New chapter, yeah! Sorry it's been so long! I hope the length of this update will make up for it though! Oh! And I'm going to start replying to reviews so look for them at the end of my updates from now on. They are included in this update, but don't expect every past review to have a reply since there have been so many. I hope everyone enjoys! :)

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Russia sighed as he basically fell down onto one of the vacant benches in the shopping mall he had finally been able to locate. He had rushed off to find a gift for that stupid American…stupidly thoughtful American. He hadn't even thought of getting a gift for the other and now he cursed himself all the more while he sat in the overcrowded mall during one of the most horrible periods of time to do any shopping whatsoever. He had been by several stores at first he had thought that since the blonde liked games so much he should get him one…except he had no clue what the country even liked let alone what he did or didn't have…although Ivan wouldn't put it past the other to have nearly every game released anyway.

"Ivan, is that you?" A timid voice asked behind the Russian as he turned to be greeted with a sight he had not been expecting.

"Matvey, what are you doing out? I thought you were still at Amerik- Alfred's house." Russia cringed when he noticed he had nearly accidently said the country name rather than the given human name. It was common sense among the nations to not use their country names in public so as to not arise suspicion in the humans…although he himself had slipped up many times with that.

"Well Alfred ran into my room saying you had just charged out of the house and was panicking about what he should do…"

"And?" Ivan was slightly worried as the Canadian paused, a mischievous glint passing through his eyes that did not belong there; in the least…it just looked so wrong.

"And I shot him in the ass with a sedative and dressed him in a weird outfit." Canada finished as he smiled up at Russia as he sat down next to him.

"Canada…I fear for the World for the day you get fed up with everyone." Russia spoke with slight awe in his voice, who would have known that the usually timid country beside him could be so terrifying…in a rather cute way, but he would never admit that to anyone of course.

"Meh, I'm just to chill for my own good…except when it comes to Alfred of course, and sometimes Francis but I don't want to talk about that." Canada smiled as he watched a woman run by who looked at her wits end, no doubt trying to find a last minute gift.

"Anyways though…have you had any luck?"

"No." Russia sighed as his situation came to his mind once more. "Wait, how did you know?"

"How did I know that you forgot to get my amazingly thoughtful brother a gift?" Canada asked nonchalantly as he brought his hand up to seemingly inspect his nails.

"I should keep in mind from now on that you and your brother have an issue with sarcasm, da?" Russia seethed as he crumpled a sales paper in his hand before tossing into the trash bin beside the bench and standing, making to leave.

"Wait, I'll help you!" Canada shouted as he ran to catch up with the Russian's long strides.

Russia raised an eyebrow in surprise at the other's offer of help. "Would you? And why is that?"

"Well, just consider this my present to you." Canada smiled as he fell in step beside the taller country.

"Hn, ah by the way, I have not seen that bear you carry around recently." Russia smiled, glad that he had help and didn't seem to be too terrible of company.

"Kumicara? He didn't feel like making the trip so he stayed behind."

"But I thought his name was-"

"This would be perfect for him!" Russia was cut off as an object was shoved in his face.

"…What is this?" Russia asked in distaste as he observed the offending excuse for a blanket in his arms.

"It's called a snuggie and Alfred's been wanting one and it'll be an even better gift because it has his flag on it." Canada explained as he moved on to keep looking.

"Well if he has been wanting it then…" Russia sighed as he let his resolve crumble and followed after the Canadian to continue looking.

After completing their shopping in which it had turned out that Canada had accidently left his present to America at his home and had to shop as well, which had angered Russia seeing that the other had chided him for forgetting, the two finally returned home.

"Good thing they had the gift wrapping option, huh?" Canada yawned as he took the bag of presents out of Russia's hands and made his way to the room which held the large Christmas tree. "I'll put these up, you better put him to bed…looks like he won't be waking up anytime soon."

At this statement, Russia looked farther into the living room and saw that America was curled up on his side along the back of the couch, his eyebrows furrowed even in sleep. He felt bad for troubling the American but at the same time thought the other looked rather cute while curled up…Shit, Canada hadn't been joking when he'd said that he had shot America in the ass with a sedative and then dressed him up.

The American lay on the couch on his stomach, a dart still stuck in his upper thigh and was wearing a pair of cat ears along with a matching tail.

Walking over to the couch, Russia leant over and removed the cat ears and tail before carefully removing the dart and throwing it all in the trash. He then scooped the blonde up bridal style and made his way to the hallway, making sure that he was carrying the other in a manner so that it would not jar the smaller country from his slumber…although he was fairly sure that with the sedative he had received, that he could ram America's head into the wall and it wouldn't wake the other up at all.

After entering America's bedroom, Russia shut the door behind him as he put the other under the covers. He removed Texas and set them aside before placing America's beloved bomber jacket on the chair beside the desk before coming back and leaning over the other. He couldn't help himself as he brought his hand towards America's face and brushed a stray strand of golden hair away from the sleeping blonde's face before freezing when the other mumbled in his sleep and leaned into the touch of his hand, nuzzling against the palm.

