I'm Not Loving it

Chapter 5

By Otaku no Baka

Sorry about the late update! What happened was a series of unawesome events:

My internet died because of the thunderstorm here ~_~ So I didn't have wifi and had to use my back up internet, Clear.

Which didn't work so I had to buy a new connector and thus I was without internet for about a week or so? To make matters worse I caught a head cold from the fan here :p The most I could do was chat, work, and blow my nose a lot!

I'm better now (kinda,) but I probably gave you guys problems like 'oh my goodness did she quit or die or act like the other writers on this site!' No I'm working on chapter 6 and trying to not play blazblue CS that just came out or Persona psp .w. *coughs* Sorry I'm such a game head.

I thank my hard working beta Kit as well as Tanya san for once again putting up with my baka American random goodness of trying to please everyone ._. I hope both of you guys had a good summer vacation and I am...still drawing both of you guys art ._.; I have to do it at work waaaa.

Warnings for this chapter: Attempted romantic Ivan, drunk Russiamerica, and the offical most normal chapter of this whole series; part two is cookies compared to this one. Also this is the longest chapter plot wise for a while before it starts getting pwp and squicky again. Thanks again to my two wonderful betas. If this looks weird it's because I posted this at 2am right after I got it from my beta...

If I owned Hetalia then I would have a box house by now :3


America hid in the covers; his alien friend had offered him ice cream earlier and he had accepted it.

The phone was ringing nonstop as well as his cell but he didn't have the nerve or energy to answer it. He knew whom it was and just wanted them all to go away. The blond sank himself further into the bed grumbling.

'Why did I give into the villain? Now it's game over.' He sniffed and wiped his eyes. 'I should have fought him and said no, not arch up like a wanton, horny girl!' Alfred gripped his hair at the temptation of lust that still lingered after he had parted from the cold man's body.

'You know you enjoyed it.' The dirty part of his mind, a low rumble, was fully voiced now. 'Russia's a good fuck and you want to have sex with him.'

'Shut up!' His more sensible mind screamed, but the voice just snickered.

'What's wrong with doing it with Ivan?' It sing-songed the nation's name. 'It's better than France or, god forbid, Iggy. At least he makes it fun, and he's good looking to boot.'

'But he's just using me to take over the world! I know it!'

The voice was quiet, contemplating. '...What's wrong with that? You could pay back Yao, get out of recession and have a powerful man around your finger. Unless...you're just mad that you're on the bottom all the time.' It cackled in his head like a mad woman and Alfred groaned. 'You could always turn the tables, you know, and be on top.'

The blond nation fell back on the bed, ignoring himself and wrapping further into the blanket cocoon. It was game over, but he could start over again! He still had to continue!

"...Not really." He knew his boss was having a field day with all the drama that was going on now, since he went home in the middle of a summit meeting.

So Alfred sat up in his bed, eating up a pint of Americone dream and sobbing. America decided to play some Persona 4 to distract that voice of his that was still mocking him. It was going good like gravy until he heard the familiar clacking of boots and shivered. He knew who it was and didn't want to face him.


Russia frowned; he had gotten out all the frustration that was in his system on those three idiots and now he was checking up on America. The blond was so close to accepting him and moving onto the next step. Well, that was until the Bad Touch Trio messed it up.

He used his spare key to open the door, spotting Tony at the entrance giving him a weird look. "We were caught fooling around by the other nations." Russia shrugged and the alien seemed to shake his head.

"Pu pu, the limey's been calling all day; you really fucked up now."

"Mmmh I know, I didn't want our relationship to get out like this." Ivan knew Tony from long ago, before he became roommates with the American. Him and the alien had problems because of the Cold War and how it affected America, but settled their differences after the fall.

That and he was one of the few that knew what could bribe the alien.

"Well you better fix it because if he gets all whiny to me I'm going to put weird signs on your bridges again."

Russia sighed; he recalled the crude penis that was drawn on St. Petersburg Bridge that linked to England's homeland. "If you do then I won't bring 'you know what.'"

"Pu pu, don't be a prick, pu pu!" The nation waved his hand and the alien made the weird noise again. "Just cheer up Alfred already, you snowballing stupid bastard."

