Ok so this chapter is super short but I'm using as a set up for the good chapter, yay!
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Oh and Merry (somewhat late) Christmas!
The next few days were spent preparing for the party America planned to throw. Every country was invited, although everyone knew that only the usual would show up, most of the other countries couldn't deal with the excited country or simply preferred to stay home.
Christmas was on a Sunday that year and Alfred had insisted that the party take place the Friday before, that way everyone could be home in time to spend Christmas with those closest to them. It was now Thursday and even thought the decorations had been taken care of forever ago, America and his three guests were stressing about everything else which in turn stressed Russia out to no end having the three running around yelling at each other.
"Arthur! Out of the fucking kitchen NOW!" Was one of the nicer phrases Russia had heard the entire morning.
Eventually France had decided that he and Canada would take care of preparing the rest of the food that was being catered and that England would straighten the house up. America on the other hand was currently leaning against the counter on his elbows of the mini bar in the party room, a peppermint stick in his hand as his hips swayed to some music playing out of his phone he had plugged up to a set of speakers.
"Are you not helping?" Russia asked as he walked toward the American, attempting to keep his eyes off of the blonde's swaying hips before walking around to the other side of the counter and assuming the same position the other was in…minus the hip swaying of course.
"Nope. I got my part taken care of." America smiled as he brought the stick of candy up to his mouth and licked at the end. "Want one?" America offered as he held out a bag of the peppermint sticks. The candy wasn't the fake peppermint sticks bought at supermarkets. It was the type that was softer and used real peppermint oil and was a good size thicker as well than the typical peppermint sticks.
"No thank you." Russia winced as the blonde licked along the tip of the stick, swirling his tongue along the top before sliding the stick into his mouth partially, sucking on the candy. Russia swore at this point that the other was teasing him at this point…that or the American always ate his food in such a provocative manner.
"You okay?"
"Da." Russia smiled, gaining control of himself before he rounded the counter and threw the other to the ground and pounding him into the floor.
"I made sure that Belarus didn't know that you would be here tomorrow." Alfred offered as he glanced up at the country across from him.
"Spasiba." Russia sighed in relief at the good news, he had been afraid that his sister would have found out and tried to molest him or get him to marry her over the duration of the party. "…Do I have to attend?"
"I'm hurt! You don't want to go to my party?" America pouted as he placed the candy in his mouth once more.
"It is not that it is just…"
"Just what?" America asked as he leaned across the counter to look at the other better.
"I've never been to a Christmas party before." Russia mumbled as he looked down, worrying the ends of his scarf with his hands.
America smiled as he took the candy out of his mouth before hopping up on the counter and swinging his legs around so that he was now face to face with Russia, his legs on either side of the country.
"It's alright, if you don't like being around so many others or anything you don't have to stay for long…even though I would like it if you did…that way I could have someone who can hold their alcohol to speak with."
"Da...The others do get quite drunk at times do they not?" Russia said as he stood in place, wary of what the blonde was plotting.
As if on cue, Alfred brought the peppermint stick up to his lips once more. His tongue licked the tip teasingly before licking it from the base of the stick to the top before sliding it into his mouth and back out a few times at a tantalizing slows pace.
America smirked as he watched how Russia attempted to avoid looking at him.
"Oh…there is something I need to do before tomorrow." America smirked even more as he caught the other attention, leaning forward slightly. "I think I might need your help to, if you would?"
"What?" Russia asked, swallowing slightly as the American looked up at his through lidded eyelashes.
"I need to find a place to put this." America smiled as he brought his hand up over the two of them. Clasped between his fingers hung a sprig of mistletoe.
Shit…Russia cursed himself. Even he knew what mistletoe meant. He did not know; however, if the American meant to hold it over them or if-
"Oh would you look at that! Well it would be bad to not follow the rules!" Alfred smirked as he grabbed Russia's scarf in one hand before yanking the stunned Russian toward him, lips locking instantly.
Russia hated how the American affected him. He also hated the position they were in. It was too perfect and he immediately knew that it had been set up from the beginning gathering on the way the blonde wrapped his legs around his waist from his seat on the counter, bringing him to rub against him.
"Mmph!" Alfred gasped as Russia decided to Hell with it and began kissing back with vigor, bringing a hand the grasp the smaller country's hip as the other found its way to tangle in the America's golden hair, pulling at it.
America began to pant as Russia yanked his head to the side with his hand wound in his hair before sliding his tongue along the regal neck before him, lightly nipping at the skin before deciding to Hell with it all the more before going down a bit farther and sucking on the skin over a collarbone, leaving a noticeable mark if the other forgot to wear something to cover it.
"That…wasn't very nice." America managed to gasp out between moans as Russia rolled his hips up into the other, grinding against the bulge in the American's jeans.
"Ahn! Russia, wait. We can't!" America moaned as he attempted to push the larger country away from him.
"Why the hell not?" Russia growled against his neck as he nipped at the skin a little harshly causing the other to whine softly at the bite, only adding to his already growing need rather than hurting.
Suddenly a cat call was heard across the room as France practically pranced in with a box of things to put away.
"…That's why." America sighed as he blushed all over and flipped the Frenchman off who was now leaving the room again.
"Damn it America. If you delay my needs any further I swear to you that I will personally suffocate you in your sleep!" Russia very nearly snarled as he resigned his fate that nothing more could be done for the time being as he stepped away from the blonde and began to leave the room before glancing over at the huge Christmas tree with an abundance of presents at its foot…and a couple that were addressed to him…wait. Christmas, presents…from America…Shit. Russia promptly darted out of the room, leaving a confused American in his wake. He hadn't been expecting any gifts so had not purchased any for America and now he only had one night to find something for the other. The evening was looking pretty gloom for the Russian and he grabbed his wallet and the car keys to the car America had been allowing him to use while he had been there before heading out the door.
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