"Damn Commie bastard!" America hissed and yanked Arthur into his arms, forcefully removing Russia's fingers. Russia let out a low growl.
"America..." he growled and two large arms wrapped themselves around the small Brit's waist, pulling him back. Now he was in a small tug-of-war between the two larger nations.
"Now listen here, Russia! I'm the hero, so I am going to be his first!" England heard the American snarle. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt how close AMerica was to him.
"Well, you stupid American, you agreed with the deal that I would have him first, da?" Russia growled, a few 'kol's slipping from his lips. Now England became overly aware of something hard poking up against the bottom of his spine.
A heavy blush settled on his cheeks as he figure out what it was. But he was drawn from those thoughts as he felt himself be shoved over onto his stomach and his butt forced up in the air.
"How about I let you prepare him. Then you will stop being so annoying, da?" Russia said and England blushed, now noticing that they didn't even give a shit about what he thought.
"Fine..." the American muttered, seeming to be not so happy. England opened his mouth to say something but an object at his entrance stopped him. There was a shift on the bed and heavy footsteps coming toward him. A large hand cupped his chin and forced it up. A small mewl escaped Arthur's lips as something hot and hard was pressed up against his cheek.
"Be a good gentleman and suck~" Ivan commanded, moving England's face so the tip rested on his bottom lip. England slowly opened up his lips, taking the tip of the Russian's massive length into his mouth. The Russian's free hand easily grabbed the back of his head, forcing him all the way down to the hilt. Tears pricked at the edge of his eyes as he resisted the urge to gag. "Good boy~" Russia chuckled and released his hand from the others head, but keeping it a small distance away, making sure that England couldn't stop.
"Don't be too brutal, commie. It's his first time giving a BJ..." America sounded annoyed and an opening to something was stuck into the Brit's entrance, freezing liquid gel pouring into his ass. England let out a loud gasp, barely audible with the dick in his mouth, though Ivan seemed to love it. He thrust his hips forward, shoving just a small bit more into the Englishman's mouth. America removed the bottle that he knew had to be lube and replaced it with one finger, making Arthur moan, sending vibrations through Russia's length.
"He's good for a newbie. You really are a virgin, da?" Russia asked, faux skepticism as he grabbed Arthur's head and began to move it up and down his member. England slowly got what he was supposed to do and began to move his head without having Russia lead him. America made another sound before shoving another finger in, making Arthur moan again.
England could feel America smirking as he slowly started to scissor his fingers back and forth, occasionally stopping to massage Arthur's insides. England had to force himself not to stop sucking Russia off, but it was a lot harder than he thought. America seemed to want him to stop and was pleasuring him as much as possible to make it happen.
"Hurry up, America. You are taking way too much time. If you don't hurry you know what I will do, da?" Ivan asked coldly and America huffed.
"For him not to get hurt, I'd have to fist him, and that is slow and painful sequence!" Alfred answered curtly, adding another finger. Russia let out a dark chuckle.
"Then maybe I should prepare him, da?" Ivan asked and England felt Alfred shake his head.
"No way in hell," the American answered, before adding another finger. Arthur whimpered and squirmed.
'How many is that, now?' he thought, trying to wrap his mind around thinking. 'Three...? No... Four... i think...'
America laughed lightly as he thrust his fingers in and out of the Englishman, opening his fingers to open the Englishman more. Russia growled and grabbed the back of the Englishman's head again, moving it back and forth quickly and not-so-gently. England gagged with every movement only to moan when Alfred would thrust into a certain spot in him, sending him into complete bliss for a few seconds.
After a good long while of his ass being prepared till it was numb and Russia thrusting into his mouth so hard he couldn't feel it, they both pulled away. England let out a small mewl as he was left completely. There was a shift of weight and two pairs of footsteps. One was America's and the other was Russia's. A large weight settled on the bed behind England and two large hands gripped his waist, hauling him into someones lap. Arthur guessed it was Russia.
"Now Arthur, you will scream for me... da?" Russia whispered into the Brit's ear, nipping at it. Before Arthur could respond he was lifted up and something much larger and hotter than Alfred's fingers was forced inside of him.
And he did what Ivan wanted.
A pain and pleasure filled scream erupted from his throat.