Russia only laughed and made his way to the back, already knowing the location of America's bedroom. He spotted a large lump; like a turtle in its shell.

"Alfred." The blond shivered at how the name rolled off his tongue.

"Go away Russia, I don't want to be bothered again." He'd be damned if he let his body betray him again, even though Russia was indeed a good lay.

The large man ran a hand through his hair, wondering what could make the younger nation into his usual vibrant self. America was harder to manipulate when he was depressed, and would most likely listen to his closer allies, like England or that blond twin of his. This would not do.

"Alfred how about I treat you for dinner?"

Wait, did America hear that right? He turned around and met the bigger nation, who was hovering on the side of his bed. "Food?"

"Да, food." The ashen haired nation pulled the blond from the sheets. Russia shook his head at Alfred in nothing but United states boxers and a t-shirt that said, 'still cock blocking since the 1700's.' "I am going to take you on a date America."

"Hey, at least let me put some clothes on!" The blond eeped as he felt Ivan's hands on him. "I don't need help doing that mmmmf!" American groaned as he was kissed and molested once more.


Alfred grumbled and locked his door, his face hot. Ivan made it really difficult for him to get dressed. The nation was harsh; picking everything out, down to his underwear.

He didn't have on his bomber jacket for a change; instead he wore a black cotton woven long-sleeve, some navy blue dress pants, and white casual loafers. It was still too hot in New York; sticking his hands in his pants pockets and slouching. How the hell could Russia stand to wear a suit jacket and a sweater vest in this heat?

America walked around feeling paranoid; waiting for the paparazzi to pop out. He was surprised when nobody showed up from his bushes, and even more so when Ivan lead him to a silver car. 'I guess it wasn't as mainstream as I thought.'

Oh my god was that a Continental GT Bentley? His mouth hung open and the ashen haired man fished for the keys. "I left my vehicle at home so this will have to do for now."

The blond was still shell shocked but quickly shook his head, grumbling and trying to appear grumpy. He was not going to enjoy the evening; Russia was going to fail as usual by smacking his ass in public or raping him in the bathroom.

Ivan was really getting into the whole, 'date,' thing, holding the door open for him. He just ignored the kind gesture and got into the car, buckling up and fanning himself.

"God it's like an oven in here! Don't you have any AC in this thing?" The short walk from the car to the door left his shirt sticking to him like a second skin. His hair was already drooping and his ahoge was up like a beacon.

Russia calmly got behind the wheel and Alfred paused; it felt a lot cooler now. "The hell?" He turned to Ivan in question and the pale haired man pointed behind him.

America turned and almost jumped out the car, there was this old looking solider guy smooshed into the small back seat. He was glaring and puffs of cold air radiated from his mouth.

"General Winter is always around me but seems to be more apparent when it's the hottest or during bad times in my homeland." Ivan wanted to laugh at the stare that the blond was giving him.

No wonder the bastard was always so cold. America reached up and touched Russia's face, groaning at the chill. Part of him wondered was the inside of his body cold as well, but knew first hand that the nation's mouth was contrasting and hot.

'If his mouth is hot I wonder if his...' Alfred felt himself blush at the thought of being inside of the pale nation and pushed himself back as if he was burned.

Ivan raised a brow at his 'lover's' weird actions. He understood how America worked, but he could not comprehend what the younger nation thought half the time. Instead of trying to wrap his brain around that idea, he focused more on the plan to further plant himself into Alfred's lifestyle.

To be frank, he wanted to take the young nation right there in the car, but even he had some standards. The idea of General Winter watching him was...ugh. The spirit was easier to lose in less enclosed spaces, so he had to be patient.

The blond nation breathed slowly and counted to ten to get rid of the heat pooling in his groin. 'I did not think about having sex with Russia, I did not...' He heard the engine rumble and felt the car being sped off at blazing speeds.


Of all that is apple pie, America is never going to ride in any car with Ivan ever again.

The man drove like a demon and made it from his apartment uptown to the west part of New York, with traffic, in less than ten minutes.

