I'm not loving it part 11
By Fujoshi or Otaku no Baka
These chapters are...bloody long. No long will this be Russiamerica as well but a good major will be; there are now side pairing lemons =_= If anyone has any ideas for pairings just ask in a review. Don't ask for something like Rochu or 'let's have America/Canada/Russia,' because I will hit you with Italy's spoon.
Also I do not know who to pair up Canada with; if you guys want him with someone specific mention it. I thought about Prussia because of the nation orgy but not everyone likes Pruanda so you guys can go ahead and vote on it. As for England, I have no idea yet. And no this isn't going to be, 'Russiamerica and then US/UK,' but I won't have Iggy in the dark for long though.
I'm attempting to draw after years. I'm working on fanart but going to try to make sure to update somewhat decently. No not fanart for this..yet, but other people's fanart. As strange as this sounds someone is making a comic of this smut. Yes a comic. I thank the anon who is doing this, (you know who you are.)
I have NO IDEA how long this story is going to be but it's going to be longer than fetish fuel and probably the other stuff that I am working on. Vaniquish the states is not dead but my muse took a vacation so I have like four chapters that are not done. I promise to update that eventually. Also for the person who gave me corrections in the French I'm working on it with my beta so thanks. I know half these chapters need cleaning up and I'll do it eventually just been really busy with everything including life and ideas in my little head ._.;
I want to thank Cake-error once again for putting up with me ^^;
Warnings: Ice cubes used very wrong, Swiss/Japan, AmeRus (FINALLY,) kink, RussAme, temp kink, (I guess?) mild bondage, sleeping sex, more spandex kink and mention of past Baltics+Russia. There is a LOT OF sex in this chapter (duh.)
No I don't own Hetalia but I am going to buy a Big mac cd case ._.
"Huh?"
"A. Pool. Party." Alfred raised one gloved finger and said it slowly. England grimaced.
"I'm not daft! I know what the bloody hell you're talking about! But why a pool party in the middle of winter?" It was November for the royal family's sake!
America shrugged. "Why not? I mean with Yong Song fighting again and my boss having problems I thought that it would be a kick."
Arthur sighed; he'd rather be with Japan trying to solve that impossible Nazotoki since he always liked a good murder mystery.
"Fine just let me ask the other nations." He knew his former colony only asked him because he had almost all the nation's personal numbers.
"Alright, awesome!" America raised a pumped fist and England smiled for once, part of him happy despite the exasperation.
The main reason why America wanted to do this was because he was in denial and wanted to still live into the summer months he experienced.
Alfred HATED winters and he couldn't wait until spring. He shivered as he entered his cold house; raising the thermostat. He only left it off because he wanted to be eco-awesome and Tony wasn't done fixing his solar energy efficient generator or whatever the fuck it was called.
The blond took off his scarf and coat and walked into the living room. He frowned and glared at the being that was on his huge cushy sofa.
Ivan was fast asleep, his mouth slightly open. The Russian nation was on his back, wisps of hair in his face making him appear innocent and waif-like.
No, the one thing he wasn't glad that the end of summer brought him was this giant ass bear. He accepted his feelings but it didn't mean he enjoyed how Russia randomly invaded his personal space. The man made it a habit of showing up on his couch or cooking him meals at odd times.
Sighing and sounding a lot like Arthur than he admit it, he walked over and loomed over the nation. "You're such a pain in the ass you commie." He reached over and picked up the man like a sack of potatoes. "And you're fat too!" Well actually Ivan wasn't fat he was just solid weight and pretty easy to carry to America.
The blond set him gently on his bed and started to change. After brushing his teeth and getting into his American flag pajamas, he stared at Russia again. The man was curled up in his spot of all places...
"You're going to pay tomorrow, Braginski." He noticed how Ivan still had on his coat and wrapped himself around his trusty pipe like a child would a teddy bear. America shook his head and instead left him like that, crawling right next to him.
Birds chirped and he heard his Loony Toons alarm. He promptly broke it with his fist.
"Ugh...damn, now I gotta buy another one." He blinked, glad that he remembered to take his glasses off, and tried to get his bearings.
Right, broken generator, Russia appearing like Batman, pool party. America opened his drawer and pulled out his phone: "7:38...god." It was way too early on his day off.
Alfred turned; blue eyes giving Ivan mixed feelings. The nation managed to take up half the bed now, spread out like that. Damn, he was on the edge of the bed again! Why did Russia make it a habit to get homely on his bed?
A wicked smirk reached the America's lips and he pulled off the comforter. Russia was still wearing that blasted coat, his pipe rolling under the bed. Alfred squashed down his nervousness and focused on revenge, sweet revenge.
With sweaty fingers he unsnapped the man's slacks and pulled his boxers to his hips. America raised a brow and palmed the nation's half hard cock. 'Hm. I guess Ivan doesn't get random morning erections so much.'
Alfred frowned but leaned down and licked the tip of the member; lapping and cleaning under the skin. As a reaction to his ministrations he felt the penis in his hand start to grow hard and more firm. 'Ah, so he isn't as frigid as I thought.'
America put the head in his mouth and started to suck; pumping the rest of the shaft with his hand. He heard Russia groan and peered up.
