This will basically be about the bet between the brothers, so America and England won't feature much in this chapter...but they had their whole big wedding so suck it up!

WARNING - SWEARING, FOUL LANGUAGE AND SMEXINESS IN THIS CHAPTER~!

Weddings, Babies and Romantic Brothers

Chapter Ten - The Winner Is

England's pregnancy - Two months three weeks one day

Wedding - Today!

It was a few hours after America and England's first dance and the party was in full swing now. There was a karaoke set up on the dance floor, where a drunken France had taken it upon himself to try and drag any unwilling man for a duet in the hope of a quick grope and feel. The children were running around, giggling as they played tag, ducking and diving around the tables. The alcohol was certainly flowing right now, atleast everyone was pretty drunk. Well, not exactly everyone...

"See, Jack and Ianto...they were meant for each other..." grumbled Wales as he downed another drink. "But then...stupid aliens...went and killed Ianto! Why? Why is it always the Welsh that get killed?"

China, who had been left to sit next to the drunken Welshman could only sigh as he patted the other's back. After America and England's dance, Wales had rushed to the bar to intoxicate himself in alcohol. In all honesty, he had no idea who Jack or Ianto was (or why aliens were for some reason involved). However, what he could understand was that for some reason, Wales was upset and he was acting like the rock that the brunette needed.

"I...I'm sure everything will be fine aru..." the Asian replied, gently rubbing Wales' back. "But...you're happy with your life, right aru?"

Wales pouted as he stared at the three Chinas...wait three? No that was silly...there were four of them in front of him! Four, beautiful and totally sexy Chinas...

"Y'know...yer reeeaaaally cute..." Wales giggled, wrapping an arm around China's waist and snuggling closer to him. "I could make ye really happy..."

That was enough to set a blush on the Asian's face, and he was about to reply to the request when Wales leaned too far forward and ended up falling off his seat and hitting the floor. China blinked as he stared down at the Welshman on the floor, poking his cheek to check that he was alright. His response was a faint snoring coming from the brunette. He had fallen asleep.

"Aiyah..." China mumbled, trying to pull Wales up so he could get him to a hotel room. It wouldn't do if someone stood on him after all, he would feel responsible.

Meanwhile, away from the prying eyes of the singing room and in the hallway, Scotland and Australia were in a battle of dominance as their kisses heated up even more. Scotland gave a soft grunt as he was pinned to the wall by the muscles Australian. "Fuck Cody, let me top tonight, c'mon..." whined Scotland, leaning forward to nip Australia's neck.

However the Aussie merely chuckled at the Scot's request. "C'mon Hamish...name a time when you've topped me..." he purred, slipping a hand beneath Scotland's kilt. Scotland moaned at the feel of the attack on his vital regions. Somewhere in his mind, he was trying to remember that he had a bet to win...however, his alcohol fueled mind was just coaxing him to have any kind of sex, whether he was topping or bottoming.

"Bloody macho man..." Scotland growled as he pulled Australia's lips down to kiss him passionately again...and they resumed the not-so-much battle for dominance.

Sitting up at the bar was the red headed Northern Ireland, casually sipping his beer as he watched the organised mayhem break out. It was funny really, to be an on looker on this. So far, both Wales and Scotland, as far as he could see were out of the bet. Now all he had to do was get someone to fuck and he didn't need to pay for alcohol for a whole year, and for him that would be a brilliant treat. Even with his drowsy appearance, he noticed the rather large Russian occupying the seat next to him.

"It is all rather amusing, isn't it comrade?" chuckled the Russian as he took a swig from his vodka bottle. "Watching others who cannot handle their alcohol..."

Northern Ireland simply nodded, his turquoise eyes obviously eyeing up the silver haired man. Now, he didn't mind which way he took it - he could happily let Scotland totally dominate him, yet he didn't mind dominating as well. Considering Russia's...generous build, he assumed that if he went with this option, he would have a sore arse in the morning. Then again, if he went with the easier, French option, he was likely to have been drugged. That settled it then - he would win the bet with Russia.

"Mm I know..." the Irishman muttered, undoing his tri-colour bow tie and letting it drop onto the bar. He couldn't help but notice how the Russian's violet eyes fell onto the milky skin of his neck that had been revealed. Well atleast he was assured that Russia was interested in him now. Should he be blunt and get right to the point?

Russia leaned forward so that his lips were just brushing Northern Ireland's. "Become one with Russia, da...?" he whispered, flicking his tongue out to lick the shell of the red head's ear.

The turquoise eyed man couldn't help but shiver at the feeling, seemed that Russia could be even more blunt than him. He tilted his head to look at the other with half lidded eyes, lips curling into a sort of lazy smirk. "Your room then~?"

...

Russia captured Northern Ireland's lips into a lustful and passionate kiss as he pinned the smaller man to his bed. He found the Irishman to be a rather obscure but beautiful creature that captured his eye - the pale skin, bloody red hair, turquoise eyes...and he could handle his alcohol, which was wonderfully suited to him. Northern Ireland moaned into the kiss, parting his lips as he allowed the Russian to invade his mouth. He could taste the vodka from the other's mouth and it was driving him crazy almost. He had never been fond of vodka, but tasting it from the other nation drove him wild. He wanted to taste more of it...he wanted to taste more of Russia...

