I wrote this fanfic for my own literary enjoyment and wish to share it with other APH fans. The chapters I post here are not to be taken seriously and I apologize if I offend anyone. Also, I do not support or condone any of the themes I use here. Thank you.
MAJOR WARNING: dark themes (blood, gore, violence, death, cannibalism, etc); implied rape and necrophilia; explicit language and sex scenes; inaccurate historical references; slight OOC; NSFW & R-18
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the APH characters or the franchise; Axis Powers Hetalia rightfully belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
~ E pluribus unum ~
~ Out of many, one ~
He lewdly grinds against the hand encircling his heated cock while three fingers roughly piston in and out of his puckered hole. A choked scream rips from his throat as he feels his warm seed spill from the engorged tip, garnishing his lean chest in opaque splotches. His body soon relaxes as he takes in long breathes of air to replenish his exhausted lungs. Amidst the heavy breathing, a wet heat engulfs his softened cock, lapping up the excess globs drizzling down the veined skin.
The nation's lower half becomes enflamed again from the erotic ministrations. Blunt fingernails continue jabbing at his quivering insides, sliding in deeper until they hit that delightful spot within him. His back arches off the pillows when a fourth finger is added, mewling at the pleasurable burn that follows.
"M-More! More…ahh! Harder!" he cries out.
"You are such a needy brat. Four of my fingers are inside you and you're already begging me for more? Naughty boy~"
"I don't c-care…just fuck me. I n-need you."
A satisfied chuckle echoes from the darkness as a heavy body drapes itself over the writhing nation. The hand around his twitching cock is removed while the fingers are slowly extracted from his ass. He whines at the empty feeling. Dry lips brush along his damp brow.
"Slow or quick, my adorable slut?"
"Q-Quick."
"Hmm, my favorite~"
In one swift movement, a thick cock thrusts up his stretched hole, not stopping until it is fully seated. He is not given a chance to adjust when the body above him harshly rolls his hips, pounding at his prostrate in unbridled frenzy. Grunts and moans of varying volumes resonate from the rutting duo. Mouths and tongues clash in a sea of saliva. He yelps when sharp incisors bite his neck, staining the skin in ruby red. Dazed blue eyes flutter closed in elation.
"Leave them open. I want you to watch."
The nation only nods and complies at the kinky request. He watches his lover's erection slide in and out of his ass, and gets a thrill from the slapping skin. A calloused hand wraps around his neglected cock and resumes its stroking.
"Aaahh…I'm gonna come soon."
"Yes, that's it. Come for me, whore."
His climax rises higher and higher to the point where his mind clouds, only focusing on his bodily pleasures.
"Th-There! Almost…I…I…aahh—"
"Mister Jones?"
The knock on his bedroom door causes him the freeze, biting his tongue to keep from screaming out in wantonness and disappointment. Once his breathing is brought back to a semi-normal level, he turns his attention to the closed door.
"Yes, Betsy, what is it?" he asks rather hurriedly.
"I heard loud noises coming from your quarters and I wish to know if you are well, sir."
"I'm fine. Please go back to bed."
Seconds later, light shuffling is heard on the other side of mahogany wood as the pitter-patter of stocking feet walk away. He heavily sighs after the maid left and rolls onto his stomach, pressing his aching hard-on against the lumpy mattress.
"Damn it…now I have to start over again."
Glancing at a large mirror resting adjacent from his bed, America finds his reflection smirking at him while he is not. It bears a similar resemblance to the nation, except for a long scar running across the bridge of his nose and his eyes being a shade darker.
"Then hurry up~" purrs his doppelganger. "I don't have all night."