I'm not Loving it

Part 8

By Fujoshi, a.k.a Otaku no Baka

It's 6am, I am serious as hell, as I post ALL OF THIS. Sorry it took so damn long; working on going to Anime central among other issues. I still don't have a job so that means more free time to write da? NO.

Since I'm making a crapload of lemons I have gotten lemon block. Also the Russiamerica unfilled prompts make me go, "Omg this is awesome I need to do this," and it's distracting.

For the person who left a review last chapter, toolazytosignin, I can't respond if you don't sign in so now I gotta do this T_T The whole South America tan issue: I was going to put all of Mexico and Spain's cousins/etc. in that one part as how they are doing an awesome job with the fund raising, but due to restrictions as well as just being lazy I didn't. If it REALLY BUGS YOU I can edit that part and put all of them anyway. If you must ask something like this please sign in so I can respond so I can use this to post more porn uploads or other crap _;

Oh yeah I want to thank everyone, including Grey, who bugged the hell out of me to post, as well as my new beta cake-error. Don't stop writing! Oh yeah, I'm drawing but it's problematico and whatever but I swear I'll do it. Also need a new Russian beta since mine is still MIA.

Warnings: LONG ASS CHAPTER so you better be happy, mirrors, cross-dressing, (autogynephilia? Idk...btw that means you are a guy but you dress up or image yourself as a girl,) frotteurism, voyeurism. If I forgot a warning or fucked up something that my nice beta did it's because I'm half sleep.

I don't own it obviously!


Alfred sat down on the hardwood floor, somewhat of a luxury where he lived. The whole house was handmade, from what Arthur claimed, and it was his home away from home.

No his actual home was barren, lonely, and boring. It had tons of cool animals to play with sure, but he met so many interesting 'nations' like him when England decided to become his big brother. They started coming slowly out of the woodwork, to see the youngest twins.

Now the nation was coloring pictures, using the pigmented wax to make various sketches. He was drawing bunnies, buffalo, ants, otters, and various kinds of animals. He considered drawing a picture of Tino, the young waif-looking blond nation he met before he was taken in.

"Alfred." The boy stopped and sat up; blue eyes gazing at fiery green. England had his hands on his hips and sighed. "There's someone who wants to see you today."

"REALLY? YAY!" The blond couldn't help but be excited; he had so much fun with Berwald and Denmark the other day. They played in the snow and he seen the Nordic nations, full of joy in his heart.

"Is it the tall man you're scared of with the glasses? Or is it Francis with Matthew again?" He got up and started to walk with England into the living room; holding onto his hand.

"No it's...someone else." The detachment in Arthur's voice wasn't ignored by America. Despite being young he wasn't stupid, although he sure acted like it. He brushed some lint off of his slacks that England insisted on him wearing instead of that long dress shirt he preferred.

America paused at the new person in the living room; he was big. No he was around Berwald's height but the clothing he wore just made him seem bigger. He had on layers among layers with a fuzzy hat on his head.

"Oh, so this is America?" The accent that rose from the man's lips was fascinating. It wasn't like the garbled language that Sweden spoke but it sounded like English wasn't his main speech.

Alfred, despite being nervous, still stood his ground. He got in front of his father figure and puffed out his chest. "Yep I'm Alfred! America!"

The bigger nation chuckled and pulled off his hat, showing pale, snowy hair. He got down to one knee and smiled at the blond. "Well my name is Ivan little one."

"I-van?"

"No no it's pronounced EE-vahn. I know it sounds strange considering how your...'brother' teaches you English." Russia smirked at the gibe to England and Alfred was curious.

"So where are you from anyway?" He was eyeing the fuzzy hat that was kinda pointy and grey looking.

"I'm from a place that isn't too far from here but it's very cold and lonely." The blond made a face.

"Hey that reminds me of my home! It's so far from England's house and it's mostly wilderness; there aren't a lot of people and it's so boring!"

With determined eyes, Alfred smirked. "Well since we have so much in common I'll be your friend if you don't have one! That way we both won't be alone!"

England sputtered and Russia raised a pale brow. "Actually I think that's a wonderful idea! Won't you agree England?" Both heads turned to the nation, who was red in the face.

"...Alright you can visit him but it has to be here ok?" Ivan felt good for his victory of one-upping the stupid British nation.

"Well for starters, let's play!"

So Ivan would see Alfred off and on throughout the years; bringing him gifts from home or telling him tales of his homeland, from the tsars to how his people fought bravely against the Mongolians. The blond child would hang onto every word, eyes wide. This unnerved England to no end on how much his little colony was paying attention to Russia.

Their games consisted of playing with various tin soldiers to such things as houses. Ivan didn't mind playing the 'wife' at times and cooking real meals for the child. He even taught the boy a few phrases in his language just to annoy that stupid parenting nation.

