I don't have much to say here, it was basically all said last chapter. You remember the roleplay notes, right?
This chapter contains: Smut, sweetness, more smut, crack, kink, smutty blackmail pictures, and the MOST AWESOMEST NICKNAME FOR RUSSIA EVER EVER EVER.
elepaio's A/N: Warning. Contains Russia x Spain x Romano x Random Spanish male x Sealand. Yes, you have officially earned the right to question my sanity. XD
- America has signed in –
Russia : Back, dear? Did you enjoy yourself?
America: *Takes a pause between each word to jab a finger at the screen* I- Hate- You.
America: *Frowns because it's not true, but it felt good to lie*
Russia : *smiles ever-so-slowly* Rest assured, the feeling is more than mutual~. *eyes narrow to slits, not entirely fibbing as he recalls the Cold War tension*
America: *Tugs on hair, annoyed* Are we still playing?
Russia : Obviously. *smirk intensifies* There are still thirteen more hours until this plane touches down in Washington.
Russia : And I believe it was your turn...
America: Fine.
America: Okay, in hindsight of... that... *glares for a moment at the question he so vividly remembers* what was your most interesting to traumatizing time?
Russia : Are you... *shudders violently, suddenly subdued* requesting me to recount my abuse at Mongolia's hands...? That certainly was... *swallows roughly* traumatizing...
Russia : No... no! I... I can't answer that...
America: Please note the use of the word "interesting", Russia.
America: Read the directions carefully.
Russia : Ah... give me a... *he winces, limbs wracked with small tremors as he shrinks inward, hands furling into his scarf as if to ground himself* I apologize... your phrasing threw me... off... *shivers again*
America: O... kay.
America: *Folds arms and waits, feeling guilty for somehow bringing up Mongolia*
Russia : *forces himself to breathe, recognizing that America's mention of Mongolia was ignorant and harmless* Welllll... I suppose there was always the time when I... *offers up a slight, reckless grin* I had no idea what I was thinking, at the time...
America: Yeah? *Exceedingly curious, but refuses to shout at you to hurry up*
Russia : A few centuries ago, I traveled to France to negotiate the terms of some sort of treaty with him. *grin broadens rapidly*
America: *Wonders if he really does have to kill Fra-*
Russia : Америка, I know what you're thinking. This incident does not involve France.
Russia : I decided to travel home via Spain, and spend a day or two on the shore of the Mediterranean... it was summer, you see, so I naturally gravitated towards the more tropical latitudes. I was walking through one of those open-air marketplaces, absorbing the bustle and scent of spices wafting through the evening air, when I saw him...
Russia : He wasn't a nation. Just an ordinary Spanish citizen, with eyes like ground cardamom and salt-swept hair bleached gold with the sun… I trailed him through the stalls, weaving, meandering, curious… abruptly infatuated. I believe I was more enamored with the place than by him, and as dusk settled the energy in the square became infectious. I was gleeful, rather giddy I suppose, and couldn't bring myself to care that I was pursuing a stranger. I followed him through several streets before he turned towards a beachfront villa.
Russia : Disregarding all potential consequences, I continued to follow him… and quite coincidentally, the house was one of Spain's private residences. I tracked the man through a corridor, and stumbled into the living room, where Spain recognized me immediately. This was in the days when Romano still was living with him. You're aware of Spain's affinity for spontaneity, I'm sure. *lips twist upward with the ghost of a smirk* As I recall, he had a "firm grip" on Florida….
America: *Blushes red at the mention of that* Light grip. Light. *He mumbles the words as he types* He had a light grip while England invaded. This was before I got myself quite under control...
America: *blinks*
America: And a human, Russia? I'm surprised they didn't think STALKER and call the police or someone.
America: You're not exactly the most conspicuous person in the world.
America: Sorry, typo, INconspicuous.
Russia : ...Shut up, darling, before I decide to forcefully extricate your voice box. Or, in this case, your fingers... And allow me to continue. *directs dirty look in the direction of person sitting next to him, deciding that it will suffice to glare at them in America's absence*
America: *Just- Barely- Refrains- From- Typing- Comeback-*
Russia : Shall I send you something to occupy you, in your free time~? So your brain does not implode from your incapability to refrain from speaking?
Russia : Remember this, dear~?
- You have received 1 photo(s): Don't ever think you've won this.