Russia's breath hitched in his throat for a split second, afraid that the other would awaken and cause a disturbance at his close proximity but sighed in relief when Alfred settled back down, a small smile now adorning his face rather than the troubled one that had been there moments before.

Standing to leave, Russia realized that 1. He was really tired 2. America had somehow managed to grab on to the ends of his scarf again 3. He was really fucking tired.

"Fuck it." Russia resigned his fate as he kicked his shoes and slid his coat off before lying down on the bed beside the blonde. He was far too tired to even care that he would be sleeping beside the American but let a small smile cross his face before he drifted off as he noticed that America had scooted towards him, eventually right up against him before he succumbed to sleep at last.

Alfred yawned as a ray of sun hit his face, wrinkling his nose in annoyance at waking up so rudely. He had slept surprisingly well last night even though he had been panicking about where Russia had run off to until Canada had assured him that he would go find him…and then he couldn't remember much else…damn his thigh hurt. That suddenly reminded him that he must have fallen asleep before Canada had even made it home.

Humming to himself Alfred lay his head back down and scooted closer to the side of his bed that was practically emanating heat until he came into contact with something quite solid.

Alfred lazily opened his eyes wondering if Canada had crawled into the bed next to him like he used to when he was younger but that thought was promptly struck out of his mind when he moved to his hand forward to see that he was clutching the end of a scarf…a very familiar scarf.

"Holy Mother of Capitalism, batman!" Alfred screeched in a totally manly voice as he backed up so fast from the other figure in his bed that he landed on his ass off the side.

How the hell had that commie gotten into his bed? Alfred seethed inwardly as he stood and crawled back onto the bed, slowly inching forward, surprised that his outburst had not awoken the Russian. As he neared closer to the other he noticed a couple of things. The first was that Russia was still in his clothes from the day before. The second was that he actually looked really peaceful in his sleep now that he wasn't giving off that nearly always present creepy aura he was so known for. After thinking a moment Alfred realized that Russia must have carried him to his bed once again and had been so tired that he had collapsed beside him. Yeah, that totally made sense and made it far less traumatizing than the other scenarios that were running through his head, so he decided to stick with that one.

After coming to this conclusion, Alfred stretched his arms above his head as he glanced over at his alarm clock beside his bed and blanched at the time. It was only 11am…and true he had guests coming over for the party that evening…but he had everything done already so sleeping a bit longer wouldn't hurt, right? Justifying his cause, he laid back down beside Russia figuring that there was no harm in it since he had practically slept beside him the entire night anyways and that if the other had truly wanted to do something to him he could have done so multiple times by now…although there were just a few things the American had desperately wished the Russian had done to him already. Namely, ravishing him senseless but Russia and he himself had been being difficult about actually letting that happen due to Russia's need to tease him and his own fault at being completely too paranoid and putting the inevitable off for as long as he could even though just as his twin has said, it would be better to just fuck and get it over with…Canada could be a real asshole sometimes.

Russia yawned as he slowly woke up from one of his better dreams trying to recall what had happened within the last 24 hours. Oh yeah, He had pretty much humped America on a bar counter, traipsed all over an American shopping mall to by presents for the brat, and now he was laying in bed next to him. As he thought this Russia had turned his head so that he could see the sleeping face of the American beside him. Fate was so very cruel to him as of late. He wasn't supposed to be waking up to the blondes face until he had pounded him into the sheets the entire night…life sucked. Although he had to admit as much as it sickened him to say that the American looked really good while in sleep, his face relaxed with his hair disheveled and mouth slightly parted. He was surprised that the American wasn't drooling considering who it was after all.

Deciding he had lazed around long enough, Ivan quietly got up so as to not disturb the other and made his way America's bathroom where he began to run water for a shower, turning the showerhead on once the water was at a temperature he liked. Sure he could have walked to the room he was staying in to use the bathroom in there…but he was allowed to be lazy once and again after all.

"Russia?" He was broken out of his musings when he heard the door open to reveal a sleepy looking America. He had just been getting ready to get in the shower and was glad that he had just taken his shirt off even though he honestly wouldn't have cared if he had been stark naked, he had nothing to be ashamed of.

America blushed lightly as he noticed that Russia's shirt was off, taking note of the defined muscles proving that the Russian was in no way out of shape…he should really convince him to go with different clothing options so as to not give the illusion that he was soft. Noticing that the shower was ready a smirk made its way onto his face. This was just too perfect.

Russia blanched when he saw the American smirk and eye him hungrily. The other began to saunter towards him, eyes never leaving his own.

"You know, I need to shower too…and seeing as how this is my room after all…I guess you will just have to deal with my wishes." America breathed out in a whisper against Russia's ear as he pushed the other steadily back into his walk-in shower, clothes still present except for Russia's already discarded shirt.

"Amerika what are you-?" Russia was cut off as Alfred promptly smashed their lips together in a much needed kiss which had begun slow but had eventually heated up and had now resulted in America being pushed into the wall, hissing as his back met with the still cool tile.

Russia was slightly disappointed that America had forced him into this situation seeing as how they in no way had time for what they really needed but figured that this would have to suffice so that they didn't end up doing each other on one of the buffet tables during the party…that would have been interesting to say the least.