'No, he still has his eyes closed.' But it seemed to be that the stimulation was going into effect. The nation was sweating and his face was into a grimace.
Alfred let go of the man's now erection, drool on his lips. His eyes narrowed at the intimidating girth and he recalled the last time he tried to attempt fellatio. America was going into a staring match with the head of the tip poking out from the foreskin. The comfort that Russia wasn't awake to torture him more pushed him onward and he swallowed most of the manhood before gagging on it.
'Shit.' He could only take half and it frustrated him; not his fault that Mr. Cold Nation had a humongo-dick that looked like an experiment of one of Tony's cousins. Still he continued, sucking and slurring on the erection in his mouth.
The precum now flowing in his mouth down his throat was turning him on, too much in fact. His own cock was straining against his pajama bottoms as Alfred surrounded the shaft with his tongue. Blue eyes were closed in concentration and his pants felt sticky.
He could definitely hear Russia now, but the fact that he wasn't pushing his head down or saying some smart-ass mark showed that he was still resting. To confirm this America opened his eyes and peered up at the nation, still giving him head.
Ivan was gasping and his whole face was flushed, as if he was having a dream. His body on the other hand was still responding, feeling the penis in his mouth expand. America knew this would happen and tried to fight back his gag relax, swallowing on instinct but still annoyed that he couldn't push the whole thing down his throat.
'Man I can't...help myself...he's not as much as a freak like this.' Alfred used one hand on the pale haired man's hips and started to push his head up and down. His other hand pulled out his cock and started to stroke himself off.
Then suddenly he heard a moan and his whole mouth filled up with sperm. 'Fuck!' He wanted to gag on the sour foreign taste but he gulped most of it down before pulling off with a gasp. The stuff was running down the sides of his mouth and dancing on his tongue. Dammit, this was the hardest he had been in a while without that Russian bastard, feeling his essence shoot up from his dick and splash all over the man near him and on his own bed.
America still felt himself shaking; trying to wipe his mouth. His whole hand was sticky with sweat and juices but still felt like it was on fire. The Slavic nation was still sleeping but he was panting and his whole face was red and flushed; his hands clenching and unclenching.
Alfred paused on cleaning his lips, ignoring the bitter taste as another idea filled his head. He slowly parted from the bed, wobbling over to his dresser.
Russia opened his violet eyes slowly; he had become too lax over America's house. The blond's bed was so much different than his own and he would often find himself fully relaxed on it. The only times he would get a full rest of sleep was over here without worrying of old ghosts.
When he was half way awake he felt something was off besides his member feeling used from ejaculation. He tried to pull his arms and realized that he was bound to the bed by belts. "Что?"
"Relax big guy it's only me." Violet eyes widen at Alfred hovering over him. He was still in his pajamas and didn't have his glasses on, looking out of it.
"...Солнцецвет вы правые в головке это утро?" Russia was still sleepy so he was still speaking his mother language.
"Yeah I'm fine just...what happened at the last meeting, with that orgy, I want to do that again." America bent over and brought his face close. Russia swallowed, his throat dry. "Я хочу быть одним с вами снова Vaniushka."
Ivan's eyes widen to impossible odds and he shivered; he suddenly had fear and apprehension like he did with Belarus. " Ч..Что!"
America narrowed his eyes but he still had a smirk on his face. "Vanya, if you're good, I'll make it worth your while." He pulled another belt out of nowhere and pulled it along his mouth.
Russia liked this new America but he didn't like how he was on the bottom and powerless. No, he could break out but it would cause problems and...possibly a fight. He was already hard from how his lover was showing his sadistic side.
'I wanted him to submit to my will so how did it get to AH!' The pale hair nation felt his toes curl as Alfred started to suck and nibble on his balls, fingers slick with what he assumed was lube pushing into his ass.
'Man his voice is so much different when he's on the bottom.' Damn, his moans were sweet and how his back arched up like that...the blond was scissoring two, no three fingers now wet with jelly and leftover semen from before. "I'm going to eat you alive..."
"I...would like to see you try..." America raised his head; glaring and a pout on his lips. Russia met his gaze with a raised eyebrow, challenging him.
Ivan gasped as Alfred pulled the skin on his testicles with his mouth. "I know you enjoy pain Russia; you are such a mental and physical sadist but you also are a masochist deep down."
The Slavic nation wiggled his toes trying to distract himself from how the blond was nibbling on his erection, teeth grazing the base in a mixture of an agonizing caress. The fingers in his ass were doing a come-hither motion, scraping against his inner walls.
"I wonder, have you ever felt actual pleasure before this?"
"O...of course I did; the times when I was around other nations in the meetings brought joy..." Russia knew America was playing a game with him, more used to his presence but still half asleep. It was difficult to concentrate on his usual smart responses with now three fingers up his ass and a tongue tracing his whole manhood.
"Hmmm...were you really? Or did you enjoy making our lives a nightmare with your eerie presence?"
Alfred smirked as he dipped his tongue and circled around under the skin on the tip of Ivan's penis.
Russia was getting tired with this; he just wanted to get off already. America's teasing was making his member painful as well as the fingers inside of him; only grazing the surface of pleasure. He wanted to be pushed against that spot again, his cock engulfed by a warm mouth.
