hello... so the BUTTSMECKS SCENE IS HERE! YEY! PLEASE TELL ME IF IT'S TOO LONG OR OVERBOARD! Oh yeah, I read some fanfics that used their capitals as their...organs *cough**cough* so I used them here. ENJOY REVIEWPLEASE REVIEW.

The romantic scenery of Moscow was blanketed in snow. Truly seeing Moscow would show people the joyous heart of a certain Russian. But, we are not here to stroll, admiring Saint Basil's Cathedral or the Grand Kremlin Palace; instead we are here to continue where we last picked off…

"You are not gonna win this time, dude!" said the young American man while mashing on the buttons of his Guitar Hero controller.

"Let's see, shall we?" smirked the older Dane tauntingly. They were playing Dragonforce's "Through the Fires and Flames" at max difficulty. They mashed and strummed wildly, neither of them flinching nor missing a button. The competition was fierce. Sure they could play some awesome tunes on a real electric guitar, but how would they know who was better? Answer: Guitar hero.

The room was on the 11th floor of a swanky Russian Hotel. Each Nation always had a special room that they could call their own in any country in the world. Coincidently, The Dane and the American were neighbors. Was it really a coincidence?No matter

America's room was fairly simple, antique-themed furniture was all around, posters of old movies or military recruitment programs were framed, and all that was the best of America.

"Oh yeah, STAR POWAAH!" gloated the exuberant America, which made the Dane smile just a bit. He wasn't gonna be beaten by him of course. He smirked confidently at the screen, playing more accurately than he did before. It didn't even take him five seconds to use his star power. The way Denmark played with such confidence really made America feel warm inside.

The Screen flashed "YOU ROCK!" on both their sighed. Both slumped down on their respected bean bags. They started to cuss and complain about how the game was broken that one clearly won and so on. The floor was littered with games that made it big that year.

"Damn, this is the fiftieth game we played already." The older blonde chuckled. It was true; they've played Call of Duty, Assassin's creed, and FIFA Soccer 08 of course more than twice. All the games had one result: they were equally matched.

"Guess awesome can't beat awesome" said America, patting his friend's back. "I am totally willing to share the spot then." He crossed his arms looking thoughtfully at Denmark. Denmark blushed. He placed his arms at the back of his head and admired the quaint chandelier on the ceiling. "Too bad, Prus-man couldn't come" he said, half-heartedly. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy his company, it was more on the fact that he couldn't get his move on with America with him around. Not that there was anything going on. "Yeah, man. Gil's such a buzz kill." America also answered half-heartedly. He was just glad he could spend more time with Denny.

*Knock**Knock*

~Room Service~ cooed a feminine voice. Both nations stared at the door with questioning looks plastered in their faces.

"Did you-" "No." answered the American. The American headed to the door and was greeted by a girl in a bellhop get-up. "Here is your beer sir" the smaller girl said with a very peculiar Russian accent. "But, we didn't order anything" "Oh it's on the house… er like a welcoming gift of sorts." She smiled but something about how she tried talking in a Russian accent made America suspicious.

"Free beer? Cool!" with fast hands, the beer-loving Denmark swiped the two bottles before closing the door shut. He pushed America to resume their positions with a zealous smile and opened the bottles with his bare hands; he passed one to America and raised his.

"Here's to our Awesomeness!" they took their bottles and playfully tapped them together. The sound of clashing glass conquered the room's ambience.

"Whoever finishes first is …awesomer!" Yelled America just before he gulped down the beer. "What the… aw fuck no!" Denmark drank his beer with the mission to be more awesome.

A brown-haired woman had her ear firmly planted to America's door. The girl pushed herself on to her feet. She gave a devious smile, before removing her cap which showed off her long hair and two pink flowers that adorned the side. She walked away with her lap top. Five hours of them playing video games and blushing every now and then was profitable. But nothing was more profitable to her followers than Buttsmecks…for five hours, she made sure of it. Knowing that their weird relationship would entice viewers even more.

