Author's Notes:
The first fic to only feature one main character. Russia, people! like writing him alone, it makes me write him less confined, open to express him more. Of course, I think you know that Russia here isn't the cute hurting creep he is attractively is in the series. He's more of the goofball with a sassy temper and constantly shaking his head side to side with one hand on his hips.
I also wanted to write PruSpa since I wanted some attention to my other OTPs and I'm planning to write more of my other OTPs. Hopefully I get some inspiration for ScoMac and TurkIta.
Another Universe-01 fic.
Also, a new crack is introduced and I have one more to be revealed on a later date.
Please suggest me a straight pairing that DOES NOT involve my OTPs.
Warnings: Unfaithful?Spain, Paranoid!Prussia, Spy!Russia, censored materials, implicit sex, censored nudity.
-I really don't like how dirty my thoughts were...sorry in advance.
PEOPLE WHO ARE PURITANICAL AND CANT HANDLE IMPLICIT STUFF...DONT READ PLEASE. I KNOW NO ONE READS THIS PART OF THE FIC ANYWAY. BUT PLEASE...
Heta ain't mine, foo! If that would happen I'd make Denmark England so that UsUk would actually be DenAme. XD...
Toni woke up before the crack of dawn. He's acquired such sleeping patterns ever since he started his own tomato farm—under the name Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, and not 'a proud product of Spain'.
He was just pumping iron. The lack of wars and disputes made a huge hole in his modern-day workout regimen.
With his strong back lying on the bench, sinewy arms stretched out with his hands deathly gripping on the iron bar. His chest flared as he continued to bench press fervently. His perfectly v-shaped torso was covered in sweat and the tight indentations and bruises from the corset he wore last night—thrown carelessly wherever on the floor upon entering the home gym. His face was dripping with sweat but a few minutes ago, it was fresh from water, hypoallergenic soap, and makeup remover.
He let go of the bar, letting it fall on the barbell rest with a loud clank. He sat up, mouth in a half-open smile. He walked up to the mirror, inspecting his body with just a little bit of arrogance.
His hand trailed on his stubby skin, itchy hair growing back. He didn't like to shave. He found it more erotic to keep things natural. But he found it most erotic when Gilbert smiled and was having a good time and his Gilly wanted him to shave.
He also didn't like how the feminine clothes always made it physically difficult for him. Even and especially women shouldn't be treated like this, shouldn't be pressured like this, shouldn't be forced to do this...
But again, anything for Gilbert.
His hand gave his chest a firm squeeze, making sure that they weren't turning soft to better fill out the restrictive undergarment. Good thing they weren't, they were still hard as a rock and so was the rest of his body.
He started to doubt himself. He started to wonder whether Gil would rather have a woman or a feminine man instead of a guy with 210 lbs. of muscle?
Doesn't he find all this attractive anymore?
Spain shook his head. Impossible. Well...hopefully.
Suddenly, a beam of light streamed through the window. It hit his green eyes, making them pop brilliantly.
He looked at the clock and immediately went frantic.
6:30
He couldn't be late. He just couldn't. Not now.
Antonio ran out, dashing to the bathroom to take a quick shower. On the way out, he made sure to strip off his jogging pants and his jockstrap.
6:55
Spain found Prussia cooking breakfast with his uncommon sweet smile and lax eyes. The room started to smell distinctly of his favorite chorizo and egg.
God, he's so cute.
Spain sighed, watching as the more dominant man had that goofy grin on him. Moments like this, the small moments when he tried so hard to make the smallest gestures mean a whole lot, made his small qualms vanish.
Prussia was murmuring some spanish, not that it was clear enough to understand. He was cooking up some of Spain's favorite chorizo and poaching some eggs in a deeper pan. He was probably making some sort of sweet gesture again, blushing like it was his first time muttering something like it.
Sigh...
Toni looked at his watch, smiling dreamily. Then the smile turned into an expression of sheer horror since it would take a miracle for him not to be late.
Gil finally noticed him, gasping in a smile. His baby was so handsome in his crisp cotton shirt and slacks and that brown belt...perfection.
"Desayuno?" He suggested and how he wanted the answer to be yes.
(A/N: Breakfast?)
"Nein." Spain sighed, heart crumbling when he saw the Prussian's smile drop to a soft frown.
"O-oh..."
...
The popping oil sounded like the small bursting balloon hearts around Gilbert. Toni wanted to say something, he really did. He wanted to stop the way the younger man was hastily jerking the pan to let the chorizo roll back and forth inside it. He wanted to take his hand in his and show him how much he means to him in the alternative way.
The path less traveled, so to speak.
But...
7:06
"I-I'm late!" Toni stuttered, getting his suitcase and dashing towards the door.
"O-okay...you'll be back before dinner right?" Gilbert looked at him. His eyes gleamed, hoping and praying silently.
"I-I'm not sure." The older man said regrettably. He looked down, unable to face his lover' hurt gaze. His hand twisted the doorknob.
"But I'll be back before it gets really late, okay?" He smiled, hoping that it would soften the other's heart.
"Things...are just...I mean..." Spain fumbled. "I'm a little busy now than I used to."
He went out the door. Prussia stood there, allowing his ears to take in the sound of his partner's feet slowly fade down the hall.
He was lying and he knew it. The past couple of days have been like this. It was very reasonable since he had to go to the world conference...
But the conference's been over for three days now.
