I'm not loving it part 15: Side story
By Fujoshi a.k.a Otaku no baka
For those of you who kept bugging me about how America ended up with a restraining order, here it is.
Warnings: Fail sex, outdoors sex, voyeurism, perverts, violence, paranoia, fetish for accents, fetish for power (on Ivan's part,) fisting, self wetting omorashi fetish or loss of control of bladder fetish (?) LOL I DUNNO.
I don't own Hetalia! Tired of coming up with crap!
America growled as he hid in his sheets, blue eyes filled with angst and mirth.
His traitorous mind loved to showcase what happened the previous days, how he decided to visit Russia on a whim and the man took his virginity. Many times.
No he wasn't having that again, Russia already pounded him into the couch once and he wasn't offering his ass once more.
So the blond changed the locks, going back to his Cold war paranoia days. 'I still don't know why you are doing this.'
'Oh hush, go back into hiding like you did during World War II' America silenced that small part of him that lusted after the paled hair man and squashed it down.
America still had days before the next summit meeting so he longed around the house, cooking and talking with Tony.
"You don't understand how bad he is Tony! He's like some internet final boss or whatever!"
"What is an 'internet final boss?'"
"It's one of those things you see at-HOLY LIBERTY BELLS!"
Russia cocked his head; he came to check up on his sunflower and tease him. His head was on the arm of the couch listening to the conversation.
Tony sighed as his roommate yelled, screeched, and did a one sided argument with Russia, who appeared to be bored. Finally fed up, the blond pushed Ivan right out the door.
"Get out! JUST GET OUT! NO MEANS NO!"
Russia was going to retort until the door slammed in his face. He tsked and shook his head. "America this will not due at all." The younger nation was in denial, Ivan knew, and he wasn't going to stop just because of the word 'no.' It didn't stop him before and it wouldn't stop him now.
America was peering behind the sofa, guns near him and war paint on. Tony watched not amused. 'It's too hot for this shit.'
The past few days Russia would randomly appear in the house, at different time periods, past the blond's defenses. America did everything, from changing all the locks several times to seal all the exits and spaces even to install lasers and stuff only the pentagon would have.
Ivan showed up at the breakfast table, in America's bedroom, even in the tub. Tony knew that Russia wasn't like the other nations. The time that he lived with him showed that Ivan Braginiski could 'teleport' in a similar manner as his transports. Actually the nation helped his species improve on it.
So the alien watched the show as his roommate, as usual, turned up the paranoia and Russia would, as usual, prove him wrong and freak him out further.
America waited and waited; he wasn't going to let that commie bastard get in his house this time. He was going to watch how that fucktard was doing what he was doing.
He thought he seen the door move but realized that it was just him hallucinating. "Oh...that's not him."
"Yes that is too bad da?"
America jumped; he was going to turn around and shoot the other nation but Russia was quicker. "Я хочу вас настолько плох мой маленький дорогой Поросенок~" (I want you so badly my little dear Piglet.)
'Russia uses sexy hot accent! It's super effective! America is paralyzed!' Alfred was off put by Russia breathing in his ear and talking in that blasted language. Distracted, Ivan pushed the blond down on his back and pressed all his heavy weight against him.
"Nice try; it took longer this time Alfred." Ivan thought that this was a fun game but it delayed him from the confrontation that he needed to have with his companion.
Tony got the popcorn as he watched the two tussle. It was a fistfight after Russia knocked both of America's guns away, both of them wrestling and punching each other. The couch was overturned and everything was destroyed that they touched.
The alien sighed again and had it; he knew his roommate would bitch again about 'That fucking commie ruining my home,' even though it was America's fault in the first place. He walked into the fight, grabbed both of them by the collar, and threw them both out back.
"TONY! TONY! YOU TRAITOR!" America whimpered and banged against his back door; arguing with his now cursing roommate through the door.
Russia growled; he was ready to attack America again until he noticed the location. 'Sunflowers...' They were in America's massive backyard that contain tons and tons of sunflowers. The annoyance and rage dissipated from his system.
Ivan breathed in the smell of the petals, the dew in the air, the scents of summer. There was something about this country that General Winter didn't dominate, couldn't dominate more than a brief period every year. 'I want to sleep in the flowers.' It was possible considering how hot it has been in the States.
