I'm not Loving it

Part 7

By Fujoshi a.k.a Otaku no baka


I'm a dumbass

I thought I posted like this chapter ages ago, looked at the story, went WTF, and realized I didn't so now I'm uploading it. -.-; I still thought I posted it but it's NOT THERE! My old beta kit did this ages ago and it was still on my harddrive so...

Sighs

Warnings: Toys, vibrators, kink, some pissing, (watersports? It's not pissing on someone,) spanking, handcuffs.

For God's sake I don't own Hetalia! If I did I would be pimping it out3


Today was a summit meeting; the usual G8 members, minus Russia, were discussing terrorists as well as how they had, temporarily, solved the problem of the oil leak.

America was in the center as usual; talking loudly and vibrantly. He was shouting about his new boss, how he was finally settling things with the Middle East, somewhere, and how the money they raised had helped so many awesome animals, as well as his whale friend.

The only thing odd about the young nation was that he had a constantly flushed, red face; his eyes were kind of glassy, and he sound distracted. The countries blame it on the heat wave; even France had on only a rose speedo, while Spain had something that appeared to be tomato sauce all over his half naked body.

Alfred attempted to be his awesome self, but it was difficult with the vibrator up his ass. His hands gripped the podium until it was cracking because of all the pressure that settled in his lower half.

America was happy, because not only did Ivan leave him alone for days, but he didn't have to be on his toes for being molested, well until that red son of a bitch had approached him this morning. The blond wanted to laugh at Russia's broken nose and how his accent sounded a lot like Boris from that one cartoon.

He wasn't amused for long since Ivan pinned him down and whispered about, 'Being punished until he got back from Moscow.' America couldn't remember all what the Slavic nation had said since Russia had lubed up his entrance and pushed a bright, hot pink vibrator inside.

So, said toy was inside of him buzzing on what Ivan had said was 'an easy setting.' It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the fact that he also had a cock ring on, and said toy brushed against his prostate whenever he moved.

America swallowed and tried to continue his speech; taking advantage and talking as much as he wanted. His former charge was suffering from the super-flu that was residing in his nation and was very lax at this meeting.

'We should just take care of this problem.' His voice reasoned; since he had to drink that forty two ounce Fanta as icing on the cake. 'Let's just jerk off; Ivan wouldn't know about it.'

Oh yeah, Russia had told him not to pull out the toy, or the ring off, until he came back from helping his people and his sisters from the heat wave that had spawned in his country. America wondered why the hell he had listened to the dick head and put up with such faggotry.

'Because you love him.' The blond's voice wavered but he kept on talking. 'Because you love him and oohhhh man I wish he was here.'

'It's his fault in the first place, and I don't love him!'

'But you do,' It argued. 'You love him and you wish he was here, pulling the toy out and pushing his hard cock in your ass. Feeling his cold body against your own, or would it be hot because of the heat wave?' The voice in his head mused and Alfred heard the podium crack again; on the verge of turning into sawdust.

'You want him to whisper dirty things in your ear, to relieve you of the pressure, to fill you up to the brim. You want him to talk in that hot language of his, and you know why? Because you're just as much of a pervert as he is, and you love him. Just admit that we are so masochist-'

"ARRRRRRHG!" All the nations jumped when America slammed his hands down and broke the podium. "I...I gotta use the bathroom!"

Francis raised as eyebrow and England panted as he fanned himself. His blazer was on his chair and his shirt was halfway open. "Yeah, just...hurry back." The British man pulled out his wand and glared; just because he felt under the weather didn't mean that France could still try to molest him.


America ran into the washroom and practically crashed into the first stall. He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. His cock was red and dripping with pre-cum, splashing onto the floor.

"F...Fuck." The blond bit his lip and tried to pull his dress shirt over his erection; he had come to this meeting in just a shirt, pants, and his bomber jacket. His member was ready to burst and he didn't know if he should piss or get off first.

Sitting on the toilet, he leaned back and pulled his legs up on the seat. America had a clear view of the annoying toy, since Ivan got him one with a curly pig tail. It was sticking out of his ass and touching the rim of the bowl.