"I'm sorry...what?" Russia stopped bench pressing and placed his glasses up his big nose. He sat up on the bench, big hand on one knee and elbow on the other. His voice was of earnest confusion and uncertainty.
"I-I think Toni's cheating on me!" Prussia said bravely. He was wearing a stylish business suit, of all things. He didn't know what else to do than go to one of his closest friends who was reasonable and sensitive enough to listen.
Russia looked at him blankly, unable to fully wrap his brain in whatever the flighty German was saying.
"Hold up." He raised his hand. "You came here just to tell that to me?" He said incredulously.
"Nein!" Prussia answered back, face as red as his eyes. "I want you to help me beat the crap out of whoever's stealing my lover from me!"
Russia stood up, patting his hair and forehead with his face towel. "I really don't think Toni's cheating on you. Do you even know who the hell Toni is?"
"He's the most air-headed man I know. He's basically the most innocent man in the world and even if he's hammered as shit he won't jump at anything with a pulse. He's more likely to bang a plant than an actual person and he won't lie if he did." He said as he went to the small kitchen near the home gym.
"I-I know." Prussia agreed wholeheartedly but he wasn't afraid of that.
"But what if he really wanted to? Then he won't be dumb enough to tell me." He told softly, sounding very pitiful.
Russia sighed. "I know you won't stop bugging me so I'll help. Do you want me to follow him?"
"J-Ja." The shorter man said unsurely.
"Again, do you want me to do this?" The Russian repeated, tilting his chin down with his eyes looking up to see his friend's reaction.
"I do." The Prussian shook his nerves off, nodding once.
"You're really going to do that?" Another voice caught the attention of Gilbert. It sounded like Spain but in a deeper range and in a difference accent.
A tanned man stood behind them in a tight white shirt and loose boxers. His hair was wavy and fairly long but not passed shoulder, not as long as Canada's. He stood three inches shorter than Gilbert and looked like he was in his late teens-early twenties but was burly in built with a small strong gut forming—rounder than Turkey's more chiseled one. His eyes were amber-brown and he looked oh so innocent.
"Lateo? You're up early." Ivan smiled at which the Ecuadorian smiled back in reply.
"It was getting too crowded with Shaun and Juan in the same bed." The youngest man said, petting Juan, his alpaca.
"Hey babe..?" An even deeper voice came from down the hall. The man that stepped out was Cameroon, his muscled chest strained against his blue tank top and his thunder thighs and calves were bulging inside his sweatpants. With those legs, it's no wonder that he's good at soccer and American football.
"There you are." The taller man smiled, hugging Ecuador from behind.
"Uh...What's happening here?" Gilbert asked.
"They're my roommates while we're here in Coron." Ivan answered, already working on their morning coffee.
"What? Why?"
"Because it's always been like that for the nations who don't have an apartment or a house in the host country near the meting venue or at all." Ecuador answered.
"That's a thing?" Gilbert looked skeptical and sounded downright aggressive against the topic.
"Yes." The three answered sternly while Juan made gurgling sounds of affirmation.
"It helps in socializing." Ivan said knowingly.
"I didn't know that, all this time I thought you had your own rooms or planned and stuff..." Gilbert said softly before murmuring to himself about the pros and cons and numerous details about the new revelation until Ecuador cleared his throat.
"I'm actually meeting Toni later. Do you want me to watch for any signs?" The young man asked while Prussia stared at him, contemplating.
"I need all the help I can get..." The older man grinned, walking up to him and shaking his hand firmly.
"Welcome to the team!"
"What are you doing?" The bigger Roshaun whispered in his lover's ear, pulling him away gently.
"Just going with the flow of things." Lateo answered, giggling while his lover and alpaca sighed in disbelief.
When most people think of Russia—going for scary, sadistic, crazy, demonic, and anything else that was negative instead—graceful, agile, and quick never came to mind.
But he was a serious ballet dancer despite having put on even more muscle than the already very muscular male ballet dancers which was suppose to compromised his flexibility though thankfully it didn't. Besides that, he was good at walking in heels, that must've count for some sort of measure of his awesome abilities. If he wasn't good in espionage than he'd be a shame to DECK. He wouldn't live up to the title of...
...Shadow Stalker...
He was incognito. Well, not really. He was just wearing sunglasses, his favorite designer punk shirt, some snug pair of jeans, a pair of awesome sandals, and let's not forget his favorite scarf.
He was seating on a bench, eyes secretly concentrated on his Spanish friend who was contently walking around, accidentally bumping to almost everybody around and apologizing for being such a klutz.
He saw him meet up with Lateo outside a restaurant. Both men took a seat, placing their orders before chatting simply. He spotted a vacant table under an umbrella a few feet away, just enough for him to remain unnoticed.
Ivan saw his chance. He stood up and went down a dark alley—nowhere near the restaurant. His arms started to turn black by the thick shadowy vines that crawled up. His eye bags sank deeper and his cheekbones popped out. His eyes turned pure black, except for the pupil which turned into a glowing violet vortex. As he walked further, dark whispers filled the air and black dust and energy fluidly slid across his huge forearms. His lips melded with his shark-like teeth and his spine started to grow out ridges. He started to run faster and faster, passing through the concrete wall and leaving a dark cloud upon impact.
When he opened his eyes, he was back to normal and in the seat he was aiming for. The only things that weren't back to normal were his glowing violet eyes, sickeningly beautiful under the quaint shadow.