America: *Gestures wildly in the air* You- you- *looks around* I'm bringing that gun when I pick you up, just to hit you over the head with it. *Stares at the picture for a little while longer* *Goes redder than current status* Hate- Fucking- Rus- GAH! *Can't find the words to express himself, continues making jerky hand gestures* *Flips off the image*
Russia : Mmmmh... You're beautiful, when you scream... but I believe you are aware of this~.
America: *smothers self with hands and proceeds to shut up and think for something to bark back*
Russia : I can not quite recall why you were wearing the girls' panties... Or is all American underwear so indecent...? In Siberia, the cold necessitates long underwear. *jerks up the corners of his mouth into a menacing grin* Oh, do I enjoy watching you struggle to remove those...
America: *Rubs eyes, saying the first thing that comes to his mind just to get Russia to shut up* Dare from Iggy. We were drunk.
America: Weren't you talking about nearly traumatizing some innocent human? Or do you want a reminder, Russia, about when you scream? You gave me no chance to talk about that time when I tied you up with your scarf and made you beg, you screamed then.
America: *He decides to do anything to pull Russia away from the topic of women's lingerie and why he had it on*
America: I almost feel sorry for the scarf. All the things it goes through on your bed... My bed... The world conference table... That door we demolished... Or those chairs.
Russia : ... *decides not to answer America* At least I do not scream in a voice reminiscent of a female.
America: I do NOT!
Russia : And if I may remind you, nine times out of ten it is you who is doing the screaming.
Russia : Do to.
Russia : Would you like me to record it next time~?
Russia : Ah, and I do believe I have another picture...
America: ...
America: Go fuck yourself on a waterpipe...
America: ...
America: But recording it, I have absolutely no idea how you're gonna manage that.
- You have received 1 photo(s): Scarfplay -
Russia : Hnnn~ *proceeds to be vague and evasive*
Russia : Remember that? Our attempt with breathplay? I must say the result was rather f... *purrs*
America: According to the one who was able to BREATHE.
Russia : I'm positive you found it enjoyable. *malicious snicker* You've never shuddered so hard... I must admit, the scarf was a bit tight.
Russia : ...A minor inconvenience, da? *again, the word is used to mock America*
America: Fine, I'll admit I liked it. A little. But you can't disregard the times when something happened to you, Russia~ *He smiles, a triumphant leer, as he remembers something*
America: With your fucking accurate memory, I'm sure you'll recall this time:
You have sent 1 photo(s) to Russia: AmericatopRussiagarters
America: And you said something about women's underwear?...
America: What exactly did you have on?
Russia : That is... completely... *stutters*
Russia : I-I was only wearing those leggings because I was drunk! You took advantage of me after that Christmas party at France's house! As I recall, that velvet comforter smelled of wine and pricey perfume... and sex, and that was before we stained it.
Russia : Y-you... *glares*
Russia : How did you acquire that photograph...?
America: You still liked it, look at your desperate face~
Russia : *pales* You don't mean that... there was someone in the room with us!
America: *Thinks* I think... It just showed up in my mail...
Russia : Hungary...? Japan? I have a feeling that it is not in my best interests to reflect on this matter further...
Russia : And I was not desperate. I was merely flushed from the alcohol, dear, there is quite a difference.
America: *Shakes head* No, I recognize a desperate redness to a drunken blush. You hadn't had that much vodka.
Russia : ...
America: I was counting.
Russia : If I could see your face right now, rest assured that my glare would singe like Siberian permafrost. It never thaws~
America: *He feels a surge of pity for the persons sitting near you*
America: *He gets over it*
America: But Russia... *He makes an innocent face, completely deceptive* I'm only telling you what I know... Just to remind you a little.
America: I know you'd hate gaps in your knowledge... *He grins, innocence gone* So, of course, I have to tell the facts.
America: *Brushes off feeling of ice gathering on his jacket*
Russia : ...Imbecile. You're insolent, moronic, asinine, and incorrigible...
Russia : I seriously doubt, Америка, that you could relate to me the meanings of these words which are quite conveniently incorporated into your own language...
America: *Shrugs* Whatever. *Disregards the fact that he has no idea what one of those words mean*
Russia : We've become distracted. Would you care to hear the remainder of the incident which occurred in Spain?
America: *Mulls it over* Sounds interesting. So, what did you do to the poor, innocent human?