"Let the games begin" the Hungarian woman said before walking away unnoticed.

The room's silence was disturbed by a sloppy pop, grainy exhales, then loud pants. "Where the hell did they get this beer from? It's just as awesome as me!" exclaimed a happy American as he discarded the beer bottle to his side. Denmark also liked the smooth and whole flavor of the golden nectar. "Russia did something right with these babies". He shook the bottle a bit more just to make sure that not one drop was left to waste.

The next thing they knew was that they were just staring each other, the ice met the ocean. Their hearts pounded faster and louder. Their hands started to sweat. Their throats became lumpy. They couldn't understand why, it had been going on like this for more than a century…but why was this different? Their minds were starting to get cloudy, as if those clouds were whispering obscene thought, guilty thoughts, those that rattled their 'capitals' (wink,wink) to their very core. Now, they looked like zombies, their bodies' slumped, and their faces blank. However, their eyes that once shined with exuberance now shined with utter lust…Carnal desire in its purest form. It was as if the years of frustration was let lose…like how the beer slowly made its way all throughout the blondes' veins.

The Dane became aggressive and leapt towards the surprised American. There was only a loud thud, no shouts or groans. His knees placed on the sides of the younger one's hips and his hands were over his shoulder. The icey-blue stare was freezing America in place. Their surroundings became darker like their minds as the American tugged harder on the Dane's hair, forcing it to arch back before pushing his head down to smother the older one's neck in needy kisses. As Denmark's breathing hitched, he pulled America to a sitting position as he wrapped Alfred's waist with his thighs. He squeezes America's back harder, letting the unexpected expert's mouth nibble and suck on his neck. America let go of Denmark's hair, their eyes meet once again. They crashed their lips together like there was no tomorrow. Both of the muscles fighting for dominance like waves pressing against an iceberg. They have always wanted this but it was as if their heart weren't in the right place. Matthias suddenly jerked Nantucket to no end, making Alfred moan in submission as he let the other blonde's tongue play with his in any way he wanted. As if he grew tired, the Dane pulled away with a trickle of saliva dripping from the cute American's mouth, while still looking like a zombie.

The sounds of clothes rubbing against each other as two hot bodies grinded endlessly. The popping buttons and clanging belts. Sloppy kisses and needy moans. Those were the sounds throughout the room. But neither one could hear it.

Now Denmark playfully bit America's neck, who was agonizingly taking off the shirt of the muscular scarred Viking. Their moans and grumbles were not heard, as if everything was mute except for their hearts. They were shamelessly grinding their crotches, even though they haven't removed their pants. Alfred pushed his friend down, smirking evilly at the toned torso before him. He sniffed his armpits, giving some playful licks before following the long scar from his side to the center of his chest inhaling the deep musky, yet addictive scent he yearned for so long. He tugged tightly on his nipples as he licked the scar. Denmark groaned in ecstasy but neither of them heard it. He clawed America's bare shoulders as electricity went down his spine to his crotch. America restrained his fellow nation by gripping tighter on those pink nubs as he trailed down his slightly hairy abs. It shocked America quite a bit…but then again he was a Viking. He pressed the bumps and licked them in need as he felt the uneven scarred skin.

