I'm Not Loving it

Part 2

Otaku no Baka

Meh, this chapter isn't so bad and I had issues with it totally because it's not as good as the last one. Oh well at least it's sex. Warnings: Having sex with clothes on, Russiamerica, dub-con, spandex/latex fetish, 'hotdog' fetish and less unseen. It's the closest normal chapter you will get in this story.

Btw trying to make every chapter in a lemon D: This story was originally done to try to improve my method of lemons and might end up having a plot after all.

Oh yeah the next one is kinda more...interesting but so far this story will not have gunplay, bloodplay, breath play, or anything with guro. Why? Because guro is squick even for me and the other ones have been done to death, especially breath play! I am trying to do different lemons elements that hasn't been done before with Russiamerica.

If you got any kinks you want to see in this damn story give me a message (if you're too embrassed to leave a review.) I'm thinking about watersports, S&M, hair fetish, and strange ass stuff. Seriously...

I refuse to answer if I done any of this before or if I have a kink for it.

No I don't own Hetalia for god's sake.

America was on his toes when he went to the World Summit meeting that was currently located in South America this time.

The blond was skittish and nervous because he didn't want to be in the same room as Russia, let alone a ten mile radius.

Ever since the large nation took his...*shivers* virginity, Russia insisted that they were 'shacked up' and 'that he is one with him,' much to Alfred's discord. He changed the locks a total of three times before the blond just gave up and it got so bad that Tony would tell his roommate to take it outside if he wanted to destroy their house.

America fought the man but it was always the same; the villain would just take him at the end. He sighed and sipped on his retro cola and wondered why the hell did he buy this; it was basically coca cola just in a different bottle!

So now he was in the hallway just avoiding the other nation. America thought about asking England for help but no he had to be the hero and a man and do this himself. No means no and dammit he was going to get that through the bastard's skull.

"Come on you git the meeting's starting!" He was literally dragged into the room by Germany and England and sat in the only available seat that was ironically across from Russia.

America bristled up like a cat and was about to protest, until both men glared at him. "But...But I just wanted to get a cola and you know how hard it is to get a hot dog instead of asking for a torta de chorizo..."

"Quiet!"

Alfred grumbled as he was cut off by his rant and sunk in his seat, sipping on his soda. He was going to focus on his meal and not the man who was grinning like a fucking loon.

So the discussion went on, with the nations mentioning the disaster with the oil in the Gulf Sea, (He was working on that dammit! It wasn't his fault!) as well as recovering from the economic crisis. America half listened as South America put in her two cents along with Mexico; finger pointing and screaming which he rightful ignored.

When England took the stage and begain his usual drool speech, America was going to nod off until he felt something brush against him.

'The hell...' He knew he was losing it now. Alfred listened to more of the slow arbitrary long words and was dozing off once more until he felt it again.

It was a light brush, a caress against his lower regions. He peeked at Ivan at the corner of his eye and seen the man still grinning like a moron and had his hands clapped in front of him.

America glanced under the table and saw nothing. Shrugging, he opted to tune out England and munch on his hotdog, licking the tip with the relish off before taking a bite into it. He ate halfway through it before he felt it again.

'What...' He had been watching Russia to see if he was doing any tricks and the man was still grinning like a fool and hasn't made any motion at all. But the feeling was still there, something was rubbing against his pants.

The, whatever it was, was touching the length of his crouch and Alfred bit the inside of his mouth to keep from screaming out in hysteria. It felt nice but this was wrong and he didn't want to look under the table to see who the hell was doing that.

It tickled his cock head in his pants and America jumped; England threw a pen at him and told him to shut up along with Austria and Switzerland. He rubbed his head and mumbled but the, foot he guessed, continued to molest him under the table.

The big toe rubbed against his hardening member while the arch continued to grind and rub against the length of him. The blond was getting too hot now, wiggling and trying to not get excite over some murky footsies.

He bit his lip to not let out a gasp as he felt his cock twitch and pre-cum spread against his boxers. Dammit he was fully hard now and was rubbing his crouch against the foot, trying to not look like he was obviously humping against the table...

"Ok now it's time for the thirty minute break, just remember don't go too far!"

Alfred wanted to die when Germany said that. He turned his head so quickly that he should of gotten whiplash as Russia calmly got up and pulled him out of his seat.

"Hey you fucking commie bastard leave me alone!" The other nations ignored him since they knew Alfred wasn't on good terms with Russia personally even after the treaty and their bosses getting along. They felt that the nation was acting childish; it's been over fifty years for God's sake.

America was tugged into the hallway, digging his heels in the carpet. He couldn't face Russia like this, with an obvious tent in his pants. The man would think of it in another way and he would be back to square one, since he had been avoiding Ivan like the plague for the past week and a half. No sex and no contact at all and the blond was happy that it was working until England emailed him about the conference in Brazil and everything went downhill from there.

"Now America, its not nice to ignore me." Russia slammed him against the wall, hands digging into his shoulders. The blond teenager growled and tried to kick him as he was lifted up slightly. He groaned as the older nation attacked his neck and arched up, trying to not moan at the cold contact of Ivan's lips.

