I'm Not Loving it Part 14
By Fujoshi a.k.a Otaku no Baka
Ok Grey beta this one so it is coming out quicker~ Ah man once again I am doing another massive update and working on stuff in between.
Warnings: Sauna sex, kinky hijinks, frottage, soap and rubbing sex.
If I owed Hetalia then I would have tons of friends!
Stomp stomp stomp.
America trotted through the snow. Man he should have brought pants!
Even with all the layers of clothes on he was still cold. He hid his red face in the grocery bag as he paced behind Russia.
Those two were having a kind of dispute. While the other man was enthusiastic, America was downright grumpy and evil.
'I don't have an issue dating him or having sex with him, the problem is all the politics and he tricked me into becoming united with him!' Well almost united. There were three steps for the nations to be one hundred percent unionized as corresponded by the other countries:
They had to state their independence from said main country they were colonized or unionized with or the country must physically state such matter by coupling with the nation they want to be with.
Then they had to have written documentation from two respective parties that represented their people and country.
Third they had to state that they want to join with said country.
America already did two of them and the only thing the cold bastard needed was one more; he had to convince their bosses to actually agree on the matter. His boss was going to kill him for getting even this far and he didn't even want to think on the world wide problems this would cause.
'I wasn't considering my people; just myself.' Isn't that what he always had done? Consider his people? He never considered what Alfred F. Jones wanted in life. Even after decades he and England still had this rift because of their own respective countries.
'I don't hate Ivan but at least he coulda told me or whatever.' Sigh, maybe he was overlooking things because of the past. Russia was always a manipulative asshole back in the old days but he never really asked Ivan's opinion on the whole matter. Too much anger, sex, and more anger between the two along with confused, old and new unrelinquished feelings. Hell their rage and annoyance for each other was foreplay.
"Fredka? Is there something wrong?" The boy had brood over the whole trip; grumbling and only giving minimal replies. Russia wasn't used to a curt America; when he was like this it means he was going to do something stupid or was actually thinking like a mature nation.
"No I'm fine it's just that this whole relationship-" Alfred would have normally jumped if he wasn't getting used to how Ivan invaded his personal space on a constant basis. Although he wasn't ready for said nation to lean down and kiss him.
America dropped the bag of groceries that he was carry as he felt gloved fingers touch the nip of his neck and bring him closer. He was shivering from anger and the cold, but found his body molding into the larger one. The blond sighed and deepen the kiss, putting his hands on Russia's chest in a gesture of closeness.
He could barely hear murmurs as well as people cooing in Russian. America didn't care though; he was lost in his own personal escape as he clinched the scarf in his fingers.
When they parted Ivan patted Alfred's head again. "Better?" America only responded by punching him in the face.
"Ow." Ivan shook his head as his lover stomped off again, leaving him in the snow. All the comments that the nations made over the ages about Russia being insane, and that he was the one to always show violence or quick to act irrational weren't completely untrue
'Fuu~I only wanted to cheer him up.' Russia didn't know how to do this whole relationship thing, except from what he read and what he seen over the ages. He didn't know how to hang onto another unless it was through violence, threats, or fixation.
So he picked up the food stuff, ignoring how people commented '….on such a rude girl to punch her boyfriend down' and followed America once again.
"Fredka I am curious, where did you get that outfit from?"
America noticed how Ivan called him his country name less and his human name more often. It was disorienting and unnerving.
"Uh..." He honestly didn't want to answer that. "It's a long story; I have to remember to give Hungary pictures later."
Alfred didn't own a maid outfit per say so he asked the only pervert he knew that would have one. Elizabeth gladly gave him one on the count that she received pictures of it.
America knew there was another catch; he wouldn't be shocked to see Russia's housed wired so she could collect porn of them.
Russia raised an eyebrow but decided to leave it as that. The two put the food away in the kitchen quietly, a rift still between the two nations.
Ivan debated if he should just go back to old habits. His plan was going well but America was being stubborn as usual. "Fredka."