Russia's thoughts were cut off as America suddenly flipped them around so that his back was now against the wall but before he could complain the other had slid down his body, undoing the button of his jeans before leaning forward and pulling the zipper down with his teeth.

Russia moaned as the other nuzzled his face against his boxers before practically ripping the jeans off of Russia…no really. The jeans now lay outside of the shower in two pieces. Before he could mourn at the loss of one of his favorite pairs of jeans, America was once again in front of him, kneeled down so that his head was eye level with the part of his anatomy that oh so needed attention at the current moment. His breath shuddered in his chest as the blonde leaned forward, the water dripping down his face as he licked Russia's clothed erection before gripping the band of the boxers and pulling them off as well.

"Like what you see?" Russia asked amused when the American had been caught staring at his proud erection, his eyes slightly wide and a small 'o' of surprise on his lips. Russia was the largest country after all, so it was only natural that he should also be hung like a fucking horse…well in his book at least.

At Russia's words, America was snapped out of his surprise as he glanced up at the taller male, his eyes hooded with lust, "But of course."

America then proceeded to blow a stream of cool air onto the tip of Russia's cock before lowering his head and licking a trail up the underside of the shaft until he reached the head, engulfing the tip in his waiting mouth, swirling his tongue before letting it lightly dip into the slit tasting the precum that was dripping down the larger country's straining length.

Russia was honestly a little ashamed that he was already so turned on; it usually took much longer or required him hurting whoever he was with in order to get off. Seeing the object of his secret affection kneeling before him with his cock being greedily sucked; however, was a feast for his eyes and had turned him on far more than anything else ever had.

Russia let his arm reach down as he ran his hand through America's wet hair, finding Nantucket and lightly pulling on the rebellious piece of hair that persisted on standing up even while wet.

"AHhhhhmmph!" America moaned around Russia's cock, causing the vibrations of his throat to send the Russian into a small state of ecstasy as his hips snapped forward, choking the blonde a bit.

Russia moaned again as he continued to pull at the piece of his hair, loving the sounds America made while his lips were so deliciously wrapped around his weeping length. He knew he wasn't going to last that much longer as the other magically seemed to loosen his throat and allowed him to lightly rock his hips forward into his waiting mouth allowing his cock to slide even farther in.

Russia was panting as he stroked Nantucket once more, seeing the American's eyes roll back in pleasure as he came deep into the blonde's throat and was overly pleased when the American swallowed everything, greedily lapping at his length to ensure that he didn't miss one drop of the Russian's essence.

Russia let himself catch his breath shortly before looking down at the blonde in front of him who was still wearing far too much clothing and was now sopping wet. Without another word, Russia yanked the blonde to his feet before pressing the uncharacteristically compliant blonde face first into the wall before ridding the other of his soaked clothes before tossing them out of the shower to join his ripped jeans.

"Fuck!" America moaned as Russia wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock and began to stroke him while his mouth was focused on his neck, biting and lapping at the sensitive crook of his neck and his shoulder blades.

Russia was ruthless as he stroked the American at a fast pace, bringing the blonde closer and closer to completion far too soon than should be humanly possible. But just as Alfred felt he was about to burst, the Russian stopped in his movements, gripping the base of his cock before putting enough pressure around it so as not to hurt him but to stop his impeding orgasm.

"What the hell? AHHHHNNNNnnnnn!" America was about to protest before he felt the larger country's hand snake down and a finger that had mysteriously been coated in something slick circle his entrance.

America was reduced to a trembling mess as Russia continued to circle his entrance, every now and then just barely sinking the tip of his finger into the opening before withdrawing just as quickly. He just wished that he'd at least have the decency to fuck him, even if it was just the Russian's fingers doing the work. Sure America had done all this before…although never with Russia and that thought alone made him wish that he could go back in time and start this much sooner than now.

His wishes were granted when Russia's finger swiftly rammed inside of him, slipping past the ring of muscle fluidly before prodding against his bundle of nerves on the first thrust if that was even possible, but figuring that it was Russia it could indeed be possible since the other seemed to always get what he wanted.

"A taste of what you will be getting later Amerika, whether you are ready for it or not." Russia breathed into his ear, the words sinking in as Alfred moaned louder than he had in quite a good time as the ash blonde picked up his pace and continued to finger fuck him, adding a second finger before scissoring the blonde's openings and eventually adding three fingers all together.

America figured he must have looked like a whore at this point, a moaning mess with three fingers up his ass, pounding him into the wall…but he found that at this point he didn't give a damn and continued to writhe against the Russian attempting to stroke himself but was prevented from doing so by Russia.

"Tell me what you need Amerika."

"Don't make me." Alfred moaned as Russia snapped his hand forward in a particularly strong thrust, brushing up against his bundle of nerves more than before. "GOD! Please just fucking touch me already!"

"If that is what you would like then." Russia smiled as he let his hand glide down the American's back before sliding to his front to grasp his cock before pumping in time with the thrusts of his fingers. It was rather hard for him to control himself from not just taking the blonde right there. The picture of America's face pressed into the shower wall, his hands spread out on either side of his head supporting him and his ass in the air on display for the Russian was such an erotic sight…making Russia desperately wish that he had a waterproof camera…and that it wouldn't be considered creepy.