But the nation refused to beg; no he will find a way out of this.
'Dammit.' America was still lightly lapping his erection, his fingers parting. He licked his lips and smiled widely.
"You probably want this right?" Alfred took a hold of his own manhood and put it into Russia's view.
Ivan bit his lip and refused to answer. 'No, he's young and arrogant; he will crack before me.' "Het."
"Ah but that's not what your body says~" America laughed and pushed the head of his member against Ivan's entrance. "I really was hoping you would just say it Vanya..." He did a mock sigh that was worthy of Hollywood.
The pale nation was tempted to push his ass against the cock rubbing against it but he resisted as best as he could. His toes were twitching in annoying as Alfred toyed with him, pushing and rubbing but not really entering his body.
'Man this is awesome!' Revenge felt good! He was really pushing it to the commie...well his mind quipped 'former commie bastard.' The blond still wanted to get off again though so he slowly and painstakingly pushed his member inside of the nation's behind.
Ivan wanted to moan in relief; he was finally getting it on. America was about halfway until he suddenly pulled out. "Что!"
"What do you mean what? We have to get going soon!" America laughed to himself; he wasn't going to leave Russia hanging but he wanted to see more funny looks from the cold nation. He had to turn around so he wouldn't end up chuckling in his face, mock annoyance. "I'm not in the mood anymore and Iggy will be here soon." The cock twitching and throbbing against his stomach said otherwise.
Russia felt something snap; he pulled the belts with his teeth while the blond was babbling away. "But if you ask nicely I can finish you off before-" Alfred's eyes widen and he yelled as he was tackled on the floor.
"Kolkolkolkolkol, I'm going to fuck you into the floor; you want a repeat of what happened the first time don't you? When you couldn't walk straight for weeks?" The American swallowed nervously, Ivan looming over him and pinning both of his arms over his head. God, he could feel the man's aura full force and knew he was going to get it good.
America closed his eyes and waited until he heard the doorbell ring. "Fuck it's England!"
"Don't. Answer. It." Vanya's words were chipped and cold as hell; America wonder whether General Winter was in the room as well. Fingers roughty entered his ass and he yelped. "If you do, I will put a double headed toy that is exactly my size up your ass and have it on all day during the next meeting."
"PUU PUU! Limey's in the door!"
Tony tried to warn them since he knew the two were probably fornicating upstairs again. The alien was grateful that his roommate was finally not in denial anymore but he was really tired of all the surprise sex. Did America want another restraining order?
England frowned at the nickname the alien called him. "Alfred! Bring your arse down here or I'm going to the indoor pool without you!"
There was a crash and Arthur thought he heard Ivan's chanting but he had to be imagining things. From what he gathered America and Russia were not on good terms due to bad blood and conflicting personalities. Another crash like something being thrown against the wall vibrated through the house.
The British man had to wait almost thirty minutes. He was going to go up there until America made his heroic entrance down the stairs.
"Sorry! I had to find the special swimsuit that Japan gave me!" Tony stared; America had on a red white and blue sweatshirt with the hoodie covering his head and long thick jeans. His glasses were not on his face for a change.
"...Well let's just go before we are late." England didn't want to question why Alfred didn't have on Texas and why he sounded out of breath.
Tony whispered to America, who only huffed and puffed out his lips in annoyance. "I know I know! Don't remind me and don't worry about it! I know, don't do 'that' too badly!"
Arthur rolled his eyes and wanted to be out of here and away from that annoying, no make that two annoying creatures, as soon as possible.
"Cannonball!"
Prussia laughed as he perfectly dove into the water.
Most of the nations were present, to some people's horror. Ukraine and Taiwan, along with China, decided to make snacks so it was a full out indoor pool party in downtown New York.
America rented out the whole building so all the nations had the shower, pool, sauna, everything for two days. Everyone was relaxing or playing around in the heated area.
"How do I look Vanya?"
Russia shivered and tried to pry his eyes at the sight before him. Belarus had on a two piece ice blue bikini. It clung to every curve she had and her nipples were...oh God.
The Slavic nation didn't expect both of his sisters to be at this gathering; even with Alfred here he had mixed feelings. There were too many people and he only had on his nation flag swim trunks and his peach scarf; he felt exposed, too exposed.
"Hey Russia, Russia!" Ivan heard America's voice and turned around in mock annoyance, feeling his sister share raw resentment behind him. They were still playing as if they were not together, even though half the countries knew otherwise, for the sake of diplomacy.
The paled haired nation hissed and breathed slowly. America grinned and pulled the strap on his swim outfit. It was one of those Japanese kind of two piece swimsuits, navy blue and very tight. On the chest of the top was the romaji for "USA," along with a hamburger.
'Spandex...' Russia wanted to touch the nation's bottom in those tight bloomers, to feel those balls behind the material. He shook his head; the last thing he needed was an erection in front of all of them, especially his sister.
"Man your sister Katayusha is hot! She has nice...assets." Violet eyes glared at him but America was kidding; he showed only playful mirth and humor in his blue eyes.
