I'm Not loving it

By Fujoshi a.k.a the Otaku no Baka

Part 6


Yes I changed my name; long story and I thought about changing it back. Came from ummm...my username being tarnished due to the Hetalia Kink Meme, being trolled, as well as being flamed. Don't want to talk about it because I talked about it enough; past is past.

ANYWAY sorry about the delay! I had a lot to do, like go to court, among the 'end of the summer meeting,' which meant that work was kinda hellish. Funny enough I had some free time recently but due to the fact that I have to share a computer with my mom (it's my laptop btw,) it gets annoying. Many times I would give my son the computer so she could stop bitching so I have been playing blazblue CS on the down time instead of writing ._. I wanted to write on paper but I prefer typing since it's quicker!

Still no excuses! My beta gave this part out quickly and I should have posted this three days ago _ Well I'm posting this now!

Also for the Russiamerica fans I uploaded my whole (well at the time it was whole,) Russiamerica folder with tons of pictures (like 93+ MB) and doujinshi. I don't claim ownership of any of the pictures from rule 34, 4chan, pixiv, etc. http: / www. mediafire. com / ?aj1q5b5bo8j6tq4 if the link doesn't show up or work tell me. Going to post my whole Hetalia folders in all the chapters eventually.

Warnings: Furry suits inspired by this Russian video: http: / www. youtube. com/ watch?v = kuWRZd5l7xM&feature = player_embedded, alaskan fire dragon, fisting(?), and the Bad Touch Trio. Chapter is not 100% done either; the Russian is missing and oh goodness my spanish is SHIT _ So for spanish speakers correct me if I fail on this. Warning could also be for South American-tan nation who is mentioned again in this. I was flamed and trolled out my ass because I put her in a fic so that's a warning now too!

No I don't own Hetalia and this A/N is long ._.


America buried his face in the furry bear suit head he had in his hands.

Last night was a blur and he couldn't remember what he had done at all. From how sore his body was and how he paid homage to the porcelain gods, he had gotten really wasted. The last time he had gotten that drunk was back during Prohibition.

After he brushed his teeth, and felt slightly less nauseous, he stumbled down the stairs, trying to locate his glasses. He didn't need them but was so used to the state of Texas being on his face that it felt strange without them. Alfred smelled something in his kitchen and wondered if Tony was making him breakfast and coffee.

Instead he met a large Russian man cooking over his stove and wearing his black apron. He froze and Ivan seemed to feel his presence, as he had turned around and smiled.

"Ah. Alfred!" The ashen haired man approached the nation and kissed him lightly on the lips. America sputtered and was too shock to respond as he felt Texas being placed on his face. "You forgot these last night so I was kind enough to find them before you broke your state."

"W...What the hell did we do and why the hell are you still here?" He groaned and sat down in one of his spinning chairs, laying his face in his hands.

Russia only raised an eyebrow. "You don't recall anything, да?"

"No; I can only remember going out to that restaurant. Everything after the Vodka Room is blurry."

There was that annoying giggle and America was really tempted to punch him out the window. Instead he watched as Ivan set down a plate as well as some kind of...liquid in a cup in front of him.

"It's tea, honey, and vodka; helps hangovers." Now that you had mentioned it, Russia appeared to be kind of out the work as well. There were rings under his eyes that you wouldn't notice unless you hung around the nation. Also, his voice sounded like it was straining to retain its normally light and childish tone.

So the blond sipped on the drink and stared at the plate in front of him; not really feeling hungry enough to eat. It appeared to be pancakes and some kind of cold cuts. A bottle of his brother's maple syrup also joined him on the table, and that was the deciding point.

Alfred munched on the strange pancakes, which were actually good, as well as what he identified as the honey turkey ham that was in his refrigerator. Ivan was across from him, reading the paper and doing something or another.

The whole morning was odd; they acted like a married couple instead of former rivals who suddenly embarked on sex. When America found the text from England about raising funds to help the animals on the Gulf, they even showered together, (much to the blond's discord,) and Russia didn't sex him up too bad...

