I'm not Loving It Part 13
By Fujoshi a.k.a Otaku no Baka
Here is the next chapter; going back to back. I am still betaing them myself so BLAH! *sticks out tongue.* Sorry about my crappy grammar! If you read the last part of the A/N you know everything there is to know already.
Warnings: Master/Servant kink, Cross-dressing, Maid kink, Toys, Spanking, rough sex, denied orgasm, mention (but not,) of an enema, mention of actual events.
If I owned Hetalia then I wouldn't be cross playing it.
He wasn't having this.
Ivan grumbled and cursed again, writing and signing another piece of paperwork, throwing the sheet onto the growing pile on his desk.
His airport was bombed by terrorists so he had nothing but work and meetings for the past two weeks, informing his people along with his boss that they would not cause another war and that it was still under investigation.
'With Alfred those bastard would have not even tried to bomb my mother land.' He sighed and leaned back into the chair, rocking it. He hasn't called his Piglet in almost a month and it would probably be another month or longer before he could attempt to visit.
The voices wasn't helping as well. He haven't heard them since the Soviet times and his sunshine had the strange effect of keeping them at bay. It was peaceful now there wasn't much bloodshed, until this happened.
"Alfred said...those words." He loved him. Finally. He wanted to hear that for the longest.
There was a knock on the door and he knocked over the chair, storming down the stairs with his scarf. If it was another reporter or someone else they would come to the hospital with a big surprise.
"Wha-" Russia blinked, words dieing. In front of his entrance was America, with a big puffy coat and wool hat.
"Let me in it's fucking cold out there!" America rushed in his house without even an invite, pushing the larger man out the way. He didn't have pants on so the air went right up into his legs, making him freeze his ass off.
Russia just stared owlishly as the blond stripped off the many and many layers, complaining along the way. "It was hell getting here! I know what happen but god the clearance I had to do just to get to your house! At least my boss was understanding, said it was a good idea to check on you! Bah he's just trying to take all the credit for my heroic sacrificing."
Alfred pouted and put his hands on his hips. Ivan just stared as his brain processed the site of his lover in front of him. He wore a maid's outfit but it was old fashion, down to his calves, along with black mary janes and black tights. Actually now that he looked at it, it was one of the older maid outfits from his country.
"Master Ivan I will be staying at your house for the time being until you recover." America did a curtsy; crying on the inside on how his balls were brushing together. Why did he wear panties, again?
Ah so that's the game the little one was playing. Russia already was turning the wheels in his head on what he had planned for his lover in his territory. "Yes Yes let me show you to your room Alfred!" He put his usual mask on and showed him to the upper parts of his house.
After he was giving a proper tour, unlike the last time, he was assigned some chores around the home.
No home was a mild word in the nation's opinion; it was basically a mansion or one of those haunted houses.
'Probably some ghosts in the attic. Knowing the big guy he killed a few people and stored their bodies.' He shivered and redirected his mind someplace else, like the floor he was hand cleaning.
America huffed as he scrubbed the hardwoods by hand using only a cloth and a bucket. It wasn't much different than what he did back in his apartment building. He picked up the habit from Japan and it has been stuck since.
"Glad I wore flats." He considered wearing high heels but since he suppose to be a 'maid' he opted on lower shoes for support. The clacking of the soles along with his strides echoed through the halls.
It took Alfred about two hours to clean all the floors in the whole building. "Man I'm beat." He wanted to lay down and snuggle in the covers but had to do his proper duty. "The things I do for the big lug."
America's mission was to make Russia feel more at ease from the pains of being a nation; even if it meant stroking his ego a bit. Seeing the blond under his thumb was something that was stressed out a lot during the Cold War so he made it happen, even if it means biting back his pride.
"Bah, it's not like Ivan can do anything worse than he already has." Cross dressing, losing control of his bladder, phone sex, and sticking a pipe up his ass was mild compared to playing house.
America paused mid strife and stared into the main living room. This room was the warmest in the house with it's old fashion fireplace and calm ambiance. He spotted Russia near the arm rest and walked over, for some reason loosing all his glamor and heroic motivation to cause trouble.
"Ah, master Ivan I am done with the floor." America curtsy again but paused. He cocked his head; Russia was actually asleep with a bottle of vodka on his chest. He was shockingly casual with only his scarf and a woven shirt with wool pajama pants.
'Man if only I had a camera.' He waved his hand in front of the Russia, debating if he should play a prank or not.
