I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. I'm planning to watch The Americans (2013 TV series) which is set during the Cold War period in the 1980s and it is the story of Elizabeth & Philip Jennings (Two Soviet KGB officers) posing as an American married couple in the suburbs of Washington D.C. and their neighbor Stan Beeman (FBI Counter-Intelligence agent). The plot sounds pretty interesting :)

Warning: Alfred does stuff to himself in the shower...

My Pretty Little Sunflower

By waterrain

A couple of weeks went by slowly. Alfred woke up feeling odd, he felt a bit frightened, and didn't know how to make whatever it is go away. He decided to wake up Ivan by placing a hand on his shoulder and lightly shaking him. The violet eyed Russian woke up.

"What is wrong?" Ivan asked sleepily and Alfred started to cry which caused the Russian man to be alarmed. "Are you hurt?"

Alfred struggled to explain, Ivan turned on the light, and noticed where the American is pointing his index finger downwards. Afterwards Ivan completely understands what his sunflower is trying to tell him.

"...Somtimes the penis is erected...aroused..hard for no reason..and it looks a bit different from normal.." Ivan said slowly and struggling to come up with the words. "To be rid..of that uncomfortable feeling you take a cold shower, da. A nice cold shower."

Alfred blinked his eyes, he noticed Ivan's cheeks are slightly flushed, and the Russian looks rather uncomfortable.

"At times it becomes that way even though you do not wish for...the penis..to do that..In a way it is your enemy and used against you." Ivan muttered, he gets out of bed, and swiftly gathers together an outfit for Alfred to put on.

"Here. Take cold shower and change into this after you are done." Ivan informed him and placed the outfit into Alfred's arms.

"Isn't there another way to take care of this.." Alfred trailed off.

"..There is masturbation...which means you touch yourself." Ivan commented quietly to him.

"How exactly do I touch myself? I do not want to end up hurting myself." Alfred said to him and the Russian remained quiet. "Maybe you could show me how you masturbate?"

"No." Ivan said firmly, arms crossed, and cheeks burning. He normally doesn't wake up feeling aroused or anything. The rare times it does occur he makes sure to have the shower on a cold setting, puts a wash cloth between his lips to keep himself quiet, close his eyes, and gently touch himself to make it fade away. Always making sure to keep the bathroom door locked after all doesn't want anyone walking in on him.

"Are there other ways to take care of it?" Alfred asked Ivan. The American boy recalled how he made Ivan feel better, but best not to mention that to the Russian.

"...Yes..and you'll find out once you are older, but for now those ways shall be like buried treasure." Ivan replied to him. "Anyway just take a cold shower."

Alfred nodded his head, walked out, closed the door, walked, and went into the bathroom.

'I'll buy a sex education book. He can read it and learn about stuff that way.' Ivan thought and he walked out of his bedroom. 'I'm no good at explaining that kind of thing and I feel rather resentful towards...my penis and my body for always reacting to Yao...It is humiliating the reactions of my body...my mind and heart says no, but my body says yes.'

"If he asked how to kill someone..I would be able to tell him how in many different ways...what to do with the dead body...and I would have no problems in explaining." Ivan muttered to himself as he grabbed his keys, walked out the door, and got into his car.

Alfred turned the shower on and making sure it was slightly cold, but not too cold for he didn't want to freeze.

The twelve year old American thought about what occurred on that day he gave to Yao the tea full of laxatives. He recalled how he found Ivan wearing a dark blue dress which was flipped up about half-way, blind-folded, earmuffs on his ears, and tied to the bed.

He remembered that Ivan's manhood looked a bit different. Alfred thought for a moment about what Ivan had told him so far and he came to the conclusion that Ivan must have been aroused due to the fact it was a bit different. How he curiously put his hand between Ivan's legs, feeling it with his palm, Ivan making odd noises, his hand going faster, Ivan breathing faster, and hips arching upwards into his touch.

Alfred placed his hand between his legs and started to touch himself. He remembered how Ivan whispered 'I can't take it anymore', legs opening up more, accidently touching it with his lips, and how Ivan quietly begged for more. He recalled Ivan's tears, flushed cheeks, hips arched, and him softly asking 'Can you use your mouth'. How he helped Ivan by using his mouth, his hands caressing Ivan's thighs, Ivan making those strange noises, and what came out was a bit bitter.

He gasped, his body felt a bit weak, and glanced down at his hand. It is the same as what came out of Ivan. He recalled faintly Yao's words 'You are so hard, Ivan. I see you have a bit of cum' and wrinkled his nose...he didn't like how Yao said that at all.

'Not sure of the reason, but I didn't like the sound of Yao's voice when he said that to Ivan.' Alfred thought as he washed himself off. He turned off the shower, dried off, and got dressed. Ivan arrived holding a book and smiling brightly.

"I have a book for you. It will explain everything." Ivan commented cheerfully, he handed Alfred the book, and the American blinked his eyes.

"Uh...Ivan..It is in Russian. I know a bit of Russian, but I don't think I know enough to be able to understand this book." Alfred said in a low voice. Ivan's cheeks turned slightly pink and he gently grabs the book.

"I'll write an English translation for you." Ivan informed him.

"You could read it to me like a bed time story." Alfred commented while smiling brightly at him and looking up into Ivan's violet eyes. He briefly noticed Ivan faintly blushing, the Russian shakes his head at him, and pats the American gently on the head.

"It is best for it to be read silently...it's not a bed time story." Ivan said in a low voice and Alfred grins at him.

"Ivan why do you look embarrassed?" Alfred asked the violet eyed Russian.

"Anyway, I will be writing an English translation and then all of your questions...about your body and so on will be answered." Ivan commented while walking away to the kitchen. He grabs a pen, places the book down on the kitchen table, and sat down. Alfred sits down next to him. The Russian focused on writing down an English translation of the book. It was easier to write it down compared to actually explaining out loud to Alfred.

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