still don't want to have sex with you." Alfred mumbled, a bit more at ease that Russia actually seemed to mean what he said. "How will this help the kids? It's not like they want to hear about mommy and daddy rolling in the hay."
"Raising children is hard. You have to work together with your partner, and to do that well you have to be connected on the deepest level." Well, that is what a parenting book said, word for word.
Staring Ivan down, he grumbled. "How about we just have a weird bromance then? We don't need to screw to be connected. Or what about just dating? That at least I could deny to the right people."
Moving closer, Russia took the rope. He really had hoped he wouldn't have to use it, but if he had to he would. "You and I both know that just wouldn't be enough. The date was nice, but hardly enough to create the type of bond we will be needing."
America backed away slightly at the sight of the rope again. "Not saying I want to do this, but if you tie me up that will definitely be rape. Just saying." Well, if the worse he would have to do was let Ivan have his way with him once... Damn! What was he thinking?
Nodding, Russia agreed. Of course it would be more like rape, but he might have to use it. "If you comply, I will not use it." Rope on his wrists and ankles wouldn't hurt the babies anyways.
"Why am I supposed to go along with this? I don't care about you and I have no other reason to do this. It's not like we're forming a treaty or anything."
"It is sort of like a treaty. We are agreeing to be the best parents possible." Well, at least it made sense in Russia's mind, and that was really all that mattered right now. He went closer still, glad to see that Alfred was now trapped in a corner.
America turned his head to see that he was trapped between a rock and a hard place. Quite literally in a couple minutes if Russia got what he wanted. "If you're that horny you have hands."
Reaching into his pocket, Ivan grabbed the lube. "That will not bring us closer, even if I do it thinking of your pregnant body." He had been putting cream on it every day to avoid stretchmarks, even though he will get so big it would be a miracle if he didn't have any.
Unnerved by the closeness of Ivan's body to his own, America glared. "I don't want to do this for you. If I have to do this then I will do it for the kids and for my own fucking pleasure."
Shrugging, Russia put his hand lightly on Alfred's thigh. "Do it for whatever reasons you wish." He said simply. Even if he didn't admit it, this would really make it easier to raise the children, when there were three.
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me if you want this to happen." Because screw him if he didn't feel like throwing up. He had had sex with people he didn't really care for before and he was just going to have to do that this time as well.
Choosing to comply, Ivan leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to America's lips. His eyes closed, mouth opening so they were now sharing the same air. Happy, Russia went forward more, his hand moving up Alfred's thigh to his shirt, resting on his belly.
A growl formed deep in Alfred's chest, he pressed against the light pressure on his lips in order to get it over quicker. It was unnerving to know that Russia was just as warm if not warmer than he had ever expected. Not to mention wetter. His own hand went over Ivan's and the other went in his sandy hair.
Pulling back slightly from the kiss, Ivan kept his hand on his stomach. "How do you want this? You can't lie on your back, remember." It would be interesting for America to ride him, if they did it like that.
"I don't fucking care. I want this over with as soon as possible. And you better have a condom or at least pull out." turning his head to the side so he wouldn't have to look into Russia's too close eyes, America shivered as his breath played on his neck.
Well, there was debate whether semen was bad for a pregnant woman. Some said it induced premature births, so he had brought a condom just in case. "Lay on your side, it will be easiest."
"I can't very well do that when you fucking have me pressed against the wall." America mumbled, his resolve slowly slipping. He hadn't had sex for a while, even if it was coming from this creep. Hopefully he'd be good enough that he could forget it was Ivan.
Shifting back, Ivan allowed America room to lie down. "Undress, please." Maybe he would get a show out of it. Or maybe Alfred could prepare himself! That would be simply lovely.
Still keeping himself from making eye contact with the pervert, America quickly pulled his shirt off before throwing it to the side with anger. He had a nice body so he wasn't embarrassed. Yet. Next was his pants as he kicked them to the side as well. "This isn't fair." Alfred said, his tone acidic.
"But you seem to be accepting easily." Russia smiled, once again going forward. "I will be gentle." After all, this was the person pregnant with his babies.
"Fuck you. I meant it wasn't fair that you still have your clothes on..." Now that Russia took it the wrong way, it made the way he meant sound much more... Whoreish. " And you better be gentle or I'll tell everyone you're a rapist." Not that he probably wasn't already.
Interested at his actual meaning, Russia started taking off his own clothes. If he was being asked to, how could he say no? "Eager, are we?" It was nice seeing Alfred's belly sticking out slightly, his half-hard cock sticking out from the obvious baby bump.
"Once again: Fuck you. If I have to piss or throw up, I won't hesitate to do it on you if you won't let me go." Sure it wasn't much of a threat, but it helped keep his mind off how Ivan was grazing his body with his eyes.
Ivan gave a small laugh at his foolishness but let it go. "Turn around and lie down." It might be awkward for thrusting, but Russia was fine with hard shallow thrusts.
Twisting on the sheets as Ivan asked, Alfred propped himself up on his forearm and glared back at Russia. "If the kids get fucked from this, I'm blaming it all on you." After all, he still didn't want to do this except for the fact that he was finally going to be having sex. Still, it would have been nice to top Ivan after having him do this to him.
