So after a temporary writer's block for all my stories, I've made progress! MUAHAHAAA!
EDIT: So I actually wrote something here without thinking it through and realised that it was actually a spoiler! LOL, I'm so brilliant sometimes. Anyways, I was basically just saying that the thing I added here made me progress with this story...or something...
My cat was killing me with her tail, she totally wanted my awesome attention.
What?
ENJOY
After hearing the phone crash to the wall, America was greeted by the sexy sight of his wet, slightly worried lover. Russia had pestered him briefly about the reason the phone was shattered and dirtying the floor but America had insisted that he would punch the former's face in if he wouldn't drop the topic.
"You're so violent." Russia chuckled.
"Says the guy who beats people to death with a lead pipe." America retorted in a mumbled.
"Now, don't go making accusations," Russia smirked devilishly, "The police was never able to prove anything."
America shivered, that was the last thing he was expecting to hear but, then again, it didn't surprise him all that much.
America threw himself on the bed and laid on his back, he then raised his arms towards Russia as an invitation. Russia grinned and removed the towel that had been his only piece of clothing after leaving the shower and crawled over the world power.
"You want to get dirty again?" Russia chuckled playfully, "Just after we took a shower too."
America smiled as he wrapped his arms around Russia's neck and pulled him closer, "Don't go telling me you actually care." He whispered.
The two then shared a kiss that soon turned into more. Russia's hands were travelling America's chest and pinching his nipples playfully only to collect mewls in return. How he loved hearing the smaller, blond man's voice.
"Touch me…" America breathed lustfully as he rotated his hips as an indication to where, "Down there…"
Just as Russia was about to do so, his cell phone vibrated on the night stand catching his attention and halting everything he was doing.
"Oh come on!" America whined, "You're not actually going to let that stop you, are you!?"
Russia smiled and kissed him quickly before reaching for his phone, "Don't worry, it'll only be a –" Russia paused when seeing the number appearing on the small screen, "Actually…I'll be right back…"
Before America could protest or whine, Russia had quickly grabbed the towel he was wearing and wrapped it around his waist. He then left the room, leaving America in a horny rage.
This is so unfair! No normal guy would give up sex for a phone call! America then thought over what he had exclaimed in his mind, Right, I forgot Russia was the farthest thing from normal. He rip out his heart and –
An idea dawned on the American as the mention of the heart Russia had given him entered his mind. When he had found it and blackmailed Russia with it, to get him to obey, America would squeeze the organ which caused Russia some pain. He looked over in the draw where he had hidden it and pulled it out. To some extent, America did feel bad about what he was going to do; Russia had given him the heart to keep it safe and now he was just going to abuse of it again. Then again, Russia did ditch having sex with him for a phone call.
America squeezed the heart tightly and it was only a matter of seconds before a scream echoed through the house followed by a: "Damn it, America!"
America chuckled to himself and hid the heart quickly, but at a different location as to not have his boyfriend confiscate it.
"You're such an ass!" Russia growled, as he appeared in the doorframe clutching his chest with one hand and holding the phone to his ear in the other, "I'm on the phone!"
"Come back to bed with me!" America demanded, dismissing what Russia said.
"In a minute!" Russia retorted angrily before leaving again.
America pouted as he watched the door close on his boyfriend's naked back. He flopped on the bed and noticed that his erection had completely left. He wasn't in the mood to have sex anymore, but since he didn't want to get dressed either, he decided to stay on the bed a little longer.
It was without meaning to that he began to think of his brother again. America cursed to himself but couldn't stop his thoughts. Canada was probably upset about him cancelling their plans so harshly but America comforted himself by thinking that it was for a good reason. Canada wanted to steal his man! There was no way he was going to allow that to happen!
Ever!
However, America couldn't help but think of everything they had been though, of all the good his brother had done for him and of how little he received in return. It never bothered Canada to get nothing or barely anything in return for good deeds. Or it seemed that way.