"Don't speak such perversion of my sister you fleabag." Alfred blinked as he was face full of Natalya; familiar eyes glaring and showing hatred. Part of America was glad that Russia wasn't a girl, albeit he would have been a cute one.
"You two stop this; we are supposed to be relaxing today." Germany sighed as he laid on a huge sausage blanket on the sidelines. "Mein Gott, the deal was that we would not cause any wars or problems for the next two days understand?" He put back on his sunglasses and felt the Italian brothers work on his back with a massage.
Both nations argued but Belarus gave America one last glare before running off near Ukraine, who was only in a one piece. Due to her large...assets...it was very, very tight on her chest area.
"Your sister is scary."
"Da." Ivan sighed and shook his head. He heard Latvia and Sealand running around along with Sweden and Finland, berating them.
"I kinda understand your situation now; if I had Mattie stalking me like her..." He glanced around, where was Canada anyway?
"Should we head over to the food table?" Russia wanted to stay as far away from Belarus as possible and if it meant relocating then so be it.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure." Canada momentarily forgotten once again by his twin, the pair headed over to the other gossiping nations.
"Things have changed a lot haven't they?"
Toris sighed, his hands in his face. He watched how America was talking with England while Russia was smiling and scaring the crap out of everyone else in the area except for the jubilant blond.
"Yes they have but some things are still the same." Estonia adjusted his glasses; he and the brunette were sitting on the sidelines as their brother Baltic nation played with his new lover. The last meeting left raised eyebrows, new relationships, and unanswered questions.
Eduard blinked and caught something in the corner of his eye and seen Berwald glaring at him. He almost jumped but reminded himself that it was just Sweden being Sweden and he wasn't actually glaring at him. No, the man was probably just curious and looked intimidating as usual.
'I wonder though...' The idea of Russia having a lover, any lover, was improbable, especially since the man was well...endowed.
"OW!"
"Oслабити." A sigh with a hint of annoyance drifted into the room and Estonia tried to will his body.
This was the major form of punishment in the USSR unionization. Russia has been experiencing stress due to having a new sadistic leader, dealing with the capitalistic government, and conspiracies. The large nation had been on edge lately, finally snapping and taking it out on the others that resided with him.
Russia was big, big everywhere. He was a good head taller than the Baltic nation and everything was massive on him like his darling sister Ukraine. A distant part of him wondered if Toris's crush Natalya shared the same horrible gift.
'It's probably her having a big pu-' His thoughts didn't distract himself from his ass being painfully stretched. The Baltic nation was doing Russia's preferred choice of position; sitting down in front of him. He braced both of his hands on the socialist nation's chest.
Eduard hissed and there were tears on his eyes; it felt like his ass was being torn apart. He wasn't even halfway down on Ivan's cock yet. He felt around and touched the base of the Slavic nation's member, cringing at the wetness of blood and other substances.
"It is quite unfortunate that you cannot fit." Ivan's violet eyes were annoyed and Estonia wondered whether he'd use a cane or his pipe instead. The intelligent man knew this was better, much better than being beaten and he wasn't a virgin so...
Green eyes closed and he groaned at feeling those large fingers pump his shaft. It was only a minor distraction because it seemed his tense entrance wasn't getting any wider. 'He's...his girth is too thick, too wide. If it was only his length it could fit but...God.'
Estonia mentally sighed but traced a trail of saliva up the man's length.
It always came to this; Russia would be pissed off, one of them would screw up, and he would take it out on them. If it wasn't a beating it would be sexual gratification, from which Lithuania would be spared of because he was the favorite.
Only problem was that neither he nor the youngest Baltic could take the manhood he was slurping down currently. From what he gathered he could take more than Raivis but the other had him beat on oral sex.
He wanted to touch himself so badly but knew that Ivan would rather do the task himself so he held back. Estonia's eyes focused on taking as much down as possible, caving his mouth in and curling his tongue under the foreskin and around the head.
Russia was sitting in his favorite chair, face in his hand and his whole face cold. He still had on his dress shirt from the meeting and the way his scarf billowed out made him appear more demonic.
He sighed. "I have to do something about this problem." He seemed to be talking to himself. "Maybe I should attempt to court China again, although I heard he had some kind of 'love-hate' relationship with Japan."
The Baltic nation gagged slightly as Ivan leaned forward, making him almost take down almost two-thirds of it. "I also do not want to ruin my friendship with my comrade, although I heard it was not the size of the person but their ass." He chuckled at his own joke and reached down to stoke Estonia's member, dripping with precome. The nation groaned but matched his bobbing head to the movements of the colder man.
"You seem to be enjoying this too much Eduard." Estonia closed his eyes and felt his cheeks light up for the first time since Russia started these couplings, the cock in his mouth getting harder. "Do you want me to attempt to put it back in? I can just use half of it, even though it would not hit your spot."
He groaned and nodded his head, feeling his upcoming orgasm and Russia's laughter vibrating through his mouth.
Estonia shook his head of past thoughts; they were no longer the USSR and Russia had no control over him anymore. Now he was at peace, with his mock brothers as well as Finland and his 'husband, kid, and brother in law.'
