And so chapter 2 of Hamburger street!
This came out more soap opera than comedy but I don't think that's such a bad thing...I'LL TRY TO MAKE IT MORE WACKY! I PROMISE!
Until then, ENJOY!
It had been hard for the American to return to sleep but, somehow, he managed. Nevertheless, his sleep was restless and he woke up in the actual morning feeling like a zombie. Russia had laughed at him and told him to rest some more but America knew that it wouldn't make much of a difference.
"Hey…what do you think about my brother?" He asked.
Russia pulled his shirt off and gave his lover a puzzled look, "Cute kid, like you, why?"
"I don't know…would you ever go out with him?" America continued trying to be discrete but seemingly failing.
Russia smirked, "Is this because of that time, at the waffle house?"
America had been puzzled for a minute but soon remembered when they were about to go on an actual date, that Russia had brought up that Canada was the total package and would be a better lover than America. Suddenly, he started to feel angry at that again and began to pout.
"Yeah…it's completely because of that…" America started grumpily. "That was mean, you know?"
Russia walked over and kissed him, "How about we get undress and take a shower together, da?" He suggested.
"That's just an excuse for sex." America stated, "And you still didn't answer my question!"
"Of course." Russia grinned and scooped America into his arms heading towards the bathroom.
"What's that supposed to mean you big perv!" America shrieked, blushing.
The two lovers entered the bathroom and began undressing themselves as they kissed. Russia's hands roamed over the ensemble of America's chest and pinched his nipples playfully; drawing mewls from the smaller man's mouth.
"This early in the morning, hun?" America asked between pants.
"Is there a problem?"
America chuckled and grinned as he jumped into the shower, "Join me." He said trying to sound manly, "And maybe I can try topping?"
Russia turned on the water in the shower, spraying America with ice cold water causing him to shriek.
"You bastard!" America growled jumping into Russia's arms, away from the cold water, "You could have just said no!"
"I could have, but the water was more appropriate." Russia responded rising the water's temperature and embarking in the shower holding America. "Because you will never top me, ever."
"Not even…once?" America asked with a hopeful smile.
"Not even." Russia replied affirmatively.
The two resumed kissing but it was Russia who took over rapidly. He pushed his tongue pass America's lips and began rubbing them together in a pleasurable friction. As he was doing so, he trailed his hands down America's wet body and down to his crotch.
America gasped, breaking the kiss only for a few seconds before thrusting his lower part into Russia's touch and increasing the kiss's speed and sloppiness. Russia wrapped his hand around America's dick and began to thrust rapidly increasing the level of moans coming from America. He rubbed the tip of the erected organ having America break the kiss completely and moan clutching the broad Russian.
"I-I hate it when you do that…" America moaned as he leaned into Russia's touch.
"Really? Your little Alfie, down there, seems to say otherwise." Russia smirked.
"Bastard…"
America's moan became more frequent as his climax approached. He wrapped his arms around Russia's neck and clawed at his back as he was overcome by the sensation of pure bliss. The sudden image of Canada's face as he choked him in his dream resurfaced and cause America to gasp in horror but Russia took it as a gasp of pleasure.
"Fuck!" America groaned. "Russia!"
America spilled his warm seeds all over Russia's hand and partly on his chest but it was soon washed away with the shower water. The blond uke gripped Russia possessively as he continued to see the face of his jealous brother in his mind.
He's mine…he's mine—
"Well aren't you clingy." Russia teased as he groped America's butt.
America jolted, distracted for a mere moment, but relaxed as his mind returned to his brother. He remembered the gaze filled with pure hate without any regret, he could almost remember the feeling of Canada's fingers around his neck, slowly tightening. Unconsciously, he reached for his neck.
"Something wrong?" Russia asked looking mildly concerned.
"No…" America said without sounding the least bit convincing.
"Is it because of earlier?" Russia asked, "Because I didn't answer the question of who I prefer?"
America began to feel angry. They were having a moment, they were having sex in the shower, why did he have to think about his boyfriend-stealing-brother during their time? The answer: He didn't and so he wouldn't.
"You know what?" America growled turning his back to Russia, "Who gives a crap about my brother? Screw me in the ass instead!"
"You're so random." Russia laughed, hugging America tightly, "You drive me crazy…"
Without warning, Russia pushed his erection pass America's entrance and deep inside of him. America let out a loud yelp and growled, however the rough action didn't hurt as much as it should have due to the events that occurred last night, before the two had went to bed.