Russia : ...I did nothing to him directly. You are too condescending. But allow me to explain. *chuckle fringed with ice*
Russia : Spain invited me in, and, inebriated with the scent of the Mediterranean air, I discarded all inhibitions and joined him. Romano served us liquor, tequila, as I believe, and… the events that followed were among the strangest I have ever had the, er, privilege of experiencing. He… decided to serenade me with some sort of stringed instrument – Spain can sing, are you aware of that? – and then I believe I was offered more tequila, and then Spain's hands were at the buckles of my robe, and it all began to degenerate from there…
Russia : Sealand was also at the villa, most likely staying for the summer so England could get him off his nerves, and he was most definitely too young for certain activities… It was an orgy of sorts. Spain allowed me to top, always the gracious host, and then Romano, the man I had followed, and Sealand joined in. You recall the tomato fetish that Romano and Spain share…? I had never… experienced tomatoes being placed in… that location, before. Or used olive oil as lubricant… it was more effective than the honey. Far less sticky. The sex was unhurried, slow and synchronized, and was performed standing… my memories are hazy, but I know there was tequila in my hair, olive oil on my skin, and Spain's lips tasted of tomatoes.
Russia : The climax was more of a collective sigh than a scream, and I don't recall ever being so… relaxed before. The oddest part was that I found it peculiarly romantic, oil, liquor, and tomato juice swilled together with the semen… *flaunts a simpering smirk* I am now positive that you are convinced I am eccentric, twisted, and corrupted, if not questioning my sanity or my value as a lover.
America: *He looks like a fish, mouth opening and closing as his eyes are wide in shock*
America: *He can't even think of a good comeback*
Russia : Ah, I take it that my rendezvous with Spain, Romano, Sealand and a human has... shall we say... impressed you?
America: Y- you... *He commends himself for being able to make a coherent thought* Sealand. Sealand? *He is surprised when he finds he can actually communicate* What the fuck were you doing with Sealand?
America: I'll admit, Spain's a good lover and Romano's begrudging, but... SEALAND?
Russia : I was doing nothing with Sealand. I never even touched him. It was that human who lead me to the villa... He was in between Sealand and Romano.
America: *He rubs a hand over his face and arm, assuring himself yet again that the world had not just come to an end* S- slightly more believable.
Russia: And your most interesting or... *wince* traumatic time, Америка? I am curious~...
America: *Licks lips, attempting to never, ever think of your most interesting time ever again in his life* My-? Oh. Right.
America: You brought it up before, both of the times I was considering to tell...
America: And I can't choose, myself.
America: So, um... France's invasions or... The Seminole wars?
America: ... *pushes up glasses* Also known as the... *unconsciously, almost ashamed, his voice drops into a small string of syllables* Florida wars...
Russia: Oh...? *lips peel backwards in a smirk so wide he shows teeth* Would you care to inform me about the intricacies of these "Florida Wars?"
Russia: ...The other nations must surpass even you in terms of underendowment, if they considered that stubby little peninsula worth fighting over. *laughs lightly, breathily, so that if you were capable of hearing him you would know he was only mocking*
America: I told you, you're just insanely huge! Like a pony!
America: And Florida is NOT small!
Russia: You compare me to a pony? *reels back, miffed, fringing on insulted*
Russia: ...It's miniscule, love, admit it~
America: You ever seen how big a horse's is?
America: IS NOT.
America: *Crosses arms* Do you want to hear about the Seminole Wars or not?
Russia: *glares, eyes keen and glimmering* Of course. But I am not a pony...
America: *Smiles lightly, teasing* Whatever you say, my little pony. *Raises eyebrow* You said you like me riding you, remember those times when I decked out in cowboy?
Russia: That is besides the point. *leers* Get on with it, dear. *the endearment becomes a curse, nearly snarled*
America: Yeah, sure.
America: Well, the few things we have in common with our interesting times are "Spain" and "multiple people".
America: I find that... Well, out of the three Florida Wars, the second was the most... intense.
America: And you can't blame me for anything, this is before I got myself entirely under control.
America: Anyway, I'm not quite sure what happened, but they wanted me. Spain in particular, he never quite gave up on capturing me. And he did, I was somewhat at his mercy then, and he could do whatever he wanted to... Florida.