Galante proposing to someone before Toris or Eduard came as a shock. The nation said that he wanted Peter to be more recognized and that he really cared for him. The close nations gave them their blessings but it hadn't been publicly noticed yet. To most of the former Allied and Axis nations they were just lovers only.
"I heard Mr. Jones can take all of Mr. Ivan inside of him." The high tech nation coughed and stared at how Lithuania said that as if he was talking about the weather. His eyes were closed and he looked as if he was mortified and amazed.
"Really...So America can..."
"Yes. I um...noticed during, you know."
There was nothing else to be said after that.
"Mm...Russia."
"I thought I told you to call me anything but that."
"Sorry...Ivan."
The two nations talked for a while with the other Allies, drinking. America ignored how England would whisper, 'How can you deal with the creepy wanker,' and Francis' innuendo on what happened at the previous meeting. The two were arguing about France touching England's ass, and China was stuffing his face like he didn't care about being a major superpower. When Korea came over, claiming that nobody could out-grope him since it came from his country, the two decided it was a good time if any to sneak off.
The blond wasn't prepared for the Slavic nation to kiss him fierily, teeth clanking together as he was pushed into the lockers, but America moaned and parted his mouth, tongues mixing together.
Now they were on the bench, the blond straddling the taller man's hips. "Ah...I think...I heard something next door." Ivan was licking and molesting the spot between his shoulder and neck. "Hey, don't leave a mark!" Alfred pouted and gave him a warning glare, trying to ignore how the Russian nation was touching his body behind the tight spandex, tracing.
"It does not matter. I need this." He leaned down to bite America's nipple behind the material, growling. "I saw how Japan was looking at you and did not like it." Cool hands touched the exposed parts of his body. "I do not want anyone touching your ass but me; penetrating you but me." He narrowed his eyes. "I want to show the world that you are mine."
"Geez, possessive much, eh?" America wrapped his arms around Russia and just leaned close, resting his head on top of pale strains. He wiggled on the taller man's lap as he licked his collarbone and felt the large clothed erection poking against his bloomer trunks.
"Vanya would you hurry up?" America liked foreplay but not when they were in public; he just wanted to get it on and over with. He hissed as he felt Ivan nip his skin hard, leaving a reddish mark. 'Dammit, I'm going to look like some girl who got lucky on prom night.'
Russia rolled his eyes but continued his slow torture, paying the American back from this afternoon. An idea popped into his head and he chuckled.
"You're saying the kols again, what the hell are you planning today professor?" Alfred pushed back, grinding his ass into Russia's hard manhood, arms still wrapped around his neck.
Blue eyes watched as Ivan picked up an ice cube from his abandoned alcoholic drink and sucked on it. He pulled it out of his mouth and reached around, searching.
America caught on a little too late. "Didn't I say stop stuffing shit up my ASS!" He yelped as the ice cube was pushed into his anal cavity. "F...FUCK! THAT'S COLD!"
"Shhh, Piglet before the other nations find out; you are so loud." This didn't cease Ivan from grabbing another ice cube, chipping the edges off with his canines, before pushing it back and in with its partner. "Would you rather I fit something hot up your ass instead?"
Alfred recalled the incident outside his house and shook his head no. The blond shivered at how cold his insides were as well as his outsides, water dripping from his body from his brief dip in the pool before happy times. "D...o...you fee…l like this all the time?" His teeth clattered and he was still shocked that he was semi hard in his bloomers.
"Da." Russia shrugged. "I am used to it though." He kissed the American's pout lips, sucking them in and nibbling playfully. Alfred unhooked his hands to grip his lover's shoulders, rubbing his whole body against bare cold skin, trying to create friction.
"I...I wanna warm up!" Russia was surprised when he was suddenly pushed on his back on the bench with an 'oof,' almost hitting his head hard. Before he could say anything America was on him once more, pulling his still present scarf to kiss him again.
While one hand was making sure his lover stayed present, the other one reached around to pull his bloomers aside and reach his ass. America pushed two fingers in and stretched his entrance open, trying to push the ice cubes back out.
He groaned and pulled back from Russia's mouth so that he was ghosting his lips. 'Ugh it almost melted in my ass.' The blond felt the first half melted cube pop out, then pushed out the second one, both falling out and clanking on the floor.
America whined and frown into violet eyes full of mirth. "Put it in already!"
"What about the-"
"I don't give a fuck just give it to me! You did enough already!" He was cold and just wanted to have sex so he could warm up again.
Ivan laughed at how Alfred was practically spitting into his face and shook his head. He saw those blue eyes darken and how America pushed his ass back and impaled himself, putting the head in a bad angle.
"God...hurts..." Mental note: water isn't the best substitute for lube.
"I told you Piglet that this was not a good idea; it is difficult in this position."
Damn, it felt like his ass was being stretched out like taffy in one direction. He huffed and reached around, trying to push his behind down and make sure it went further inside the right way.
"Hold on." Russia decided to give some mercy on the impatient American and pushed his own legs apart, grabbing the blond's ass and thrusting up.
"AH!" It still felt like the Slavic nation would pop out in any minute. Ivan was hitting a different curved angle than normal, against his prostate in a strange way. America hissed, Nantucket twitching. "M...move, dammit."