The Dane couldn't help it anymore, he wanted to feel what America's body was like so he pushed him away so that he was lying on his back and with Sleipnir's speed he got up and straddled the young nation. He placed his friend's hands above his head and breathed heavily on his earlobe before sucking it, eliciting yelps of lust from America. He then licked his triceps playfully, up and down, before descending, licking the sweaty American's armpit. He moved east now trailing the margin of his nipples and broad chest. He loved the way it raised up and down and how the skin pulsed as it got hotter. The impatient American pushed Denmark's head down, forcing him to lick his fatless abs…whoever said America was fat must've seen pigs fly every day. He refused to allow America to push him around when he was already at his pants. He rubbed America's crotch which led hands to grip on his hair tighter. He skillfully undid the belt and unzipped the pants slowly with his teeth, stopping every now and then to breathe on the clothed member. With a firm pull, America was only in his patriotic boxer-brief. He kneeled for a second, trying to pull off his pants too, when warm hands stopped him. America pouted and used his hand to palm the leaking member. Guess, Denmark hasn't done it for a while. Mute moans. America pushed his pants down as he used his skillful mouth to remove the Danish flag-themed briefs of his friend. He looked longingly at the thick and long rod in front of him. He looked at Denmark, dazed with pleasure, and licked the underside. He noticed his mouth ajar, probably groaning. He sucked the tip and jerked the base before engulfing the giant monster. He stopped to where his nose was tickled with blonde crotch hair. The Dane gripped his hair, making the American moan on his hard member. He gritted his teeth due to the ecstatic vibration. He started pushing his friend's head away, letting the American swirl his tongue on every inch of Copenhagen. He pulled his head slowly, savoring the sloppy awesomeness of Alfred's tongue. He inhaled sharply and exhaled shakily. As they got more aroused, the faster America's mouth got fucked and the harder the Danish member got milked. The younger nation grabbed onto the Dane's firm ass as if it was the only thing that kept him from dying. As well as the Scandinavian who was gripping the American's hair tighter. The salty taste of pre-cum was more than the American could handle. The Viking suddenly felt a hand missing from his awesome ass. He looked down, to see Alfred who was still giving him a blowjob was also pumping his long dick.

He cupped America's cheeks, groaning as his cock popped out of the needy mouth. He took off Texas. He looked at the vacant blue eyes and devoured his mouth before heading south. He slapped America's ass hard, making him yelp. He breathed on the hard cock in front of him, twitching in excitement. He felt hands push down on his shoulders and looked up. He saw America mouth 'please'. He complied with a quick hand job that made the standing America wobbly. He gripped tighter on his shoulders, when he started bobbing his head in and out to pleasure the American sausage. He loved how the pre-cum just coats his mouth with this salty-bitter flavor that he was starting to love. He could feel the head jamming the back of his throat…it just made him want the nation even more, he twisted his tongue around it the best he could, making the American moan louder. Suddenly, he shoved all his fingers in America's needy mouth, coating it with all his drool. He licked it like he was some sort of dog with a bone. He knew what was coming and he wanted it, fast.

Without realizing it, he was pinned to the ground again with his ass up high in the air, Denmark's back and ass was facing him. He saw Denmark's eyes glint with lust. He started rimming the Dane, making him shiver. He couldn't see it but the Dane's tongue was lolling out…weird things happen to the Dane when he gets his ass played. He also rimmed his friend's ass. He knew he was doing something right as the American unevenly moaning and licking his own ass. Man, did the American have a good tongue; he could already feel tension building. Mindlessly, he immediately slipped two fingers in the tight ring of muscle, wanting to hear the screams that he couldn't. Suddenly he felt an intrusion of fingers…it hurt so much but at the same time it felt good. His tongue was sticking all out now and his eyebrows twitched uncontrollably. With that, he pushed his finger deeper to the hole in front of him and then pushed his ass down to the fingers below him. They were in heaven. They added more and more, until they were moaning messes. They rubbed their cocks against the other's chest, turning red because of the friction.

"I love you!" both yelled, repeating it over and over as if it were a chant as they spurted out their white sticky liquid. Both couldn't hear what the others were saying; it was as if their minds pushed their thoughts out.