He concentrated, using the shadow under their table to hear their conversation.
"I'm very glad to hear that, Lateo."
"Thanks. Shaun and I just thought it would be the right time to move in together. I'm a little nervous actually."
"Don't be. My only advice is that you always have him next to you for the first few weeks. Set the ground rules and whatnot. That's what me and Gilly did."
*RING*RING*RING*
God the vibrating phone made Russia's ears hurt. He shook his head, moving his focus to the small crevice of darkness between his friend's palm and the back of the phone.
"¡Hola"
"Privyet! Russia-908!" Ivan jumped out of his seat, scrambling under the table before peeping.
It was his counterpart, the smaller yet definitely creepier Russia-01. He was wearing his favorite trench coat and his favorite scarf even though, with the tropical weather, it would be more preferable to wear thinner and more summery clothes.
"Why now of all days?" He asked the heavens above. He towered his temerarious twin who just kept on smiling which was starting to get very very creepy.
"Before you can escape...here." Russia-01 held out an official-looking paper in front of Ivan who scanned through it in less than ten seconds.
"I cannot get pass the grammatical errors." Ivan threw the paper away. "You should've used Russian instead."
"...Phase one's done..."
Ivan grew curious. He couldn't recognize whoever was on the other line.
"I do not think you understand, you lumbering oaf." Russia-01, smiling, had an iron grip on the huge man's shoulder.
"...it'll still take a few days to finish though."
Ivan crushed the other's hand easily. "Don't..." He said before throwing Russia-01 in a temporary pit of darkness he made behind them.
"NYET!" Russia-01's scream slowly fell silent as he was sucked into a vortex that popped out of nowhere. And just as quickly it was gone like a bubble.
Once the other Russia was gone, Ivan plastered his ears against his table, linking himself to the shadows again.
"...alright, I'll be there in twenty minutes..."
"Where're you going?"
"Oh...I-I'm meeting with a friend."
Spain looked nervous, slightly shaky as he stood up and politely left his former colony. Ecuador smiled back, head following the older nation until he was gone. His brown eyes landed on Russia. Both their faces were stern and serious, nodding in wordless agreement.
"Mr. Prussia, I really don't understand why you need me here for?" Cameroon asked, waiting as the older man dressed in one of the stalls.
"I need someone who can honestly tell me if I look good..." Prussia's loud voice was only meagerly muffled by the thick dark grape curtains.
"Wouldn't it be more easier with someone who was close to you?" Roshaun reasoned, hoping to not make things weirder than they already are.
"I don't want to get more people involved than there already are."
The curtains were pushed to the side and Prussia strutted in with a black lace thong that he paired with some lacy stockings.
"What do you think?" The buff German winked playfully, clenching his ass as he strutted.
"W-what are you wearing?!" Cameroon covered his eyes with Juan's thick wool.
"I'm guessing that Toni's cheating on me because I'm unintentionally stopping him from being a man most of the time in bed." He placed a hand behind his head and another on his hip.
"I make him wear more girly stuff than this though. I make him shave. I make him wear make-up from time to time and he always knows that Fridays are when he needs to wear panties." He enumerated rather proudly.
"Don't you think, now I'm not saying that he is cheating on you but if he was, wouldn't he be cheating on you because you're a little bit of a control freak?" The other asked, eyes covered with his broad hand.
"I am not controlling." Gilbert announced sternly, people around the huge room glanced at them for a second before minding their own business.
"Toni likes being the girl."
"I'm not saying that he doesn't but being the one 'under' doesn't mean he has to be made a girly girl—some even prefer women not to shave and wear those stuff, you know." The other man gained the courage to drop his hand off his face.
"Mr. Antonio isn't a very feminine man, though I guess that that wouldn't compromise his willingness to participate in your fantasies. He's laid-back which makes it easy to see why he lets you do these things."
"I'm not a control-freak." Gilbert blushed, going back to his stall and pulling on the curtains angrily.
...
"You make him shave off all his body hair." Cameroon hollered which made Prussia shriek-groan-mutter in embarrassment.
...
Prussia took the moratorium to rethink the three years they've been together. He wasn't hindering Toni's masculinity. Thinking like that was rude and rather sexist in a way—lacy things and makeup were for everybody, not just for women just as pants aren't only for men. Who gives a crap about gender roles? Tumblr sure doesn't. He wasn't forcing his lover to be anyone but himself.
"Do I really have to shave again? It's not anything major." Spain raised his arm, playing the itchy scruff that had just started to grow again.
"It's not really pleasant to kiss you there with those cactus needles." Prussia purred, tightening his lover's corset. "It won't be easy to fuck you with those prickly stuff around your back door as well." His rough digits went down to Toni's firm rump.
"And wouldn't it be irritating to close your arms and prick yourself over and over again with those needles?" He asked, massaging the wonderful muscles that will clamp down of him later.
"Well maybe, you have a point there..." Spain smiled, kissing Gil on the cheek before taking his razor and shaved his armpits once again.
Prussia groaned.
It did look that way.
A person shouldn't shave all the time. Even women had the right not to, men haven't fully understood the eroticism of body hair. Everybody had to stop shaving.
Back to the point.
It was like he wasn't giving him the free will to be his own person. More importantly, he was being controlling and shallow. He wasn't concentrating on the real connection anymore, instead he relied on all the props—corsets, heels, make-up, ropes, stockings, and the sensation of touching shaved-smooth skin—to get off. Feminizing his partner was a way for him to stay in control. And Toni was just going with it, smiling and acting as if he just had the best sex over and over again.