Ivan poked Alfred with his pipe, frowning. The nation had fallen out the car onto the concrete, laid out. "My pig you are acting like such a 'drama queen' or one of your stars from those movies."

"Didn't I say stop calling me a pig, you son of a bitch?" America rose up and growled, about to just say the hell with all of this and go back home and be moody. Russia shook his head and pinched the man's cheeks.

"Ты слишком много говоришь, Альфред." America whimpered as the sides of his face were pulled to the point that it hurt; didn't he know how sensitive the subject was? God he tried to lose weight, but he couldn't avoid the ice cream truck between work outs.

"I...I'm not a pig and I'm not fat!" He pushed the nation and wiped his eyes behind his glasses; damn it he wasn't going to cry in front of Russia of all people.

The pale haired man sucked in a breath; he didn't enjoy when America cried because of others but it was appealing when tears flowed out of those blue eyes only for him.

"You're such an ass Ivan; I don't know why I went to your house in the first place! You have been-" Lips crushed against his own and Alfred moaned as he was kissed in front of whatever place they were at. Frigid fingers ran though his hair and one arm snaked around his waist. A tongue traced his lips and the blond found himself moaning and kissing the man back.

The sunflower was starting to get to its breaking point, and Russia couldn't have that. He thought the kiss was a good idea, especially when he felt the nation mingle his tongue with his own. America tasted sweet and delicious and Ivan wondered if he could really last until the whole thing was over.

America was disappointed when the ashen haired man parted slowly; nibbling on his lower lip. "I want to take you now." He felt a familiar bulge against his pants and wanted to rub against it, his mind was screaming yes yes yes. "But that would defeat the purpose of today would it not?"

Blue eyes were dazed and it took a minute for Al to get his brain back into order. "..What?"

Russia laughed at the dopey look. "My sunflower you are such a moron." 'Which is why I picked you first.'

Alfred huffed and started to punch the nation on the back; who had his eyes closed and laughing. He caught one of the warm hands and kissed it.

The blond blushed and felt a cool hand wrap around his warm one. The contrast in heat was making him even more turned on. Russia had to literally drag the man into the restaurant they were outside of.

The place, called the "Russian tea room," was kind of fancy. The lower floor that they were situated at was full of velvet reds and low tinted lights. People and couples talked softly and America could smell familiar, but foreign, foods.

All the pictures, as well as the blood like color, was making America's head spin. He turned to talk to Ivan to only find him conversing with the manager in that communist language, mocking him. He could pick up a few words, but most of it didn't make sense.

Instead he just waited in the lobby area with a pout on his lips.


"О Боже, это он."

The manager almost had a heart attack; he knew that pale hair and that scarf. The man had eaten here with the former Soviet leader so many years ago.

Ivan raised an eyebrow as the man saluted and bowed. "Hello my friend! It has been a long time! Welcome to the Russia Tea Room."

Russia nodded, the man did look familiar, but he couldn't place who he was off hand. "Da; is my reservation still good?"

"Of course sir! There are only a few people in the Bear Lounge, so it should be perfect for the two of you. OXFORD!" A dark haired teenager, with his hair slicked back, approached them quickly. He paled at the site of the big nation, who was a good head taller than him. "Show this man and his guest upstairs."

"Да, да, пап." The manager puffed and grumbled at how his son was more casual than himself. The teenager ignored his father and smiled weakly. "Не обращайте на него внимания, пожалуйста, следуйте за мной."


Alfred was interrupted from his thoughts of using vodka as an alternative fuel source when the two approached. The teenager waiter raised a brow at the site of the two men together but didn't make a comment. "This must be your guest then." He ushered the two past the red vibrant dining hall and up the stairs.

The blond gasped and put a hand to his mouth in shock, not paying attention to the dark smirk on Ivan's face.

A big bear statue was in the middle of the room holding three gold orbs, but what stood out the most were all the vibrant and bright colored egg lights, luminating from the gold tree lamps. Overhead were stained glass panels, shining light on all the tables and reminded America of an aurora borealis.

"The bear has fish in it..." The two men watched as America ran over to the glass bear, watching the golden fish swim around it in. "THE freaking bear has fish!" This place has been in New York all this time and he missed it?