"Hmmm?" America continued to ignore him and it was getting on his nerves. Instead of lashing out, Russia simply pulled the younger nation close to him by the sleeve, causing Alfred to fall into his arms.
'Yes, this is better.' Ivan's nostrils flared and he inhaled the clean sweet scent of the man in his arms. Alfred always had this smell of sunflowers and vanilla; even behind Russia's shampoo he used last night. His heart was beating fast and he continued to stroke and pet those blond strands.
America froze; he wasn't expecting Russia to not attack him or randomly grope him. He was petting and caressing his hair like a sweet lover. The blond heard gentle words in Russian and he tried to hide his face.
"Alfred." A cold finger lifted his face up. "The offer still stands; I want you to be by my side." America felt like a deer in headlights as Ivan leaned closer, his lips brushing against his. "I want you to be a part of me."
The young nation had enough sense to push the man at arm's length. Ignoring how he was hyperventilating and how the voice in his head was back and vibrating through his skull, he managed to speak up. "What's wrong with you! Getting all sappy and stuff!" This wasn't Russia, no he was used to the jerk face Russia not...God he hasn't seen this side of the man since he was a colony.
Ivan approached the nation again; walking him back into the counter. "Fredka; I do not joke. You of all people know this." He put both his arms above America. "I am going to ask you again and I want an answer this time. You said you loved me, not 'like', anymore. Am I correct on this Alfred?"
The way he muttered Alfred scared the hell out of the blond. He didn't trust his mouth right now but he was cornered. "I...I...I..."
The sound of a telephone ranged and America couldn't have been more grateful. He took this chance to run under Russia and go towards the source of the noise.
Ivan pouted. The blond was so close to breaking down his final wall and telling him how he felt. He didn't want to hear those words in the throves of ecstasy, no he wanted to hear America's devotion from those lips normally.
"That was your boss; he wants you to stop by tomorrow again." America breathed a sigh of relief at the topic change.
"Da; this isn't over, Piglet." Russia put a hand to his chin. "Let us go out today."
"Huh again? We just got back home." Ivan wanted to laugh at how Alfred said 'home' instead of 'your home.'
"Well it is special today since you just told me about your feelings for me."
America flushed red again and ignored him. "Can we get anything but McDonalds?"
"Oh but I thought you loved the burgers?" Russia gave him a leer and America shook his head no.
"Not today dammit! Not today!"
"That was a bust."
The restaurant in question was closed so he and Russia had to go to a random plan B second option one. It wasn't bad if you didn't count the waiter falling over and throwing good borsch over Russia and America and someone talking so loud on their phone that it caused the Slavic's nation patience to reach the brim and promptly sock him in the face, causing an all and out food fight.
Alfred groaned at the damage and how he was banned from once again another establishment. He had two restraining orders now so what else could he do to tick off his boss? More international bad relations?
"Everyone did not need to know about that man's wife cheating on him with his brother and having his uncle's baby. It is quite a disgrace in my motherland." Russia shrugged, not feeling bad at all, especially considering that the man in question was just a traveler visiting Russia and spreading his personal life. He managed to dodge so his scarf was spared but his coat took all the damage.
"Let's just get this so called date over with." Alfred groaned; he had enough on his plate. He felt like he was falling into the Совок's trap and he actually, actually, enjoyed spending time with Ivan of all things. He thought about going into a hole somewhere like he did back during the war.
"Fredka...Fredka...Alfred..." The blond jumped as his human name was breathed into his ear and rolled in that accent. He turned around and blushed, trying to put an annoyed glare on his face. 'Man I'm starting to get turned on from his accent alone.'
Russia cocked his head to the side; his messy trench coat blowing in the wind. "Are we still going or do you want to go back home?"
"Ah! Oh...yeah...YEAH!" That's right they were supposed to eat out and go relax in a sauna. He found out from the internet that Russia had saunas and public baths and thought it would help get his mind off of this whole confusing nonsense.
"Man this is hell to get out."
America washed and washed his hair but he still smelt like tomato and spices. He was sitting down in a stool; using the spa's shower. The place was huge with a sauna, a public bath, shower, and a massage area. It had modern conveniences for an archaic place.