Northern Ireland was snapped out of his thoughts as the kiss was broken, save for the trail of saliva that connected their lips until it snapped. Russia smirked down at the red head as his fingers nimbly undid the other's shirt. Northern Ireland sat up so that Russia could slip the garment from his chest, noting how the Russian's eyes raked over his bare chest. "Beautiful..." Russia purred, leaning down to latch onto one of the Irishman's nipples and sucking hard. That made Northern Ireland gasp harshly, he didn't realise how rough the other nation was going to be...

"Now my little red sunflower..." whispered Russia as he brushed his lips against Northern Ireland's. "Why don't you bend over for Russia, da?"

Luckily enough for Northern Ireland, his natural blush hid how warm his cheeks actually felt at that comment. Alright, so the Russian was overwhelmingly dominating. Though the dirty talk was kind of turning him on a lot. With a gulp, Northern Ireland rolled over so that his ass was in the air, tilting his head to give Russia a rather pleading 'fuck me' look. "Mm...come on Russia..." he murmured, licking his lips. "Call me Ivan~" the other nation replied, who was quick to discard his coat and shirt as he drank up the image of the provocatively positioned Irishman on his bed. The Irishman shuddered at the dark tone that Russia's voice took, though he wasn't gonna lie there and do nothing. He gave his own smirk as he slipped his hands down to undo his belt, slowly tugging down his pants to reveal his ass. "Then you can call me Dara..." Northern Ireland replied, grinning eagerly.

Russia reached into the bed side drawer, rummaging before he pulled out a bottle of hand lotion. Not ideal, but it would have to do. It would do its not intended purpose after all. Ivan tugged down his pants and kicked them off, spreading the lotion over his fingers generously. He hummed quietly as he circled one finger over Northern Ireland's entrance, enjoying how the boy shivered at his touch. With a quiet 'kolkolkol' he slipped the digit into the red head, loving the pained groan the Irishman gave in response. Waiting a few more moments for Dara to adjust, Russia then slipped in another finger in order to stretch Northern Ireland with a scissor like motion.

"A-Ahh...I-Ivan..." moaned Northern Ireland, rocking himself back against the digits in a desperate need for more. The pain had quickly vanished (probably due to the large quantity of alcohol he had drank before hand) and he just needed to be fucked now! "S-Stop stallin', I need you now..." he whined. Russia licked his lips slightly at the command, pulling out his fingers and lathering his hard cock with more of the lotion (luckily there was enough left in the small bottle to cover every inch...and there was a lot of inches on that). Russia placed one hand on Northern Ireland's slim waist, relishing at the sight of the waiting nation who was panting and needy for his cock. Without even a moments hesitation, Ivan thrust into the red headed man, earning him a loud yelp of mixed pain and pleasure.

Northern Ireland groaned loudly, finding the combination of both hurt and pleasure somewhat intoxicating. Atleast he was finally getting screwed. "M-Move..." he murmured, biting his bottom lip hard as he moved back against Russia with a hiss of pain. Ivan took note of this and soon a steady rhythm was made of Russia thrusting into the Irish nation and of said red head rocking back to meet the Russian's thrusts. The room was filled with the moans and groans of each man's names, among the heavy panting also. Soon Northern Ireland's body was glistening with sweat and his body decorated in red love bites, while Russia simply had the joy of the layer of sweat his body had gained from the vigorous pounding he was doing into the other nation's backside.

"F-Fuck...Dara..." grunted Russia, shutting his eyes tight. He was near his peak, he just knew it, yet pride was forcing him not to cum before his little red sunflower. With that in mind, he reached a hand round underneath the slim man's body, roughly grabbing his proud erection and stroking him hard. Northern Ireland practically screamed Russia's name as his orgasm spilled into the silverette's hand. The feel of Daras body tightening around him was enough to tip Russia over the edge, spilling his seed inside of the Irishman. The next seconds were filled with heavy panting as Russia pulled out of Northern Ireland, collapsing onto the messy sheets next to him. Northern Ireland winced at the pain in his backside but nonetheless curled up next to the strong violet eyed wonder.

"I win..." Northern Ireland chuckled quietly, shutting his eyes.

"What was that...?" mumbled Russia, tired violet eyes glancing down at the red head.

"Oh...nuthin..." the Irish nation muttered back, slowly slipping off into a pleasured slumber. Russia was also quick to follow after kissing the other's lips one last time.

End of Chapter

*just finished cleaning up nose bleed*

The fail sex was fail...*hangs head in shame*

There you have it...Northern Ireland won the bet!

Why did he win the bet? Simple reason...

...Everyone loves Scotland and Wales, you guys needed a reason to love Northern Ireland! He got a whole chapter of sex! LUCKY HIM!

Yea, even though Scotland is manly...in his relationship with Australia, he has only topped twice. Poor guy.

Plus Wales got WAY too drunk, so he forgot about the bet.

NEXT CHAPTER...USUK fluffy times!

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