The waiter coughed, used to this. "May I take you to your seats?" He just wanted to serve them as quick as possible; ignoring the looks from the few customers that were up here.

So they were lead to a table in the middle of the lounge near the statue. Alfred took the menu and frowned at the food as well as the prices. Everything was in Russian and the only thing that he recognized was the steak.

He watched as Ivan converse once again in that damn language with the waiter and huffed; English was so much better!

"Ummm...I'll take..." The blond pointed to some random thing on the menu when the waiter turned to him. "This."

The teenager snickered. "Oh but sir it's too late to get that kind of tea." At America's glare he coughed. "It seems to be that your 'partner' already ordered for the both of you."

"What!" He turned to Russia who only smiled and giggled. The waiter took this as his cue to get the heck out of there.

"Alfred." Ivan opted to ignore the way that the blond was seething. "How about we, as you say, make small talk before the meal."

A cold hand covered his own on the table and he stared at it. "How about we not?"

"I'm trying to do something normal, is that not what you wanted?"

America thought about the times that Russia didn't bother with the small talk and just threw him around in his own house and fucked him where they landed until Tony kicked them out.

"Alright fine I'll amuse you, you commie."

"How about you start off with not calling me a communist? I told you countless times that I am not one anymore."

"And how about you prove to me that you're not such an ass? Then I might change my mind and like you more."

"So that means you do like me a little then."

"Yeah I do-wait you tricked me!" America snatched his hand away, flushing as red as the ceiling. Luckily the waiter came back with their drinks to spare Alfred more embarrassment. He raised both brows at the couple but didn't comment.

"A straight dry vodka for you sir and an "Ivan the Terrible" for you."

The blond looked at his glass that was put in front of him. "Ivan the Terrible."

"Yes, Ivan the Terrible sir." Alfred gave Russia another look but the man was focused on drinking; eyes closed.

"I will be back with your meals shortly."

America picked up the cocktail and sipped it; he almost sighed at the strange combination of whiskey and rum mingling in his mouth. There was an aftertaste of a liqueur he couldn't figure out as well.

He wanted to get drunk or bang his head against the table when Ivan started to talk again.

"So America, when did you start to take an interest in me?"

There was a mumble that Ivan barely picked up, but he thought he heard, "Since I was a colony I liked you, but you had to be a dick." When England first introduced him to the Tsar Russia back then, he was amazed that such a big and cold nation existed. The young boy was infatuated; he was more interesting than Mattie and cooler than people like the pedophiles France and Spain.

"ANYWAY!" He clicked his tongue, refusing to go back to past thoughts, it wasn't awesome at all. "What I want to know is what your plan is now? You mentioned about Toris and me, which I don't like at all." America pointed an accusing finger at the other nation.

Hmmm, he had, hadn't he? I guess it wouldn't hurt to indulge the young man's ego. Part of the nation was impressed that he actually had the brain to remember such a statement.

"Well, you see my little pet pig, I am going to take over the world by uniting both of our countries together. Since I cannot stand that English nation, and Iceland is temporarily out of commission, that only leaves you. Not only is your land self sufficient, to a degree, but we also know each other's mindsets."

"I would normally just do this by myself, but that hasn't worked in the past, so I wanted you to join me and be by my side, that and I grew to have...something towards you. Think about it Alfred; we could be a force to be reckoned with: Toris can be with you again, your brother will be recognized, and you wouldn't have to worry about debt ever again."

Wait, what? America was trying to process all that information and the fact that he had never heard the man talk so damned much in his life. His mouth opened and closed like a fish's, even when Ivan took his hand and kissed it again. Those purple eyes were dark and alluring and oh god...

"I...would...I..."

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but here are your meals." Russia cursed at the reoccurring bad timing. The teen paled at the low rumble that started to come from the ashen haired nation.

America pulled his hand back to pick up the utensils; he didn't need to think about all the buzzing in his head right now. He was going to eat and just enjoy the night out, hopefully crash at his home later on.

The food on his plate appeared to be beef stroganoff; which was a good thing. The last time he ate this was over England's house and he had seared the sauce 'till it was black.