'What would it be like if I did unite with Vanya?' America hid his face into his washcloth and thought about it. Would Russia treat him differently than now? Would they be able to go out like a normal couple? Would his family accept him or just rebuke?
'C'mon! I'm not supposed to think seriously! I'm supposed to chill lax today!' The blond shook his head and leaned back to rinse out the shampoo for the third time.
America sighed as he felt the heat hit his body.
God it was good; his muscles were melting like butter. America thought about going to the part with the other guys to chit chat but he wanted to be alone so he could reflect on his awesome plan to convince Russia not to do dastardly things.
There was no stopping his feelings; he knew that he was in love with Russia and couldn't do anything against that fact. He could on the other hand prevent him from becoming one with the world.
'Why would I want that?' Part of him had a sadistic glee on seeing England on his hands and knees eating his awesome food and apologizing for being a rude ally for so many decades.
Also his twin would be indeed recognized; with the shift in power he could spread some of the economic gain towards Canada and his brother wouldn't be invisible as much.
'But it's not cool if everyone fears me!' America wanted friends and allies not people brought through fear and pain. He wondered why it mattered since most of the countries despised him but England, Russia, Canada, Japan, and sometimes France.
As America brooded over the pros and cons Russia peered from under the bench where his lover sat it. "Well this is a fine view for a fine ass." He couldn't help but observer Alfred with a chuckle.
Alfred shivered; he thought he felt something off in the room. He turned slowly and groaned at the sight of Russia. "What are you doing here?"
Ivan shrugged and climbed out of the area, sitting down next to the blond. "Is there a problem being with my lover?"
"No but I thought you were talking with the other Russians."
"I did and I am done, da?"
The two sat there, basking in the torrid heat. America couldn't take the silence and decided to attempt normal conversation. "Isn't this a problem for you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're always cold and stuff because of General Winter right? And your body temperature isn't the same as the rest of us so shouldn't you be uncomfortable?"
"Nyet, this is actually relaxing. The problem is that it takes longer for my body to overheat than the other nations and to subcome to freeze temperatures." Russia put both arms back, feeling the sweat starting to roll off after being in the other sauna and this one for an hour.
"Where is the old man anyway?" America was curious about Ivan's strange ass spirit that has been with him for who knows how long.
"He's relaxing in the sauna someplace."
"Seriously?" America was curious now, he loved the unknown. "He's like you and me?"
Russia was curious on why America suddenly wanted to know more about himself but part of him was pleased. "Da, but he's a bit different. He is more like those spirits that England rambles about."
"Huh? Those are real?" America could admit that he has only seen mint bunny, not those pixies or whatever Arthur would talk to and the unicorn once when he was a colony.
Ivan laughed. "Yes Fredka, those spirits are real. It must mean your magic interception is lower than mine but higher than the others." Only certain nations to have seen General winter in full detail. Most would feel his presence or see an apparition but not actual details.
America pouted on the magic stuff. He liked scientific facts and knowledge. The magic stuff was confusion and didn't make sense at times.
So they sat in silence again, Alfred closing his eyes and dozing off. He didn't know how much time passed until he felt clammy hands touch his chest.
"Hmmm?" He opened one lax eye to see Ivan spreading the perspiration all over his abs, tracing it up to his hard nipples.
"Ivan what are you doing?"
Russia had the gall to look innocent. "I am bored, da?"
"Why don't you go talk with the other guys then?"
"No it is...I have a better idea."
Russia hopped off the bench and walked over to the back. America wondered what the hell he was doing until he came back with a bottle of something.
"The hell?"
Ivan grinned, showing off his teeth. "How about we try something I saw from Japan?"
Alfred facepalmed himself; Kiku was a pervert if he knew one. That was the only guy that could go toe to toe with England, France, and China of all people of porn and fetishes in their country and household.
America was ushered on his back and Ivan squeezed something cold on his skin. "Brrrr." The contrast was making him itch.