Russia: *cannot conceal a sudden outbreak of snickering*
America: He had me to himself for a long time, but things got very interesting once Iggy wanted in... You know Spain, he's still scared shitless of England and his navy, no matter how many years pass. Well, this was a while ago, so he doubly feared Iggy. Anyway, England thought that Spain was just too selfish, not "sharing".
America: So, one night, he showed up in full pirate deck and announced that he was going to have his way then and there. Spain, the host who could never deny England, attempted to keep me for his own - It was interesting, watching them fight. I could have tried to escape then, but I was kinda handcuffed to the headboard and that thing was STURDY.
America: I'm not quite sure how it happened, I was trying to get away (and cursing my responsive body, I was hard and young, so also very unable to resist), when they suddenly decided to get along with the night and right in front of me, they started going at it - England still in his pirate outfit, Spain with much less clothing.
America: I was already bare, splayed, and ready - Spain had been almost about to invade. Again.
America: I was helpless to do anything but watch as slowly, Iggy lost clothes: boots, pants, jacket, until he only had his leatherbound shirt and that pirate hat, completely dominating the situation.
America: It wasn't long before their attentions turned to me, both a little out of breath, both seemingly agreeing right then to take me in whatever way they wanted. I could feel the lust in their eyes as I struggled, but then Spain had straddled my legs and anchored me in place. He was gentle, very gentle, as he caressed my exposed thighs and chest, doing whatever he pleased until Iggy told him otherwise.
America: I loved every second of those light, feathery touches, and when he finally reached Florida he was so gentle, soft, almost as if he cared. I'm not sure if he didn't. England, on the other hand, had been watching while I writhed and while Spain had his way and finally decided that it was his turn.
America: Unlike Spain, he was everything but gentle, but still a little softer than you. He bit only hard enough for me to feel, his touches were rough but not overwhelming, and it was such a contrast to Spain's light menstruations that it was all the more enjoyable. I remember coming once under their influence, when Spain and Iggy laid their attentions on Florida, them whispering over my body about something else, and then they were wiping off my cum to use, I later found out, as lube.
America: After that point, my mind was tired and hazy, I don't remember much clearly but I definitely remember that I was forced to come many more times before finally they were sated. I remember extreme pain - I also found out later that they had invaded at the same time, but the two seafaring nations were so syncronized that I hadn't realized at the time - and feeling rather angered at being used like such a toy.
America: I loved every second, but I was still just a plaything to them. And I also, after what they did, I couldn't walk with dignity for a week. And I believe that's when I swore to get full control of myself, and of Florida, no matter what it took. Anything to stop the invasions of persistent European countries...
America: *He remembers more than he's telling, but sees no need to add more*
Russia: Persistant... European countries... *purrs* I do not believe you have been successful in this endeavor, dear.
Russia: You are still invaded quite often...
America: You're technically Asian, my little pony.
Russia: I'm afraid you're mistaken, on both counts. *sneers* Most of my important parts are in Europe, as well as the highest concentration of my population. My language is European, and Greece and I share the Cyrillic alphabet. My citizens are light-haired and their eyes are pale blue. Do I resemble either an Asian, or a... a... pony to you?
America: *Shrugs* The humans consider you Asian. Seen a European map with yourself entirely on it?
Russia: That is merely because I am so large that I would dwarf the rest of Europe if I was located on such a map. *blinks at you coolly, unperturbed* You are aware that the entirety of the European Union could easily fit within my borders, with room to spare?
Russia: And refer to me as a pony again and I can ensure you will live to forget it in, oh, shall we say... twelve hours?
America: Okay, little po- *just barely stops himself from saying pony* *smirks* Oh well. As I say, save a pony- ride Russia.
America: Ride him like a cowboy~ *Starts humming lightly*
Russia: Your impertinence never ceases to astound me... *frowns with displeasure*
Russia: I shall attempt to remain... civil. I believe it is my turn for a question, correct?
America: *His legs return to the top of the table* Yeah, your turn.
Russia: *smirk so sugary it becomes corrosive* Your erogenous zone. I have yet to discover the location which gives you the most intense reaction. *eyes narrow to slits*
America: Are you expecting something strange like the Ita curls? I'll tell you: It's not my hair. No.
Russia: Америка, I'm already aware that it's not your hair. I've tried that before...
Russia: *slightly frustrated frown*
America: You have? When, exactly?
Russia: Please tell me you are not so unobservant as to be surprised that I've touched your hair before.
