Author's note

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Alfred gripped the steering wheel, taking a deep breath before reaching down. "B-Bel, you really don't have to and probably shouldn't uhh... do this." he wanted to kick himself for saying that. Only a damn fool would turn away the advances of someone they loved so much. Belarus sighed a frowned before sitting back up again. She turned to the window and leaned on her arm, looking out it. She could see across the river the carnival they were just at a few hours ago. Alfred looks over at her for a moment and sighs. "Dude, I'm not really that mad... a little bitter that you tricked me and Pruss, but not mad or upset or anything." They come to a red light where he leans over and kisses her cheek softly, causing her to smile.

"Yes well, I feel a bit bad about it. I made you so grumpy and I hate seeing my Alfred in a bad mood." her mind drifts back to when they were apart. The stories that Belgium told her about how he wouldn't sleep or play video games or even eat. Three things that she couldn't imagine him not doing in the span of ten minuets let alone weeks. Even now as they were sitting at the red light she was sure he was going through his phone to check his leaderboard standings on some game or another. She smiled at him and leaned over, leaning on his shoulder as he drove... something that she assumed was far less dangerous than what she had originally planned. They drove for a while longer before they reached his house. He parked in the garage and like a gentleman, went around the car (more like slid over the hood) to open the door for his woman. She gave a cute little curtsy and proceeded into the hour where she yawned and stretched, cracking her back a little.

"Sleepy hun?" he said as he leaned in to give her a little kiss. She smiled into it as they moved to their room. Belarus removed her bow, placing it down on the end table.

"Da, I had quite an exhausting day being molested by an albino." she frowns and gripes a little. America chuckles slightly.

"C'mon, don't be so hard on him." they both rather immaturely snerk at 'hard on'. Belarus flashes him an 'oh you' face as she starts getting undressed. Alfred is right behind her. She puts on one of his button down shirts over her undergarments and he throws on a plain old Spider-man t-shirt while he wears his boxers underneath. The plop into bed and give a simultaneous sigh of relief and content, causing them to smirk at each other.

"Hey, Alfred..." she says, playfully running a well manicured finger up and down his chest.

"Ya babe?" he raises an eyebrow as he holds her closer with his hand around her and on her hip.

"How is it... that you can be such and enormous dork and I'm not talking a normal one, like the most colossal most goofy person I have ever met and yet still be so cool?" she grins at him a little and pokes his chest. Alfred smirks and rolls his eyes slightly.

"Well how is it that you can be so crazy and stabby and yet still be one of the sweetest cupcakes I ever met?" he boops her nose, causing her to pout a little.

"Nyet. You are the cute." she giggles and nuzzles his neck, holding him tight. She felt it. That same warmth and loving attitude that America radiated. She felt so safe and calm and happy when she was with him like this. Alfred on the other hand felt happier than when the McRib was in season. She could be mean, and rude and a little abrasive at times, but he knew that all she really wanted was love and affection.

Belarus nuzzles her lover's neck a bit more before turning back to her original position she looks back to see none other than a nice little Floridian tent. Belarus rolls her eyes and looks back up at Alfred who's blushing and looking away from her with a smile. "C-couldn't help it dude! You're smushing your boobs against me and being all affectionate and cute. Not to mention I'm still pretty riled up from the car." Belarus let out a soft chuckle and shakes her head. She moves her leg over him and mounts him, kissing him and slowly kissing down his jawline to his neck where she grins, breathing her warm breath on a rather sensitive area for the young country. Alfred has already melted beneath her, turning him into a pile of hormonal mush. She moves her hips a little now, pressing her already decently moist panties onto his rod, rubbing them through their underwear. They both begin to breathe more heavily as she moves her hips on him. Her panties growing wetter and wetter and America's rod throbbing as it's stimulated. America takes a deep breath and reaches over to pull his shirt off her then easily unhooking her bra in the middle of their kissing. She in tern removes his shirt and her bra, tossing all the articles of clothing to the floor. Slowly she reaches down and begins to tug at his boxers while Alfred hooks his fingers around her panties, pulling them down as well. They did a pretty decent job at simultaneous underwear removal as Belarus sits on top of Alfred, both completely nude. "So, should I get a condom?" he asks quietly, praying it didn't ruin the mood. Belarus nods and Alfred digs into the end table drawer, puling out one of his birthday condoms.