….If you don't count the blowjob that he received. "If I took you now we would be late."

America felt his face flush and he turned his head back and forth in the fuzzy bear head. He couldn't believe he touched the man and gave him a handjob. He was supposed to be fighting the man back not drawing him more and more in.

'I don't know. Why we are even fighting him off; Ivan isn't that bad.' Pffff. Alfred laughed at his voice; saying Russia wasn't that bad was like saying Kiku hated baseball.

'He isn't; you have liked him since you first met him. In fact I think it was l-'

'DON'T SAY IT.' America didn't want to hear that word; ever. He wasn't that 'word' with Russia, not at all. The nation had already fucked up any chances with the Cold War and World War II, and he refused to admit such a feeling associated with Russia.

'But the feelings are coming back~' The voice in his head sing-songed and he groaned. 'You know...it wasn't completely his fault; you know how our bosses are.' Despite being older than them, their bosses still ran the show and what they could, and couldn't, do in each of their respective nations and who they could ally with. So the whole thing with the Soviet leaders was a slap in the face.

It...It could mean that Ivan was a prisoner in his own country; that he couldn't do anything but be like a locked up ice princess and simply follow orders, without any regard. America shook his head at the ridiculous idea; he couldn't imagine Russia submitting to anyone.

'Let's just get this over with, shall we?' Alfred put on the bear suit head and got back to work.


"Where is England at aru? He was supposed to help you with the balloons."

Russia shrugged and blew into the rubbery tube; secretly planning to make the British nation pay first once he ruled the world. 'A tutu with gaudy stockings and a witch hat should suit England nicely.'

They were raising funds for the oil spill by selling balloons and food along the shores of Mexico and various parts of South America; they were supposed to cover the major areas within the next four days.

So Russia was in a panda suit, China in a tiger one, and Arthur was the dolphin; they were in charge of the entertainment stand. England had, once again, ditched them in an attempt to hijack the concession stand ran by South America, Mexico, Spain, and Romano, (with the help of Francis and what's his name.)

Ivan continued to blow into the balloons, temporarily panda headless, but he was distracted by the events from last night. Unlike America, he recalled most of what happened, which made his heart ache.

'What's wrong with me?' He shouldn't have felt this way; he felt giddy, like when he would beat Poland with his pipe, or watch Lithuania cry in a shuddering heap. The ashen haired man was happy and warm, and not from the southern heat.

'…I want to see America like that again.' He stopped blowing and closed his eyes, imaging Alfred looking at him like that all the time. Russia still enjoyed the sex but he wanted...

He wanted...

"Hey, go find England and bring him back, aru!"

"Дa." Ivan shook his head of such silly thoughts and decided to beat the stupid British man upside the head; he was going to take a break even if it wasn't his time to.


Alfred laughed in the suit; he was having too much fun in the 'mock rides.'

Basically they took an old car that they had borrowed from Peru and decided to use America like a horse; dragging it along and running all over the place. He even juggled a few kids, much to the parent's horror.

He was taking a break after two hours; not really feeling that tired. He was mostly hungry for the gorditas and Mexican corn that South America was making. The girl didn't like him, but she was still nice and cute.

'I wonder what would happen if Ivan had long hair...' The blond tried to imagine Russia with long hair and kept getting Belarus in the picture. America made a face and stuck out his tongue.

He jumped as he felt something behind him and tried to turn, but felt weight on his back as he was pulled into an awkward hug. "Hahaha if this is you Mattie, this isn't funny." Gloved hands had started to rub his sides and the front of the suit and he growled.

If this was Francis, he was going to kick his ass. The French nation had been molesting most of them all damn day while in his cat suit. South America had threatened to send him to jail with poisonous water if he kept it up.

America felt his nipples being pinched and pulled within the suit, he sucked in a breath. He decided not to wear anything under this thing since it was like ninety out here. Something that was definitely hard was rubbing against his clothed ass and that covered hand was going lower. This felt good, but it wasn't right!