A hand shot up and pulled him down, to the point that America was straddling his lap. Violet eyes opened half way and Alfred debated if he should be a good boy and just wait or punch him in his big fat nose from being startled. Old habits die hard.
One hand let him go and palmed his cheek lightly and Alfred shivered. It was like an itch, tracing his face slowly, caressing his cheek. 'Looks like the big guy is still sleep.' The purple eyes were glassy and half mooned in the fire light.
America tried really hard not to just shut his eyes and moan at how Ivan was rubbing the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there while the grip on his arm loosen and traced the muscles under his sleeve.
This was new; the blond nation wasn't used to touchy feely Ivan. Usually their encounters always seemed rushed and frenzied, the sensation for body to body contact. He could actually feel calloused hands feel his bicep and the pads of Ivan's fingers going from his neck over to his lips, tracing and rubbing the blond's bottom lip between his fingers.
'Oh man what should I do, what should I do?' America was actually getting turned on slowly by this. The touches were sensual and calming, but sexy. He was torn between kissing Ivan or just running away like a bat out of hell.
Of course Russia decided for him once more as he tugged his arm slightly and kissed him slowly on the lips. He could still taste the vodka as Alfred instantly responded back. His fingers were trembling as he gripped the side of the armchair, trying to hold off the urge to just grind into the mostly comatose man under him.
Ivan was having a wonderful dream. In it there were no wars and all the nations were unified with him. There was no cobwebs, no cold drab hallways, no peeling wallpaper. It was full of life and people.
He was sitting in his now rebuilt home; the Russian nation doing paperwork joyously for a change, feeling the breeze waft through the open window. There was no General Winter, no cold, just sunflowers and the smell of summer.
He felt the presence of someone else and turned around to met sky blue eyes. Alfred was smiling, trying to surprise him as he brought him a lemonade. Russia gestured for the other nation to come over and gave him a kiss. It was sweet like the air as their mouths meshed and he slowly parted his lips, tasting better than any drink he would receive.
"Mmm..." Ivan moaned around the kiss as he tried to suck the tongue in his mouth further. There was a pressure, something pushing against him, and he wondered why Alfred would do such a thing.
"Ahhh..." Russia moaned as his lips parted with a pop. He slowly opened his eyes to met the red faced irritated look of America.
'Oh it was a dream; pity.' It was a wonderful one too but why was America on the floor blushing?
"...SORRY!" Alfred couldn't take it anymore. Why did Russia kiss him like that? His lips was still tingling and his whole body was hot! He wobbled and ran out the room as best as he could, face still fiery red.
Russia cocked his head to the left, confused. "Fredka?" He assumed that the Alfred he kissed in his dream he also kissed in real life as well. But why would America become flustered like that?
Ivan creep silently and peered around the corner. There was America, cleaning his living room and mumbling to himself.
"Oh man Oh man Oh man what's wrong with me!" Alfred didn't get it! This was just Ivan so why was he all confused and flustered like a normal human teenager! Russia kissed him tons of times so what made this one different?
'Because I noticed how cute he is, how soft his lips are for a cold bastard, and my feelings for him.' America couldn't stop shaking as he attempted to dust and clean the furniture, eyes swirly. "This is not awesome!" He hasn't fallen in love this badly so why now! Why did he have to fall for such a co-former commie asshole?
The blond stood on his tip toes, shaking his head to ignore the rushing thoughts and his beating heart. He felt something wobble on the high shelf near the door and gasped.
America tried to make an epic save but it slipped out his gloved hands and fell on the ground with a crash. "Oh shit."
"Kolkolkolkolkol!"
"FUCK! Where the hell did you come from!" America turned around and tried not to jump at how Ivan was right in his face all of a sudden.
"That...was an old artifact and you broke it Alfred." The blond swore he saw the kols coming out along with smoke from the pale nation's mouth.
"Oh come on it couldn't been that old!" Hell who was he kidding? He himself had stuff from the revolution and if that was something from the Tzar days Russia was going to skin him alive!
"It was a gift from Francis during the days when my motherland studied and had an interest in French." Damn that was old. "It was one of the few things he didn't burn down."
Alfred contemplated his options. "Well I could pay it back." Eventually.
"Ah but Fredka I do not think you will be paying this back in cash, da?" He pulled the nation by the scruff of his neck and upstairs.
"Owowoww don't manhandle me like this! I am not a kid; master!" America grumbled and tried to drag his mary janes on the floor. When he noticed that they were going into Russia's room he paled, remembering the horrors that always came out of that room. "Oh god not again!"