"You're such a dick!" America squeaked looking back, "Why didn't you warn me, you beast!"
"It doesn't matter; you'll start feeling the pleasure soon."
Russia began to thrust in and out of America, which had been painful at first, but slowly the pleasure did sink in and America was moaning uncontrollably, clutching at the shower wall. Russia reached around and began pumping America's erection once more augmenting the intensity of pleasure.
Soon enough, both men were reaching their climaxes. "Russia!" America moaned again.
"I love you!" Russia groaned just before he released his load into America.
There had been a moment of silence in the shower, where no word was spoken and no sound of pleasure moaned. Only the quiet melody of panting with the plopping of hundreds of water drops on the ground resounded until a passion was confessed once more.
"I love you…" Russia repeated as he pulled out, "I sincerely love you…"
America turned around and looked Russia straight in the eyes.
"Do you really mean that?" America asked.
"Da." Russia smiled.
America smiled but his lips quivered, ultimately betraying how moved he was by the confession. "Same." America chocked out, "I love you too."
America pressed his lips against Russia's in a sweet kiss that was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing.
"Son of a bitch!" America snapped at the phone, "We were having a moment!"
"Just answer the phone." Russia chuckled.
America walked out of the bathroom, slipping a few times and finally reached the phone. He jumped on his bed, not caring that he got it all wet, and answered.
"Hello, you have just ruined a beautiful, romantic moment with my boyfriend, I hope you're happy." America greeted sarcastically.
"Good morning to you too." Canada sneered.
America's heart stopped. "C-Canada…" he mumbled.
"Hello." Canada repeated slowly before laughing, "What's up with you? You sound like I'm the Chainsaw Massacre guy from Texas."
"Right…ha ha ha…" America laughed slowly and awkwardly, "S-so…why did you call?"
"Did you really forget?" Canada asked sounding exasperated, "I guess I should be used to it…Anyways, we made plans to go out. Bring Tony, Kuma…something misses him."
"U-uh…today?" America asked uneasily.
"No yesterday."
"That confused me."
"I was being sarcastic."
"Oh."
"Is there a problem?" Canada asked.
"U-um…I'm kind of busy…" America lied.
"With Russia?" Canada guessed.
"Y-yea…because we're super in love…and stuff…" America added quickly.
"Of course…" Canada had gotten much more quiet and very suddenly too, which didn't help America feel at ease at all, "I guess we can go out some other time."
"Yeah…sorry bro…" America mumbled feeling somewhat guilty.
"It's fine…you should enjoy your time with him…"
America jolted when hearing that. Why would he say that? He wondered suspiciously, Unless he's thinking of breaking us up…?
"Why?" America asked angrily.
"What do you mean why?" Canada asked confused.
"Why would you say that?"
"B-because you never know when it'll come to an end…" Canada explained without realising he was digging himself inside a bigger hole, "You should enjoy yourselves to the fullest before it's over…"
"Why would it be over!" America questioned with an accusing tone.
"I-I don't know…" Canada stuttered, "I-it's just that nothing lasts forever…"
"What if we do! What then?" America growled.
Canada was silent for a few minutes but America soon realised that his brother had simply hung up. Angrily, he threw the phone against the wall before hiding his face in his hands and screaming.
Why did this have to happen! Why couldn't he fall in love with someone else!
Canada hung up the phone and quietly stared at his hand; he easily noticed the trembling that he felt through out his entire being. Kumajirou jumped on the couch next to him and nuzzled his soft face against his arm as if to comfort his master.
"Who?" The polar bear asked.
"Canada…" he responded, surprised that his voice was choked.
Kumajirou shook his head, "No, who made you cry?"
Canada reached to his cheeks and noticed that he was, in fact, crying. With that realisation, Canada's sobs grew as he hid his face in his hands. Kumajirou walked onto Canada's lap and leaned against his chest.
"D-do you think…he'll love me?" Canada sobbed, "A-after this?"
"America?" Kumajirou asked.
Canada shook his head, "No…him…"
I dunno...my sex scenes are getting rusty...that or I'm getting lazy
I think it's the latter...
Anyways, brotherly drama begins! WHO FEELS SORRY FOR CANADA!
Next chapter...eventually... wacky shit's gonna go down!
SEE YOU LATER!