Today though he was exhausted; his government was starting to turn to the path of the other European nations. It has been nothing but battles and blood for such a long time and was starting to go into somewhat of a normalcy.

Russia sighed, wearing deep, rich furs and burying his face into his scarf. He was lying on the settee in the living room, not really in the mood to play with the boy but not wanting to disappoint him. The nation was taller now, almost reaching his chest, staring at him with such intensity.

It reminded the Russian of his sister Belarus.

"Hey Ivan, are you alright?"

"Дa." He buried his head at the headache forming.

A warm hand touched his arm and he stared at the colony. "You don't want to play today?"

"Het." Russia grumbled, trying to will away his pain. He has been so tired as of late...

Two arms tried to wrap around his torso and Ivan blinked. "When I don't feel good England usually hugs me." Colony America pulled back and nodded. "I know you're an adult but you're still kinda fun and I like you so don't be down alright?"

Violet eyes were shocked; he hasn't been hugged by anyone expect for his sisters and small children in his homeland. No the blond in front of him wasn't biased or judgmental, but still had that childish naïve demeanor.

Russia started to laugh and Alfred made a face. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing little one. Shhh." He patted the blond hair, feeling the strains run through his bare fingers. "Thank you for making me feel better. I'm as you say, overwhelmed by my responsibilities and will of my country."

Colony America nodded. "Yeah, I get like that too sometimes but it's not that bad with England's help." The blond seemed to ponder that thought for a moment. "So you run your huge land all by yourself?"

"Дa."

"Hmmm..." Blue eyes lit up and Alfred hit his fist. "How about when I get older, I help you out then! We could join up as one country like me and England or..."

A cold finger silenced him and Russia was laughing again. "Oh, Alfred you are such a silly child!"

"But I'm serious! I really like you and I want to help you, like those tsars you used to tell me about!" He wanted to help Ivan in any way possible and hey if it meant getting away from Francis trying to molest him and England's cooking, why not?


"...-bloody git always stressing me out. I'm going to have ulcers one day over-"

"Ugh..." America rubbed his head, fingers covering up his eyes. The light was too bright and his glasses were missing.

"Ah you're finally up you arse! You had me worried for a second."

"H..Hhhhuh?" Alfred groaned and tried to sit up, feeling slightly dizzy and lethargic. From what he felt under him he had to be in his hotel room, on the bed. Thankfully he had Texas with him.

That memory...his chest hurt painfully and the blond felt like crying. He really did like Ivan back then and his crush grew over the decades. Then there was this rift, this separation, until the nation assaulted him and brought back all his feelings crashing down again.

Instead of pondering that notion and giving himself a bigger headache he instead focused his vision on the dark blond man on the side of him. "Just relax; you've been out for a few hours." England pushed him back into a sitting position.

"Hours?" Oh...America recalled Ivan sticking that fucking thing in his ass and then doing him with said toy. His whole face flushed at the mind numbing pleasure he felt, to the point that he passed out.

"Ah, your face is suddenly red. You're not coming down with the flu too are you?" England fussed and put a hand on his former nation's head. He didn't believe the shit that Russia gave him about America fainting, 'like a woman,' after their little spat.

Alfred crossed his eyes and stared."I'm fine Iggy." He shrugged. "It wouldn't be heroic if I couldn't take care of myself would it? I just overworked myself that's all."

Arthur removed his hand to thump the blond on the head.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"For being a stupid daft wanker and having me and Matthew worried about your arse!" He thought Russia did him some serious bodily harm, but checking him out in his hotel room showed that the American was fine, just passed out from exhaustion probably.

Alfred pouted and stuck out his bottom lip; he knew that worked every time on England. The British nation blushed and coughed.

"Whatever! I bought you some ice cream." Thank God it wasn't McDonalds! He hasn't been able to look at a hamburger the same since!

"Thanks Iggy!" The nation grumbled and American smiled in joy and bliss; New York cheesecake. The younger nation broke off the spoon on the container and dug in.

He flicked his tongue out before curling it around the edge of the spoon, licking it then shoving the whole bit of ice cream in his mouth. The blond moaned and was about to get some more until he seen England's look on the corner of his eye.

The other nation was looking at him wide eyed and flushed; both large eyebrows raised. America blushed as well and realized why Ivan used to mock his eating habits.

"Ummm...I'm ok now Arthur so you can go now."

England gave him a look but rose from his seat near the bed. "Alright just don't do this again. If you need help you know where to find me."

America shrugged and continued to eat his treat, until his phone vibrated near the stand. He reached over and touched the screen, blinking at the new text message.

Alfred read the words once then twice and paled, no longer interested in eating anymore.