'No way! I'm not going to take this! It's not...it's not Ivan!' Alfred grunted and grabbed the suited nation's arm; throwing him over his shoulder and slamming him into the ground so hard that it rumbled under them.

America pulled the bear suit head off and spat. "Damn it Francis I'm going to kick my furry boot so far up your ass that you won't be able to...!" The blond paused as the Panda put up both of their hands in surrender and pulled off the head. "...Russia?"

"Дa..." Ivan seen stars in his eyes; he hadn't felt that much power in a while. Ah, it reminded him of why he liked Alfred so much in the first place; such raw, delicious power.

"I shoulda known it was your fat ass." Alfred pouted and folded his arms.

"Нет my ass isn't fat and you know it." Russia had problems getting out of the crater that America had made, but managed to pop out of it. He ran a hand through his short hair and tried to get his vision back to normal.

"Hey, you ok? I didn't hurt you too badly, did I? You are built like a tank though..." Alfred reached a concerned paw towards Ivan.

Russia blinked at the raw emotion in America's voice and felt his face light up. He grabbed the nation's arm and pulled him into an embrace. "No, I am fine, but thank you for your concern..."

Alfred froze as he felt himself being hugged; smelling musk and coal on the nation. "I...I thought I told you to stop talking commie so much."

Russia ignored him and sighed; resting his head on sunny blond hair. "If you learned Russian then it wouldn't be a problem." He felt the younger nation relax into his hold. "This...feeling is foreign, but it helps the demons."

Alfred rolled his eyes at the garbled strange words and snuggled. He knew this had to be a trick but he didn't care right now. Ivan wasn't molesting him, or damaging his awesome body, so this was nice.

"You know, I could teach you Russian so you wouldn't keep mocking it like an idiot." The words were a stark contrast to the look in Ivan's eyes; more playful than anything else. He pulled back to look into annoyed blue eyes.

Alfred felt like a chick, but closed his eyes as Russia leaned over for a kiss. He groaned as he felt paw covered fingers rub into his blond hair.

The kiss started to get more heated when Ivan decided to resume touching his body. America parted, licking his lips as he felt a cold arm reach around under his suit, twisting and tweaking his nipples. Russia had the panda suit half off, eyes squinted in concentration.

"Can...Can we go someplace else to do this?" America bit into the pale skin between Russia's neck and shoulder, feeling an old hickey. He was grateful that there were no kids around watching Mr. Bear and Mr. Panda make out.


"Where the hell is that hijo de puta Francis?"

Spain shrugged at South America's response and gave another customer a cup of Mexican corn. Many of the major nations were here, including the Bad Touch Trio and his 'other' siblings, like Argentina. Antonio was supposed to take over the blond's job while France went to go scout out Russia and America.

The Spanish man was wary because he didn't want to have another pipe up his ass, or something far worse. But he wanted to see what else the waiting for spring couple would do. God he still had the video Francis gave him, and it was so hot that it gave him fantasies on what he could do to Lovino.

He turned to Mexico. "Voy a ir a buscar a Rusia y a América; ve por el hermano de América,
Canadá, para que te ayude mientras no estoy. Ustedes tres podrán solos ¿no?"

Mexico gave him a look. ""¿Quién? ¿Quién demonios es ése?"

Antonio shook his head and sighed. "Matthew! ¡Por dios! Regresaré en treinta minutos. Procura que tu hermana no me siga."

"Está bien está bien." Mexico waved his hand as the dark haired, tanned nation sneaked off to find Gilbert.

Canada gave the retreating nation a look; he knew some Spanish and thought he heard his brother's name and Ivan. There was this rumor going around that those two were fooling around in a relationship, especially after the incident two meetings ago with a hysterical America who came into the room half naked. Papa had told him that Russia wasn't raping his brother and so he believed him.

Well, so far.

"Wait...Ah shit that stupid brother of mine left too! So it's only us two!" Mexico shook his head and Matthew sighed, going back to cooking the corn again, forgotten.


"Francis."

France wiped the drool from his mouth and turned. "Oh it's you Ant."