Alfred started to munch on his meal, which wasn't bad, and peered over to what the other man was eating. It looked like meat of some kind, with mushrooms and potatoes covered sauce.

Russia felt the blue eyes on him and rose his head; watching as the man paled and blanched. The way the nation had acted was amusing. "You want some?" He held up a forkful of veal and opened his mouth. "Say ahhh..."

Oh hell no! He wasn't going to just...so why the hell was he opening his mouth then! Alfred wanted to face-palm himself out the seat when he accepted Ivan's invitation and closed his lips around the fork. Damn it, they weren't one of those cute couples that he saw smooching on the street!

'Actually you kind of are, except instead of smooching you have wild sex with each other.' Thank you very much other me! America didn't need his inner voicing mocking him and messing up his appetite.


So the meal went on, with them sharing each other's food and the pale nation making comments every so often. The blond ordered another Ivan the Terrible and quickly gulped it down; god he wanted to get wasted.

Ivan ordered some summer borscht and pelmeni, knowing that the young nation would still be hungry, even after eating the semi decent portion of food. They shared the soup and dumplings as well; he scooted his seat around and laughed at how Alfred's face matched the red stained glass.

America buried his face into the menu, acting as if he was picking out dessert. "Wh...what are we doing after this? Are you taking me home?"

"Het; I'm going to take you to one more place."

Damn. "Well can I get some pie or cheesecake? They serve that here?"

"Da; I already ordered it." Both nations turned to the teen waiter balancing the dessert.

"A cheesecake for you and a chocolate pyramid for you." Alfred licked his lips at the good ol' American slice of cheesecake topped with dripping hot chocolate as well as berries. He tried to sneak a glance at Ivan's food once again and wanted to try some so badly; he hadn't had mousse in ages.

Instead he indulged himself; moaning at the chocolate hitting his tongue along with the creamy goodness. He licked the fork, curling his tongue around it, before cutting another piece off.

Ivan halted; fork still in mouth. Goodness didn't America know how much of a tease he was? He wanted so badly to take him to the washroom and...

The ashen haired nation picked up some more of the raspberry filled mousse and swallowed it quickly. No, he was going to wait like a sensible nation, but when was Russia ever sensible when it came to Alfred? The capitalistic idiot always made him act irrationally compared to the other countries, and he was so warm too; not sweltering hot, but not too cold either.

When the bill came he didn't even look at it; instead he pulled out his credit card and put some state dollars down as well. America on the other had and choked; he hadn't paid that much for a meal in a long time.

"Russia you..." Shouldn't do this shouldn't have done this at all because seriously I don't deserve this. America wanted to protest but found he didn't have the heart to.


The next place on their destination was not too far from where they were; called the Russian vodka room.

America felt like he had walked into a madhouse; it was of a completely different ambiance from where he had left.

Russian and English intermingled together in some orgy that reached his ears. The whole place had soft music and an open bar.

Before he could jump for a drink Ivan pulled him out to the dance floor. The blond sputtered, but quickly got into the flow, moving along with his partner.

"You still didn't answer me Alfred." The shorter nation shivered at the low rumble from Russia's lips as he leaned over and whispered into his ear.

"I...can I just decide later?" He couldn't think right now, especially with the two voices in his head arguing.

Ivan hid his smile before he pulled back and spun the man around; the people on the sides hopped out of the way and screamed. He was delighted over the fact that America hadn't flat out denied him; something that he would have done months ago.

They danced a few more time before America retreated over to the open bar; scanning quickly and ordering cranberry vodka. He drank the whole thing down in one swallow before Ivan could join him.

Ivan sighed, "America you are quite the indulgent country, are you not?"

The blond ordered another one, this time with strawberry infused liquor. "You're one to talk, considering that your country can minimize gambling but not drinking."

Russia sat in the chair next to him and ordered a glass of straight Smirnoff himself. "Da, but at least we have better tolerance for strong drinks, unlike you who has to water down everything."

"Shut up! I can handle my drink as good as any Russian!"

The older nation grinned, his eyes going dark. "Oh?"


Why the hell did he do this again?