Russia did indeed move, feeling the blond bounce on his ass, but unable to do anything beside hump and grind against his bare skin and thrusting cock. The spandex was nice, slick and rubbing against his chest as America tried to get himself off with his member trapped between their bodies.
Alfred wanted to stroke himself so badly but couldn't on top of the tall nation like this. Maybe this wasn't a good idea but at least he was getting warm. The friction between their bodies was heating up his swimsuit. "HRG..."
Russia smirked as he felt the walls surrounding his cock squeeze him painfully. 'Ah, I hit my Piglet's good spots now.' Besides the magical nub in the nation, Ivan was used to what parts would make America go into an irrational pile of mush. 'Fuck at this rate I'm going to empty my balls before he does.'
Alfred closed his eyes and gritted his teeth; he didn't want to see the snug look on his lover's face. His cheeks were flushed from Ivan being this close in the first place. He could feel every breath, every moan, every twitch of muscle on the nation's hard body under him. The blond buried his face into Russia's shoulder and bit down, clinching the man's dick in a massaging vice.
This caused the Slavic nation to speed up the pace, making the bench under them shake. America wiggled, trying to rub and dry hump some part of his trapped member until he heard something crack.
"Oh sh-" The bench under them broke and he groaned, sitting up but still fully sheathing his lover's cock. America shifted his ass and felt Russia groan and fill him up with come.
"Man, Vanya~" Alfred sighed and Ivan mumbled something and pushed back his hair, letting out a breath as his manhood let out the last spurt inside.
"I could not help it; with you in that and when it broke..." Why did he feel bashful? He was big boned! It was America's fault in the first place, he shouldn't have let him get on top.
Alfred shrugged and pulled off with a wince, ignoring and still not used to his ass feeling empty. He attempted to sit on the floor next to the man and away from the broken bench and spilled drinks.
The American wasn't expecting the Russian nation to move next to him and pull his ear with his lips, large hand gripping and stroking his neglected erection against the spandex. "Do not worry, Russia will take care of you da?" He traced the lobe with his tongue. "And I will do something special when we get back to our home."
'Our home...' America decided not to contemplate that right now. "Ah...yeah, yeah just get me...off. I think I'm starting to get addicted to having sex with you more."
The younger nation closed his eyes to the dark ominous chuckle that shook him to the core.
Japan frowned; he was in the locker area looking for his camera.
He never thought America would wear that of all things. He was half hard from the sight alone and his mind kept conjuring more dirty things the blond nation could do and wear.
Kiku and Alfred had been close acquaintances; the person that he would crash to when things got bad. Besides England and Canada, and the rare moments France, Japan was the only real friend that the blond had.
'Until now.' Japan thought. Now he spent all his time being molested by Russia.
'Sigh, I do not understand why America-san even bothers with that...man.' The concept of Russia loving anything was strange and queer to him. He knew for a fact from the wars that America can hold his own so why didn't the blond punch him or 'kick his ass' already and be the hero?
'Maybe he needs more convincing, since he doesn't view me in that way.' Japan tried to explain the situation to Switzerland after the fight he had with the magical beast and the gun-toting man gave him an unusual look. 'No matter, I will not give up and let that dishonorable nation get the person I...liked.' The idea made his face blush like one of those anime girls.
Vash sighed and closed the door to the locker room behind him. He didn't enjoy this behavior from Japan, not one bit.
After the 'incident,' he realized a lot about himself. 'No...this feeling was always there.' Japan would go to him to discuss his issues with America, who didn't notice that his best otaku friend had deep resented feelings for him.
'Vash do you know a way I could court Alfred-san?' He would always purse his lips together and count to ten before he would answer him honestly. Switzerland's heart would break every time the Japanese man would come to him for advice for another man. He considered giving up the matter until the Asian nation took his anal innocence at the last meeting.
'No...all of it.' The Swiss man didn't consider sex; he was too busy with his economy as well as making weapons. Even so he was still a nation with a seventeen year old body so he did have those urges. He would wake up from dreams, of black hair and a petit mouth and...
Switzerland covered his mouth and stifled a groan; no he was going to do this. Once he felt his body calm down somewhat he slowly walked further into the locker room where his friend was situated at. His green eyes grew dark at the sight of the Japanese's man ass in the air.
Kiku gave a small noise of approval as he found what he was looking for. He rose up and almost dropped his camera at the sight of Vash in front of him.
"Switzerland-san, what in the..." His friend was looking at him odd, his eyes bleak and his posture strange.
"Japan...no Kiku Honda." Japan was nervous now; Switzerland rarely said his real human name. The blond took a step forward. "I want you to stop seeing America."
"Wait... Nan?" Black eyes blinked owlishly and he took a step back, not liking how his comfort zone was invaded. "What do you mean?"
Vash took another step forward, both of them moving until Japan was backed up into the lockers. "I want you to stop pursuing America; he belongs to Russia and you belong to me."
"I-" He was cut off when the butt of a gun hit his chin. Japan suddenly felt like he was in School Days or a manga.
"You took it Kiku...YOU TOOK IT!" Japan winced, but was grateful when the nation groaned and lean in; resting his chin on his shoulder. "You must have felt something if you did that Kiku."