"I'm such an asshole..." He sank down to the floor, face buried behind his knees.
He did find Toni attractive. Who wouldn't? He found him arousing no matter what kind of sexy he wanted to be. But he liked him most when he was just his rugged, free, and loud self. He liked the way he got cocky when he was under him before his delicious smirk being wrecked into needy sobs. He loved that he was always just a tad bit less innocent behind close doors. But those were enough to get him insecure about his place in the relationship.
He wasn't a country anymore. He's learned to live with it but it still stings. He didn't want to feel any less than how he used to but he couldn't. Seeing Toni vulnerable—following his will—felt like he had the control and power he had before—
So that's what's making him ignorant and insensitive.
I have got to fix this.
Gil stripped down the sexy lingerie, got his thongs, got his pants and threw on his shirt before exiting the stall once more.
"We have to buy some shaving cream!" He said cockily, dragging the compliant—not like he had a choice—Shaun with him.
"F-for what?"
"I'll tell you about it or maybe not..." Prussia looked back at him with a sly grin. "Some things are better left in the bed room."
Ivan was hiding behind a bush, a hundred feet or so away from the beach. His eyes were glued on Toni, feet playing with the crystal clear waters, as he waited for someone.
A portal erupted from the ground, spewing its violet lightning and strong winds and black energy up the air before puking out Russia-01.
Ivan groaned, he should've made him stay in there longer. He looked irritatingly at the other as he fell beside him in a loud crash.
"What's wrong with my English?" Russia-01 said in a coarse voice. His face was stiff like it was blasted frozen—eyes wide open, gums exposed, teeth stuck together, and hair blown away in one direction.
"You typed 'I kill, da?' " Ivan pointed out. "You're totally missing some very crucial words in almost every sentence." He shrugged, eyes on Spain.
"Plus, I don't get why your accent is so thick."
"You are just as rude as America." Russia sat up, smiling. "I am very proud of my accent. I dislike English anyway."
"I'm as rude as Al?" Ivan looked mockingly stunned. "Why thank you!" He smiled.
"I can't believe you'd compare me to the nicest guy in the world!"
"I meant my America!" Russia corrected, looking red.
"What do you mean your America?" Ivan teased, hands covering his loud chortles. "Do you like him!?"
"Wh-wha! N-NYET! You're putting words into my mouth!" Russia blushed wildly, fidgeting and moving around uncomfortably.
Ivan continued to tease him silently, partly because of some sort of attraction he has with their America and partly because of his comical facade.
"S-STOP IT WILL YOU?!" Russia ordered, shaking the much larger man. He couldn't be taken seriously with his dumb face.
"I like it when you're you. Why don't you start acting more sincere?" Ivan asked.
...
"I guess you mind me asking." He chuckled softly, going back to Toni.
"If you know Russian, the most beautiful language in the world..."
The two high-fived.
"And you can still talk the shit out of English then it's twice the pride. You're saying that you're not gonna let anybody make fun of you. They can't make fun of you in their own language and they can't make fun of you because you don't mess up." Ivan calmed down considerably, letting his eyes meet his counterpart in a less hostile manner.
Russia nodded simply.
They suddenly heard a loud buzzing sound getting closer.
"Hmmm?"
A motorboat stopped just in front Spain. The spray of water wetted Spain's shirt and pants, making the fabric cling to his rock-hard men on board were wearing all white complete and shades. The country of passion got his shoes from the sandy shore, rolled his pants up his calves and took the small ladder up the boat.
"Kудатыидешь, Испания?" Ivan muttered, peeking between the shrub.
(A/N: kuda ty idesh', Ispaniya?)
(A/N: where are you going, Spain?)
Russia-01 forced his eyes to blink and pulled his gums back to the front, covering his exposed teeth. With all his strength, he opened his mouth wide to finally separate his teeth with a very loud snap. He hissed, crouching beside Ivan.
"How're we gonna catch up to them now?" He said before clearing his throat to get some blood flowing.
"We?" Ivan asked sarcastically, a brow raised.
"I think I've earned enough of your trust for me to join in the mischief?" Russia smiled, dusting his trench coat off as he stood.
"I'm here to spend the whole day with you anyway. I was hoping you'd just sign the paper so I can go and explore elsewhere but you didn't so..."
"Damn I should've signed that paper!" Ivan cursed. Russia smiled though a glint of hurt within his eyes.
"If I wasn't so happy that you're here!" He added pathetically, laughing nervously as he gave the smaller Russia a firm shoulder massage.
"Smooth moves there." Russia snickered. "So, any plans?"
"Of course I do..." Ivan's voice turned gravelly and his lips meld together with his needle-teeth. His cheeks hallowed and turned bruised-black. A portal was cast under them and he could feel the slight fear his undoubtedly younger friend.
"Down the rabbit hole we go!" He cheered as he jumped down the hole with an iron grip on Russia's wrist.
A flash of violet lightning and the hole was gone.
*less than a minute later*
There was a nice motorboat swaying far from the shore behind a huge outcrop. The hole sprouted form its wooden floor and came out were Russia-01 in the huge arms of Ivan.
It took a while to get the smaller man to settle down. He was in a state of shock which Ivan kindly remedied with a warm hug, comforting pats, and a nice lullaby. He felt very cozy.
