I'm Not loving it

Part 4

By Otaku no Baka

Oh my god I feel like the plot might suck ass but I am going to still try anyway. Why? Because I realized that 'Russia trying to take over the world or mentions it,' is like in THREE of my stories now D: Sorry I didn't notice I was being redundent ._.

For the readers wondering is Al ever going to be on top, yes he is eventually. Btw I am trying to put some fetish or another that reviewers/readers ask if it isn't too out there in each chapter. (so far it's going good.)

Warnings: Bad touch Trio, attempt at docking (anon reader wanted it so kudos for you! I'm not going to mention who asked this they know lol), Narratophilia (fetish for obscene words and dirty talking,) rimming, and mentions of snowballing. Oh goodness I forgot to put snowballing in chapter 2 so I have to change it.

I thank my beta again Kit-san for fixing my bad grammar and hope this is alright. AND HAPPY B-DAY TANYA SAN! I forgot to email you the day of! I am going to attempt fanart for you because oh goodness I suppose to make fanart for a million russiamerica stories too. -_-;;;

If I owned Hetalia Russiamerica would be canon :P


America thought about shooting himself in the head. But if he died then the world would become more boring, less awesome, and he couldn't save the girl at the end.

Or maybe he could send Russia into space, no wait, the bastard would find a way to make a colony on the moon and then try to take over the world that way.

The G8 had to conduct another meeting since the last one had been distracted by America crashing in half naked and the recent riots and protestors.

So Alfred was in the building that was someplace in Moscow, or whatever the hell they were, sipping on his Sprite. He couldn't believe what he had done a few weeks ago; America fucking kissed Russia, the nation of Russia for crying out loud! Again! And enjoyed it! Again!

He hung out in the hallway to think, since he was early for a change. Alfred wanted to talk to someone about his situation that wasn't England, since it was getting out of control. He knew that his former mentor would just blow it out of proportion, or make it worse, that and he didn't want to rely on the British nation anymore than he had to.

France was out of the question, as well as the other European nations, since he wasn't on good terms with them period. Wait. There was one person he could talk to... What was his name?

Oh, his brother Canada! Yeah Mattie could definitely help him! Maybe they could switch places and...Wait, no, Russia might try to molest his brother and he growled at the idea of that happening.

He wasn't jealous! He just didn't want what's his name to get hurt, yeah!

"Hell what am I going to do?" America sighed in despair; he hadn't felt like this since the depression and during World War Two, when his bosses had decided to bomb Japan's country. The blond felt like he was fighting a losing battle and he didn't want to give into the villain at the end. Who knows what Russia would end up doing?


Ivan had a long, hard week.

He hadn't seen his Америка in what felt like forever. His sister Belarus has been on his case and he was swamped with work, due to his constant visits to the states. Russia's boss was curious as to why he was going to the other personification's house so often and he thought about flat out saying, 'because he's my lover and pawn to eventually take over the world, so stop bugging me.'

So when this G8 meeting was being hosted he wanted to get a break and molest Alfred some more. Russia stood in the hallway in of the prime minister's building in his capital. He had on something more casual, his uniform coat absent. He was wearing just a white shirt and tie, his scarf the purple and checkered one that he wore when he went out.

He spotted the younger nation hanging out near the window at the end of the hallway, sipping on a cup of soda with a bowed head and on obvious doom cloud. As Ivan approached he saw the man jump and shiver, running around in place like a loon.

America thought he felt something bad approach him. He raised his head and gasped as he watched Russia run over to where he was at. "Here comes Russia, oh no oh no no!"

"Hello America! I am thrilled to see you here!" Alfred couldn't say likewise, since the only reason why they were meeting in Moscow was because their bosses were BFFs now. They even ate McDonalds together!

America was caught off guard when Ivan leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. "I'm so glad that our relationship has developed into more than just casual sex."

"Relationship? We don't have a relationship to begin with!" America poked a finger in Ivan's chest, pushing him outside his personal space. "We were barely starting on good terms again and you had to ruin it, by not only taking my virginity, but by fucking me constantly! Damn it, my neighbors think I'm a pervert now from what happened weeks ago!"

"Oh but America you can always fight back; you showed enough of your strength from the Cold war." Hands gripped his arms hard. "This is a nation who can destroy buildings in one punch but cannot throw another nation off of him." Russia leaned in close with a leer. "No America, you are the one that's confused and in denial about our 'relationship.'"