"Something wrong?" England realized how bad his former nation appeared.

"N...No! Just my boss being as usual hahahahahaha!"America laughed it off but the inside of his head he was screaming.

"Oh, well, like I said, call me, you still have my number right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, thanks again England."

The nation shrugged and parted, exiting the door.

Alfred bit into his spoon and gnawed on it, chanting and cursing. 'Fucking hell! What the fuck are you doing today you stupid ass bastard! Oh I cannot do that shit no matter what the fuck you...'

Ivan, that stupid vodka drinking idiot, wanted to go on another date. No the problem wasn't that, the problem was that he had a 'surprise' for him. The last surprise was that damn vibrator and the other one was getting him smashing drunk and doing unquestionable things to him, (even though part of Alfred said that he had a 'bloody good time,' mocking him in a British voice.)

So the younger nation jumped out of the bed, ice cream in hand, and rummaged around until he found the bag in question that Ivan left for him. He opened it up and dropped his spoon; screaming in agony and rage.


Alfred sighed and put both hands on his hips. This had to be the worst thing the nation had done to him so far.

He had on drag. Well, it wasn't obvious drag but it was still drag. A grey sailor fuku adorned his body, one with long sleeves, and a tie. A blue pleated skirt that reached his thighs made America want to pull it down; how do girls wear this crap?

The blond still had Texas on, but his short hair was permed and curled so that he looked a lot like his brother Matthew. A choker with his nation's colors was on his neck along with long school girl socks finished it off.

Damn, he even had to wear panties. PANTIES. America groaned and pulled on the skirt anyway, wondering when Russia was going to show up.

He heard something approach and turned around to bitch, until his voice died out.

Yeah it was Russia but he...'she' wasn't Russia anymore. The tall nation in front of him had on a similar outfit but also had on a dark navy blazer. Instead of socks, Ivan wore stockings as well as flats, making the blond wonder how the Russian man found girls' shoes in his size.

His hair was the most shocking though; it was long and Alfred wondered was it a wig or extensions, but from the way it waved it looked like it was the latter.

"Ah Alfred there you are my cute little Piglet." The blond's brain was still taking a vacation with piña coladas. Ivan pinched the man's cheeks and chuckled. "I am pleased that you decided to come to Tokyo in that outfit; it would make this date a lot easier."

"...Easier?" How the hell is dressing in drag easier?

"It's because we would not be able to go to Japan's country without permission from him and it would raise...suspicion. You said you wanted to try to keep this relationship inconspicuous, did you not?"

Oh so Ivan was trying to have somewhat of a normal time with him, albeit strangely. At least the Russian man considered his feelings for a change.

Although America felt that was too late with the B.T.T. but from the way England was acting that it wasn't completely blown out of proportion.

Yet.

"Alright let's just get this shit over with then, дa?" America mocked the man and pulled him by the scarf that remained on his person, even in girl's clothing.


So their first stop was the Ahikibana shopping district. They bought a few video games and books before heading over to the arcade.

"Maa Maa this isn't fair!" The two of them were playing a soccer arcade game, (Russia had to tell him several times that it was football.) The blond was bent over the controls, ass slightly in the air, biting his lip in concentration.

Russia's eyes were narrowed as they fought against the ball; it was the last quarter and he had a slight lead. He was determined to keep this up and go for the final win; the two of them did three games so far, both of them having a win.

Ivan started to growl low in his throat when the American got not only one goal but another. He was going to do this no matter what...

Both men stared and America kicked the machine. "A tie? A TIE?"

Violet eyes were also shocked and he coughed; recovering back to his impassive fake look. "Yes, I believe this was a draw."

"Well let's do it again! This is the second time this happened between us!"

Russia shook his head, wavy hair moving along with the action. "Het, I rather play something else like that 'Blazblue' or the punching game."

"But we broke the machine last time we tried that! I even held back half of my strength!" Ivan laughed so hard when Alfred broke both machines with a single restrained punch; getting thousands and thousands of prize tickets from the accident.

Alfred huffed and folded his arms; he spotted something on the corner of his eye. "Well while you decide I'm going to like get some snacks or something."

The ashen haired man shrugged and America left, skirt swishing as he walked.

Ivan continued to play games, this time trying something called 'Hitman Reborn,' a fighting game, until a group of young Japanese teenagers surrounded him.

"Well hello there cutie." Russia raised a brow at being called 'cute.'

"Are you here all by yourself?" They were talking in Japanese but the Russian understood it.

"Het, I'm with my girlfriend Allie." Ivan mentally laughed at his fake soprano voice.

"Oh is she as cute as you then?" A longed brown hair youth wrapped an arm around Russia; who eyed it. "Why don't you invite her over and we all have fun."