After slipping it on Bela immediately hovered her wet, wanting womanhood over the country's warm cock, holding her lips wide open with her fingers as she slowly plunged herself onto it. She let out a soft moan of pleasure and held her fists to America's chest and he grit his teeth. Never do quite get used to how hot and tight it is. After a second Nat lifts herself up off him, bringing herself up to the tip and sliding back down again, slowly but surely picking up to pace of her ride until she was in full on cowgirl mode. They moaned and panted, her sweat dripped down onto him. Her hands plaster onto his chest for support as his hands guided her bucking by holding her hips. They felt so wonderful, so complete during this moment. Their bodies were one and filled with pleasure. Alfred soon sits up, wrapping his arms around her and beginning to thrust his his upwards into her. Her delight was obvious as her voice jumped up an octave, something that gave Al immense pleasure and satisfaction. He ran his hands up her back, holding her close as he thrust into her. Her breasts rubbing up against his chest with each bounce.

Al can feel her almost collapsing in his arms from the pleasure so he swishes positions. He places her gently on her back and holds her hips again. She places her forearm over her forehead and looks up at him with the most pitiful pleading eyes. The ones that just screamed for more intimacy. It drove him up the wall. He begins to slam into her again, gripping her hips tighter as they sweat more. He grit his teeth as her walls began to squeeze around his manhood. Her moaning turned into screams of pleasure as her climax came closer.

"Ah~! Alfreeeed!" she cried out as she came, her back arching and her fists balled tight around the bed sheets. Alfred came right after she did, letting out a low moan that resembled her name. He thrust a few more times, beads of sweat falling off him still and onto her. As he opened her eyes he saw that wonderful image. Her smiling, cheeks flushed, looking absolutely pleased.

He tosses the condom into the wastebasket near his bed and gets them both a towel from his closet. "Here you go babe." he says as he tosses it to her and picks up his boxers and his shirt for her to wear. After they towel off all the sweat and other fluids Alfred clings to her tight, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his head square in her chest. Belarus too has her arms lazily wrapped around him. Her hand moves up and begins playing with his hair.

"You were wonderful my love." she says as she kisses the top of his head. Alfred smiles and hisses her chest.

"Heh, I couldn't last very long because of how amazing you look." he says, nuzzling her a bit. "I love you Natty." Belarus smiles at this, holding him a bit tighter now.

"Sweety, you know I enjoy cuddling with you almost as much as the sex itself, but you really drained me for fluids. Can I perhaps get up and get some water? While I am up, would you like a sandwich?" She says, getting out from his grasp to stand up and stretch. Alfred sighs a little and nods. "What kind would you like dear?" she says in response.

"Turkey and Swiss with honey mustard." he says with a little grin as he looks at her with his head propped up and one of his arms. She nods and makes her way to the kitchen, Alfred on the other hand goes to change the sheets. She gets her glass of water and begins work on her love's sandwich. She easily finds the turkey, bread and cheese but the mustard is on the top of the shelf in the pantry, and Belarus is not exactly Shaq. She stretches and strains to reach it with no avail. She grumbles a little and grits her teeth, clearly losing her temper. She tries jumping, but it makes everything in the pantry shake and wobble, so maybe that's a bad idea. She growls now, staring at the mustard that was just out of reach. She stares... and stares until she reaches for the kitchen knife and throws it with deadly accuracy! It pierces the mustard and wobbles it to the floor!

"Ha! You believed you could outsmart me, yes mustard? Stupid condiment. You will not stand between my love and his post coitus hunger!" she snaps at the mustard. She stands and turns to the pantry door to see America standing there barely containing his snickering. When he note that she's seen him he bursts into laughter, making Belarus blush.

"Bah ha ha ha, dude, why didn't you just grab a chair and stand on it?!" she hadn't thought of that for some reason. Maybe he really did fuck her brains out, she thought to herself as she facepalms. After he's done laughing he gives her a little kiss on the forehead. "It's still sweet I guess." she smiles a little, feeling less embarrassed. The sit at the table and America splits the sandwich, giving each other cute little looks as they enjoy their meal.

With love,

~Disliked.