Alfred was on the verge of tears, his mouth poked out like a child who didn't get his way. He couldn't argue with Ivan because the man was right and he knew it, but he didn't want to give into the commie bastard. America loved the sex and when they fought, but he didn't enjoy it. This whole thing was rutting and tension and the young nation didn't want that.

"I...I don't want a relationship like this; it's still just casual sex." He turned his head and closed his eyes. Ivan raised a brow at the whispered statement, thoughts calculating in his head.

"So what would happen if it wasn't? Why don't you just accept this and become one with me." The blond was confused, wasn't he already one with him, several times now? What else did Russia want?

He couldn't think on this as the Russian nation kissed him again; sweeping his tongue inside of his mouth. America moaned and found himself arching like a lover, drawing him in closer. He couldn't think right now and just gave into what he was feeling for once.

When Ivan felt the nation under him relax and kiss back he let go to unbutton his shirt. America jumped and groaned as cold hands touched his bare skin and trailed downward.

"I...Ivan..." The blond felt the mouth leave him to nibble on his neck, a large hand finally reaching his erection and squeezing it.

"You don't know how badly I wanted to do this," Ivan accentuated his words by pulling on the nation's foreskin. "How badly I wanted you." Alfred felt breath on his ear as Russia's own member was pulled out into the open.

America was caught off guard by the desperation and raw lust in Ivan's voice. He never heard the man sound so needy in all the decades he had known him, not ever during the famine. He tried to focus downward, observing the man's member for the first time.

Yeah it was definitely bigger than his he snorted, but it was just as pale and ghastly as the rest of the nation, with only the red, dripping tip standing out. His foreskin was being pulled over the head and rubbed against it, causing a strange kind of friction along with Ivan's thrusts.

America decided to snap off at the nation so he wouldn't give in, but his words died in his throat at the site of the other nation; Russia's eyes were closed, his face twisted up in pleasure, sweat dripping down to land on that nose of his.

That big ass nose that Alfred wanted to punch so badly, that stood out the most on the Slavic nation. Instead he found himself leaning over and licking the sweat right off the tip of it.

Russia haltered at that touch, but resumed his ministrations. He felt America attack his nose, licking and nibbling along it. He felt giddy and turned on by the affection and pulled one of the blond's hands to grip his own on their rubbing cocks, squeezing it.

America's mind said the hell with it and continued to suck on that nose, rubbing and jerking his cock along with the bigger nation's. He was rubbing Ivan's own skin against the head of his member, using the pre-cum to create more friction. The blond American found himself moaning even harder and his manhood jumped as Russia gave out a throaty groan and came all over his hand.

'Oh...god...' He opened his blue eyes to stare at Ivan for the first time in ecstasy; his features softening his pale ashen blond hair drooping and making him look younger than what he was, his parted lips that he wanted so badly to feel on his cock...

Alfred felt himself burst, filling up the nation's foreskin and dripping most of it on his pants. He moved his hand and gasped, looking at their combined essence. America licked it slowly before he felt himself being turned around.

"Ahhh..." Russia was on his ass again, parting his cheeks and licking inside. Two fingers thrust in harshly and he hissed.

Ivan couldn't take it anymore; he was still hard and wanted to fuck the younger nation badly. Damn it he hadn't been this turned on since his first time. The way America was responding so cutely and touching his body for once drove him to the brink, mentally and physically, faster.


"Where is L'Angleterre à maintenant?" Francis and Gilbert were searching for the British nation, dragging a reluctant Spain along. The Spanish man was depressed because Romano had kicked his boot up his ass, again.

"Oh come on, it's not awesome to be all mopey! Your little tomato will turn around, I'm sure!" Prussia grinned, with all sparkly teeth and thumbs up, imitating a familiar nation. "Even if he doesn't I'll-"

"Sshhh." The albino haired man hated being cut off like that.

"What in the hell Francis..." The blond tackled both nations behind a set of plants.

"Look it's L'Amérique et la Russie." From the incident with Alfred barging in the last summit, France suspected that the two were fooling around. He knew from experience that the ashen haired man liked to engage in his primal urges at any given notice.

The two seemed to be arguing, well up until Ivan attacking the blond's mouth. The French man started to drool as they quickly got into the good stuff, with his two allies' squatting down and flabbergasted.

"A...America and Russia! The fuck?" Prussia temporarily hissed out the curse with an accent. "I thought America hated that bastard as much as me."