Distracted, Russia didn't noticed when America came up behind him and tackle him again. They wrestled in the dirt, the blond yelling curses, until Russia had the upper hand and pinned him on the ground.
"Do not insult the flowers with your ignorance." America didn't have the right to injury such precious things because of his stupidity, even if he did grow them in the first place.
Alfred groaned and hissed. "Of course, you are the Sunflower Devil after all!"
Their grinding was causing other parts to make themselves noticed. 'Ah what the hell?' Alfred couldn't believe how he was getting turned on by the heavy man on top of him. 'He took my innocence, he took the last of it! Why am I enjoying the fact that he's going to rape me again?'
'You know you can't rape the willingly, considering that you have enough power to smash tanks effortlessly. You could have punched him awesomely out the window like you did with suitors before through the ages. No you want him to ravish you deliciously.'
'Didn't I tell you to shut up! Go back to whatever you came from!' The 'voice' chuckled in America's head and he was grateful for it's departure.
For now.
"Ughh..." America argued in his head and didn't feel how Russia was using one hand to raise his tank top, already pinning both of his arms above his head. He trashed, pushing back against the touch.
"I...I don't want to have sex outside!" They were in his backyard for god's sake where the neighbors could see! His puritan values were just screaming how wrong and nasty this was.
"Too bad; you put this upon yourself." If Alfred was just a nice submissive nation Ivan would have talked with the blond about his plans like a rational country and it wouldn't have came to this, since his initial lust was sated until now. No America was not a country to bow to his will without effort, which is how their fights turned him on so badly.
'Such ignorance and rash power; better than the Baltics, China, and the others.' Even now America was snarling like a beast, trying to kick him off from molesting him instead of waking in fear of what was to come.
Ivan had a sudden desire; he sat up slightly and locked both of his arms on America. "Hey what are you doing now?" Alfred kicked and huffed like a child, trying to push him back with his foot.
"Did I not make it clear earlier? I am going to fuck you in front of the flowers my shacked up stupid lover."
"Nooooooo! Please Ivan! For the sake of everything please not out here!" Russia turned and raised an amused eyebrow; so now the nation was begging and pleading to him?
He dropped him in the center of the field; watching as how America tried to get to his feet and back to the house. But Russia was on him, ripping off his shirt in the struggle.
America tried to fight back, wanting to perverse his virtue. He managed to punch the larger nation in the face, who only took this as an invitation to rip off the blond's cargo military pants.
"Hmmm..." Russia poked the nation's exposed half hard erection. "No underwear?"
"It's too hot!" America hide his face with both hands in shame. He still wiggled around but froze when he felt a tongue on his organ.
His jaw was sore and he ached all over from the battles before, but he still palmed and licked the younger nation's balls, pulling them into his mouth, sucking. America arched up and groaned, not daring to move now when the bigger nation had his vital regions in his teeth.
'Hot...' He was exhausted from fighting in the house and fighting outside, the adrenaline wearing down. All the sunflowers surrounding them didn't provide much shade.
Russia chuckled at how easy it was to get the American into a wanton wiggling mess from his touches. His gloved fingers caressed the man's sides, tracing the muscles on the exposed skin, before going down to his hip bone. The older nation opened up his coat and pulled out a tube from his shirt pocket.
The heat was delicious to Ivan; sweat was already starting to stick to his shirt. He gave America's cock a lick up to the tip, causing it to twitch. "Alfred prepare yourself da?" Russia wanted to laugh at the passionate dazed look the blond had. He reached up and took the blond's glasses, putting them on his face.
"Give...back...Texas!" America tried to fight off the fatigue along with the burning sensation between his legs. Russia only pushed back the spectacles and America felt his heart skip a beat. 'He looks normal with them. Handsome.' The blond was in awe at how the glasses suited the older man.
Of course it was shortly lived when Ivan stuck two slick fingers inside of the man's puckered ass. "AHHHH!"
"Shhhh you do not want the neighbors to hear da?" Ivan laughed and put his free finger to his lips. America hiccuped at how Russia pushed two, then three fingers up his ass without a rest forcefully.
"Sl...ow...down."
"No. Bad boys deserved to be punish da?"