"AHNNnn!" America moaned as he threw his head back, seeing stares as he came onto Russia's hand and against the walls although a good amount of his seed was now trailing down his quivering thighs as he just about collapsed onto the ground with the force of the orgasm that he just had.

After having regained some of his ability to stand, he was surprised when Russia proceeded to pour some shampoo into his hands before working it into a lather in first his and then Russia's own hair before rinsing them off and stepping out of the shower to wrap a towel around his hips before throwing one at him as well.

"Shit, we're rather pressed for time now, aren't we?" America laughed as he glanced at his cell phone that had been sitting on his bathroom vanity.

"Then you will just have to hurry, da?" Russia replied as he picked up his discarded shirt and folded it in his arms before glancing down at his ripped jeans before throwing them into the trash.

"Heh…sorry about that." America mumbled awkwardly as he ran a hand through his damp hair, smiling sheepishly up at the taller male.

"It's alright; Amerika can just make it up to me later, da?"

"Uh, yeah…promise." America smiled as he looked down, a blush gracing his reddening cheeks.

"I will leave you to get ready now, make sure you don't keep everyone waiting long." Russia shook his head at the others sudden shyness as he closed the bathroom door behind him before leaving America's bedroom to head to his own where he proceeded to get ready for the party.

"Oh shit…"

Russia stopped dead in his tracks as he looked down as the mess of limbs in front of him.

"I don't want to know." Russia mentally face palmed as he stepped to the side and left France, Spain, and Prussia in his wake. He had figured that America's guests had started to arrive by now and honestly America was being rather loud so it was only natural that the acclaimed bad touch trio would try and sneak a peek at any action going on.

"That was fucking scary." Prussia shuddered as he untangled himself and stood while he offered a hand to the Spaniard and Frenchman who were still on the floor.

"It is hard to believe that Russia and America are on such good relations at the moment amigos."

"Why has he hid that amazing body from us all these years?"

"…France you are such a fucking perv." Prussia laughed as he hoisted the two countries up and patted each on the back.

"Especially since you helped raise young America to a degree…and you were listening in on him." Spain agreed as he and the other two began to walk down the hallway.

"Never said I had morals, l'amour knows no boundaries." France smirked as he grabbed Prussia's ass and squeezed while simultaneously slapping Spain on the ass.

"Does it now?"

"I was just kidding of course Anglettere! I swear!" France started to panic as England stood at the end of the hallway, looking murderous.

"I will pray for your poor perverted soul."

"And I'll give a speech at your funeral!" Prussia added as he watched in slight amusement as France was chased by a very angry England. He knew he should feel sorry for his long time friend…but he would do that later when France either showed up maimed…or dead.

Ivan sighed as he closed the bedroom door behind him. His usual reaction to people spying on him would have involved his pipe entering places that it did not belong…but honestly he was in a rather good mood after America had given him one of the best blowjobs of his life…and he had been alive a very long time so that was saying something…although many of the past one's might have not been well…considered consensual.

It felt rather good honestly though. His once enemy and even longer crush…ugh he would have to think of a better name for that word…too girly, was at his disposal and it actually brought a smile to his face. He just hoped that the party would bore the American enough that he would seek him out or if need be he could just entice the other back to a bedroom…or anywhere for that matter, Russia didn't really care at this point.

As he was thinking this, Russia had picked out what he wanted to wear and was just about to put his shirt on when his phone went off. Picking it up, he noticed it was a text from America. Smiling due to the fact that it was one of the first texts he had ever received…seriously who in their right mind would text Russia of all people, he opened the message before reading over it.

The American could really be blunt at times, after replying to the message that basically said "Come fuck my brains out, I'm yours" Russia put his phone down on his bed before exiting his room.

"Took you long enough." America smiled as he pushed himself off of the wall in front of Russia's room. "So sad that you won't let me skip the party."

"And listen to you whine about how long you spent preparing for it and then missing it while you are bedridden after I am done with you? I think not."

"Bastard."

Russia merely smiled as he led the blonde across the house to the separate room that held the party. Before pushing the smaller country into the room, Russia let his eyes roam over the other's choice in clothes before deciding that America looked absolutely delectable.

America stood before him wearing a pair of dark wash jeans that wouldn't be considered skinny but hugged his ass and thighs just right, a v-neck black tee, a belt with his flag design, and a pair of bright red converse.

"Like what you see?" Alfred asked as he too eyed the Russian in front of him. Russia was wearing a pair of gray jeans that showed off his strong thighs and calves and a black crew neck tee along with his ever present scarf. He was glad he had taken a moment before entering the room to examine how the country in front of him looked or he would have been caught drooling at him from across the room. Commie was fuckin' fine when he wanted to be.

The party room was as fabulous as he had been expecting. The lights twinkled, the Christmas tree sparkled in all its glory, the food was laid out exquisitely, and the alcohol was flowing. Oh shit, that reminded him that he forgot to make sure that England had limited access to the bar.

"Murca!"