Before the tall nation could contemplate the options he had in this situation, America made himself known again. His blue eyes were narrowed into slits and he was cradling a large stuffed Winnie the Pooh plush.

"Ah there you are Evena!" Russia was mentally laughing at the made-up name as well as how Alfred was protective; hooking one arm into Ivan's and brushing the guy's own arm off. "We like have stuff to totally do today! We can't play with these guys!" The blond poked out his lip and sighed.

"Aw, that's too bad! We wanted to go on a date with you two beautiful girls!" The put-down man who attempted to get close to Russia rebounded right back to flirtation mode.

Alfred closed one eye in a wink and shook his head. "No this is girl's only day but we might see you guys around though!"

After receiving all the guys' phone numbers, the two went out of the arcade to a ramen shop, with America practically dragging the other nation, grumbling.

"Ah, Alfred, are you jealous?" Blond hairs stood on end and America turned around with a glare.

"NO!" He hissed out but his actions said otherwise.

The younger nation found this crane game and took his time and consideration to win the large cute plush for Ivan because hey everyone liked Winnie the Pooh! Instead of receiving praise, he was met by a bunch of young horny punks who couldn't tell that Russia was a man.

"Here just take your damn prize and let's just get this date over with!" He thrust the bear into the ashen haired crossdresser's hands and stomped into the ramen shop. He wasn't pissed off that Russia got more attention than he did, he just thought it wasn't cool that those guys were trapped like that!

'This is for me?' Violet eyes blinked in confusion before a small real smile graced Ivan's features. 'Hmmm~' He held the bear and walked inside as well. Getting little America to accept him into his life as his lover was speeding along better than he thought it would, with joyful success.

America continued to sulk when Ivan was hit on by a few more guys in the restaurant; blue eyes glared at the suitors with such a cold gaze that it would even make General Winter proud.

The blond slurped down his miso flavored barbeque pork ramen while Russia decided on the shoyu flavored ramen with chicken. They were squeezed into the small booth with all of their items; Ivan informed him that they would be rooming up in a hotel shortly.

As long as it got the ashen haired man off the streets Alfred noted. 'Still can't believe all of these guys are hitting on you. Like it's not American at all; Japan should have a better reign on his people than this. Of course he was always strange to begin with and...' The blond continued to rant and ramble throughout the meal.

The duo continued to venture through the Tokyo district, stopping by a clothing store along the way. This is how Alfred found himself sitting down in a chair as he watched Russia show off various girly outfits. He already picked out his clothing quickly; not wanting to embarrass himself further since the cashiers even thought they were real girls.

Was everyone insane but him?

"Oh Alfred~" Damn he was afraid of that pitch. Usually when Russia's voice changed it meant something dreadful. America sighed and turned his head around, his voice once again leaving him at the sight.

Ivan wore a baby blue swimsuit, but it was more like a two piece with a tank top and a spandex skirt bottom. His muscular stomach was in view and the bottom left little to the imagination.

The blond felt all the blood go to his face as well as other parts. "So how do I look?" The Russian did a spin, showing off the bulge constricted in the material.

"...You're not effeminate enough to pull that off. Just get a one piece if you really want a bathing suit." But part of Alfred really hoped that Ivan ignored his response and bought it anyway.

The two window shopped a bit, more bags in tow, before Russia calmly claimed that they were late for their train and that it was the last one until sometime late at night. Both nations high tailed it to the station, running all the way there with their baggage. They barely squeezed into the car as it took off.

'M...Made it!' America grumbled as he held the bags, being smooshed inside away from his partner. He couldn't see Ivan and he wondered was he even on this car.

He tried to hold onto something as the train lurched and moved along. Alfred felt slightly claustrophobic and packed like a sardine. It was boring as well, with the car not letting up, making the blond wish he had his iPod or anything to amuse himself.

'Almost miss Russia's stupid commie snarks; anything would be good about now.' America got his wish as he felt something creep under his skirt.

'The hell is that?' A hand reached under and groped his ass. 'Damn if that's Russia I'm going to boot-kick him off the platform once we get off.'

The hand didn't feel right in America's mind; it seemed too small. Also the way it gripped his buttocks wasn't the same. The grope was more forceful and more possessive.

The young nation tried to shift his bags so that he could grab the pervert's hands and break his fingers, but it was really hard to maintain his balance and seek out that person in this sea of people. Instead he leaned against another body and tried to not fall over.

The fingers were bolder now, reaching under his panties and gripping bare skin. Alfred sucked in a breath and tried not to panic. The hand crept under and he grinned as it paused and froze at feeling his balls.

'Teach the perv right!' America didn't glow in his victory too long as he felt the 'person' continue to molest him, squeezing his balls as another hand joined with the second one. It found his flaccid cock and was trying to work it to a full erection.