'Bastard...mmmm...I don't love him!' He pulled on the tail and got out a quarter of it, before pushing it back in. Alfred started to set a rhythm, pushing and thrusting the toy in his ass, back and forth. It wasn't big, but it was close to size of Russia, if only a bit slimmer.

He used his free hand to pull on the cock ring and got to work; using the pre-cum as a guide. The blond closed his eyes and moaned loudly; his traitorous mind imagining it was Ivan doing this, blowing in his ear and whispering those annoying, stupid Russian words.

It didn't take long since he had the damn thing on half the day. "AHHHHH!" The younger nation couldn't stop the wanton scream from erupting from his lips as streams of come splashed all over the door and the floor.

America's chest heaved and he tried to get his breathing back to normal; he squeezed out some more spunk and watched it drip down to his soaked fingers and onto the toy. "Damn, that's bad." Ivan would definitely know if he looked at the vibrator and saw all the dry cum on it.

He laid his head against the toilet seat and sighed; he was still half hard because of the vibrating bastard in his butt. The blond continued to stroke himself, feeling the pressure of all that soda get to him.

Alfred blushed as he couldn't hold back any long and watched as a massive stream of piss shoot out of his cock as if he were coming. He closed his eyes and gave up; feeling the pressure reside in his bladder. It felt kind of good and he was embarrassed that he was getting hard from doing this.

When the streams went down to a trickle he grumbled and wondered how the hell he was going to get back. His pants were soaked and he had another erection. America thought about jerking off again at his hotel room and damn Russia.

The blond carefully hopped off the toilet seat and tried to clean up the sperm and piss as best as he could with paper towels. He knew the janitor wasn't going to be happy with this.

"At least my boxers aren't ruined." The pants got most of the mess so he could come out somewhat decent. He washed his hands, throwing away his now ruined pants. He peered out the bathroom door; trying to watch out for other nations.

America ran down the hall, adjusting his pig tail vibrator in his ass. If he could get a taxi he was golden since his boxers looked kind of like shorts.

All hope was lost when he spotted a familiar scarf around the corner.

Russia blinked at the blond nation that had almost crashed into him. He had just arrived in Germany after settling things in his home. The dam near his capital broke and it was hot; surreal hot. It hadn't been this warm in Russia since the 1920s, maybe even earlier than that.

"Ah Alfred." America paled and tried to run the other way until he was caught by the scruff of his neck like a dog. "Now, why are you running down the hallway like a loon?"

"Non..none of your damn business you snarky commie! Just shut your face!" He knew it was over when Russia raised a brow at his attire and then slowly smirked.

"So..." The ashen haired man leaned in close. "You ignored my request and took it out anyway."

England heard a crash and Italy paused in his speech; thank god. "What the bloody hell?"

The nations gathered and peered out the door; watching Ivan and Alfred fight in the hallway.

"Ah, hello!" Russia grinned and waved; having America in a headlock. "I was subduing little America here because we need to have a chat! Come on comrade!" Arthur was going to protest until they had disappeared around the corner, with Alfred shouting, "Chat my ass, you fucker!"

England was going to go after them until France had squeezed his shoulder, shaking his head. "Non, let them go fight with each other, you know America can take care of himself."

Arthur sighed but submitted to the idea, for once. The other nations present shuffled about nervously and glanced around, having some idea what the 'chat,' was going to be about. The video that the Bad Touch Trio had circulated to Eliza, so even though the countries had never watched it, they had hear details pertaining to it.


America roared and tried to push against the weight on his back.

He was face down on the sink counter, with both hands behind his back. Russia had managed to pull out handcuffs from somewhere and temporarily bind the blond.

Alfred was working on a way to break them with his massive strength until he felt the vibrator increase in speed. "AHHH AHHH!" He panted and ground his teeth, his lax erection at full mast again just from the vibrations against his sweet spot.

"S...Stop...please pull this thing out!" He wiggled, the pig tail shaking as well. His pride was already beyond the means of revival with a potion and he just wanted to get the toy out.

Ivan pondered; the foolish little lover of his looked delicious bent over and begging. During their spats and arguments in the past America had never submitted and he was feeling delighted. No, he still needed to be punished for not only punching and breaking his nose, but also for disobeying a simple order.