"Mio Dios, this is kind of hot." Spain licked his lips and wiped his chin, at the perfect angle to see them rub their members together.

Gilbert frowned; the taller nation was bigger than he thought but still not as big as moi. The way Alfred was moaning and arching up like that was turning him on, too badly in fact.

'Damn I didn't think he was this awesome and juicy until now.'

"Oi, you brought the camcorder Francis?" Spain turned and watched as France pulled out his spy camcorder, complete with almost invisible film.

"Oh course my dear Antonio! I learned my lesson from the last time Austria and Hungary were as you say, 'making amor.'"


Russia pulled away his mouth and cursed himself for not bringing along lube. His sister tried to tackle him to the bed this morning and he forgotten it in his room. His sunflower was almost as tight as the first time he had done this.

He spat in his hand and tried to make it easier for the blond, stretching the ring of muscle before standing up and positioned himself. He started to push in and heard America groan in pain. "N...Not so hard...do it slowly."

"Sorry." Alfred was surprised; Russia apologizing? So all he had to do was entreat a semi-normal response and Ivan wouldn't be such a prick? Awesome.

The nation was halfway there and America leaned his head and one arm against the wall, panting. He heard Ivan mumble something and bite hard on his ear.

Damn, he was going to burst and he hadn't even started yet. The ashen haired man has been having daydreams of sampling this tight heat again, half listening to his bosses' discussions. He had to distract himself, nibble on the nation's lobe, before finally moving in and out

"Ah yeah." There was this buzzing in Alfred's head, but he ignored because of the voice that kept egging him on and rising out of his mouth. "Go faster...no thrust there...mmmmm..." The blond bit his lip when Russia hit his prostate dead on and was thrusting continuously against it, raising one of his legs up to go deeper.

He heard Ivan mumble again and realized what was missing; the pale nation wasn't spurting his usual garbage. The man was quiet for once and that wouldn't do at all. "Say something you bastard...ughhhh...don't just move."

Hmmm...His pet had been a lot more demanding than usual. "Fine then, Alfred." Russia chuckled darkly at the shiver that came from his real name being used. "You want me to tell you how hot you feel? How tight you feel? How that unlike the others, you not only keep up, but never falter? I am almost ready to come before my partner, which has never happened before."

The words went straight to his groin. America closed his eyes and tried to focus on the idea of balancing his glasses on his nose instead of the rumbling sex dripping voice. "I want to see that face like last time, that delicious look you have when you come on my cock. Then I want you to eat up all your sperm and share it with me..." He felt Ivan in his hair, nibbling and biting the strands, praying that he didn't reach Nantucket.

"Ivan...I'm going to..." America opened his eyes and was about to kiss the man on the mouth until he spotted something in the corner of the hallway. "I'm...OH GOD IT'S THEM!"

"W...What..." Russia slowed but didn't stop, what had happened?

"Get off me, get off Russia!" The ashen haired nation frowned at being called his official name again; Hands pushed against his face as Alfred fought against him while still impaled.

"What is wrong you..." He parted, but not before the blond punched him in the face. Ivan grimaced; caught off guard. The nation was going to snap off at Alfred being a cock tease until he had seen the panicked look on his face.

"France...Spain...oh God they know now." America was on the verge of tears; hyperventilating. Damn it, the trio knew which meant that Iggy would know and so would everyone else! He would be the laughing stock of the world! The tabloids would be famous and his boss would kill them.

Russia watched as Alfred ran down the hallway, trying to fix his pants as tears dripped along the way. He turned and three people jumped.

"Oh sh-" Prussia groaned, the aura that Russia was emitting was the darkest he had seen, like the times when the great wall was up. Even without his terra cotta coat he somehow produced his faucet pipe. The three tried to get away and at least salvage the gold mine they had caught on tape.

"Gilbert, Antonio, Francis." The three men jumped at the sound. They turned slowly; Ivan was grinning at them and looking downright evil as it reached his cheeks like the Cheshire Cat. He was using his real voice and they knew that it was impossible to escape.

"You want to become one with me now? I won't treat you as nicely though..." The Bad Touch Trio had noticed that he still had his pants down, his prick glowing along with the rest of him as he approached them. They screamed and then the world got dark.


Random notes: (HAHAH listening to A New World Fool from Persona 4 :3 )

…L'Angleterre à maintenant: …England at now?

L'Amérique et la Russie: America and Russia