That's right, he did do that to Switzerland didn't he? Japan gulped and felt small. Vash sighed but the gun was still near his body. "I don't want to have to do something bad Japan...you don't enjoy me angry."
"But it was the drug and I wanted to-" Vash pulled back, his green eyes still dark, with a crazy look on his face. He felt the gun on his chin again and lips on his mouth.
Japan groaned, feeling something hard against his thigh, and felt the taller nation spread his legs apart in a v. The mouth was bold but inexperienced, tracing the roof of his mouth.
This is what Vash wanted for a long time and he finally completed it. He parted, licking his lips, and enjoying how Japan was blushing and looking bashful. Both nations heard a noise and Switzerland grinned. "I guess Russia is claiming his lover again as well."
Kiku sighed at those words. It was hard for him to accept this, but the way that Vash was suddenly acting yandere he was scared. 'If I had known this is what happens when you have sex with Switzerland-san then...'
"Come on." Japan looked into his friend's eyes, not able to understand the emotion in them. Vash was smiling, a shy grin that made him look cute. Kiku followed numbly, going over to the bench again.
The blond took the camera from the lithe hands and put it as well as the bag aside. Japan tried to use the time to compose his brain, to think of something, or how his heart was beating wildly.
"Switzerland-san this isn't a good idea!" He yelped as he realized that the blond removed his swimming trunks and was palming his pale flesh.
"Ah, this was inside of me." Vash narrowed his eyes but he had a blush on his face, remembering. "It felt really good..." He closed his eye and gave it a slow lick. "I tried to resist the effects of the flower but couldn't help myself; I never seen another man's penis before this. I apologize for giving Roderich my mouth first." The gun-loving nation opened his pouty lips wide and pushed the head of his mouth on the tip. He sucked on it for a minute before pulling off with a pop, opening his eyes wide. "Can you ever forgive me?"
"Uhh...I..." Japan was at a loss for words; Vash was acting like one of those girls from the doujinshi he made. He just nodded his head slowly.
Switerzland gave him one of those kawaii smiles again and sucked down the girth of his manhood suddenly, causing him to shut his eyes in a hiss. There was something about this situation that was turning him on more than usual. 'I think...it reminds me of...my dreams.'
"How...can you do this and you never did this before?" Vash pulled off but kept his lips close to the head.
"I...umm...practiced with guns..." He would lick them like an actual cock, imaging it was Japan, and jerk off when his sister was asleep at night. "But I never tried to deep throat until today." There was a twinkle in his green eyes and he swallowed all of the nation's cock.
"Kuso!" Japan gripped his blond head and thrust forward to keep himself from falling over. He heard Switzerland gag slightly and push on his hips, but relax after a few gulps. Vash focused on settling his stomach and more on pleasing the man, determination spurring him on. He started to move his head, pulling his head almost off before pushing back down to the soft curls of black hair.
Japan felt himself getting caught up in the moment. He watched how the Swiss blond gave him a blowjob, slurping and treating his erection like it an idol, something precious. Strong callused fingers used his hips to balance himself and a hot tongue traced and licked along with his movements, causing saliva to drip all over the cold concrete floor.
"Ah, ah..." Kiku tried to hold back but he couldn't, the sight was too erotic. He pushed his hip up and came, groaning at those throat muscles contracting around his member. Japan felt the nation under him cough and tried to pull back but a possessive part of him kept him on by his hair until every last drop was out.
Vash was pleased at the noises the Japanese man was making but was caught off guard by the salty semen gushing down his throat. He was choking on it and tried to pull off but the black haired man held on. When the last spurt filled up his mouth he pushed off and coughed some of it in his hand.
'Oh...Oh...' It was different than Roddy's; it was more…strong, more thick, more erotic. Vash attempted to settle his stomach down and get his breathing back, he wanted it to stay down and enjoy it. He lifted his head and swallowed, gasping.
Kiku blushed at the repercussion on what he did, again. "I'm sorry Switzerland-san! I shouldn't have done this!" He reached out to his friend, now lover (?) who only lifted up a hand.
"It's fine, it's just...so good." It was salty and thick and it reminded him of the times he had kimichi or natto. No, the thing that turned him on the most was that it was part of Japan. Vash licked his hand and sighed with half-lidded eyes. "I think I'm obsessed with this and it's free...I wonder how it taste with chocolate?"
Kiku grew redder if that was possible at the dirty words. He shook his head and tried to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Vash frowned and licked his lips slowly.
"Umm...I...I want to umm." He coughed and turned his head away. "I want to do that thing you did last time."
"But…But Switerzland-san..."
"No call me Vash like you do with that 'other blond.'" He growled and gat up on shaking legs; his cock was painfully hard and making it difficult to walk. "I don't know how to do it but I do want to do it!" His voice rose and Japan though he was going to go back to being his short tempered self.
There was this awkward silence, until Vash sat down and started to rummage around in Kiku's duffel bag. "What's that stuff you used last time?"
"Lube?" Japan felt his voice come back but it was quiet than normal. He sat down next to the Swiss man and looked at his hands. "It's in my bag but I-"
"..." Switzerland frowned. "You was going to use it on America correct?"