Once Russia calmed, Ivan got the keys to his motorboat and decided to cruise along quietly.
A few minutes and he spotted the other's boat. Luckily, there were crags along their path for them to hide behind as they followed.
They went for an hour or so until Ivan stopped behind a very large crag when the other stopped.
He couldn't take the boat further unless he wanted their cover blown.
Ivan clicked his tongue, kicking off his sandals and stripping down to his underwear. He cracked his neck and stretched his limbs, shaking and bouncing on his toes to warm up.
His neck had the same strangle marks he had.
He clapped once, breathing out loudly. "You'll keep watch, da?"
Russia nodded silently, eyes glued on the other's body—transfixed on each time the sinews bulged when he moved and how even under the fur and with many scars he could see how defined he was and how each tattoo represented his personality perfectly.
Philippians 4:6 ran down from his right chest to his right stomach.
His arms were both filled up to the shoulders with colorful patterns that were a mix of everything that made Russian culture stand out. There were vibrant golds and opalescent-shaded flowers, bars, and swirls that captured some of Faberge's famous works. And there were bold patterns from St. Basil's and the Kremlin palace.
His back was another story. It was inked with a very gloomy, punk-esque wing that slowly faded into an empty ribcage with gears and bolts. It was like a work of air. The artist deserved to be lauded.
Bold. Colorful. Meaningful.
Passionate. Spirited. Kind.
"Great."
Russia was pulled back into reality when a clean, musky, warm sea-blue underwear was tossed to his face.
Ivan had taken off his underwear and went straight to the water in a graceful swan dive. Russia was left stunned, blushing madly as the huge man started to swim stark in the cool water.
Ivan savored the calming blue waters, feeling it drain the heat that built up inside him. He dove deeper, hearing the amplified sounds of the waves crashing on the crags and the subtle currents that were relaxing.
He resurfaced, looking beautiful like a Roman god. He made sure to only have his eyes and nose above water when his form sank back. He swam from crag to crag until he was merely fifty feet away.
He gasped upon seeing the shore. He now knew what was going on, grinning as he splashed back to the water.
It didn't take Ivan another five minutes to swim back the boat.
"T-that was fast." Russia said shyly, bringing him a towel but sadly Ivan didn't want wait, hoisting himself up the starboard and bouncing to the laminated floorboards.
Russia scrambled to find his balance as the small boat rocked wildly. He fell near the stern.
"It's..it's something big..." Ivan said between loud pants. His stark body was now in full view. His inked skin, all his hair, and even his CENSORED...love toy.
"And I do think we need not report back to the damned Prussian..." He chuckled.
"Cпасибо." He finally noticed the towel that was on the floor around his staring friend's feet. He grabbed it and went first to dry his head.
(A/N: "Spasibo.")
(A/N: "Thanks.")
"Большой..." Russia muttered. Upon realizing, he covered his mouth—ashamed.
(A/N: "Bol'shoy...")
(A/N: "Big...")
"Um...aren't we the same size?" Ivan asked, gaining a shameful head-shake from the younger.
"Aren't you supposed to be...um around the Russian average?" Russia asked, coughing at every word. The whole condom thing wasn't necessarily true, more of a joke to piss America off.
Ivan stared. 'Russian average? Last time I checked, the Russian average was between 5 and 6... What the hell does that mean?'
Oh.
'Haha. No way in hell that those rules apply to me...' He thought smugly.
"I don't think so..." Ivan finally decided to wrap the blue towel around his waist—much to Russia's relief.
"I don't know one country who isn't at least a seven. Well, there's China but I think he's better off than his fellow Chinese men. And Japan. And South Kor-Kor." He informed before a grin started to show on his face.
"I'm one of the biggest actually! Not the biggest but one of the, just to be clear." He proudly patted his chest.
"And then there's Den-pai! OOoh... He is—and A—"
"Can we stop this right now?!" Russia stood tensely. He took calming breaths in and out. And again. Then again. Then again. Then—
"So, what's our next mission?" He smiled as if he had forgotten everything.
...
"I'm gonna treat you to a bar and give you a tour around here." Ivan turned to his back as he slid his underwear and pants underneath the towel.
Russia remained behind him in surprise, unable to think of how he should be acting right now. Someone was actually inviting him to do normal stuff. It was with another him but who cares?
"I know some very good spots here and my Filipino's decent so we won't get lost." Ivan threw his shirt back on before wrapping his towel around his head.
"I'd really like that." Russia smiled, hand on the other's shoulder.
"Thank you."
Ivan flashed a broad smile with a proud thumbs up. He turned the boat on, purring sweetly like a cat.
"You're very welcome!"
11:30
Spain was heading to their apartment's door. Tired as he was, there were still a lot of things going in his mind. He still had to plan the last details and how he was going to present it. Then he had to deal with Prussia's sulking or his anger. The German hasn't called him or texted him so that meant they were gonna fight about something for an hour or so and he still had to finish it without raising his lover's suspicions.
'I'm not gonna sleep at all tonight.' He groaned and mock-cried his frustrations like a child having a pitiful sobbing tantrum.
He got the key under the welcome mat and shook the knob impulsively before opening it for real.
The room was unexpectedly dark. Maybe Gil went out to take his frustrations out on beer. Maybe he was out with his friends. Maybe he was out with someone who was too friendly.
Toni growled, hair balled in his fist. Gilbert wasn't that kind of person.
