I'm not loving it
part 9
By Fujoshi a.k.a Otaku no Baka
Huuuuuuh if anyone knows what happen to chapter 7 or if I misfired it tell me. I posted it along with the other update stuff. I dunno what to say cause the lemon cookies sugar rush is going off and I am going to crash soon.
Warnings: One sided Japan/America from now on until the next two chapters, (you'll see,) liquidophilia, Jealous!Ivan, more food fetish kink goodness. I'm too lazy to translate the cursing Japanese/Russia at the moment; too tired. I did fix the random Russian tics though...but besides that meh.
No I don't own Hetalia but I do enjoy scrones...when cooked right.
America was in a daze, blue eyes glassy. He was sitting on a chair outside of the meeting near central Germany. The last meeting was postponed until now because of Ivan using that damn vibrator.
He frowned at his thoughts of the Russian nation. America wasn't a love struck girl or anything, but last night was really good. His face blushed and he shook his head, blond short hair swaying. The whole thing with the mirrors and how Ivan broke down his walls and oh God...
America was getting turned on from his traitorous memories, face horrified. He already accepted his feelings but he didn't want to jump that final step and actually tell Ivan that he liked him, that he loved him to his face.
"America-san." Alfred was grateful that Kiku came along to bring him to his senses. The shorter man stood arm's length near him, wringing his hands nervously. America smiled and closed his eyes at his friend.
"What's up Kiku?"
"Ah..." Japan didn't know how to approach this so being direct, something he loathed, but it was the best method with America. "I...I was wondering would you be interested in going out with me instead of that...barbarian?"
"What?" The blond face faulted and he blinked at Kiku grabbing his hands and bowing his head.
"I saw what happened and I wanted to say that...that I could be better than Russia! He has to be manipulating you!" Alfred paled, stomach dropping in horror of being caught, but the Japanese man continued, shaking his head before his nerves died. "I really care about you and I could provide anything you desire."
"Anything...anything I desire?" America tried to get his voice back at the confession. He gasped at how Japan was barely a breath length away from his face now, black eyes with mixed emotions.
"Yes…if you need assistance, an alliance, anything Amer-Alfred-san." America didn't like how this was going and how Kiku seemed to be inching closer to his lips. "Just don't be with that monster; be with me instead. I could protect you and provide all the help you need." Oh he hoped that Alfred-san said yes; his body was already stirring desires to see the blond in a nekomimi outfit, a sailor scout, or even in a plug suit tightly clinging to every curve. He could even use rope bondage and...
"Kolkolkolkol!"
Both nations froze and turned slowly; Japan still with his hands clasped on the other nation.
Russia was having a pleasant day and was trying to be normal for a change. He was not silently observing or basking in the thrill of scaring the crap out of the others. He wasn't a monster and he had just as much magic as England or France, albeit differently. Most of the nations were so high-strung around him.
He was anticipating the idea of running into America again, his heart threatening to fall out of his chest, until he heard Japan's voice. Curious he listened behind a corner, getting more and more pissed off, until it finally broke his patience and he reverted back to old habits.
Alfred gasped at how evil and angry Ivan looked; it was worse than during the Cold War. The man already had his pipe and he didn't have a few seconds to move when he swung and tried to break Kiku's face in.
America sat there on the ground and watched as the two fought, both of them going hand and hand, before Japan kicked the pipe out of Russia's hand and flipped him over. The ashen haired man managed to grab the smaller nation in retaliation and they were both on the floor, punching, cursing and snarling. He shook his head and got up, trying to pull Ivan off of the other man.
Lucky for him all the other nations heard the commotion and it took everyone to separate the two. About half of the countries had to hold down Russia, who was still cursing and yelling in his naïve tongue.
"Knew I should have watched you, you son of a bitch; you have no right to take what is mine!"
"You are nothing but a disgusting monster! You don't deserve Alfred-san!"
"You have no power to choose anything for Alfred and you have no right to call him by nothing but his national name!"
"Hey, Kiku, stop." America sighed and got in front of the Japanese man. "Let's talk about this okay?" Alfred heard a hiss and he turned around to meet hurt filled violet eyes. The look on Ivan's face was bad; it was like someone decided to hurt one of his siblings or kick a poor puppy in his homeland.
Russia closed his eyes, pushing the Baltic nations off of him, and ran down the hall. The blond blinked and missed the triumphant look on Japan's face. 'That's right, Alfred-san is staying with me and is on my side not yours.'
"That git has been starting a lot of stuff lately, you don't think he is going to bring about another war do you?"