He's a good guy… America thought, But that doesn't give him the right to steal my boyfriend…
As America continued to ponder and explore his thoughts, he realised that maybe there was a mistake. Maybe what he had dreamt about was just a dream and nothing more, maybe Canada was still his sweet, little brother that wanted nothing more than to see him a few times a year and catch up.
Maybe.
Now all America wanted to do was to call Canada and talk to him, but he couldn't do that after the way he had treated him over the phone. It wasn't right and it would be awkward. He'd just talk to him the next World Meeting which was conveniently the following day.
Deciding that thinking only made America more depressed about Russia not having sex with him to go talk to someone on the phone and being angry about his brother, the world power stood and got dressed. Just as he finished, Russia re-entered the room.
"Oh so you want to have sex now?" America sneered rhetorically, "Well too late, I'm all dressed so –"
"Izvinite* America…" Russia apologized, "I'll need to go home urgently."
"Aww, why?" America asked disappointed as he watched the Russian get dressed quickly.
"Something came up," Russia explained vaguely, "You don't need to worry about it…See you tomorrow."
Russia kissed America on the forehead and left the room pulling his shirt on. America followed him and watched as he quickly grabbed his coat and wrapped his scarf around his neck.
"That sucks. Weren't we supposed to go to the World Meeting tomorrow together?" America reminded which had Russia paused for a short moment.
"Izvinite, truly, America." Russia apologized again with a sad smile.
America sighed, "Yeah, see you tomorrow…wherever the meeting is this time."
"It's at Japan's place." Russia reminded and leaned in to kiss America again but was stopped.
"You don't deserve another kiss." America commented bitterly but in a joking way, "You ditch me when we're about to have sex first and then you bail on me completely…Maybe you'll get one tomorrow."
Russia smirked, "Izvinite." He repeated.
"I know." America sighed and shooed him off, "Now go, you're going to miss your plane otherwise."
The door closed behind Russia as he apologized one final time, leaving America in the loneliness of his home. Nonetheless, his home wasn't all that lonely, he could hear the faint explosions coming from the basement where Tony was probably playing videogames.
With heavy steps, America dragged himself to the basement and sat beside Tony who seemed well entertained by the massacre he was performing on the characters in Mad World.
"…" Asked Tony as he threw a random person in a trash can before stabbing him with five pipes he found in the broken street of the game.
"I didn't get any sex." America replied glumly.
"…" Tony continued as the score board for the game appeared on the screen.
"No, we got in a fight," America explained in a few words, "You'll see Kuma-blabla another time."
"…"
"Yeah." America agreed, "But on the bright side, we're both sad together."
"…"
"Well it's comforting to me, Tony!" America snapped, his voice chocked by emotions.
"…"
"No I am not on my period, Tony."
"…"
"I already told you, only girls can have periods! I'm a dude!"
"…"
"I'm not angry!" America barked. There was a pause and he stood, leaving the room to his private jet, the one who only used once before, "I'm going to see Japan. He's not as mean as you are!"
"…"
"I'm not a girl Tony! I can't do that either!" America hissed before closing the door roughly.
Japan sat at his kotatsu in his blue yukata; he sipped tea tranquilly and stared at the cheery blossoms. Gently, a sigh passed his lips expressing how content and serene he currently felt.
"Nothing could ruin the moment." Japan said to himself.
A breeze brushed by having the trees dance and sing peacefully. Japan sighed in relief. He thought he had jinxed the moment.
Suddenly, a loud buzzing sound that Japan recognized as the dying motor of a plane roared above his head accompanied by black smoke and a faint scream. Then, peace returned.
Japan took another sip of his tea and sighed once more. "So I did jinx the moment."
America hadn't been too sure what had caused the engine of the private jet to suddenly fail and combust into flames. However, he was rather positive he wasn't going to make it out of this situation alive. But he was wrong, he survived and that thanks to the Tokyo tower.