The nation closed his eyes and sobbed; he tried to wiggle away but this person had a good grip on him. He felt something hard rub against his ass, the person continuing to fondle his body. Alfred was going to say the hell with it and just try to punch the guy, human or not, until the train lurched again and he was pulled among the sea of people.

America blinked, blue eyes widen at Russia pulling him from the train doors; he handed him his bags. "Stay here." The nation's eyes widen when Ivan pulled out his pipe from nowhere and disappeared in the mob of people.

There was a pause, and then screams rang out throughout the train station. The group of people fled in a panic and America found himself getting pushed and bumped. He went with the crowd and found himself at the other end.

Sitting on a bench he waited, listening to yells, curses, and cries. It wasn't too long when the ashen haired man came back, an eerie smile on his face.

Ivan had blood on some of his clothes as well as his cheek, but from the bent and messy pipe it looked as though it received most of the damage. "Nobody does that to my Alfred дa?"

"..." He didn't know if he should hug him or stay the hell away from Russia after that.


Japan blinked; he thought he spotted American-san and Russia-san.

He was eating ramen, talking with the owner about his dog, until he noticed at the corner of his eye blond and platinum blond 'girls.' Since then he trailed the two and his feelings were confirmed when he seen a person who looked like Russia part from a bloody mess of a man.

'A Chikan...' Kiku sighed and pulled out his cell phone; calling the head of police and trying to settle down this matter at the station. He shook his head and ran after the two, curious on why they would come to his country like that.


Alfred wiggled his toes and kicked his feet on the edge of the bed, like a child bored from not exploring a new place.

Russia was taking a shower to get all the blood off of him, so America had some free time to confront his feelings. Yesterday did a number on him as well as today.

'When those guys hit on him it really pissed me off and I...' He sighed and took off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. 'I...I guess I do really like him.'

Thinking those words America felt a weight being lifted from his chest. The voice in his head rejoiced, finally happy. It didn't last for long when Alfred started to complain. 'But it's not right, it's not awesome, he's still a snarky bastard, and he wants to take over the world and stuff...' he ranted and grumbled in his head.

'He's not a communist anymore and you think it's awesome that he accepted your country's government; kinda like a wayward gift from all the problems from before.'

'…shut up.'

'And he looked hot in that outfit from earlier; aren't you glad he bought it for us?'

'SHUT UP!' That voice has been a pain in his ass; he wish it would hush like it did during the missile crisis.

The two thoughts in America's head were silent when Russia made himself known again, coming out of the shower.

Ivan felt around the extensions in his hair; making sure that they didn't fall out after he washed it. The damn Japanese guy had the nerve to do such a thing not only on the train, but to his nation. Such a thought made Russia want to beat the man up again. He would have killed him if it wasn't for General Winter making himself noticeable, shaking his head about his 'boy's' random acts of violence, and some random teenager screaming about 'a foreign ice spirit.'

The act in question didn't cause an uproar since such a thing was common in Kiku's country.

He blinked at the blond, who seemed to be arguing with himself, before the American stopped and turned blue eyes to him. The young nation gasped and Ivan smirked, pleased with the reaction. He noticed how the nation's eyes ran down to his clinging swimsuit that stuck to his wet body.

Towel on his shoulders, Russia approached the flabbergasted teenaged nation, straddling his hips. "There is something you want, дa?"

America was still speechless; Ivan was warm, warm for a change. The heat pooling from his body, especially his lower regions, felt really strange and good. So he wasn't prepared when Russia closed his eyes and leaned over for a chaste kiss.


Japan huffed and managed to get onto the balcony in the hotel room outside the two crossdressing nations.

He finally reached their destination and discovered from the computer system while the clerk was on break that it was indeed America and Russia residing in this establishment in central Japan. He couldn't believe that American-san and that vodka kappa were in his homeland, let alone the same room.

'I guess the rumors were true then.' All the nations except for England and a few others had heard or seen the video that came from the Bad Touch Trio, with Hungary buying the most copies. It was like black market porn and the three nations were making a killing. Kiku refused to watch such a thing because he didn't want to believe it.

He enjoyed America's company and considered him sort of a friend, but wanted more...the Japanese man blushed at even regarding Alfred in such a light.

So he wanted to see the truth for himself, using his ninja skills and climbing up the side of the building to the fifth floor. He noticed the door was ajar and peered inside the crack quietly.

Japan almost fell off the balcony; yes, there was a dressed up America and a dressed up Russia, but you wouldn't know it was then unless you had obviously seen them before. The two of them were making out, with the ashen haired nation on top; kissing and touching and...

Kiku grumbled and bit into his collar; he went casual and wore only a long sleeve shirt and dress pants, his trusty camera in tow. He was going to stand his ground and watch this out, no matter what.