…too late for that. America thought as he attempted to pry England off of him, honestly sometimes he felt like he was the mature one…and that was saying something, but England loved his poison of choice and there was no holding him back.

"Ahahah Alfred, Denmark or whatever his ugly face is just showed me a most amusing video! It's about some honey badger, pfffttt what a silly name! Anyways, it reminded me of you!" England giggled as he went about attempting to smooth America's hair even in his drunken state. "Because honey badger gets what he wants, see? It's like you!"

Even though Alfred totally agreed that he was just as amazing as a fucking honey badger, he couldn't help but shake his head at the other in mock disappointment, causing the island nation to pout a bit before pinching his cheek and walking off to bother someone else.

After making sure that everyone was entertained with what he had provided (He WAS America after all, he knew how to give a good time…ugh that made him sound like a whore) he let his eyes wander the crowd in search of one country in particular. Spotting the tall Russian was easy; however, his eyes slightly narrowed as he noticed the other once again asking China to 'Become one with Mother Russia, da?' He had no reason to be jealous, but seeing Russia with the petite Chinese man made his blood boil. They weren't even in a relationship…for all Alfred knew, they were just fuck buddies at this point…and they hadn't even done THAT yet…although he wasn't sure whether the idea of a relationship with the other sounded all that bad right now.

"He was out getting you a gift last night, you know?"

"Fucking shit, Mattie! What the hell! Don't fucking sneak up on people like that, what are you? A ninja?" Alfred squeaked in a …ok not very manly way as his twin seemingly appeared beside him, following the American's gaze over to the Russian.

"Wait…what?" Alfred asked as he turned to face his brother. "He was out that late just to get me a present?"

"Yup." Canada smiled as he took his brothers hand in his own and squeezed it gently. "I know that Russia may not have always had the best record with things and that you still are suspicious of him at times…but don't be that way when it is about him as a person. He really cares for you, I didn't believe it at first, but after last night I firmly believe that."

Alfred smiled as he squeezed his twins hand back before pulling the other into a hug. "Thanks Matt…although it totally sucks that you always know what I'm thinking about."

"It's a curse sometimes."

"Hey Mattie, what am I thinking about now?" Alfred asked as he smiled at his northern counterpart.

"Disgusting, perverted hoser."

"Haha, gross Matt! Those thoughts are private, come on!" Alfred smiled as he released his look alike and headed over to the bar, Canada trailing behind him. "It would be awesome if we actually could read each other's minds though."

"I don't know if that'd be a good idea Alfred…"

"True, you and your ultra sick fantasies would scar my mind."

"Hey!"

Alfred smiled as he grabbed a drink before downing it.

"Shouldn't you be holding back a little tonight?"

"Naw, it's cool. I just needed something to calm myself."

"You're talking like England now, next thing you know in a couple of years you will be running around in an angel costume waving around a wand as well." Canada sighed as he heard a crash off to the side followed by a tirade of French curses.

"Heh, looks like Arthur's trying to turn Francis into a frog again." Alfred laughed as he patted his brother on the back before walking off. "Your turn to clean that one up."

Walking over to stand a little bit away from the Christmas tree, Alfred sighed as he plopped down on the rug and began to people watch. Not many people knew, but he was constantly watching others…it was how he gathered information and had a personality file for each country. Being observant was key…although that required him to actually focus and that in itself was hard at times.

"I see my wee broth is already wasted."

"Huh?" Alfred's eyes widened a bit before leaning back to see who was standing behind him before breaking out into a huge smile.

"Sup?"

"Nothing at all, just thinking you might need to set out some more booze soon, I brought my other brothers and they're just as bad as England when they like to be." Scotland smiled as he assumed a squatting position beside the American before resting his elbow on his knee and placing his chin into his open palm in a thoughtful expression.

"Watchya thinking about?"

"Just wondering when you're going ta stop brooding and go talk to that Russia of yours." Scotland huffed as he pulled out a cigar before lighting it up, ignoring America's protests of smoking in his home.

"Dude, second-hand smoke!"

"We're countries, we'll be fine." Scotland smirked as he blew the smoke into the younger country's face, grinning as the other sputtered and attempted to swat the smoke away with his hands.

"Reminds me, I brought ya a gift." Scotland said as he reached behind him and shoved a box into Alfred's waiting hands.

"…Can I open it?"

"Maybe."

"Please?"

"Ehhh…I'll think about it."

"But…I really wanna…" Alfred pouted as he sat the present in front of him and poked at the box before pulling at a ribbon, only to have his hand swatted at by the red head.

"I didn't say you could, spoiled brat!"

"The fuck're ya doing here?" Alfred groaned as he heard the slurred British accent behind him.

At least France had coaxed the other into wearing real clothes rather than the angel costume the other seemed to pull out of nowhere at times. Beside that though…at the moment England and his older brother were having a stare down, and England was hammered which meant that he had to jump in and stop the impeding fight before his house went down in flames.

"Whoa, Artie! C'mon, it's Christmas, let's not fight tonight aight?" Alfred reasoned as he stood between the two and held his hands out in order to stop the two countries from going at each other.