Spain nodded and joined the French man along with the German nation, dressed up as a bird holding the camcorder; grumbling. It seemed to be that his jaw was still swollen, but not broken anymore. Thank God nations heal fast.

"So what is the dirty Russia doing to America today?"

"Fingering...maybe fisting. I am hoping that Big Ivan just loses it though." France wanted to see America get pounded on the wall, licking his lips.

Gilbert nodded in agreement, since it still hurt to talk.

"What the fuck are you three doing now?"

The nation's jumped and fled; Romano wasn't prepared to be dragged down behind the bushes.

"Damn you...mmmfmmm!"

"Shhhh..." Antonio pointed to the scene and Lovino paled. The fuck was Russia and America doing? Seriously were all the nations just horny old bastards?

Spain slowly removed his hand and Romano gulped, trying to not sit on his weasel tail. He couldn't believe he was watching this with these perverts...


"Ahhhh damn it."

Ivan smirked as he felt his little lover impale himself further on his fingers. They were behind some brick house, resuming where they had left off.

Part of him wanted to fuck the nation into the ground but they didn't have time for that and he felt like he was being watched again. So he stuck about four fingers up the nation's ass and was thrusting them inside, wiggling and pushing. They had to use the wall for leverage since the blond had his legs around the older nation's waist.

Alfred laid his head on Russia's forehead, panting and sweat dripping off his brow. God the man was practically fisting him. He didn't think he could take this much in his ass; it wasn't as full as when Ivan's cock was in, but it was close.

"My dear sunflower, when we get back I am taking you on the bed; all over the bed." Alfred groaned and closed his eyes, hearing the promise whispered in his ear.

Ivan's violet eyes caught that strain of hair sticking up and thought about it for a moment. Like a light switch he ahhh'ed at the memory and pulled the ahoge with his mouth. The response was instant as Alfred bit back a scream.

"Hahahah, oh so this is like little Italy's curl then~" Shit, he wanted to kill Ivan, but his brain was starting to overload with pleasure. His tongue was hanging out and he panted, drool coming from his mouth. The blond was grumbling nonsense as Russia continued to tweak and pull at Nantucket with his lips, blowing on it and making it twitch.

America's hair smelt good, even with all the sweat, like smoke from the food stand and flowers. He felt the inner walls on his fingers spasm and clutch tightly; he wished that it was his cock instead. Hot juices splashed on the both of them, covering their bellies.

Alfred felt boneless, trying to get air back into his lungs. His whole body tingled and his brain felt numb. He could vaguely feel fingers part from his body and he fell back against the wall, leaning on it.

"Now America this doesn't mean we are done yet, да?" Blue eyes slowly opened and met the smug panda in front of him. "I want you to do something that you haven't done before."

Reaching with a bare hand within the suit, the pale nation pulled out his straining member. "I want you to suck me off."

"What...Why?" The blond's brain was starting to come back to reality and he just started at the reddish, throbbing dick in front of him. He realized his mouth was starting to water at the site of it and shook his head slightly.

"Because I never got off this morning." Oh yeah, he did do a half handjob on Ivan, since Tony knocking on the door about the limey telling them to hurry the fuck up ruined it...

America blushed and glared at the cock behind his glasses. He had seen Russia do it, so it shouldn't be too hard, right? Getting down on his knees and sitting seiza style, Alfred felt the heat and smell coming from the erection. It was strange, like a strong rank odor, but not bad.

Closing his eyes, he reached over and gave the head a slow lick. The reaction was instant as he heard the pleased moan. 'So it's like a popsicle...well a really hot and yucky one.'

Alfred decided to get to work before Ivan tried to do something. He pulled one arm out of his suit and gripped the base of the cock; flicking and curling his tongue inside of the foreskin. 'It tastes the most like Russia here.' The blond lapped up all the precum that gathered under the skin.

"Mmm." Ivan sighed and patted the soft blond hair; watching how Alfred parted from the head with a lick and started to work on the underside of his member. For a virgin he was doing pretty well.