America gasped as Russia brushed his fingers against his covered erect nipples as the pale hair man was on his neck, sucking and pulling in the skin. The nation's hands were getting cold again and he briefly wondered was General Winter in the same room as them.

His clothes were still on but there was an obvious tent in his skirt; God he hated panties.

He sucked in a breath as he felt Ivan attack the perky nubs, sucking and pulling them into his hot mouth. The nation was parting his top, letting his tan skin feel the cool air of the room. Cooling fingers touched his heated flesh in a slow caress.

"Ivan...could you..." It wasn't begging if he asked nicely was it? "Could you please take off the skirt?" He wiggled his sock clad feet and sighed in relief when Russia actually did what he asked and pulled it down, exposing his erection straining against the pink panties with a cute bow on top.

Ivan giggled and instead licked America's thighs, completely going off course. He heard the man under him groan and used one of his lukewarm hands to squeeze and tease the nation's balls. "Be patient, piglet. I know such a thing isn't your strong suit but you will enjoy this I am sure."

Damn Russia was going slow on purpose! Alfred's toes curled as he felt the Slavic nation nibble on a sensitive spot in the inside of his leg. He just wanted his warm hands, or his mouth, to touch his throbbing erection already!

Violet eyes watched America hesitantly; this was a test today. He wanted to see how far the young nation was involved.

"Ivan why...ARG!" America felt Russia bit the side of his thigh and he sat up on his elbows. He wanted to watch the man so he wouldn't pull anything else until he noticed something on the corner of his eye.

"Is that a mirror?" America adjusted his glasses; yeah there was a mirror on the ceiling. "Ivan why is there a mirror on the ceiling..." He paused and almost jumped at how the Slavic nation pushed his tongue up his entrance and then insert something.

"Stop...avoiding the question!" The blond tried to push him off but whatever the hell Russia put in his ass was filling him up. He groaned at the warm liquid and played with long platinum blond strands of hair that were so soft and shiny. "What the hell did you use this time?"

"A type of lubricant that I bought from one of the stores." Russia focused his violet eyes on the dripping substance spilling out of his lover's behind, pushing one then two fingers with ease. "Hmmm it is very slippery; I might have to invest more in this."

America sighed and went into a temporary ceasefire; he just sat there and watched as Ivan prod and poke like a child. The stuff was starting to make his whole body feel hot and the muscles in his ass relax more with ease. "What's in that stuff?"

"Yohimbine, Bremelanotide, combinations of other compounds…" Ivan eyed the bottle and continued to push and move his fingers inside of the warm cavern. He shrugged and watched how Alfred had his eyes on him, how his breath was more labored than before, even with his erection pressing against his cheek.

"Ivan just...just push it in...bigger." God why did he feel dizzy? His whole body felt hot and his ass was twitching to be filled completely.

Russia raised an eyebrow but complied. He couldn't help but smirk as Alfred wrapped his arms around his neck with a blush on his face.

"This...shit...is doing something weird to me, making my ass feel swollen..."

"Such words are ruining the mood." He continued to smile even at America's half hearted glare and turned him around.

Alfred paused; at the other head of the bed was another mirror. His blush reached his neckline at the sight of himself. 'Oh God I didn't know what I would look like.' The blond didn't look at himself before leaving out and his appearance now was one of a bashful girl being taken for the first time.

He scowled and attempted to look away, to not see how wanton he was. America felt Ivan's lukewarm hands pull down his panties slightly and grope his bottom. "Are you modest now? From all the times we did this I assumed you would be used to it."

"Of...of course I'm not! It's just that-" No he wasn't going to admit to Russia the doubt in this, the apprehension he got from seeing himself. America eeped as he felt hands suddenly lift him under and position him near the head of the pale nation's cock.

"Mmmm...Ah." He wanted to cover his mouth from the noises he was making but instead he used one hand to help guide the man's cock. America didn't enjoy how he was torturously being impaled on it slowly.

"Look...look how your ass is greedily swallowing my dick." That was the last thing that he wanted to see. Instead Alfred ignored him and kept his eyes closed shut, biting his lip at how it was only third the way in.

The blond panted, arms falling down and around in exhaustion. His whole body felt sensitive and hot, his erection a flaming poker instead of flesh.

Russia noticed how Alfred settled down but refused to look at his reflection. 'No that will not do.' He hooked his arms under the blond and lifted his head up, rising himself slightly off his erection.

"Hey what are you-" America felt caught; Ivan pointed his face so that he saw himself, all of himself, reflected back.

"You see how your ass is taking it? How it's sucking it in?" Oh god his blue eyes couldn't help but stare fully at how his ass was stretched. He'd seen it before but up close like this...America could see how his muscles were twitching in pleasure, at how red and stretched it was, how big Ivan was, how the substance was dripping down the cold nation's shaft.