"Huh? Alfred-san?" Japan felt like he made a wrong choice like in a private action when the blond sat back up, with a bottle of lube.
"Hai Alfred-san." Vash growled, annoyed again. "You call him by his human name but not me!"
"That's because I'm used to Alfred-san and I cared about him." Dammit way to go Honda! Japan cursed himself in the head at the look Switzerland was giving him.
Kiku felt Vash push him back, hitting the bench with a bang. He groaned at how his head hit it wrong but felt clamy hands squeeze his balls and stroke his sensitive dick.
"Vash this isn't..." What a good idea? Then he was being a hyprocrite! But he was at a loss, he wanted this and he didn't want this. Japan couldn't deny that Switzerland felt good when he did him, when he took his virgin ass, when he pushed his perversion onto him. But he loved America-san since he first visited his homeland so many decades ago, even after he bombed his lands.
'But that bastard touched him first, so now what do I-' Japan's brain shut down when he felt fingers probing his ass and a tongue tracing his balls.
"Since you took it I wanted it all the time; I jerk off almost every day now. It's not enough even with my fingers." Vash added two fingers, then three, making the Asian man hiss at how forward he was. "I want it so bad Kiku! I want it from the person I love dammit!"
Japan frowned; love wasn't normally an emotion he felt. He had companions, family even, but America was the first person he loved in that way. No he didn't want his friend to suffer the same thing. "Swit-Vash-san let's talk about this kudasai?" He heard a whine and felt himself being stretched, fingers scissoring his entrance.
Switzerland never took the lead before but he really wanted this. He wanted to know how it felt to be inside the person he longed from afar. "No; there is no middle ground in this." The blond squeezed the tube and slathered the clear liquid all over his member before pushing the head inside the Asian nation's entrance.
"AH! Itai..." Japan hadn't done this in a while, so his body had to get used to being stretched beyond its normal limits. The young nation was well endowed and eager so it wasn't comfortable.
"You're...you're so warm Japan...so tight." Vash groaned and bowed his head, his hair covering his face. He gripped the sides of the bench with one hand while the other held onto Kiku's thigh, panting. The blond wanted to come so badly but he wanted to get Japan off again, to see his face in ecstasy.
The Swiss man took a few breaths, calming his pulsating erection before continuing, pulling out before thrusting all the way to the hilt.
"Ah...you're going too fast!" Vash was moving quick and erratically, thrusting in and out of his ass in a frantic pace. Kiku covered his mouth so that the other nations outside wouldn't hear his voice, especially China.
"N...No..." Hands removed his fingers and kissed him again, wildly, tongues swapping in mid air. "Ah, Ich liebe dich! Lass mich nicht!" Vash changed angles, thrusting at a different part, and Japan groaned as the blond hit the bundle of nerves in his body. "Gehörst mir, du bist MEIN!"
Rough fingers played with silky black strands that he had only fantasized of, and that was what it took for him to come, filling up the Japanese man's body to the brim, some of it leaking out his entrance. "Dammit...I want you to go too!"
Even with fatigue Vash still continued, thrusting and reaching one hand between their bodies to pump Kiku's member again, dripping and leaking out from the pale foreskin. He rubbed his thumb over the pale head and squeezed, feeling Japan groan in his mouth and spurt all over his fingers.
Kiku moaned, leaning back and feeling the Swiss blond lay on top of him panting. He could still feel Switzerland throbbing against his prostate and he wiggled. "Switzerland-san...could you..."
"Oh...yeah..." He pulled out slowly and they both winced. Vash was tempted to kiss him again but Japan just sat up awkwardly, looking away. The blond didn't regret what he did though and was determined to have all of Japan through and through.
"Where the bloody hell were you?"
America shrugged. "I was with Japan hanging out." He pointed towards the Asian man who was laying on the towel near Germany on his stomach, moaning and depressed. Well, it wasn't a complete lie since he discovered that Japan was in the locker room right next to it and that was the noise he heard. Alfred wasn't going to up and tell his brother nation exactly what he was doing.
England raised a big brow and shook his head. "Yeah..." He turned around, not seeing how Russia whispered in America's ear, grabbing his ass, and how America smacked him on the forehead. "I still need to talk to you about stuff later, alright, you git?" He turned around to see both nations looking the same as before.
America raised the peace sign and Russia shrugged; The British man still felt something was off with the world nations, something he couldn't put his finger on.
Что: What
Солнцецвет вы правые в головке это утро: Sunflower are you right in the head this morning?
Я хочу быть одним с вами снова: I want to become one with you again
Vaniushka is another way to say Vanya; I got it from...a fic. I have no idea if I got it from Loving it or something else. I cannot find the damn source! For the writer who did made this give me the heads up alright cause I can't find it _
Oслабити: relax
Kuso: Shit or damn or any other more extreme cursing word
Nan: What
School days is a manga/anime filled with a jerkass main guy character and two yandere like women. It was originally a otome game. One of the women killed the other woman in pure jealous fashion.
Kudasai: Please
Gehörst mir, du bist MEIN: You're mine, All mine (loose translation in German...I have no german beta sigh.)