"¡Hola!" A seductive voice greeted, making Toni's spine tingle and his heart melt away its worries. He turned around slowly, hoping that his lover wasn't angry.
"Q-que?" He stuttered and flinched.
Prussia was leaning against the opening of the hallway leading to their room. His smug smile was in place.
Gilbert was wearing extremely heavy make-up and a large white wig that towered a foot up in luxurious curls. Then he was wearing a corset that looked tighter than his own and then a pair lacy pantyhose and lace-up boots.
It made him a little hard but not as hard as if he was wearing tight matador pants with his furry built torso exposed and a rose stem between his teeth.
He could actually see that the German had shaved his body hair—pits, forearms and strong chest smooth. He couldn't help but pity him with the way the top was forcing his hard pecs to squish together, how his wonderful waist was forced to become smaller, how his proud posture was stiffened to beyond what was normal.
Gilbert stepped on foot in front of the other as he balanced himself in heels before gracelessly posing in front of him.
"Cogeme duro..." He whispered, one manicured hand rubbing the other's crotch hard.
(A/N: "Fuck me hard...")
Antonio gasped before turning to a loud hiss. His fingers curled and his teeth showed in a snarl. It's been so long since he was the one on top and if that was the case—
I call the shots...
He hoisted Gilbert over his shoulder, making the shorter-by-an-inch man squabble and trash in panic.
"T-Toni!" Prussia started to kick his legs about. "P-put me down." He tried to wiggle out of the arm even if he had to fall flat on his face. But the corset made it impossible to move and Toni's death grip was not an exaggeration.
He was carried all the way to the bathroom, an incredible feat considering that his been kicking Toni's stomach repeatedly.
He was seated on the rim of the bath tub. Gilbert tensed, almost going through with his plan to run if it wasn't for Toni's hands around his wrists.
Toni looked at him blankly. Eyes were deep green and vacant, light passing through hauntingly as if he had no soul.
Gilbert felt his throat tighten as his heart began to pound so hard that it could tear his chest open especially with the corset that squeezed his lungs closer to the erratic organ.
A rough hand tilted Prussia's head to the side. And the other side. Then up. Then down. Then around.
"I'm not a plaything Toni!" He snarled, pushing the hand away from him. His expression of anger turned to that of dumbfoundness as his lover stood up and filled a basin with warm water, got some cotton balls, and a large plastic bottle of makeup remover.
Spain returned, crouching in front of him with a cute grimace with cheeks slightly filled with air. He took a huge clump of cotton and placed it on the mouth of the big bottle. He turned it upside down to let the soft ball absorb the cold substance until it was dripping with it.
"I'm gonna fuck a man...not a drag queen..." He muttered, smearing Prussia's make up down his pale cheeks.
The younger German kept quiet, a little bashful from what was said. This was shameful with the way Toni's eyes looked at him with tender love. This was pretty embarrassing with Toni not wanting to fuck him so glamoured up. This was pretty much humiliating with Toni wanting him for him, bare in all sense of the word.
"Now that the gunk's off..." The older Spaniard made a last round across his face with a clean cotton ball. His warm hands made the other shudder as they went down to the corset's torturous string.
He tugged on the string off in a long pull, a zipping sound breaking the silence before he felt the constricting body prison allowing his broad shoulders to sink and his chest to expand to its normal width. He rested his woozy head on the Spaniard's strong chest.
Spain slid his hands under Prussia's arms. He pushed hims away softly, letting the other slip off the blue garment down his marvelous torso.
"I prefer you hairy...but..."
Gilbert gasped, tingling all over from the peppery kisses and the firm nibbles along his neck.
"I love you anyway..." Toni trailed to his throat, voice low and warm. The other replied with a loud groan, head thrown back.
The Spaniard's lips seared Prussia's flushed chest, pale fingers tousling his deep chocolate mane.
"T-te amo!" Gilbert said shakily, arms crush-hugging his lover. "P-please remember that..."
"Ich liebe dich auch." Antonio looked at him straight in the eye before pulling him down for a tender kiss. It was hard enough to make Gil moan out but loving enough to leave his skin unmarked.
Prussia's hands slid to the other's tanner chest. His pads felt each stub of hair. He hasn't kneaded these strong muscles in a while. He hasn't felt any hair on him for even longer. Most importantly, he hasn't been this intimate with him in a long time.
He knocked the older man down, straddling him on the cold floor. He popped all the shirt's buttons with one go, ravaging him even though the small brown spikes were causing so much pain.
"You are never gonna shave again!"
Toni gasped loudly, feeling the other nibble the skin wrapped tightly over his taut abs. Then he went even lower, kissing passionately.
"I wanna go hard babe..." Prussia whispered lowly, hand shaking the belt buckle. "Don't go fucking me like a woman."
Spain pushed himself up, the younger's legs wrapped around his waist.
"Even women take it harder than you...novice..." He teased nibbling on Gil's ear.
"Come on..." Prussia clicked his tongue in annoyance, though he was a little too horny to make much of a comeback.
"Sure babe..." Toni giggled, taking him in for another kiss, longer with all the love he could muster.
This is gonna be a very long night...
Russia felt strong heavy sandbags around him and a boulder against his back.
Wait, where the hell was he?
He cracked one eye open, groaning when the light made his eyes pulsate and his brain hammer against his skull. His built frame felt so small and confined but warm and cozy.
He let his fingers trail down the object behind him in firm pushes from his tensed fingers.