"See...See I wonsssss!" America laughed and laid on Russia.

"Het... Het vou didn't!" Ivan leaned against the bar and closed one eye. He wasn't drunk damn it! All he wanted to do was go home and sodomize his Alfred, yes, his Alfred.

'Het UK! Not...Francisu...MINE.' The ashen haired man laughed and got the blond to join him in a set of his own giggles.

"Fuuuuuuuck you, I wonz because...because I am the king!" He pushed Russia off of him and leaned against the bar. "I'm thou king of the world and stuff stuff!" America waved his arms and shouted a 'ha' because he was the biggest bitch so that meant he ruled them all; Even more so than Francis!

Wait...Wait, what? That couldn't be right, his drunken mind supplied; Romano was the biggest bitch!

"Het I'm vhe king! And you are vy queen!" The two nations stared at each other before bursting out with laughter again.

The Russian barmaid sighed; these two men drank so much that she couldn't even keep count. At least the cute Russian guy had paid her nicely before they started drinking martinis and vodka and whiskey. She was kind of proud that the Russian man drank mostly straight while the American drank strange combinations like ginger vodka and spicy vodka.

"Maybe you two should go home." She waved down her manager to go get a cab.

"But..But I'm the hero! I can get uhhh...Tony! Yeah Tony to pick us up! He can totally like urrrh...beam us up Scotty!"

'What?' The woman shook her head; she didn't know what the hell the American was talking about. She was grateful that her boss finally came back. "Now you two go home and sleep off the drinks, ok?"


Tony jumped at the crash he heard downstairs. He paused his psp and peered around the corner; oh it was only his roommate and his stupid lover.

Sighing, he shook his head and closed the door to his room; turning up the volume on Disgaea. From the sounds of the nations he assumed they were drunk and knew it was going to get crazy again.

'Pu Pu, if he breaks something he's going to pay for it.'


Mmmh...America was taking the initiative this time; kissing the older nation and trying to rip his shirt off.

"Alfred...Alfred..." Ivan drawled out the America's name; he was still a little tipsy but less drunk than before. "Why are you doing this?"

America was disappointed that Russia parted from the making out. "Because. Because I wants to have sex!" Was it too hard to have sex with this big Russian man? Seriously!

The ashen haired man was trying to comprehend this. "Really? You want to have sex now?" Russia was more put off by the fact that America had actually admitted that he liked their little romps

"Да да, or whatever the hell you say! Come on, lets goes upstairs!" America puckered up his lips and tried to kiss him again.

Ivan giggled and pulled the blond head to his lips again, both of them struggled to go up the stairs. Tongues sparred and meshed together; Ivan pulled back and nibbled on the blond's bottom lip to get some more air before crashing their lips together again.

They tried to walk up the stairs, stumbling and groping each other along the way. America had actually ripped off Russia's blazer and sweater vest, leaving him in nothing but a half torn top.

"Alfred..." Ivan licked his lips; trying to unbutton the man's pants. Both nations heard something crash and blue half moon eyes gazed at the broken vase.

"Oh shiiit Tony is going to kill me." America's attention was caught only for a second before he started right back to making out; sucking and nibbling the bare skin shown under that scarf. He was going to leave a mark if he kept it up.

Now why couldn't the blond do this more? Ivan groaned and grabbed the man's buttocks, squeezing as he ground into the young nation. Both of them stumbled and crashed into the door, somehow landing on the bed.

Alfred felt too hot; his cock was hard and pressing into his red white and blue stripped boxers. He wanted to take off his shirt already, no, all of their clothes. "Ahhh...come on! I wanna do it already." He hiccupped and laid his arm on his head, trying to stop the room from spinning.

"Shhh my pig." Ivan giggled, raising up the young nation's top.

"I...I saids stop calling mes a pig! Why are you soo mean?" America pouted; why the hell was Russia talking and not touching?

"Because you're cute like a little piggy, да?" Russia bowed his head, breath on the man's bare stomach. "You are not fat at all," He proved this by licking and tracing the nation's pecks.

"Fuuuck!" America arched his back, his erection bumping the man's chin. "Stop teasing me!"