"No he's not a major superpower anymore; if anything we would have to worry about China or India." Germany paused at how America shook his head and ran off after Ivan. "What in the..."
England was speechless too; was his former colony concerned about Russia? From what he gathered the blond still hated the man, insisting on calling the nation insulting discriminating words. Arthur decided to look into this matter at a later time; he had to bring about order once more.
'Stupid fucking maggot...'
Ivan huffed and blew out a breath; he was on the balcony of one of the meeting rooms, smoking a cigarette. Japan managed to give him a black eye, a puffy bottom lip and a bruised jaw but Russia was certain that he gave a few sprains and broken bones on the smaller nation.
He was close, very close on running back in there and finishing the job; killing off Japan and taking over his country but the sight of Alfred siding with that small annoying rat, of all things, hurt him badly.
Russia knew they were close and reconciled past issues, but he didn't think of Kiku as a threat. Actually, he should be happy; he could try to control them both and be a step closer to taking over the world.
No, he didn't want that; he wanted America all to himself. He wanted the blond to be his only lover and his as well. The thought of the Japanese man touching the younger nation, bringing out such faces and sounds from his lips made Russia clinch his jaw and suck in the tar stick.
The Slavic nation put a hand in his face and leaned over, cigarette still in his mouth. What happened if America did chose Japan over him? The blond didn't exactly say, outside of his body, that he even remotely cared about him and how their relationship started wasn't on the best of terms. He knew the American could rebuke him and just run away to something more comfortable.
"Russia." Ivan sighed and didn't turn around; America walked next to him and chuckled. "You haven't smoked in decades." He must have been really annoyed to be smoking at all.
The ashen haired man gave a grunt and continued to look at the landscape of Berlin. The two stood in silence before America continued.
"I...I wanted to let you know that I didn't agree to what Japan wanted." Alfred grimaced at the long talk and how Vash had to drag a pleading Japan away. 'But Alfred-san I could be so much better than him!'
Russia gave him a glance before continuing to stare at the landscape, still sulking. The blond ran a hand through his hair and grumbled. "Look, if you want to be steady with me at least do it right! Stop having sex with me unexpected! At least warn me if you want to do it okay?"
"So that means you have no issue with actually doing it, correct?" The blond grimaced at the first words that Ivan finally spoke since he arrived.
"That's not all that I'm saying! If you want to be in a relationship with the heroic me you've gotta do a few things!" America put up one hand. "One, stop forcing sex on me like you're some rapist or something. Two, go on more dates with me and three, don't kill off any nations because I'm not going to leave you ok?"
Russia did turn around, mouth partly open and his eyes wide. The young nation chuckled and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, smoking it himself. "Hmmm I didn't know you smoked Marlboros." He joined the pale nation on the railing, sighing at the flavor of the methyl.
"So have you been with anyone else before me?" America continued to smoke the stolen cigarette as Ivan pulled out another one.
"Da; a few humans, the Baltics..."
Alfred pressed his lips on the stick as he listened to Russia flick his Zappa lighter. "Lithuania?"
"Het, I only slept with Eduard and Raivis." No, Toris was his favorite so he was spared from the times that he wanted sexual release, since it was considered a form of punishment among the household. Russia thought it was pathetic that he had to take slow and careful preparation to do the act in the first place; the two men would often cry and tear and it was such a mess even with the effort. That's why he wanted to hang onto America; he was the first partner who took his cock perfectly without issues.
The two men continued to smoke on the ledge; watching the ants go about their daily labors.
"Hey Russia, I mean Ivan?"
"Mmmhm?"
"Did you really think I was going to go run off with Japan and leave you hanging?"
The taller nation shrugged and flicked his cigarette butt off the ledge. "We don't exactly have a pleasant history with each other even with our bosses and people getting along better." It was borderline at best.
America huffed and took a drag. "Of all in the...! Look, after all the sex we did and you totally took my virginity and I haven't slept with anyone before you; that should be the biggest hint there!" The blond blushed and snorted in frustration. "I'm not a complete dick despite the spying and paranoia we had in the past. Do you really want me to spell it out to you?"
At Russia's testy look Alfred grumbled and put both hands in his face; this is why he called Ivan a bastard so much.
"I...I like you ok? Well more than that actually; you know I had a crush on you since I first met you and well I think I might lo-..."
America almost dropped his cigarette when Russia suddenly hugged him. He groaned in exasperation and patted his back awkwardly. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Da."
"Oh come on you bastard you know it's a good plan!"