"Yes again~!" Russia singsonged; he already had in mind what he was going to do to the blond. He wasn't too upset now since he had his own personal servant to do his every whim. That thought alone made up for anything that France every gave him.
America didn't want to go down like a bitch but he was scared. He still had nightmares about the hamburgers and how many times Russia took him in the past.
Ivan pushed him inside the door. "There we go~!" He went into his closet as America fell and sat up on the bed; determined to deal with the punishment like a hero.
"I have not used this in so long Alfred~!" There was this dark grin that reminded him how fucking scary Ivan really was. He squealed as he stared at the long paddle in the man's grip along with two strange tubes.
"...Is...that a vibrator!" America shivered and thought about just punching the man and running like a girl anyway.
"Yes but this one is special." Russia already was next to him on the bed, looming over. "It's ridged so anytime you move Piglet you will feel it."
"AHHHH NO!" America tried to run but Russia grabbed him by the neckline again. He always wondered what Alfred would be scared of since he always preached about saving the day and being a hero. In many ways he was still a normal young man deep down.
Alfred fell onto Russia's lap with an oof; he paled as he felt his petticoats and slips being lifted up and over.
Ivan swallowed and tried not to lose it; so America did have everything, right down to the panties. They were stripped panties in his colors; no stars just red, white, and blue stretching over the pert ass. He was trying to will himself so he didn't get a hard on so soon. Russia wanted his Piglet to beg, beg to take him.
America closed his eyes and swallowed hard; he thought he felt air on his behind before the woosh of the paddle moved and smacked him hard.
"EEEEEEE!" Damn everything that is holy as well as materia it hurt like fuck! He tried to wiggle off but Russia had a tight grip on him and hit his bottom again.
"Owowowowow! I'm sorry I'm sorry!"
"There is going to be a smack for every piece that is on the floor." Alfred sobbed; he didn't count how many parts the figure broke into. He grind his teeth as he was hit again and again, tears welling in his eyes.
Russia rarely did this in his days of the Soviet union but he wanted to see the redness in America's behind again. It was pink, like a pig, and rose so nicely on his tanned skin. He licked his lips and smacked again, counting the blows in his head.
America didn't know how many times he was hit but was finally glad it was over. He gasped and panted, sobbing and trying to rub his snotty nose. "I'm sorry Vanya, I'm sorry." The blond sniffed and tried to ignore the stinging sensation that almost spread to his balls.
"Who said we were done my dear maid?" Alfred felt his sore ass being parted and he squealed, tingling all the way down to his roots. Whatever Russia was using to prepare his ass it was cold as hell.
"Ah...ah..."
"Shhhh or it will another smack for you." America bit his lip til it bled as he felt the large phallic penis push into his ass. It was the same size indeed but unyielding and harder. He tried to relax but it was difficult when the rigs ran over his anal wall nerves.
'Ngh.' The blond felt how excited Ivan was getting from all of this and considered paying him back. 'Sick...bastard...' He grip the palms of his hands til it hurt as he was filled completely with the toy.
"There all done my Piglet!" Russia laughed and gave him a light smack on his red ass. America winced and tried to sit up and retain whatever dignity he had left.
"Arg..." Alfred licked his dry bloody lips and tried to talk again. It was hard since he was in pain all over and the vibrator was squirming in his ass.
"Your punishment Piglet." Russia hooked a leg across the other. "Is that you must have that on all day. You may not touch yourself and you may not take it out unless it is for the facilities. Oh and if you jerk yourself off it will be much worse than what you received today. I will know if you masturbate Piglet."
"Da, Master Vanya." America tried to salute but he was wobbly. He tried to walk but every time he moved he could feel the tip rub against his prostate.
"You may go to bed; you are done for the day."
America felt like hell. He tried to get up and almost came from the dildo pushing up against the mattress. "Ngh..."
'I...have self restraint dammit!' If Alfred F. Jones could not have sex for decades then he could survive this. 'But I used to masturbate after puberty!' He grinded his teeth as he tried not to squeeze his balls or stroke himself off.
So he took off his American flag pajamas and washed up. He visit Russia's house before the incident for meetings but he only stayed in the guest room as well as the big area with the fireplace. This was the first time he actually had access the rest of the house.
Donned in his 'work gear,' America wobbled down the stairs and was shocked to smell food coming from the kitchen.
"Good morning my little Piglet!" Alfred raised a brow at a grinning happy appearing Russia.
"Good morning master." America grumbled and just stood. He couldn't sit down without it pushing up in his ass further. Despite being a nation his behind still stung from yesterday.