Hairy. Defined ridges. Fleshy scars. All under a very tight shirt.
Crap. This was human. Crap. It's Ivan.
He felt a large nose nuzzle against his neck and the thick arms crush him gently as Ivan snored softly, rock-hard chest pressing against his back. A huge leg hooked over him, pulling him closer.
He tried to wiggle out in vain, growing red in his efforts. He wiggled himself to face his bedmate instead.
The morning light dispersed beautifully across the room. They hit just around the right angles to make Ivan glow.
Even if he had his mouth partly opened, drool seeping out, he embodied the peace and happiness Russia's always wanted. He's wrapped his mind for hours last night in how they were the same entity and yet subtle changes in their universes made all the differences.
Ivan was older, he could tell. His features were more developed, more pronounced—perfection. He was so in body and mind. He was more seasoned, weathered, damaged, and yet he had the resilience and optimism to keep his sanity, to gain friends, and to smile genuinely.
This is weird beyond all belief...
'But...will you be mine?' His smaller hand swiped across his counterpart's cheeks.
Ivan started to stir, eyelids squeezing shut and brows knitted. He snapped to lie on his back, releasing Russia. He rubbed his eyes before yawning loudly, cracking his neck and elbows.
"Доброеутро!" Ivan greeted with a smile, seating up and scratching the back of his head.
(A/N: "Dobroye utro!")
(A/N: "Good morning!")
"Do you want breakfast? I'm like so hungry right now..." He chuckled patting his gut through his wife-beater.
"Did we do something last night?" Russia asked bravely, feeling at ease with him. It was like talking to a mirror that made him look bigger and older.
Ivan shook his head with a smile. "I just let you borrow my clothes..." He pointed out the clothes that were probably two-three sizes too large.
"I would never take advantage of a person, especially someone as handsome as me." Ivan rubbed his chin, smug smile on his face.
"And you were right about your size..." Ivan snickered, throat rasping as he tried to hold his laughter back.
"N-no fair!" Russia blushed, giving his new friend a slight push.
"You saw mine...so I was obliged to see yours." The taller Russian grinned, a hand on the shorter's thigh.
Ivan stopped laughing, sensing the unease of the other. He stayed quiet, wanting the other to take his time to think what he wanted to say.
"Can I stay here for a few days?" Russia asked, looking as if he was pleading with a descent amount of pride.
"Of course you can." Ivan smiled back before getting out of bed. "Come on, I'm gonna cook us two a smorgasbord."
"We can go to Altona and ask Mattie to show you his personal sunflower farm..." He said excitedly.
"Or maybe we could ask Al to show you his ranch..." He went on and on, listing every adventure they could go on whilst mentioning yet another pet name for each of his friends.
Russia followed him like a puppy, already imagining the long vacation ahead of him with a new friend and hopefully making more friends in the process.
4:17
Prussia woke up an hour earlier than Toni just to be able to stop him from leaving again. His skin was marked all over with bites and passionates sucks and his whole body was truly and genuinely sore from their passionate lovemaking.
Since he had some minutes to spare, he decided to enjoy watching his lover in sweet slumber.
He had forgotten how much of a top Toni was. He flashes back to when his strong tanned muscles glistening in sweat looked like gold no matter where he was, top, bottom, front, and behind. He was hypnotized to obey his beautiful emeralds full of lust and tender love for someone as unworthy as him.
'God has already given too much...' He felt guilty, circling his hipbone with his thumb.
"But I hope he never takes you back form me." Gilbert chuckled, letting his fingers cruise through the other's soft brown locks. He was truly thankful for each blessing he has received and he'd still be thankful even if he was stirring inside.
There was light from the sky, though dull and weak. He could see as it highlighted each strong sinew of his lover. How he missed seeing him like this, clean except form the deeds they did last night.
Prussia's hands started to go down, gently pushing his lover from his side to lie on his back. Spain only momentarily stirred, melting back to sound slumber when he recognized the younger man's voice.
Pale pads felt through the expansive chest and then up the spread arms, lax yet round, hard, and strong much like his. Following suit were his sides then down his thighs under the thin white sheet. He started to knead the perfect globes underneath, making the tanner man groan softly.
Gilbert trailed kisses up his body. He dipped his tongue deep into his navel. Then to his right side, kissing up the crucifix tattoo. He trailed further up, nuzzling against the inked sacred heart on his chest. Next he went to nibble up his throat, torturously slow. Antonio moaned louder, before they were muffled by the Prussian's perfect lips.
Spain woke up, surprised, before letting the younger's hands clasp around his wrists, pinning them over his head.
"What time is it?" He asked as if avoiding to have early morning sex, shaking his wrists out of Prussia's grasp.
"4:30-ish..." The other gestured his hand from side to side, head following the movement and bottom lipped pursed up in a pondering manner.
Toni sighed and got up, seating face to face with his lover. He could see the mischievous glint in his ruby eyes but he decided to not indulge him for the moment. There were still a lot of things to do.
He dropped them both to lie on their sides, Gil gasped in surprise—tensing and closing his eyes before realizing that he had landed on the soft bed. The second he laid his eyes on Toni, he was already seating on the edge, sliding on his underwear from the drawer.
"Where do you think you're going?" The German's voice was hot like bullets freshly shot from a gun. He watched as the other went yo the bathroom.
"The bathroom. 'Need to take a shower." The Spaniard's very expressive voice turned flat and tired.