"Het, Amerika your plan is how do you say, dafter than your brain."
England sighed; those two were arguing again as usual. The others didn't have long to wait as the storm finally erupted between the two powerful nations. What started as a simple suggestion forum in order to make the world more environmentally friendly turned into America giving a very exaggerated idea, Japan supporting it, and someone, this time Russia, putting it down and trying to add his own two cents.
The two were going back and forth, arguing which idea was better. America apparently thought that yelling would get his point across better but it was only irritating most of the other nations.
"You two get out and take a breather!" England already had a headache and he banished the two countries one more. "Let's take a ten minute break and then try this again. Francis so help the Queen and everything else if you give one more bloody suggestion about using sex as exercise to save money I will kill you!"
The minute America and Russia were pushed outside of the door they locked lips, the blond tugging on the taller nation's scarf. "Ahhh...mmm.." they parted to only lock lips once more. God America hated to admit it but their arguments were such a turn on.
He pulled apart the nation's scarf to attack his neck, licking and tracing those old scars. Ivan groaned and bit into the flesh between his shoulders, causing Alfred to yelp.
None of his past partners seen his scars or even bothered to touch his body, so the pleasure coming from that spot made his skin tingle and his pants to become too tight. He heard his coat being unsnapped and hissed at the warm fingers touching his flesh. Alfred was tugging his nipples, erect from the cold air. The painful pulling was wonderful.
A dread in the pit of his stomach didn't enjoy how America was dominating the situation so he maneuvered the blond and pinned him to the wall.
"He..Hey...mmmm." The protest died on the blond's lips when Ivan was on him; hands down his pants and pulling out his erection, stroking it. Alfred bit his lip and tried to keep his mouth from sprouting noises since they were right next to the meeting room.
"I...Ivan...let's go into a room..."
"Het." Large fingers were pressing against his ass and America hissed again. Fuck he was trying to be quiet since anyone could spot them like this, including England!
"What do you mean 'Het,' what about Fran-" But he was cut off when something was squeezed and pushed onto his cock and he felt Russia pulling on his bomber jacket. "The fuck did you do this time!" He shivered at the coldness on his member and looked down to see a milk bottle around his penis.
"There's...a milk bottle on my dick."
"Da." Ivan was getting tired of his lover complaining and he hated to admit that he was right. He enjoyed doing it at the moment but he wasn't into those voyeurs watching today.
Russia shoved America into the room, who fell over unheroically on his ass. He was going to start bitching again until he paused at the Slavic nation hovering over him; moving down. 'Damn scary looking creepy lov-bastard.'
"I used milk along with your coca cola that you are addicted to for White Russians." The pale man enjoyed how Alfred shivered in pleasure from his tongue lapping up the seeping milk. While he was sucking on the base of his shaft, his fingers continued their work, stretching and preparing the blond nation.
"Ahh! Hey use the lube! It's not awesome if you take me so dry!" The blond American wiggled on the digits and grumbled at the coolness touching his ass. He sighed and laid back; feel his ass stretch more with ease now.
The milk was getting lukewarm now with his throbbing cock immersed in it. It didn't feel bad, just weird. Gloved hands raised both of his thighs and he groaned at Russia entering him.
"AHHH Damn! Not...so hard!" No matter how many times he did this, Alfred would never get used to that large member penetrating him so suddenly. He tried to relax his ass against the pulsating member inside of him.
"S...Sorry." Ivan bit his lip as he felt a bead of sweat run down his nose; he distracted himself from the feeling by letting one hand grab onto the bottle and pumping it.
"Huh..." American sucked in a breath; the plastic bottle was too small and the way it was squeezing him and the warmth...'God, it's almost like real flesh.'
Alfred pulled on Ivan's scarf and kissed him full on the lips; licking and nibbling on his bottom lip before attempting to push his tongue inside. The bottle was still jerking and pulling on his dick between them.
'Mm...reminds me of those weird toys from Kiku's country...' Russia hit a rough spot and he let go with a gasp. "Ahhhnnn..."
"That...was...good, da?" He chuckled. "Sunflower you feel so good all over," The Slavic nation rested his head on American's shoulder. "Don't...leave..."
Alfred blinked at the open emotion in Ivan's voice that reminded him of that one time they went on a date. "Nah, I won't leave you big guy; you piss me off sometimes...but I'll stick with you. But if you going to do something stupid like take over the world without me then..." He blushed and covered his mouth.
American thought he heard a dark chuckle; Russia raised his head and gave him an eyeful of mirth and something else. "Oh?"