"Please my dear sit." Ivan opened a seat and the blond knew he was testing him. America breathed through his nose and sat down painfully.
'Oh...Oh...' He wanted to come so badly. America refused to beg for sex though. He wanted to hold onto the sliver of pride left from all the events he endured through. If he begged for this it would be the last straw.
'No...I want to hold onto my freedom, my sanity!' Alfred shut his eyes in concentration as he tried to will his erection back down. There was a plate put in front of him and he focused on the good food.
It wasn't bad for Commie food; some kind of Russian pancakes, sunny side eggs, meats with cheese and jelly. He was grateful that Russia made coffee along with it.
Suddenly he felt the object in his ass move. Alfred covered his mouth and jerked his head up from the plate, glaring at Russia behind the newspaper.
'Going to make him get wasted and put his dick in a toast-AH!' America bit his hand; oh god it was twitching in his ass! He wanted to grind against it but it would make too much noise in the chair and...
'Fuck Fuck Fuck!' America jumped out the seat and tried to get some more coffee. He felt the vibrator stop and sighed. 'Son of a bitch put a remote controlled toy in my ass!' This wasn't fair! He had a disadvantage in this! Ivan could toy with him all damn day until he was a pile of gooey mess waiting to be taken like a cat in heat.
So America spend the day working and cleaning. Occasionally the object would move and vibrate in his ass, then stop. It was starting to drive him nuts, like when you have to scratch an embarrassing spot in public and couldn't.
Ivan spent most of his day doing work. He sighed, getting tired of this mundane routine as of late. He only went down to get a snack, walking down the round staircase, pen in his mouth.
"Mishka kosolapy..." Russia licked his lips as he unwrapped the chocolate nutty treat from the cabinet. He glanced around before sticking the bar in his mouth and sneaking back up the stairs. The Russian paused, hearing a moan from near the fireplace, and decided to investigate.
"I should have taken the Shkolniv." The chocolate melting in his mouth was good but he always craved more candy when it was gone. He didn't eat many sweets so he wasn't fat, not at all!
Russia blinked; was that America? It was, near the mantle dusting. "What?" Ivan peered behind the corner and focused; America was just standing there, breathing hard and pulling his skirt down as something dripped on the floor.
Alfred was trying to control himself; the precome was starting to leak out of his panties. "Oh I want to touch myself so badly..." He thought about jerking off here, Ivan be dammed, and finally releasing himself from the pressure building up in his aching balls
'No I have to clean the fireplace and the poker and ohhh...' He closed his eyes and tried to count to five before moving. It was hard to concentrate on cleaning and had been horny all day. 'I refuse to give into that bastard, I refuse to give into that bastard.'
"Piglet? Fredka?" America groaned as he felt Ivan touch his shoulders. "Are you alright? Do you need to sit down?"
"Van...Vanya..." Alfred tried not to just flat out stare down at the nation's crotch behind those loose black slacks. Instead he stared at his shoes and just ignored how Ivan's cool touch was doing things to him.
Russia blinked owlishly; his lover was putting up a brave front but knew that he was in turmoil. It did something to his heart that he wasn't familiar with. "You need to rest Piglet; you are done for the day. Do not concern yourself with anything else." The sincerity in his voice wasn't fake.
"R...R...V...Vanyashuka..." Russia noticed the change in America's voice and raise an eyebrow. "пожалуйста примите меня к кровати..." Alfred panted and gripped the edges of his skirt. "Please...Please this is hell..."
"What are you trying to say Piglet?" America felt the grin of evil but refused to stare it down. It was already hard enough saying this.
So he lifted up his skirt and shut his eyes tight, showing exactly what he wanted. Russia only grinned wider, if that was possible.
"You want me to take you? You do know what that means if you ask me to take you Da?"
Alfred had an idea but he refuse to believe that. Ivan has been somewhat normal lately so he shook his head no.
"OH!" He felt his body being hoisted up and Russia running down the hallway and up the stairs, two at a time. The blond landed on the bed with a grunt.
Before Alfred could even get off the bed he felt Ivan's large hand pin him down by the stomach. "I don't agree to your demands!" He groaned and arched off the bed as he felt the vibrator slowly being pulled out of his ass.
"But Alfred you practically begged me to fuck you?" Oh this was delicious; he wanted to hear and see Alfred break down and submit to him; to beg to become one with him again.
A stream of garbled nonsense issued from America's lips. Fuck his brain was mush. He could feel every rig hit every nerve in his ass and brush up against so many spots. His whole body was twitching in a shaking mess.