America wasn't prepared for the smack on his ass. "Ow! HEY!" He hissed as his behind was smacked again, sending the toy further inside and pressing harder against his prostate. The poor blond grumbled and wiggled, feeling the hits shake him to the core.

Since Alfred insisted upon acting like a child, he had decided to treat him one. Ivan watched the pale skin light up to such a nice red, mesmerized by how the blond reacted differently with each hit.

America felt like it was forever before Russia had finally stopped. His whole face was red and he was beginning to cry; his ass felt like it was on fire. Damn it, he hadn't been whooped since he had been a colony! Not only that, but he could feel the pre-cum dripping out of his cock steadily, his knees threatening to buckle.

He wanted to curse the stupid former soviet nation so badly, but instead a hoarse whimpering plea came out. "Just...take the damn thing out already! I want to come so badly."

"Ah, but America you already came once today~" Ivan wanted to see how far he could go with this. He leaned over and rubbed the abused ass with his gloved fingers. "Say 'please Ivan sir can I come?'"

Alfred sucked in a breath at the Russian and felt whatever was left of his pride die. "Please Ivan, let me come; take the damn ring off and fuck me already!"

Purple eyes widened and Russia was for a loss of words. It took him a minute to reply. "W..Where did you learn that from?"

The blond flexed his fingers, still bound. "I...I just know some of it because of my people ok? It's not like I study your stupid language all the time." Ah so the little Piglet did understand what he said somewhat.

America wanted to sob and shout out in joy when he felt the pink, gaudy vibrator finally come out of his ass and the cock ring being pulled off. He was going to actually say something nice for a change until something else was put into his ass.

"What are you doing now you commie ba-AHHH!" Russia laughed at how Alfred reacted to the egg vibrator being pushed up his anal walls instead of the slim toy on the highest setting. He didn't waste any time and pulled out his member, already hard and dripping.

Ivan ripped open a packet and dripped it along his cock before slamming inside of the body under him. He mumbled and cursed with the lube packet still in his mouth; fuck, even with the toy from earlier America was still tight.

The ashen haired nation braced one hand on the counter and the other on the younger nation's hip. He could smell the scent of sperm and was pleased that the blond came just from the penetration alone.

Alfred was a mess; his glasses slipped in the sink and he was gone the minute the man's erection had joined the egg up his ass. All he could feel was pleasure and how good this was. His mouth was open and garbled, incoherent words poured from his lips.

His brain was into overload; the toy was vibrating against his prostate constantly, pressing with every thrust. The blond groaned, feeling the heat pool between his legs. The blond was already close to having his third orgasm for the day and if it wasn't for Russia's grip on his body he would have fallen to the floor.

"It never ceases to amaze me that, no matter how many times I do this to you, you still fit like a glove; it is like your body is meant for me." Ivan hmmmed and buried his face into those sunflower locks that smelt like honey to him; the American was milking his cock now, squeezing delightfully. The ashen haired man's thrusts were short and hard, basking in the sensation of the toy vibrating against the tip of his member, pleasing him as well.

America groaned, shutting his eyes as he felt Russia nibble and pull his poor abused cowlick. He mewled out pleadingly and was thrilled when the Slavic nation reached a gloved hand around his erection and stroked him once, then twice. His whole body felt like it was on fire as his toes curled in his loafers while he came on the nation's fingers, adding to the puddle that was already forming under him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he sighed in joy, falling out on the sink.

Russia decided to give the man mercy and stroke him off, enjoying the garbled scream that rose from his lips. He groaned; feeling the blond grip him like a vice and not letting go as he filled his sunflower to the brim. America gave a shuddering heave and Ivan raised an eyebrow, panting.

"Alfred?" He poked the young nation and realized that America had indeed passed out. Shaking his head, he parted with a grumble and wondered how the hell he was going to handle this.

The first thing on the agenda was to make America look more presentable so he cleaned him and himself up, freeing and turning around the comatose body. Russia wanted to laugh at how the man was hugging him now, compared to all of those times that Alfred loathed his touch.

Picking up America bridal style; he hummed an old tune and walked out of the restroom. He had to inform that old stupid British nation what happened so that he would assume America passed out from fighting rather than anything else.