Arthur sighed before dropping his stance, his shoulders sagging. Even in his inebriated state he couldn't even dream of resisting the bright blond of a request so simple.

"Fine."

"Scotland?"

"Only because he is too drunk to put up a fight…and because you're such a cute nephew." Scotland grinned as he grabbed the blonde and put him in a headlock before ruffling Alfred's hair, causing the American to try and struggle out of the iron grasp he was in.

"Stop it!"

"Not until you call me dear uncle and tell me how much you love me." Scotland smiled even wider as his brother simply watched him with an expression clearly indicating his want to be called dear as well.

"No! Don't make me!"

Russia turned when he heard America's shriek from across the room. He was greeted with the sight of America in a headlock with a country he couldn't quite remember the name of at the moment except for the fact that it was one of England's unruly brothers. He honestly didn't know whether to go and help the blonde or just watch and see what would happen. Deciding it would be best to go over and watch at a closer view rather than watch from afar, Russia made his way over to the trio, standing beside England while he watched America and the other country struggle in what he couldn't tell was a friendly brawl or if the other needed help…but it was too comical for it to be the latter.

"Say it."

"Make me!" America yelled as he tried to pry the other off of him which only resulted in him being thrown to the ground and sat on top of.

"Wrong answer." Scotland replied nonchalantly as he reached down and proceeded to pinch at America's side.

America fumed as the Scot continued to assault him before finally giving in. "Fine! I love you so fucking much dear Uncle."

"Good boy!" Scotland laughed as he stood up before placing the gift in America's hands once more. "Go ahead."

"Hell yeah!" America yelled as he ripped into the present before stopping and blushing in embarrassment before closing the box and turning to walk away.

"America, it is rude to not show your gift to everyone." Russia smiled, wanting to know what the blond had received in order to look so embarrassed.

"No…" America mumbled as he sighed before reaching into the box before bringing out the item inside.

"…Alfred is that?" England gasped as he suddenly seemed to sober up, before snickering into his hand.

"Isn't it too sweet? Go try it on for us Alfie." Canada smiled as he once again had used his ninja skills and had seemed to appear beside Scotland.

"Alfred it's adorable! Try it on!" England giggled as he came closer to fully examine the clothing in the trembling American's hands.

Alfred glared at his supposed family as France also came over, demanding that he tried on the horrid thing in his hands.

"I'm not wearing this!" Alfred pouted as he held out the Lochness monster footie pajama's, willing someone to take it from him.

"It is quite cute, da?" Russia said, finally speaking up.

"You can all go fuck yourselves!" Alfred sniffed as he pushed the pajamas back into the box before walking over and giving Scotland a playful punch in the arm, regardless of the embarrassing present before handing over a gift to the Scot, knowing that the other would love the gag gift he had bought for Scotland to give to Wales.

"Is this that inflatable sheep you were talking about?"

"Ugh, you sick bastard!" England winced, knowing Alfred would go as far as to actually purchase the thing.

"Not for me, for Wales." Scotland winked as he ruffled America's hair before walking off to where Wales was.

"America…Wales is going to kill you." England sighed before rubbing his temple in frustration.

"You know it's funny." Alfred laughed as he watched the enraged county in question chase Scotland around the room, nearly knocking a few countries over in the process.

"Yes, quite funny actually." England smiled as patted his former colony on the shoulder before he walked away in order to reign in his brothers.

"That was embarrassing." America mumbled as he shoved the box under a nearby chair before grabbing the shot glass Canada had been holding and tipping his head back before downing it.

"Alfred Wait! That was a-"

"The fuck was that?" America gasped as he shoved the glass back into Canada's hands before swaying slightly, grabbing onto Russia for support.

"Uhmm…A bad touch triple?" Canada answered as he flinched when his twin looked at him bewildered.

"You let France mix you a drink? Are you stupid?"

"I wasn't planning on drinking it!" Canada said as he shuffled his feet, not liking the look of disappointment his brother was giving him or the amused look on Russia's face.

"Do you have any idea what could have happened to you if you had taken that?" America asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose, attempting to keep control of his body.

"No, and I don't know if I would like to find out either…"

"The hell you wouldn't want to! It completely lowers your inhibitions and…oh God…" America gasped as a blush spread over his face as he looked away from Canada and the country that was currently holding him up.

"And what Amerika?" Russia asked, genuinely curious seeing as how the blonde was now trembling in his arms, avoiding both his and Canada's gazes as much as he could.

Alfred shuddered as Russia said his name in that goddamn accent of his, it wasn't fucking fair! He had inadvertently saved his bro from being molested by Prussia and Spain…and probably France but he would like to think he had morals…pfffttt but it seems that one of the three had to put the fucking cherry on the sundae and had slipped in an aphrodisiac.

"I- it's nothing hnn." Alfred mumbled but let out a short moan as Russia grabbed his chin between two fingers, forcing the blonde to look up at him with hooded eyes.

"Oh shit…well, I'm not helping out this time, have fun Russia…Bye!" Canada excused himself quickly, not even looking back as he made a speedy get away.

"This time?" Russia thought aloud wondering what kind of situations the American had gotten himself into before. He then looked down at the other in his arms…America was panting and looking up at his with an apparent blush on his features.