"No, I'm going to make sweet love to you." Blue eyes opened at that, even with the blond panting and gasping. America tried to comprehend the words in his drunken brain.

"Make love? Really?" The soft and touching voice behind those words made something in Ivan's chest squeeze.

"Да, really." Cold hands pushed up his shirt and Alfred shivered. His nipples were already erect and sticking up, dark pebbles against his tan complexion. The ashen haired man could see the sweat starting to form on the tips, dripping slowly down the younger man's body.

Ivan continued to lick and map out the nation's pecks; fingers pulling and twisting the nubs. He nuzzled his nose into the man's stomach as he heard America grumble and curse; his arm trying to cover up his mouth.

"Please Please!" The blond just wanted that stupid big nose to put his hot mouth on his dick; was that too hard to do? He arched up again but Russia had his free hand on his hips, holding him down.

The needy and greedy look pleased Ivan, so he decided to take some pity on the nation. Giving one last tug on the nipple, he moved his head down and licked the tip of the member that was sticking out of the ripped boxers.

Ivan wanted to giggle at the yelp that had come from America. He lapped up the manhood like a tasty treat, going from the root to the tip, before swallowing half of it into his mouth. Using this as a distraction, he slurped and started to press against the nation's ring of muscle.

"AHHHH!" His drunken mind could only feel pleasure and how good the older nation was giving it to him. His toes curled and he felt something press against his ass; not caring, he thrust down and cried out as he came hard into the other's mouth.

Violet eyes widened as Russia's mouth was flooded with sperm. He thought about spitting it out until it hit his tongue and he groaned. It was better than before; no longer tasting of those horrid hamburgers. Instead it was vodka, musk and, oh, he could get off like this.

He pulled off of the semi-hard cock, gulping and trying to get his semi-sober mind to not just jerk himself off over the nation the nation under him. Hng, he was too hard, his member was at the throbbing point, but he said he was going to do this right.

Alfred moved his arm and opened his eyes slowly; hair was still sticking to his face. He sat up and watched as Ivan sat on his haunches and licked his fingers, getting all of his essence. The blond tugged on the nation's scarf and kissed him on the lips, sharing the taste of himself.

"Ivan..." He slurred the man's name. "I want you to do it now; put your terrible cock inside of me." A small tiny voice was screaming in the back of his head, but he ignored it for the majority of his brain wanting to screw, and screw so. The blond spread his legs and reached down to touched himself; blushing at his finger pushing inside of his own entrance. "Here; I want it so badly."

Russia had a dumbfound look on his face, licking his lips and wobbling slightly. Was Alfred really saying that? Red rose to his pale face and he nodded, looking around the dresser for the bottle of lube that he had hid the last time he was here.

The ashen haired man popped the top open and squeezed a generous amount onto his hand. He ran the slick fingers down and pushed two, then three, inside; watching how America gripped the covers and ground his teeth.

"Your fingers are so cold but they feel good; better than when I did this the last time." Oh, yes, the pipe incident. He wondered if America had attempted to finger himself again, to find his own spot inside of his body, to come on his own fingers.

"Oh god, Ivan!" The blond hissed out in a drunken stupor as Russia twisted his fingers and found the younger man's prostate. "Please I want it!" The blond arched up off the bed and tried to push himself onto that hand.

The older nation scissored his fingers, trying to stretch the hole and prepare the man as best as he could. He pulled out them and heard a sigh of relief. Russia bit his lip as he poured the liquid onto his hand and gripped; slicking himself and squeezing his cock so he didn't come too soon.

When he felt that he wouldn't burst from sheathing himself inside of the blond nation, the older nation pushed the tip of his member against the blond's entrance. "If you relaxed more it would be easier." Ivan pushed the head in slowly, hearing the American groan. The blond put his arms around Russia's neck.

He guessed the loony bastard was right for a change; it was slipping in easier now that he was prepared better and wasn't fighting him off. Alfred could feel every nerve the nation rubbed against and every pleasure point he brushed on.

Alfred panted as the pale haired man was fully sheathed; his cock fully hard and dripping precum again. His member was pulsating and the skin kept rubbing against the head.