They breathed heavily. They were still not moving and their capitals were still…hard as rocks. Denmark started scissoring, stretching America for what will happen next. He stood up and faced America, who still had his lower body raised into the air. His cock twitched in excitement as he saw his friend positioning his cock in his entrance. He pushed in slowly, groaning at the tightness, while America tried his best to push his ass closer to the member. He panted and moaned in delight, in no time he felt his prostrate massaged. He screamed in utter pleasure, giving Denmark a silent gesture to continue, he rammed it hard and continuously. He tried helping the American by giving him a hand job. Without any warning the American's ass tightened making the fucking more pleasurable. Denmark was howling like an animal, while America whined like the submissive bitch he was now. He fucked deeper, bending the cock downward due to the position. Alfred's ass became tighter even more, this time he screamed with tears coming out as he spurted his gooey cum all over his abs, chest, and chin. Matthias feeling the sudden tightness suddenly came into the American's ass, savoring the awesome feeling of the ass.

He wasn't done yet. He pushed America to the bed, his back facing him. With no hesitations he fucked his ass deeper than before, making him arch back as he brushed the prostrate again head on. He placed his fingers in the wet cavern of America's mouth and jammed it into the submissive mouth. They fucked long and hard. America gritted his teeth and clawed on the sheets, groaning as his legs wrapped around the Dane's hips. He felt like he was only seeing white, he wanted more. So much more.

He could feel the room vibrate and Denmark's hips pushed in fully. Ropes of thick white jizz filling his ass. The pressure was too great that he could feel his eyes roll back and toes curl and started to jizz himself.

He turned around, still having the dick in his ass and moved his hips to stimulate the Dane again, which did. Grins plastered on their faces, the normal Denmark and America were slowly beating their zombie fever. They could hear their moans and groans before snapping back to their mindless states. They licked each other's necks and smelled their arousing scent before heading towards their mouths kissing deeply. Without any warning, America grabbed on his lover's neck tighter, feeling his fluids squirt all over their abs. The warm fluids aroused the other nation so much that he came again too. None were tired yet.

Denmark picked America up, still not pulling away. He pinned America to the wall and nuzzled on his pits. Damn, it was his new drug. America loved the attention and used his arms and legs to press Denmark even closer to him. He kissed his earlobe teasingly, while he moaned from getting fucked for how many times already. He could now faintly hear the Dane's moans and thought he heard 'I love yous' but wasn't sure. He muttered his own 'I love yous', tearing up at the pleasure and the relief of saying it aloud. He couldn't take it anymore. He could feel his eyes starting to weep salty tears and he even heard the Dane whimper…or at least he thought he did. The way the member brushed his prostrate again and again, made America tense as if he was having seizures. He yelled and screamed Denmark's name, he professed his submission but no one replied. They came once again. Their fluids oozing out like torrents of water, it seemed inhuman but they still didn't want to stop.

It was America's turn to plow some sweet ass. He smirked. He pulled away from the Viking's dick, gasping sharply at the sudden emptiness. He looked at the beauty before him, who had watery eyes and flushed cheeks. He kissed him deeply, toying with is exhausted tongue. He pushed his fingers deeper, wanting to savor the preparation. Once he felt that the Dane's hole was ready, it didn't take long for him to assume position and pushed his dick in slowly, he wanted to see how every inch made the country's face change. His left eye was closed and his eye brows started to twitch. His mouth twitched until it was fully opened, his tongue sagging low. America thought he was cute and used his mouth to keep the Dane's tongue in place. He fucked harder, consuming the moans of his fellow nation. They fucked faster, making the grunts and moans louder. Then they stopped moving, their eyes squinted hard, their toes curled and lips stuck with glue, they came. America's filling the Danish ass and The Dane's splattered between their torsos.