"Hush Piglet you sound horrible." Russia stuffed the forgotten candy bar in America's mouth. He sighed and shook his head as he pulled out the vibrator and swished it around. "Coming just from me doing that Alfred?" Ivan sniffed the toy. "Hmmm...maybe I should have gave you an enema as well~"
"N...N...o...that..." Alfred groaned and pulled the candy out his mouth as he tried to get the feeling back into his toes. He was still hard behind those stripped panties but could comprehend. "D...on...want...that...you...fucker..."
"Ah so you want me to fuck your dirty ass then my dear maid?" Ivan mocked tsked and threw the used vibrator to the side.
"Wait..." Alfred sat up shakily and pulled off his maid outfit, leaving him in only his stockings, panties, and bonnet. "F...Fuck me now master..." The blond sat on his knees and opened his entrance wide, pushing his stripped pants down.
Russia stared at the gaping hole, the pink insides of the nation's anal walls dripping with sweat. His throat felt dry and he swallowed heavily. The older nation opened his slacks quickly and positioned himself.
"! YES!" America's eyes almost rolled back in his head; this is what he wanted! The toy was the right fit but it was tantalizing and somewhat painful. No, the hard cock inside of him hit all the right places, touched all the spots he couldn't reach, and was oh so hot and wonderful. It was even bigger than last time, how delightful.
"It...feels like I am going to melt my sunflower maid." Yes it has been too long since he felt this heat, this warm body that reminded him of summer. Ivan licked along Alfred's bare back to distract him from coming too soon.
"Mmmmhg! Mhhhgm!" America pulled the sheets into his mouth, head bowed and fingers curling into the spread. All he could feel was the increasing pounding powerful thrusts, his hard and throbbing dick begging to be touch, and how the nation's cold body felt all over his skin, down to the fingers gripping his pelvis. His ass pushed back and twitched in ecstasy.
"You will become one with me Fredka?"
"Mghhhh! YES!" Alfred let go of the sheets to suck in much needed oxygen.
Russia smirked and angled his thrust a bit higher, causing an interesting squealing noise to come out of his lover.
"All of you? Including your country? Including your heart?"
"Yes Vanya I lo-ahhhh..."America was barely aware of being hoisted up onto Russia's lap, a hot tongue licking along his neckline.
"It is nice that you decided to wear my colors my little Piglet." Ivan groaned as he felt the young man writhe on his cock with every word, squeeze him nicely like a pulse. He pulled up those panties around the nation's testicles, squeezing and playing with them in his palms.
Alfred let out a keen sound, coming all over the bed in splotches. Ivan loved this position the most, where he could see every twitch, every expression on that sweet face. He groaned as he came not too soon after, drawing out his orgasm and holding the warm body close to his chest.
"Yes I love you too my Piglet."
Russia sat on his bed in only a v neck sweater, a woven blue shirt, and some loose pants. He was watching tv and sucking on a chocolate ice cream bar, half paying attention to the shaking huddled figure next to him.
"You are too funny when you are dramatic Alfred piglet." America glared at the Russian in his eyesight.
"DRAMATIC? You bastard you manipulated me to join up with you in some gay takeover!" He pointed a shaking finger from his cocoon blanket. Alfred still only had on his underwear and stockings, surprising warm under the comforter.
Russia mock pouted. "I did no such thing! You said not only once, but twice you would become one with me, everything da?" He didn't understand why Alfred was being so silly.
America shook. "That's because you fucked me til I passed out! Then you tried to fuck me outside! Dumb point that made since you did it later on anyway and we almost went to jail! Then you put that fucking toy up my ass for a whole day after I haven't had sex in how long? Months?" Yes months; the last time they actually did it was back during the pool party. "You coerced me to join forces with you you son of a bitch!" The blond pounded the bed and the other nation wondered if it would break under the blond's power.
"There there." Ivan patted America's head as if he was speaking to a small child. "It will not be so bad. You will make a cute Queen for me."
Russia didn't expect a slap to his face from his troubles.
The Russian airport bombing happened earlier this year in Domodedovo International in Moscow: h t t p: / en . wikipedia . org / wiki / Domodedovo _ International _ Airport _ bombing
Mishka kosolapy: Traditional Soviet - Russian candy bar. Dark chocolate covering nut praline with almonds and wafers. Shkolniv is a type of traditional Russian toffee bar.
пожалуйста примите меня к кровати: Please take me (or please take me to your bed.)
Don't ask me about the vibrator; I haven't used one but I do know there are ones with nubs along the shaft.
Materia is a final fantasy reference; can you figure out the joke now?