Opening the bottle of lubricant, Russia put some on his fingers. He was rather large, so he didn't want to hurt him. "Do not worry, sex does not hurt them, especially done anally." Which was obviously the only way they could do it.
Turning his face away so he wouldn't have to see Russia, Alfred shifted on his side to get more comfortable. He had never done it like this before, but he could already tell it wasn't going to be as awesome as other positions; and not only because it was Ivan who was screwing him. "Question: if I'm the pregnant one, wouldn't it be better for me to fuck you while I still have the chance?" Plus then maybe Russia would be knocked down a few pegs.
"You are the one pregnant, and are therefore the woman." Russia placed his hand on the curve of Alfreds ass, one slick finger circling the entrance. It was so beautiful, such a nice colour.
"So if I ripped out some woman's parts and shoved them in you to make you pregnant then I would be able to fuck you?" America shuddered, trying to ignore the way the hand rested gently on his butt. The slick finger continued to tease his entrance, making him ache for it to go in.
Going closer, Ivan lightly kissed Americas back. "You do not have the medical training." Finally, he let the tip of his finger to enter, tight muscles contracting around it. "Do you like that?"
"Shut the fuck up and get this over with." Alfred hissed through clenched teeth. He really didn't want to tell Russia how he wasn't used to bottoming and that it made him more sensitive down there since he would take advantage of that fact.
Sinking his finger in all the way, Ivan crooked it, going for his prostate. He was that much closer to the babies. If he did an ultrasound up here, it would be much more clear.
Grunting quietly when his prostate was brushed, Alfred hid his face in his arm. This was so not awesome or heroic. What happened to him? Sure he didn't want to kill the kids now that he knew he had them, but still. He could have at least tried to get out.
Noticing the reaction, Ivan prodded that spot again. Slowly he added another finger, wanting to take this slowly so as not to hurt him. "You are beautiful." He whispered, putting his head down so he could kiss Americas stomach.
"I'm not a virgin and I'm not in love with you, so stop acting like it." America snapped, glaring back at Ivan who was still peppering his hard stomach with kisses. The fingers were quite thick and he swallowed harshly when he saw just how much Russia was packing. Damn, he was big. How the hell was it supposed to fit?
"But I love you." He would have to, for the children. After all, how would they turn out if their parents didn't love each other? They might not know what love was at all, considering how isolated they would be.
A moan slipped past Alfred's lips as he was about to snap back at Russia when his sweet spot was stabbed. "That wasn't fair." He groaned, fisting the sheets.
"What was not fair? After the last confusion over that, you will have to specify." He pulled his fingers apart, making the hole bigger. Perhaps they had some form of lubricant that relaxed the muscles for this.
"You know what I'm talking about, commie." America growled, desperately keeping himself from moaning again. It felt so fucking good even though he didn't like the guy who was doing it. All he was glad for was that they weren't doing it missionary style so they would have to look at each other.
Still kissing the growing belly, Russia rubbed it with his free hand. "Do you think you're ready for another finger?" He wanted to make sure, because he was quite large and would need a big hole.
Not wanting to look at Ivan, the American grumbled. "Just fucking get this over with. Make me cum and leave me alone." The tender way Ivan was taking care of him was starting to freak him out. America always thought that he would be more of a rough lover; not that he thought of him as a lover by any means.
Taking that as a yes, Ivan slipped in his third finger. He may even need more than that to make him completely ready, but he didn't want to take his hand off of the hard stomach yet. "Tell me if it hurts too much."
"Take your fucking hand off my stomach and maybe I'll be able to tell." America snapped, getting more strung up with each passing second. It was hard to keep his eyes on Ivan's face alone, still nervous for his length. It was like a fucking club and he wanted to shove it up his ass? Fuck him for being the largest country.
Wriggling his fingers, Ivan went again for his prostate. "What does my hand on your stomach have to do with you feeling pain?" It really made no sense, so he kept his hand there.
America bit his hand before the new moan pushed through his chest. "Never mind. Just fuck me already." He said quickly, not liking how gentle Russia was still.
"But I am very large. I do not want your butt tearing." Slowly he thrust his fingers in and out, trying to get them as far inside as he could. It would make it bigger, and be easier for when he entered.
"Just hurry up! Fuck I'm ready!" He grit his teeth when his prostate was hit once again.
Giving a small sigh, Ivan slipped his fingers out. America might not be able to sit for a while, but he seemed to really want it. Russia put a condom on his length, now fully hard.
Watching out of the corner of his eye as Ivan spread lube over his giant cock, America couldn't stop the small tremor through his body. "Fuck Russia, why'd you have to be so big?" Good thing he didn't have a pussy or Russia would have tried to impregnate him that way.
"I am the biggest country, it makes sense that I would have the biggest cock." He moved closer, touching his head to Americas entrance. Grabbing his hip, he moved forward slowly, the feeling of tight muscles surrounding the head of his great shaft.