Russia: ...When my fingers are carding through it, it would be difficult not to invoke a reaction if it was indeed your erogenous zone.
America: No, it's just the opposite: you yank on it. A lot. And I'm normally already moaning or screaming, so how could you know the difference? And what if it's hidden? Like where your hands don't normally go? But it's still hair? *childishly continues the light banter even though he already said it's not his hair*
Russia: Would it be dehabilitating for you to cease dallying and answer the question? And I'm gentle with your hair when I kiss you, Америка. Unlike you, I have the mental capacity to realize that searching for an erogenous zone while you are already pleading and shivering would be fruitless.
America: Hmph.
Russia: Brilliant comeback. Your social skills are dazzling.
Russia: *self-satisfied grin*
America: *Just because of your comment to hurry up, he stalls* But I really don't wanna tell you now... I'd rather you find out yourself.
America: … And go eat a scone.
America: *Shudders at the thought of Iggy's scones*
Russia: ...?
Russia: Are you quite straight in the head, Америка...?
America: You've never had one of Iggy's scones before?
America: Ever?
Russia: Your point...?
America: Remind me to feed you one next time I'm in a murderous mood.
Russia: ...
America: Knowing you, the scone will fear you and maybe not poison you. If not, you can't die. You're a nation!
America: Iggy's cooking hasn't gone to the point where nations die from it... yet.
Russia: I take it that the rumors about England's cooking are tr- ah.
Russia: Ah.
Russia: Remind me not to remind you to feed me one of England's scones when you're in a murderous mood.
America: *Shudders again at the mere thought of Iggy's cooking* Anyway, my erogenous zone... You have encountered it before. Many times. Just never realized it. I think.
America: ... *Whines* Do I have to tell you?
Russia: Remember, I must return the... favor... *purrs*
America: *Runs a hand through his hair* Fine. You know that spot, right at my jawline, you bite it a lot? *Refrains from prodding the area with his fingers*
Russia: Ahhhh... *gazes at the screen thoughtfully through lowered lashes, just possibly scheming at how to utilize this knowledge to his greatest advantage*
America: Yeah, there. Stop scheming. I know you are. I know you that well. Plus, you hafta tell me yours.
Russia: Are you not already aware of it...? *tilts his head to the side slightly, legitimately puzzled*
America: Enlighten me.
Russia: My neck~. True, you have always seemed careful around that particular place, as if reluctant to touch my scars...
Russia: *written cautiously, as if whispered* Do they... disgust you...?
America: I- No, Russia, they don't. As I'm sure you'll mock me for in some way later, I don't have the words to explain why or how, but they don't. They intrigue me.
Russia: O… oh? *stares, caught off balance* That's... gratifying to know, Америка... *his features are graced with the shadow of a small, sincere smile*
America: *He smiles, the gesture holding no mockery* You're welcome. *A slight sigh as he thinks his words carefully* It's... Just remember, Russia, I might have hated your guts during the Cold War, but we found that to just be sexual tension. There's... you can't disgust me. Not ever. *He laughs at the words that leap to his head* And especially not after everything I've seen of you, your exquisite flawed perfection... My little pony~
Russia: *blinks, the slight smile wavering but present, swiftly metamorphosizing into a disgruntled expression as he reads the final phrase* That's... *frowns, giving a small shake of his head* I would have said that was kind, but...
Russia: Fuck you. *lips contort with the semblance of a satisfied smirk*
Russia: And I believe the next question is yours.
elepaio adds: Picture links. I'm so sorry, everyone, but all of these are, once again, all located on y!gallery. And quite unfortunately, it's rather imperative to see them to understand exactly what Russia and America are talking about. At the time we were writing this section and chose the pictures, it was still just for fun and we hadn't intended to publish yet. -_-'
Don't ever think you've won this: http:/ yaoi. y-gallery. net/view/662192/
Scarfplay: http:/ yaoi. y-gallery. net/view/625645/
AmericatopRussiagarters: http:/ yaoi. y-gallery. net/view/661874/
If anyone wants to see these, just tell me in a review and I'll email them to you.
Rhen's adding some more!: If you really, really, really want to know without imprinting the images into your "innocent eyes" (Yeah, right, "innocent" people reading our eccentric-ness?) I can attempt to describe the pictures. In a vague way, because I half-suck at describing outfits (sex, on the other hand...)
Reviews are always appreciated and almost always answered!