"Not...a child anymore." America weakly tried to push against Russia's head. He couldn't control his body very well to punch him after he took Texas.
"Yes Yes I know you are not a child, this shows you are not." A large hand gripped the nation's weeping twitching cock and America hissed, trying to not yell in exasperation.
'Hmmm I wonder how much could Alfred fit?' Russia decided to test it out. He started to push in his ring finger as well as his pinkie finger.
America felt full, even more so than when Russia just shoved his dick inside of him. He peered down and seen how Ivan had his whole hand inside.
"HEY HEY! EXCUSE ME BUT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" America screamed louder as Russia actually moved his fist in his ass.
'God.' It didn't feel totally good; the hand didn't have the right girth and it was too wide.
Russia watched fascinated as America had different reactions from how fast he moved and how deep. He wondered how much his sunflower could take before he broke, mentally and physically.
"Ah Ah..." Alfred was so totally not digging this; the fist in his ass was painful. He felt Ivan arch his angle up one degree and wheezed. There was this familiar sensation that he was so not loving.
"Stop...Stop...stop..." Russia blinked as he shook out of his trance, feeling something wet hit his skin.
"Oh." So that is what happened; somehow his sunflower started to wet himself. He watched as the yellow liquid trickled out of the head and gripped the nation's cock, pumping it slowly.
America was mortified; Russia pushed against his bladder someway and he couldn't control himself. Not only that but the sick bastard was actually getting something out of it, guiding his penis and drawing the urine out of it.
Once it died down to a trickle Ivan released his sticky hand, shaking it. "Dammit I hate you right now!"
"Such harsh words America; let me make it up to you." The paled haired nation positioned himself, sliding his member in the now loose passage easy. Alfred grunted, trying to get himself back into it, since there was no way out. He still felt sick and embarrassed.
Seeing Braginiski with glasses was eery; like if the nation should wear them all the time. Those spectacles stayed on his face easily because of that big fat nose of his. 'That big fat sexy nose...' Alfred groaned as Ivan leaned in close and raised his leg, thrusting inside of him at a different angle.
He could feel his aching anal walls start to get accustom to the member moving inside of him. Russia was being relentless as usual, balls deep, skin slapping on skin. His erection was starting to come back and he hated it.
Plop.
America stared at the beating organ on his chest; Ivan didn't notice or stop moving inside of the body under him. "The FUCK DUDE!" The blond tried to push him off.
"Ah...that happens sometimes but never happened during sex." Russia looked inquisitive, not really apologetic or concerned about his heart falling out. He was still trying to go on doing it.
"Well put it the FUCK BACK IN!"
"EEEEEEK!"
Two heads turned and America blanched. Oh god it was his neighbor, the nice lady next door.
She had a camcorder, along with a few other ladies from the area, and some guy who had the misfortune of being dragged by his girlfriend.
"OMG! CALL THE POLICE! He's killing that strange guy!"
The guy looked green and the women continued to screech and yell, trying to get more people's attention to the scene. America groaned and hid his face as Russia calmly took his heart and placed it back into his chest.
There was about ten cop cars and one ambulance, with a massive crowd of people from all over New York.
The guy fainted and was taken to the hospital but Ivan and Alfred were sitting on the pouch, talking to the police and secret service after the cops discovered what address they were coming to.
"Again Mr. Jones?" The cop shook his head; he was the third generation of his family and he knew Mr. Jones personally. This was the house that never seemed to change and the only time he was called out here was recently. From what his grandfather told him he used to come to the same address during the Cold War.
"Yeah Samuel." America put a hand on his face, listening to how his boss was chewing him out over his cell phone, hushing people up and covering up his mess. Russia appeared nonplus in the whole incident, talking to his boss in perfect Russian with a calm voice on his own phone.
"You do know that the guy wanted a restraining order but he didn't want to press charges?" His boss must have bailed him out so he didn't end up going to jail. Alfred shrugged; it wouldn't been the only time a nation went to the cell. He could count on both fingers how many times Francis went to jail and his country had to bail him out and clean up the mess.
'It's all that big ass bear's fault.' The blond was going to ignore Russia starting today; he refuse to sink himself in the nation's web and get involved any further. He didn't know what he would do with himself if he did.