America stared at the red tourist attraction with only one thought crossing his mind; I think it looks better with my jet in it. Plus it seems more artsy dented that way.
"What have you done?" Japan asked, thousands of negative emotions dripping from his voice.
"Hey dude," America patted him on the back, "Your tower saved my life. He was a trooper."
"What are you talking about?" Japan asked lividly, "You destroyed my…Tokyo tower…"
America paused and his face paled, "Don't tell me you're like France and…your Tokyo Tower is the equivalent of the Eiffel tower…"
Japan just stared at America in a puzzled rage. "Nani**?" He hissed dryly.
"Oh my god it is!" America shrieked in horror, "I'm sorry for killing your dick! I really am dude! B-but, on the bright side, you can get surgery to make it bigger right? So you'll be the first Asian that doesn't have a sma—"
"Why are you here, America-san?" Japan growled, massaging his temples.
"Because Russia won't have sex with me again and I'm pissed at my bro." America wailed as he flopped on the smaller man, completely forgetting that he had just destroyed the Tokyo tower, "You need to console me!"
"N-nani?" Japan asked slowly, he started to feel a small blush appear on his face.
"C-o-n-s-o-l-e." America repeated slowly, making sure to articulate properly, "Hell, maybe this'll be good for you, your English is lagging."
"I know what consoling means and I understood you the first time." Japan growled quietly as he pushed America off himself.
"Oh, then do it!" America commanded.
"Do what…?"
"Make me feel good."
"N-nani!?" Japan chocked, blushing madly.
"I w-a-n-t y-o-u t-o m-a-k-e m-e f-e-e-l g-o-o-d." America articulated clearly.
"I don't know if it's appropriate..." Japan mumbled shyly, he felt the blush spread to his ears.
"What do you mean?" America asked confused, "If girls can do it with themselves and a boy with a girl; why can't two dudes do it?"
"B-but…aren't you in a relationship…?"
"Pff, that doesn't matter. He's lousy at making me feel good anyways." America stated.
"B-but…" Japan insisted, "Wouldn't anyone else do…? Maybe even a prostitute?"
America burst into a fit of laughter, "Dude, what are you talking about?"
"W-what are you talking about?" Japan asked in return in a desperate attempt to save some of his dignity.
"I'm talking about comfort." America laughed, "When someone is sad you give them a hug or something to comfort them. Now what were you talking about?"
"T-the same thing…" Japan stuttered unconvincingly.
"What's this with the prostitute then?" America asked, a smile painting his face.
"Didn't you know…?" Japan asked as he winged a reason to why a prostitute would comfort someone, "In Japan…it is one of the prime roles of a prostitute…to bring comfort to their client…"
"Wow," America exclaimed in total wonder, he actually believed every word Japan had just uttered, "I knew prostitutes comforted their clients but not that way! You Japanese are so kind!"
"Un-hun…"
After being convinced that it wasn't the right time of the year to look for prostitutes in Japan, America was led back to the traditional house where the small Asian man resided. Japan had managed to distract his unexpected guest with some new horror games he had so recently created. America sat in front of the television, Japan next to him, screaming from time to time when the ghost's face popped up in the screen as his character moved around.
Finally, after some time, America had fallen asleep in the middle of the ending speech of the bad guy in the game. Japan saved America's data and draped the taller nation with a soft blanket. Quietly, Japan stared at America in his sleep before smiling a little to himself.
"Ai shiteru***, America-san…" Japan whispered.
Softly, as to not wake him up, Japan pressed his lips against America's.
*Sorry in Russian.
** What in Japanese
*** I love you in Japanese (apparently, you have to be dead serious to say it like that LOL)
OMG! JAPAN TOOK ADVANTAGE OF AMERICA! THAT BEAST!
What will Russia do if he ever finds out? But honestly, I doubt he will ;p AND WHO WAS THAT MYSTERIOUS CALLER?
SO MANY QUESTIONS!
Actually, there's only 2 but who cares? xD
SEE YOU NEXY CHAPTER!