The ashen haired man wanted to laugh, his sunbeam has been acting much the fool thinking that he could just cut him off like that. Oh no nobody got rid of Ivan Braginski and Alfred was going to pay, especially the show his little tongue did on that hotdog. "I see you enjoyed my, 'footsies,' under the table early."

"I...knew it was you...you asshole..." He did moan when teeth grazed and nip under his jawline. "Do...don't mark me there!" America tried to squirm at the obvious hickey Russia was going to leave.

"Why not? I want everyone to know that you are one with me." He cupped the blond's crouch in his pants and squeezed. "You will be the one that will bring the other nations to me, including my ex." Yes, after the past two weeks he grew to have somewhat feelings for Alfred. It was fun when the blond fought against him and then submitted to his touches, squirmed against his cock. He was going to take over the world and have his 'little sunflower' by his side.

"Fuck..." That villain was stroking him through his pants now, making his boxers sticky and gooey. "I...Ivan please.."

His name from those lips caused a shiver to coarse through Russia's body. He wanted to claim the nation here and now. He let the blond go and back to his feet and wasn't prepared for the open handed slap that went across his face.

"Asshole! I am going to kill you!" Alfred was pissed; he jumped onto the Russian and they fought. Kicks, punches and bites went on as they struggled. America couldn't see straight and only saw red and the desire to maim the other nation.

The two wrestled through the hallway until a cry followed by a group of people pulling them apart. "Are you daft you wanker?" England's voice reached his ears. "That's it you two banned for the rest of the meeting!"

It took all the Asian nations plus England to pull America off and the Baltics with Poland to drag Russia away from attacking him again. They threw the pair into a spare room with a grunt. "There go kick each others arses there!" The bushy brow man sighed and shook his head. "I thought I raised that boy better than this..."

America huffed and glared; he got his footing and jumped on Russia again. But this time Ivan was prepared and he twisted him over to his back and on the ground, straddling him.

"Let go!" He trashed and squirmed, trying to get out the lock and how painful his arm was twisted behind him. America froze at something large and hard pressing against his ass and his back.

"Dammit you...excite me so much." The young nation was the only one that could turn fighting into something exotic. He was already hard from the 'foreplay' alone, despite the burning of the face print.

Alfred panicked as he felt his pants being pulled down. "Not again! Dammit didn't I tell you that I don't like doing this?" Hands squeezed his ass and he was starting to hyperventilate.

"If you don't enjoy this then why are you so hard?" A voice whispered in his ear and he could smell the vodka on the nation's breath. The weight pressed in further as well as the hard cock. "Why do you moan my name so sweetly? Why do you come only for me then? I seen what you did when nobody was around, when you touched yourself..."

"Shut up!" He fought again and only heard Russia under him moan as he subconsciously grind against Russia's dick. His face was burning hot at the fact that Ivan seen him stroke himself those two and a half weeks without him, coming all over his hand and moaning the nation's name.

'No I don't like him doing this; I don't like fu...ahhh...' America bit his lip as he felt one hand reach into his pants and grip his cock hard, stroking. He buckled into those fingers and gasped. "Ahh...god..."

"That's it my подсолнечника..." Ivan unbuckled his own suit pants and pulled out his erection. He sandwiched his member between the nation's ass and started to rub up and down.

America was kinda confused in his lusty mind; Russia wasn't sodomizing him this time? He thought the member rubbing against his crack was kinda nice though and started to buck against him, feeling the cold and heat contrast on his own cock.

The friction was mind blowing and the heat generating from this simple action was causing Ivan's member to swell larger and harder. He bit his lip and squeezed the base of the nation under him; using the dripping pre-cum as a slick base to pump faster.

America was feeling a small sense of pride since he wasn't moaning his enjoyment out loud this time. His mouth was open and he was panting as the blond felt his balls clinch and the sudden euphoric emotion pooling between his legs until something wet splashed on the small of his back and his ass.

Curses, he had to come first. 'Well no matter.' Russia groaned as the last spurt landed; releasing the nation to raise one arm and pull off his glove with his teeth. Scooping some of his own sperm up, he started to push two large fingers inside of the man's ass.

Alfred made a wheezing noise and started to struggle again, ignoring how his foreskin was being pulled and stretched. "Ah..hah..."

"Shhhh." Ivan probed and searched until he found the ring of muscle, making the blond nation moan wanton like and fight against him with renewed effort. Russia used his own juices to prepare the blond, stretching the man's inner walls.

A dark smirk consumed the larger nation's face, despite what he said he was thrusting and clinching against his fingers. Releasing America temporarily to reach into his pocket, he pulled out a XL condom and tore the wrapper with his teeth. He hate using these things but this one was special; it was close to being to the sensation of spandex.

'No way am I taking this!' It felt good but damn he wasn't going to get fucked up the ass again it wasn't awesome. Noticing that his arms were free, he was prepared to punch the man off until he was suddenly filled.