Russia got to work, humming and spreading the soap all over America's chest. It was starting to heat up quickly to his temperature. He ghosted across a nipple and felt the man under him shiver.
This was weird in America's book but it felt nice, strangely enough. When Ivan touched his nipples he jumped slightly but felt him massage his neck and shoulders instead.
Russia smoothed the stuff over his arms, working the muscles. Alfred noticed he was starting to wake up down there and groaned, trying to will it away.
'England's cooking, France naked, Canada's bear...'
"Oh? Do you need attention?"
'Fuck.' America would have facepalmed himself again if it wasn't for the fact that he was being worked on. Ivan chuckled and the blond jumped when he felt those slimy hands touch his half hard erection.
Russia didn't waste any time and pumped the cock in his grip with slick hands, spreading the liquid soap all around. He pulled back the foreskin and washed under there too, humming as he went along.
"Ahhhh..."
"Alfred is there something else you want?" America been through this but instead of fighting or saying a snarky remark he just broke down and told him what he wanted. He found out from experience that Russia wasn't so bad if he asked nicely.
"Yeah jerk me off right quick, why don't cha?" He sat up on his haunches, seeing the older nation chuckle before he got to work on giving him a hand job.
Blue eyes watched at how Ivan stroked his member slowly, slipping the soap down to the base before flicking his thumb over the tip.
"Co...could you massage my balls too?" Russia raised an eyebrow but complied, squeezing and massaging the man's balls as he pumped the member in his grip faster, feeling something besides the soap splash in his grip.
America curled his toes and leaned his head back. Man, that large hand was good for handjobs. He really wanted to get down with Russia and rumble in the sauna but he was afraid of heat exhaustion. Alfred was already sweating his ass off doing this.
"Vanya, could you come here?" America blinked as it didn't take more than a second for Russia to climb on top of his own body. He was off put on how the nation was the same temperature as himself.
Alfred stared at Ivan's face, how his hair was drooping with sweat, how his eyes showed so many emotions, how the perspiration dripped off of his big nose. He leaned up and licked a bead of sweat off the tip of his nose.
Ivan shivered at that hot tongue touching him and got to work again. He reached between them and rubbed their cocks together, his own manhood grinding against the slick one.
America reached one hand up to pull Russia to his lips, his other one snaked between them to give assistance, rubbing his foreskin over Ivan's own flared tip. The liquid was helping, making the friction better and more satisfying.
"We never did finish the last time we did this." Ivan groaned and thrusted up; the heat was exhilarating but he continued to grind his cock head into the fold of skin, holding himself up by both arms.
The heat along with the pleasure was pushing them to the point faster. One particular spot was rubbed against and Ivan gasped, feeling his member twitch and spurt out ropes of come. He tried to keep his eyes open and watch as how Alfred panted and joined him, both of them still grinding their slick bodies against each other.
Russia was spent in more ways than one and fell over to the side.
America blinked; he tried to sit up on shaking arms as he seen how Ivan was passed out on the floor.
"Hahahaha."
Russia hushed America who continued to laugh. "I knew you would pass out from heat exhaustion!"
Ivan groaned at the cold rag on his head and how his lover was fanning him. He got too overheated from the sex and sauna and didn't notice how he overdid himself until it was too late. Sometimes he cursed his body's natural strange temperature.
So they were in the common room, fully clothed, America sipping on some cold cola. Russia actually had his head on the blond's lap.
"Oh man I poked you for a good minute too..."
"Please Fredka."
"But it was sooooo funny Vanya." Russia opened one eye to see the smiling face of America and felt his cheeks go warm from something besides exhaustion.
Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.
Saunas are small houses and are a place to experience dry or wet heat sessions. There are saunas in Finland, Russia, America, and many other parts of the world: http : / / en . wikipedia . org / wiki / Sauna
Soap sex is a type of Japanese sex that you basically use lotion or soap to bring pleasure to a person by rubbing, massaging, or grinding the substance into the person. There is also a fetish behind this as well. It is also called Mat play in Japan. Sad thing is besides a yaoi I cannot find the source behind this .
Thanks again for reading!