Biting the meat on his forearm this time, Alfred's body shook as the giant head pressed against his loosened entrance. Damn this was going to hurt, whether it was because of his own bite marks or because of Russia's damn manhood.
"You feel so good." Ivan said, pushing forward, getting his full length inside. He was so warm, so tight. Not too tight though, which was good because he didn't think it would rip. His hand went again to America's belly.
Alfred hissed in return, forgetting for a second to breath in after breathing out. It felt so damn full... No one had made him feel this way. Ever. Maybe Matt, but even he wasn't that thick. "If you don't fucking move..." He warned, fisting the sheets with his hand that wasn't holding him on his side.
Pulling out to the head, Ivan tried angling to hit Americas prostate as much as possible. He kissed the pale neck before him as he thrust in again. The position wasn't ideal, but it somehow made it feel more intimate.
"Fuck." He groaned, turning his head away again. His own breathing was starting to increase from their slow pace. "Why are you going so slow?"
"So you are not hurt. Also this position makes it difficult." He wouldn't take his hand off America's stomach, or else he could hold his leg up to make the thrusting faster. Instead he just kept the steady pace.
Giving up trying to negotiate with the larger nation, Alfred just brought down his hand to his hard cock and started to jerk it off quickly. Damn the world if he wasn't going to cum after letting Ivan do all this to him. "Whatever."
Moving his hand, Russia dipped a finger into Alfred's belly-button. "I wonder how long until this pops out." It would probably be fairly soon, considering how big he was already. It would be so lovely when he was bigger, even if he was beautiful already.
Arching into the touch, America fought to not giggle. Damn him for having a sensitive stomach. "Hopefully never, but I really don't know. You're the one that seemingly planned all this." He managed to say between light, airy moans.
Rolling his hips forward, Ivan went even deeper. "No, God planned this." After all, he made the steps for pregnancy, Russia just read about them. How much longer until he could feel the babies move? It would be so exciting, feeling the life inside Alfred.
With more of Russia's length inside him Alfred couldn't stop himself from moaning embarrassingly loud. "I don't -ahh!- give a damn." After all, he just wanted to have them and be done with it and then find some way to tell England and the rest that he had given birth to three kids.
"It seems like you give a damn, by how much you are moaning." And how fast America's hand was going over his cock. Ivan would have done it for him, but that would have meant taking his hand off the growing belly.
"Fuck you. That h-aahh-s nothing to do with me being pregnant." Alfred defended, his hand flying against his dripping cock with no abandon now that he felt so close to his climax. He didn't care if Ivan was close, only because he knew the giant would keep going at it until he was done. "It feels like your trying to fuck your kids more than me right now." He groaned, arching as a particularly hard thrust against his prostate made him see stars.
Russia moved his hand down so he could feel the fading scar from the operation. "I would never even think of molesting our children." That would be the worst thing possible any human could do. He wanted to kill people who did that, in fact. It was just wrong.
Biting his lip, America continued to arch and twist on the bed as he got closer to the edge. "You better not, fucker." It wasn't until a sharp thrust finally pushed against his prostate that he opened his mouth in a silent moan as he came into his hand.
Still thrusting, Ivan let himself reach his own orgasm soon after America's. He filled the condom with his fluids, pulling out slowly. "Do you not agree that this has brought us closer?"
"No I don't." Alfred growled, panting off the post-cordial rush. "Now kindly get the fuck out of my room and leave me alone." He was still wearing his glasses and they had slipped down his nose even with him pushing his face in the crook of his elbow. He finally took them off, placing them on the bedside table as he collapsed.
"Do you not wish to sleep together? It would be the perfect end to such a romantic evening." Also, he would be able to spend the whole night with his babies, cuddling them and caressing them. He would sleep with America, as well.
Curling up as much as he could on his side, America ignored the fact that his cum was all over his hand as he fingered Ivan. "No. Get out."
Well, if he couldn't sleep here, Ivan was going to at least take one thing with him. He leaned up slightly, licking along the raised finger, tasting the salty ejaculate on it. "I wonder if the pregnancy makes you taste better."
"Fuck! Get the hell away!" Alfred yelled, wiping his hand off on the sheets beside him and then throwing a pillow in Ivan's face. "I fucking hate you!" His stomach seethed with anger as he grit his teeth. America wasn't too sure why he was so pissed, but he didn't really care either.
Grabbing the pillow, Russia put it back on the bed, knowing he would need it later. "How can you hate the father of your children?" He asked, pretending to be hurt. But of course he knew that Alfred would hate him for this. He was not insane, as much as everyone liked saying he was.
"I can hate you because you did all of this to me. I never wanted to be pregnant, and I definitely didn't want to have 'loving' sex with you ever." He spat, not wanting to look Ivan in the eye. Instead Alfred grabbed the pillow and clutched it to his face.
*Sighing slightly, Russia took the empty water glass that was beside Alfred's bed. "This week their irises develop." He said, before leaving the room. America obviously needed sleep, and unfortunately didn't want to sleep with him.
Not caring enough to respond, America just let himself fall asleep, thinking of babies and a boss that would most likely try to rip his head off when he went back home. Not to mention if he managed to show up with three kids that he actually gave birth to.
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