Everything, everything was horrible and dirty; from his lips puffy from kisses down to his whole body. He still had on his white shirt but it was gaping open, his red abused nipples sticking out. Parts of his chest were covered in marks and his manhood was sticking up and dripping out all over the white pristine panties. The worse thing was his blue eyes, reflecting and showing how much he enjoyed this.

"N...NO!" America didn't care if he was crying or not; he never wanted to show this weakness to anyone, not even Russia. He wanted to hide, to get away from this open version of himself. He had sex before yes, but he could always play it off, to stare at that damn commie in the eye and blame it on him. But this, in front of this mirror showed everything in full view, the harsh sinking truth on how much he did enjoy the Slavic nation's kinky experiences.

Ivan felt the younger nation try to buck off but he held onto his shoulders, lifting him up and slamming him back down. "There's nothing to be ashamed of piglet." He could feel his balls shake every time the blond was pushed back down. He grinned darkly as he felt Alfred quickly got into it despite his protesting mind; squeezing and drawing him in and using his hands as leverage now. "You're enjoying this, da?"

"Y...yes!" God his face; he hated how he looked. His pride was hysterical in his head, but that one annoying voice won out once again and he found himself bouncing on the nation's lap. "You're too big but it's hitting the right spots! I'm addicted!"

"Mmmm." Ivan pulled him closer, nibbling and licking along America's ear. "I recall you enjoy me talking dirty, da?" He chuckled at the shudder from the blond. "Squeeze your ass harder when I thrust inside, it feels better when you do that."

America moaned but complied. He felt Ivan's swimsuit on his back along with the nation's long hair. The image, staring at him in the mirror reminded him of a hentai with a virgin being taken for the first time would be forever burned into his brain.

Alfred gasped and felt his eyes roll in the back of his head; Ivan was hitting that spot now. He groaned and mewled, toes curling in those knee-high socks he still had on. His whole body was a big ball of nerves and he was going to come too fast, especially with Russia licking on his neck and throbbing in his ass.

"Go ahead and come, Alfred." The way he said his name made him grip the sheets on the bed hard. "It pleases me every time you have an orgasm because of me, that your ass, your body is mine." 'And possibly your heart as well.'

"Mhm!" The blond's brain went into overload and he came hard; splashing it all over the mirror, watching with half moon eyes how his dick spurted all over it and how he was getting turned on again by his own reflection. America could vaguely hear Ivan behind him moan and fill him up with hot pouring liquid.

Russia watched lazily as the nation's ass was milking him and how Alfred fell over bonelessly, like a puppet without strings. He was still conscious though, small shallow breaths could be heard. Even after having an orgasm he was still hard and pulsating.

"Let's do it again my little sunny piglet." He wanted to fuck his lover until he passed out like the first time. The idea of doing that, and holding him close afterward was strangely alluring.

Russia wondered did the nation faint, until he heard a vague 'Mhmmm.' He leaned back on the bed, taking the blond with him as his cock popped out. America grumbled and tried to move around.

"It...fell out." He said it as casually as day. Alfred's brain wasn't working so heroically right now; all he wanted to do was have sex and go to sleep. He felt like something was missing from his body; incomplete.

Ivan was going to turn the nation around but America was one step ahead of him; hovering over his manhood. The American palmed Russia's cock again and sat down on it; sighing. "That's better..."


This was shameful

This was wrong

So why was he doing this?

Japan groaned and continued to stroke and pull his cock; fingers rubbing the underside of the head, flicking. One hand had a camera taking pictures, right down to the sex scenes, while the other was down his pants fapping away.

He felt worse than Elizabeth doing this but...'Alfred...' Kami-sama he never knew that the loud, overeating blond could look that hot, that moe, that...

The Japanese nation groaned into the shirt he was biting into. His whole hand was wet and he hadn't felt this hard in decades...

Kiku opened his eyes to a new sex scene and groaned; squeezing the base and edging his orgasm for the third time tonight.


"Mmmmm..."

Alfred closed his eyes as he hopped up and down Russia's cock just like the first time. His whole body felt strange and his mind was free from doubts. They were both naked sweaty flesh, the only thing remaining were the knee-high socks on America.

'I'm...in love with Ivan...' One particular thrust hit a good spot. "I'm...in..." Oh god he almost said it! Even sated there was still that small voice, albeit weaker, telling him it was a bad idea to give into the former commie bastard.

"Hmm? What were you going to say piglet?" Dammit he was hopeful that America with his walls down would say those words he wanted to hear.

"Nothing just...how much I like this..." Oh boy did he enjoy this. He knew he was looking forward to what other kink stuff Ivan would do next. His hands were using the nation's chest as leverage and his head was bowed, ahoge sticking up.