'...' Face pushed into the carpet and arm twisted once more, he felt Russia rut against his hard and fast. 'Ohhh...harder and faster and...there...ahhhh...god I love it...'

"I see you are more...vocal now." A voice was against his ear and Alfred wanted to die when he realized that he said all of that out loud. His arm was let go but he was done fighting back, instead bracing himself on the floor and moving against the ashen haired nation.

Ivan bit his lip til he tasted copper at the slick feeling and the pooling heat surrounding his cock. It wasn't what he wanted but...A thought entered his head and he was already formulating a plan for the next encounter.

"Dammit.." The man was pounding into him and gripping his hips so hard that would leave bruises, adding to the ones already on his body. A gloved hand was on his member, pulling back the skin to play with the dripping slick head. He thrust into those fingers, feeling himself let go finally and come all over the floor under him.

America gritted his teeth, not giving the bastard the satisfaction of hearing his name this time.

Ivan sighed and licked his lips, feeling the inner walls contract and squeeze his dick nicely. 'Such a pity that he didn't scream this time.' He smelled the nation's hair, which was like fruit and sunshine, pumping the still hard cock in his fingers. That plus the smooth condom was enough to get him off and fill the latex up to the brim.

Alfred groaned and was finally happy that the man was spent, his back hurt but the obvious burning between his legs was still there. It wasn't as bad as before but he still couldn't think straight. He let out a breath when Russia parted but was confused at the sound of something wet being peeled off. 'Why the would he use that...' He didn't use it the other umpteen times so why this time?

The blond felt arms moving his around and he sat back on his sore ass, blue eyes with fatigue. America blinked and Russia was smirking at him. "What the hell are you-" But he didn't finish as the man opened his mouth and started to suck his cock.

"Shit! G...get your mouth off of..." A tongue traced under his foreskin and he was gone; Ivan's mouth was hot instead of cold and the man had half of member in his mouth.

Russia would of laughed if his mouth wasn't occupied. Alfred tried to thrust up in that heat but he held him down, working his own pace. His name was being spilled from those lips joyously.

It was like a dam broke; of all their encounters he never received a blow job, it was just basic rutting and molestation. "Dammit Ivan take it all please!" he wanted to sob at how slow he was going, at the man's tongue licking and playing with the slit on his cock head.

America put his hands through the pale blond hair, part of him noticing how soft it was. Purple eyes met his, mirth and humor that Alfred wanted to punch him so badly if it wasn't for how good Russia was pleasing him.

The blond closed his eyes and listening to the sucking and slurping. He felt when the larger nation would go down to the root to pull back up again, when his teeth would nip along the girth of his member.

A low hmmm ranked against his cock and he grip that pale hair tight as he came in the man's mouth. He heard the nation cough and quickly release him, and his pride swelled at finally caught the bastard off guard.

It wasn't that Russia wasn't prepared for that but it was just that the taste wasn't exactly pleasant. 'Disgusting, it even taste like those putrid hamburgers.' Some of it went down his throat and he wanted to gag on it, but he just spit the rest out on his uncovered hand. "No wonder you're so fat and your country is so overweight..."

America pulled the nation by the hair and licked up the trail of cum that Ivan missed. He kissed the man on the lips and groaned when he was kissed back. The ashen haired man was pleasantly surprised. 'Well this is new.' And the blond called him a pervert.

America didn't know what possessed him to kiss Russia but seeing the man with a glare and letting his own sperm drip out over reddish puff lips did something to him. He wanted to lick him clean and do more, tasting himself and sucking the nation's tongue out.

When he felt cold bare hands rub through his hair he snapped back to reality and broke apart; when Russia tried to pull him back with the grip he pushed the man off and gasped.

"What the fuck is wrong with me!" He screamed and bolted out the door, not caring that he was half naked and disheveled, with obvious hickeys and marks.

Russia sat in the middle of the floor, his blazer still on his shoulders and his shirt halfway open. He blinked, a gloved hand touching lips where Alfred kissed him hotly.

"...Fufufu." He giggled, today was a good day. Not only did he please himself, but his sunflower was responding more and more each passing time. Yes it was a very good idea to claim the young nation first; all the others will fall into place eventually.

America hid in his seat; not only did he crash into the meeting room with his pants down, but he ended up embarrassing England as well as himself even further with his shouts and screams. Now finally sated, he wanted to just go home and hope this day would not get any worse.

When the meeting was over, Russia pulled him to the side, "I want you to do something for me." He whispered the command and chuckled America's eyes widen behind his glasses.

"NO NO HELL NO! I would die before I..."

Alfred groaned as he tried not to wiggle at what he had on. His clothes were normal but under his pants were tight spandex biker shorts. The material was clinging to his crotch and barely covered his erection that was against his stomach.

The idea that he had on such humiliating clothing was a turn on and filled him with such shame. "I hate him; going to kill him and steal all his vodka that giant ass Godzilla!"

Random Notes:

What Alfred was trying to order was a hotdog and he kept being served basically a "Sausage sandwhich," or a torta de chorizo.

Подсолнечника: Sunflower