"I..." He shivered as he felt the blond suck in one of his balls. "I want you to put it in your mouth."

Alfred opened his eyes at that and trailed his tongue up; giving Ivan a look. "Ummm..."

Russia almost giggled at the confused naïve look on the American's face. "Put it in your mouth like a lollipop and don't use your teeth; spread your lips around them." No, he would have to teach America how to do that on a later time.

Alfred bit his lip but opened his mouth wide and swallowed down at least a quarter of the erection. Damn, the bastard was too big. The blond grumbled and started to suck and move his head, hoping that he wasn't too unawesome doing this.

Russia hissed and closed his eyes; gripping the blond hair tight. He had wanted to do this for a long time. Every time he would see America dart his tongue out before he ate food, the way he would moan and worship those putrid burgers.

The Russian nation felt the other nation try to take more in and gag; grumbling and vibrating his cock. He recovered though and started to curl his tongue the way he was doing earlier, moving his head up and down.

Even though he couldn't take all of that monster dick in his mouth, he was going to make up for it. America pumped what he couldn't take down and used his paw covered hand to roll the nation's testicles in his fuzzy fingers.

"Черт." Ivan couldn't help but watch Alfred's efforts but he was going to come too soon for his liking. The ashen haired man tugged on the sunny blond hair and leaned over.

"You want it?" At the gargled response as well as the hard erection poking out he assumed that was a yes. "Well...I hope you enjoy it..."

Ivan grinned and whispered in American's ear. "...When I piss in your mouth."

Blue eyes widened and Russia smirked as he imprinted the reaction in his mind. He held onto the younger nation's head as he suddenly came in his mouth. Sperm gushed out of Alfred's nose.

Ivan would had been pleased at the result if it wasn't for the fact that America let go and promptly punched him to the next country over.

Oh well at least he didn't bite his dick off in revenge.

Alfred coughed and tried to get his breathing back to normal; that son of a bitch peed in his mouth! He felt sick and wiped off his lips and nose, still feeling the substance on his face.

"Fucking red bastard! I should hit him again!" He blinked and noticed the white stuff on his hands, staring at it. "Wait...this isn't urine it's...HE FUCKING LIED!"

The blond shook and stomped off, wondering which of Spain and Mexico's siblings found Ivan.


"Oui, that was hot. Well, until America punched Ivan."

Prussia nodded and laughed; his clothes feeling too sticky and too tight.

"So you got all of that Gil?" Spain licked his lips and sighed. He turned to Lovino and paused.

The Italian man was shivering and breathing hard, trying to hide his obvious erection. "Fuck you guys...Fuck you all!" It was indeed hot, but it was wrong! Whatever America and Russia did during their free time wasn't their business! He wondered how many other nations knew about them.

Antonio grinned and turned to his partners in crime; they nodded and surrounded the poor tsundere and horny nation. "AHHHHH NOOOO!"


"Where the hell is Russia?"

China shrugged and handed another kid an animal balloon. "I have no idea, aru; he went to go look for you and got lost. South America told me that her brother Spain is gone too."

England sighed and rubbed his hair. "Yeah I can't find Alfred either; what happened to that git?" He didn't want his former colony to get molested by France. The British man assumed that he could be with what's his name.

Well as long as he was safe then that was ok.


Thank Romancecrisis and Akuoni for helping me in my shitty spanish.

Hijo de Puta translates to Son of a bitch I believe

I'm going to look to Russia and America; get America's brother Canada to help
you out while I'm gone. You three should be able to handle it right?: Voy a ir a buscar a Rusia y a América; ve por el hermano de América, Canadá, para que te ayude mientras no estoy. Ustedes tres podrán solos¿no?"

Who? Who the hell is that?: ¿Quién? ¿Quién demonios es ése?

Matthew! My god, I'll be back in thirty minutes, make sure sister doesn't
follow me.: Matthew! ¡Por dios! Regresaré en treinta minutos. Procura que tu hermana no
me siga.

Está bien está bien: Alright alright

Черт: Shit