After few strained pants, Denmark pulled away and wiggled his ass, his head rested in the mattress. He slapped his ass taunting America for more. America grinned and pulled those golden globes apart, loving the still raw ass that was dripping with his cum. He gave it a generous lick, slobbering it the best he could to make it easier for the both of them. He grabbed his friend's arms and pushed his way in almost immediately. They groaned at the same time, loving the feeling of each other. America pounded Washington in, trying to find the sweet spot, experimenting with different angles and strengths that just made the Dane's tongue flail out of his mouth, leaving pools of saliva. His head suddenly arches back and his eyes were starting to roll backwards. With his toes curling, he moaned wildly, his spot was found. America pushed deeply one more time, making both of them cum. Their bodies were exhausted; their skin was sticky from sweat, saliva, and cum. The dim light emphasized their beautiful physiques and faces. But it also pointed out that they were still hard. Even with the battered hole, Denmark still wanted more. If America put up with him, so could he.

He placed his hands on a coffee table and bended down. His ass open for some more fucking. Before he could take in some fresh air, he yelped in pleasure as he felt that wonderful cock come back again. A strong hand grabbed his cock and vigorously pumped it, while another pulled his nipples hard. He started to tear up with immense pleasure and longing. He couldn't stop himself from moaning, and screaming 'I love yous' but the only replies were cusses and groans which he himself could not hear. He could feel slobber just pouring out of his mouth. He has never been this horny all his life. He started feeling the hand squeezing his dick with a certain rhythm, his knees were becoming weak and was about to hit the ground if not for the arm that kept him in place. He could feel himself become limp. His upper body just collapse and he was now being fucked to kingdom come. He closed his eyes picturing a world where they were together, but a sudden flash of ecstasy changed all that. They came for 9th time.

Their inner whores unleashed, they made their way to the spot where they first fucked…moments ago. Denmark, even though having wobbly feet, pushed America down. America supported himself with his elbows and looked as the Dane, grabbing his balls and dick, descended to his hard Washington. The hard impact made America and Denmark wince, but it only took a few seconds for them to adjust. The younger America placed his hands on the Dane's hips and started to guide him up and down the long rod. It made them pant in the heat and electricity, each hump was completely different and addictive. It made them shudder every time, their hands started to lose their grip. Their arms finally gave way; Denmark slumped forward coincidentally smacking their lips together in with sloppy pops and licks. They grabbed each other's hair as their heads constantly changed angles. Their thrusts meeting somewhere in the middle, until it became so fast and pleasurable that they were practically sucking each other's grunts and moans instead of kissing. They came once more this time with moans and groans being heard, their cheeks flushed redder than a tomato and the Dane's tongue lolling as if it had been tranquilized. They embraced each other in the red, cum-stained, carpet enjoying their embrace while it lasts.

"…I love you, Matthias" said America mindlessly. He knew he could hear it this time.

"Jeg elsker dig…Alfred" whispered the Dane unknowingly, as he pulled out, whimpering at the emptiness before sleeping next to America.

"Five hours of Buttsmecks, Check." Giggled the Hungarian in success. She was in her room, watching the whole thing. She pulled out one of the beers she gave to them earlier…but this one had a very large label. "Köszönöm, félelmetes sör!" she exclaimed. She read the label confidently.

'LUST IN A BOTTLE: UNREQUITED LOVE'

'One sip will automatically cause the victim to act upon his or her crush'

She gazed upon the fine print that lead her to buy the beer.

'Caution: please mix with nine parts water for every one part solution. If not, inhuman libido will occur, flushing away all common sense and morals'

She smirked wider until she noticed an even finer print.

'This will ultimately lead to temporary deafness, during sex, and temporary amnesia the morning after'

She facepalmed herself. "Damn it!" she yelled. She started to comfort herself, thinking that they're gonna realize that they love each other soon enough…right?

"Everything is going to be fine, Elizaveta. Fine. Fine. Fine" she rested her in on her knees and started rocking her body.

HELLO AGAIN, BOY DID HUNGARY-SAN messed up big time or what? Hehe just kidding...They'll officially be a couple after the next chapter. There will still be two story arcs that I'll be doing after this. Please be noted that I'll be asking some suggestions for arc 2, I already have a story...but I'm still stuck on some details. Next chapter will reveal another pairing and how chapter one fits in! XDDDDD

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