Glancing around Russia noticed that it was getting rather late and he figured Canada would handle escorting the other countries out when the time came…the only problem now was getting America across the room without anyone noticing or at least without it making it look like he was abducting the blonde.

"Amerika, will you be able to walk?"

"Not unless you're fucking me at the same time." Alfred panted as he pressed up against the Russian, attempting to gain any type of friction at all.

Yup, scratch the going unnoticed part. He either had to find a different way out of the room and back into the house or risk crossing the country filled room with a horny American clutched around his waist.

"T-there's a back door over there." Alfred stumbled as he attempted to lead Russia over.

"Right." Russia answered as he swiftly scooped the clumsy blonde up in his arms and rushed to the door, leaving unnoticed for the most part.

Once outside, Russia thanked the heavens that he had brought his coat with him and had put it on half way through the party since the temperatures had dropped below 20 degrees Fahrenheit. The American on the other hand was still in his tee and had shifted his position so that his legs were now wrapped around Russia's waist and his arms around his shoulders pulling them closer together.

Losing his resolve for a minute just outside the front door, Russia shoved the American who had been incessantly grinding their hips together against the wall just by the door before attacking the expanse of neck in front of him.

"Mmmmmhhhhnnn! God, yes." Alfred moaned as he turned his head so that the other could bite at his jugular before moving down and biting down hard enough to draw blood before lapping at the crimson treat, leaving a sizeable mark that he was sure would last for at least a week as it was already beginning to form a rather angry bruise.

"I will need to thank whoever made the drink you partook of profusely tomorrow." Russia smirked as he raised his hips, grinding against America before taking the other country's lips in a bruising kiss.

Russia's head snapped up as he heard the front door opening before glaring at whoever had walked through.

"Ah…We'll just be going then! Thanks for inviting us America…bye!"

"Shit, Now I won't be able to look Finland and Sweden in the yes ever again." Alfred groaned as he let his head fall against the wall. "Just take me inside."

"Are you feeling any better?" Ivan found himself asking as he shut the door behind him before turning to face the blonde.

Without answering America grabbed his wrist and tugged him along until they were inside Alfred's bedroom. Once inside, Alfred slammed the door shut before he literally pushed the slightly startled Russian down onto the bed before pouncing on top of him.

"Hmm let's see. I've been horny since the World meeting when I had that horny ass dream about you and even more so since you've been here and not once, not ONCE have I gotten to be fucked into the sheets and believe me! You are not leaving this damn room until I can't walk for a fucking week Commie bastard!" Alfred yelled as he proceeded to rip Russia's coat off, being sure to not damage the coat of course.

"Oh."

"Oh? Is mighty Russia speechless for once?" Alfred smirked as he straddled the Russian's lap before grinding against the male underneath him, trying to relieve the aching in his nether regions.

"So you had a dream about me?" Russia smirked as he caught the other off guard and flipped their positions, he would be damned if the other thought that he would be the one in charge in any shape or form. "And how did that dream play out, Amerika?" He asked as he punctuated the name, catching on that the other had seemed to love it when he said it like that while he pinned the squirming blonde's hands down above his head.

"Nothing important, just get on with it already."

"Get on with what?" Russia asked as he leaned down, licking along America's collarbones.

"Don't make me say it, I already did once." Alfred pouted even as he arched up into the ash blonde's touch. "Don't think that you can make me bend to your will just because I want your dick up my ass."

"And here I thought you were getting all eloquent on me, how silly of me to assume." Russia smirked, somewhat pleased that America remained feisty and uncontrollable even underneath him and drugged on top of that. It was a remarkable feat to say the least.

"Look, I know we haven't been on the best of terms for a really long time…but I need this and even though I hate to admit it and will regret it later…but you are the only one who will be able to- to…" Alfred bit his lip, knowing what he needed to say but not quite having the strength to say something that would make him seem so undeniably weak in front of the other.

"Just shut up and kiss me asshole." Alfred settled for as he leaned up in order to brush his lips against Russia's in an almost questioning antic.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to not argue with you for once." Ivan smiled as he responded to the kiss with more vigor than Alfred had been expecting but was soon welcomed when he was hit with another wave of the aphrodisiac's effect.

"Uhnn, R-Russia, the drug…pleeeeassse." Alfred groaned out as he panted underneath of the larger country. He had almost forgotten that he had consumed the drug but obviously it was still going strong in his system.

Knowing that he needed to do something quick before it was too much for the blonde, Russia reached down and undid the flag print belt before ripping it off of the blonde before promptly ridding America of his shoes and jeans before hooking his fingers under the band of America's boxers before being stopped by a tug on his scarf.

"y-You too."

"Knowing that America wouldn't let him continue until his clothes had been rid of as well, Russia took his scarf off gently before moving onto his shirt that he threw aside with much less respect before moving on to the rest of his clothes until he was left in his boxers as well. While he had been taking his clothes off, America had somehow managed to sit up and get rid of his shirt, honestly Russia was surprised the smaller country could even talk at this point rather than being reduced to a barely functioning moaning mess. He guessed that he preferred it this way though.