When Ivan started to move it was too slow for America. "Go...faster. Pound me into the bed." He smiled and moaned when his hips were grabbed and he was pushed into the headboard. The nation's cock was a piston, in and out of his ass now, pulling back out all the way before slamming back in.

Russia closed his eyes and tried to focus; he was still drunk from the vodka and America's open and heartfelt emotions were making him feel dizzy. He was trying to not come too soon from the heat surrounding his groin and the warmth inside his heart.

Warm, sweaty fingers touched his face and he opened them to stare at America. "I want to see your face when you come." Through the drunk fog he had seen something that he hadn't before; uncovered and exposed; it unnerved him.

Alfred heard the bigger man groan, cursing in Russian as he felt the member inside of him grow. He loved this, the way the bed was shaking, the way Ivan was moving inside of his ass. Oh man this was just as good as the other times.

The blond groaned as he watched the man's expression; Ivan's bit lip, half lidded eyes, the way his pale hair stuck to his nose. He was handsome in his own, creepy way.

America flexed and clinched his toes when he felt his ass being filled with sperm. He was close too damn it, but Russia wasn't stopping, oh no. He was still moving inside of him, even with a half-hard cock, and leant down to kiss him on the lips.

Tongues swirled and tangled against each other in the air, cold and hot causing steam. America was so enticed and turned on by their contrasting temperatures that he didn't notice Ivan reaching up to stroke his hair. Before the blond could get his drunken mind to respond, he felt cold fingers brush up against his ahoge.

"Hnngg." He groaned against Russia's mouth and the nation took notice; rubbing that stubborn strain and stroking the head of his thumb against it. The older man smirked as he felt Alfred cry out against his lips and come all over their chests, some of it landed on his cheek.

They just laid there, in that position, panting and gasping. Alfred was nodding off; watching lazily as the nation pulled out and at how the sperm was running out of his now gaping entrance and all over his sheets. Normally he would have complained or cursed Russia out, but instead he just stared, even taking some of it to play on his fingers.

Ivan watched too, sitting on his ass as it gushed and poured out. He looked up and America shrugged, yawning and laying on his side. "So sleepy now."

"Come on I wants to cuddle." He opened his arms up wide, like a kid, and Ivan accepted the gesture. He sighed and felt the blond snuggle into his chest, already knocked out and lightly snoring.


Music vid is totally spoiler if you haven't played Blazblue! Hahaha listening to this while writing: http: / www. youtube. com/ watch? v= OHDlch4YUD0 if only I could give Al dat ass...*shrugs*

Russian bridge cock is this: http: / www. boingboing. net/ 2010/06/ 16/ russian- art- group- vo. html

The ice cream that Al is eating is from Ben and Jerry's: http: / gallery. Nofactzone. Net/ albums /userpics /Americone_ Dream_ makeover_ small. png

Sale of luxary cars are on the rise in Russia, despite the recession, with the Mercury's Bentley being the most sold currently in 2010: http : / en. rian. ru/ business /20100728 /159976080. html

Al's boxers are this: http : / bananarepublic. gap. com/ Asset_Archive /BRWeb /Assets /Product /768/768390 /main/br768390-00p01v01. jpg

Russian tea room: www. russiantearoomnyc. com/ Has the whole menu as well as 'Ivan the Terrible' drink, pictures of the place, etc. o_o kind of image heavy!

Did any of the Russian leaders ate at this resturant for real? I must look that up when I'm not half sleep.

You talk too much Alfred.: Ты слишком много говоришь, Альфред.

Oh my god it's him.: О Боже, это он.

Yeah Yeah dad.: Да, да, пап.

Don't mind him and please let me show you the way.: Не обращайте на него внимания, пожалуйста, следуйте за мной.

Russia vodka room: www. russianvodkaroom. com/ Both places are located near the west side of New York. I had a hard time trying to figure out a nice place where the couple could go to; the top places in New York that were Russian eats were not really that fancy and one didn't have a menu or pictures for it at all .

Disgaea is an RPG from atlus that is pretty popular because of its eccentric storyline. It's on most of the systems currently.