"Huh...what's that look you-" He didn't finish his sentence as Ivan pulled out, flipped him over, and thrust back into his ass.
"Hnnnnn..." Shit, he had to hit his prostate dead on! Russia wasn't giving him any lead-way; thrusting at a fast and steady pace and making sure to push against all the right areas in a blinding tempo. Alfred closed his eyes and ground his teeth as he tried to hold back his rushing oncoming orgasm.
"Fuck...don't...wanna come...too...arg." Ivan was squeezing and pumping that bottle again; the sloshing sound of milk rang out with the slapping of skin. 'God...I'm getting addicted to sex with Ivan...' Part of him did not want to make this his daily routine. The idea of Iv-Russia living with him or he living with Russia for an extended period of time made his insides feel funny.
Ivan could never understand what was on the blond's mind. America was like an array of emotions of energy that made him take strides to stay ahead of him. The pale, colder nation rested his chin on Alfred's head and blew on Nantucket slowly, feeling the walls around his cock clinch. Sperm hit the top of the milk bottle, mixing in with the contents inside.
"Ahh...Ahh..." His glasses slipped off and his mind was in a fog; feeling his member being drained out into the bottle. Hot come filled his ass once more and he panted; licking his lips and trying to get his mind back in order from the pleasure.
"Ah, no don't pull out...feels so good." America mumbled and clinched his ass with his hands.
"We have to go back..." Russia mumbled, slightly breathless into his ear. He wanted to stay like this too; every time he parted from the blond it felt like something was missing until the next encounter. This sense of fulfillment was satisfying.
The Slavic nation eased the bottle off with a pop, making sure to get most of America's essence inside of it. He counted to three before pulling off, his body screaming at the loss but he pushed it back like most things in his mind and heart.
America just sat there, ass in air and touching with gloved fingers his gaping hole. "How...does it go back to normal after you do that?" It felt it would never recover but it always did.
"Because your ass was designed for it, piglet." He shrugged as Alfred sat up with fatigue. The nation made sure to get his glasses and he frowned at the taller man in front of him.
"God, you sound like a pervert. Let's head back; I know those guys miss me."
"And so..."
America squirmed; he groaned at the come leaking out from his ass and wetting his boxers. It kept reminding him of everything Russia did.
While Switzerland's boring speech drawled on and on the blond decided to distract himself by glancing around the room. His eyes rested on Russia; the Slavic nation poured vodka into a cup along with Cola.
Blue eyes widen and Alfred sucked in a hesitant breath, manhood twitching, as he watched Ivan pull out the same bottle from earlier and pour milk into the concoction; shaking it up.
"Are you ok?" America jumped and peered around, but noticed how his brother Matthew showed up out of nowhere.
"Y...yeah..." When the hell did he get here?
Canada raised a blond brow, his twin watching how America turned to look at Russia drinking down his drink, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Yeah, just peachy."
Nekomimi is basically the Japanese term for Cat girls; plug suit is from Neon Genesis Evagelion. Japanese rope bondage is different from normal bondage in that they use very strange knots and patterns around the whole body and the chest. If you dunno what it is look at any yaoi or hentai with it and you'll know what it looks like.
Russia is suppose to be the most magical nation canon wise next to England and France. The reasons behind this idea in my head, without just a big ass sign that says 'I'm magicial!' is that:
Ivan can be summoned by England randomly unlike any other nation
He appears out of ass no where in other countries and locations, which means he can teleport, has ninja mad skills, or something else.
The one comic with him and England in a cursing contest he won funny enough.
Curses and stuff do not affect him, but his sister and General Winter do.
The two major superpowers at the time I wrote this was China and India. I think China is the second most powerful superpower in the world next to USA right now, (but I could be wrong...tired.)
Russia and America used to smoke but kinda quit due to health issues. Most people smoked during the 30-70s and it wasn't until the late 70s early 80s that people considered the health risks. So I totally image most of the nations used to smoke or whatever, (hey they meantioned China smoking opium so what the heck.)
Russia's personality can be Yandere or Yangire or both: Yandere is basically a nice sweet acting person with a hidden horrible killer personality. When they get jealous they usually end up killing or hurting anyone who takes an interest in their person of interest, even family members. Yangire is a normal person who suddenly goes batshit because of a horrible event or a group of horrible events, a.k.a 'break the cutie.' Russia is mostly Yangire with a bit of Yandere in this.
White Russians are made with coffee, cream, and vodka, but the version that Ivan is making is called a Colorado Bulldog, which is made with Cola.