"Ahhnnngghhh" Alfred panted as he pulled Ivan down onto him, sighing as their hips met before grinding up against the country above him.

After successfully containing any moans that might have escaped him, Russia gained his composure from the bucking country under him before once more hooking his fingers under the waistband of America's boxers before pulling them off and letting them slip off the bed, freeing the nation's throbbing member from its confinement, letting it stand at full salute in front of Russia's hungry eyes.

Russia lowered himself until his lips ghosted over the tip of the engorged cock, blowing a bit of cold air onto it before leaning up and presenting three fingers in front of the American's mouth.

"Suck."

Smirking at Russia's need to get right down to it, Alfred promptly opened his mouth, allowing the fingers to enter his mouth before lapping at the digits, making sure to coat each one liberally.

After Russia was satisfied with America's job, he took his hand back before licking America's length and trailing his hand to the ring of muscle before letting his index finger circle around the entrance. Becoming impatient with his own teasing, Russia allowed it to enter the other, surprisingly being met with a bit of resistance even though he had just done this earlier.

"Fuck!" Alfred hissed as Russia began to lightly thrust his finger in and out before adding one more, beginning to scissor the American.

Russia cursed himself as he found himself up against America's bent leg, grinding against the country in time with his thrusts as his fingers loosened the moaning blonde. He hadn't been with anyone in god knows how long and America wasn't helping to keep his composure in check as he mewled with each thrust of his own fingers, eventually wriggling his hips to move with the thrusts after Russia's third finger had joined the first two.

"Do you have any-"

"In the bedside table drawer, closest to the bed." Alfred moaned as Russia continued to thrust his fingers into him while leaning to the side to retrieve the bottle, smirking at the closeness America kept it.

After deeming the blonde stretched enough, Russia popped the cap of the lube open, squirting the gel into his palm, pausing briefly to sniff it, finding that it had a slight apple scent before generously coating his length.

"Ready?"

"Just fuck me already!" Alfred yelled as he brought his legs up to wrap around Russia's waist, bringing the other forward.

Russia didn't waste words as he thrust into the American, needing to pause as he was halfway in, letting the blonde accommodate to his size before gingerly slipping the rest of his length in until he was in to the hilt.

Alfred gasped as he was filled to the brim. He knew that it would hurt seeing as how much larger Russia's size was compared to any other country but the pain hurt all the same. His eyes slightly watered but he was surprised at the slowness Russia was continuing until he was all the way in. Alfred nodded his head, giving Russia permission to start moving.

Russia's breath hitched as he began to shallowly thrust in and out of the willing body beneath him. America was far tighter than he had been expecting even after being stretched and it was nearly painful.

"Go faster!" Alfred moaned as he eventually got used to the large length inside of him and began to rock against the larger country, his hips meeting Russia's with each thrust.

Russia couldn't help himself as he complied with the smaller country's wishes as he immediately began to pound into the blonde underneath him, shuddering at the blissful heat surrounding his member. It was just too good; Alfred continued to moan underneath him, begging for more.

"Ahn, Fuck!"

"Found it." Ivan smiled as he angled his thrusts downwards and continued to hit the bundle of nerves that caused Alfred to scream beneath him.

"Mnn, R-Russia!"

Ivan paused as he looked down at the flushed American, "Say my real name." He honestly didn't know why he had requested it, but he wanted to hear his name fall from the panting lips of the blonde beneath him.

Alfred whimpered at Russia's request, loving the deep and commanding voice. He was so close.

"Ahn, Ivan!" Alfred moaned as the Russian reached down and took his neglected cock in his grasp before stroking him in time with his thrusts before Alfred let out a strangled cry as he came between them. Ivan soon followed afterwards as his length was enveloped in Alfred's quivering heat, rocking into the body under him as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm.

"Damn." Alfred laughed as Russia groaned as he removed himself and lay back onto the bed beside the content American. "That was fucking amazing."

"Da."

"English lost on you at the moment?" Alfred laughed as he reached down and pulled the covers up over them.

"Da." Ivan answered as he rubbed at his eyes, suddenly overcome with the urge to sleep.

Just before falling into a comfortable state of unconsciousness, Russia found himself looking over at the American who had already fallen asleep. He decided that he might just be able to get used to this.


Yay, it finally happened! XD Happy now? :)

Review time XDXDXD:

PhantomMouse 1115: Long live Pittsburgh! I'm glad I made a good decision in setting this fic there. One of my favorite places!

Bumblebeecamaro38: Russia just can't seem to ever win with America :/ ...but he might be sometime soon ;) oh and Russia did get America something else for Christmas, you'll just have to find out next update though.

ItalianPotato444: Spazz away! And yup, Pittsburgh! I love it there so much :)

Curious1here: I'd just like to say thanks for sticking with this fic this whole time. I love that you review for every chapter, it makes me so happy :)

The-Wicked-Girls88: Here is your yaoi! And as to the other half of your account, Wren...I'm so glad you have enjoyed this so far even though you do not like(or used to not) yaoi. Hope you continue to enjoy!

Usagi323: America is a bit of a tease, at least we don't have to wait for him to indulge us anymore! :)