He could still feel the Slavic nation hands on his thighs but one hand was inching around his body. America groaned and bit his lip as he felt Russia stick a finger inside his already filled ass.

"No...no...more..."

"I want to see how much you can take..." America whined at Russia's response; he was already at his limit.

He grunted at Ivan stroking his cock and pulling the skin up and down the head. "Stop...distracting me. I don't want to come yet."

"Ah but I thought you enjoyed having orgasms as quickly as possible since you are so young and impatient." America made a face and gave the Slavic nation a tight squeeze inside. This position had a lot of control but because of how big Ivan was he could hit his prostate dead on and still make him a pile of mush.

"No...I like slow sex." Fuck he said too much; the way Ivan was brooding was bad. He felt Russia grab his hips again and slam him hard, making him hiss, before he realized he was being pushed back and over.

"?" His sexed-up and lax mind didn't comprehend what happened. Russia pushed him down, still inside, and now was on top. America sat up on his elbows and stared at how his leg was raised and how Ivan was slowly pushing in and out of him.

This lack of control and how Russia was going was a pain. "Do it fast...again."

"Ah but I thought you enjoyed this." No it was bad; he could feel every slide, every motion. The way the girth would brush against parts of nerves that would go straight to his cock before slowly pushing against his spot and trailing back out...

It was hell, sweet delicious hell. The pleasure was prickling his body but not enough to send him over the edge "I do but not now! Fuck me like you did the first time!" He grabbed ahold of Ivan's scarf and kissed him hard. "Please Ivan please!"

The heated words touched something in Russia and he blushed against those lips. He avoided it with a kiss, letting Alfred's leg go and opting to raise his hips for more leverage. The taller nation was going full force now, each thrust making the bed shake under him.

"Ah...Ah...touch my dick! Stroke it or something 'cause I can't do it!" America heard his words slurring and he was starting to speak more slang now against the nation's lips. He wrapped his around Russia's neck and felt the man fondle and pull his balls. "Not that! Stop being a tease!"

The Slavic nation chuckled and flicked a thumb over the man's erection, groaning at how Alfred was clinching him like a vice now. He could still feel his come from earlier sloshing around and the thought of doing it once again was bringing him to the brink closer.

America didn't care at this moment about his pride as being a superpower, about the angst from the past, or the voices in his head. His mind was blank as he kissed Russia, eyes closed, as he came for the second time that day. He felt Ivan groan in his mouth, hands slick with his sperm, as the familiar pool of heat flowed in his body.

'Ah...I don't want it to drip out...I want to stay like this forever.' They both laid there, the taller man still on top, resting their wet foreheads together. Both nations kissed and groped each other, trying to get down from the high of sex.

"Alfred..." Russia appeared sleepy and younger than he really was. His voice was raw and sounded normal now. "You do not know how much I..."

"Shhh...Don't ruin the moment big guy...just hold me." America rolled over and kissed his lips softly, ignoring how the nation's member slid out and how he was making a mess on the bed. The blond snuggled into his chest and his last thoughts were of his confusing heart.

Russia bit his lip at a loss for words. He was going to say something that he never considered before until America interrupted him. 'Well it can wait 'til later.' The Slavic nation turned off the light.


Japan groaned, panting, and face hot as fire.

He, of all things, masturbated and got off on Russia and America having sex. The Japanese man felt ashamed and dishonorable.

'I...I...I want that, I want him...I do not know what I want anymore.' Kiku took his camera from the still near the window and stared at his shaking hand covered with his essence. Shaking his head quickly, he rose on wobbly feet and rested his body on the railing. His eyes kept wandering to the darkened hotel room and away from the puddle of sperm on the ground.

'I cannot look at him the same way ever again...Alfred-san.'


Poor Japan. I think the reason why I make him longing for America is because I used to like this pairing before I knew what Hetalia was! I seen it on 4chan, thought, "Hey this blond and this guy is kinda cute," and tried to like find porn of them x.x I grew to love Russiamerica and so many other pairings later on and conflicted with Japan since I happen to like a LOT of other Japan pairings ._. So meh.

Maa Maa is basically a sound that a lot of Japanese girls in anime make which means, "Yea Yea," "No No," "Down Down," "Whatever whatever," etc.

Russia and America are in the electronic district in central Tokyo, Akiha.

Chikan is basically a groper or a pervert. Yes the train situation is that bad in Japan.

Edging is basically when you get close to an orgasm and then stop, prologing the pleasure to a great orgasm or more sperm in males. God I can't believe I'm explaining sex...

Yohimbine and Bremelanotide are both natural aphrodisiacs found in drugs/lube. Yohimbine alone is powerful.