"Why exactly?" Prussia asked, dry and uncaring. He knew the answer, so it was best to only show his minor annoyance.
"M'here exactly are you going? Can't you tell me?" He went on and on before falling silent, grumbling instead for the rest of the torturous minutes.
"I'm still very busy, Gilly..." Spain didn't seem to sound very apologetic and instead was very hasty as he got out, damp yet already fishing out for his clothes.
'Un-fucking-believable'. The younger man buried his head deep in the comforters, hoping to muffle his roar-like groan. His forearms stood up straight, palms facing the wall and fingers clawed out, quivering in anger as he yelled 'why?' in his head.
What made him even angrier was when he tipped his head up. Spain wasn't wearing anything formal. Since he used way too many briefs that what he originally planned, he was forced to wear his extra thongs. He tossed a crisp bright green dress shirt to the side and instead got his white sleeveless-T and tan shorts that barely passed the knees.
"Where do you think your going dressing like that?" The German spat out, looking incredibly distrustful at his lover.
"I'm pretty sure they won't mind what I'm wearing." The Spaniard replied coolly, zipping his pants up before buttoning it.
"I'll be back earlier this time..." He smiled. "Probably before eleven..."
Prussia didn't answer, only wrapping his bare body around with the comforter. He tucked his legs in and the flash of angry red turned to a forlorn shade of the vibrant color.
"Look..." Toni sat beside him, combing his moonstone hair. "I'll be back really early this time. I promise." He crossed his heart.
"Are they..." Gilbert's mouth quivered. "Are they better than m-me?" His voice was barely above a whisper.
Toni croaked, feeling his heart go straight down to his gut, letting it fizzle in his gastric juices. It was like his tongue went numb and jaws went stiff. All he could see was how the beautiful rubies started to shine with the presence of water just under them.
"I'm so-sorry, okay?" Gilbert pushed himself up to sit. His left arm supported him while he buried his face on his right.
"It's my fault—I screwed up. I-I didn't—all I—I can't stop feeling like I'm just nothing! Alright?" He looked back at. Toni before hiding his face behind his knees.
"That's why I like it when you cross-dress. It makes me—f-feel like I'm still in...control of something."
Spain was still processing everything, sometimes he really was slow with these things. All he knew was this was about, yet again, of him not being a country with responsibilities anymore.
Oh. Oh.
His green eyes light up. He immediately pulled his crying German to his chest, rubbing his nape with his thumb as he rocked gently.
"I'm not cheating on you..." He whispered tenderly. "But I was starting to doubt that you still find me attractive." He added, deadpan.
Gilbert looked up, shocked with his nose red and dripping. "W-why would you ever think that!?" He started to sob louder, wrapping his arms around Spain's neck.
"Well, there's the make up and the clothes. It's like you don't really want me naked or—you know—just being me..." Toni shrugged his shoulder, giving a little well-meaning yet sad smile.
"Entschuldigung." Prussia apologized, kissing down the other's neck like he meant every syllable.
Spain giggled, pushing his lover's head closer to his neck. "Everything's fine..." He pushed his lover back down to their bed, straddling him.
"At least we got rid of the rut quickly..." He whispered darkly.
He couldn't help but laugh as he saw Prussia's dumbfounded face. He felt endearment and then he felt lust—so much of it.
He moaned even if he wasn't being stimulated, the thought was enough. Seeing Gil writhe beneath him last night and above him and beside him and in front of him and behind him made him realize how much he needed the German inside him.
All those centuries of topping and all it took was a very seasoned and overpowering yet extremely nice and courteous American to convert him. Then tons of nights with him afterwards to cement that in his primal urges.
Ha ha. Sure Gil wasn't the one who made him such a hungry bottom but no one else could ever please him anymore the way his lover did, even if Al was his solid number one before and knew that it would be impossible for anyone to beat that.
It had something to do with the slight difference of a country's brain chemistry and nerve sensitivity from that of humans he read a few years back. Francis and him were doing some cleaning in their ancestor's—Rome—basement which was right under Lovi's house. The Latin was rather easy to understand and after further reading, they came to the conclusion that Rome had been writing a book explaining the key differences in country physiology and even some anatomical notes that weren't finished since the economy back then started to go downhill and there were wars plaguing him.
But all that's for a later time.
"Fick mich..." Spain gently nipped the soft juncture between the neck and shoulder under him.
"D-don't you have something important to do?" Prussia asked, face red and bashful.
"Right now, it's us that's important and it's us that'll always be my top priority..." Toni pressed his chest on top of the other's. They stayed there for a while, content in each other's embrace before a small very cute and unsure, attention-seeking sound came from the back of the paler man's throat.
"I just wanted you to know that I always loved sex with you best like this..." The one under proclaimed bravely.
"You being you. Nothing to cover that handsome face of yours and hair where it's supposed to be and the way your hit abs turn to a cute stomach roll when I..."
"I know baby..." The one clothed wiggled his nose agains the others. "But why don't you say everything you want...while you fuck me?"
Both grinned before rolling across the bed to switch places. Spain's arms were sprawled across the bed and legs already wrapping tightly around the other's waist.
6:00
The whole wall rocked and knocked loudly. Glutteral roars, loud groans, and even high-pitched screams were not even the least bit muffle.
"DIOS MIO! GILBERT! Co-cogeme!"
"D-duro! Más! más! más! Más! DUROOOOOO!"
"Ich liebe deine Augen."
"AAAAh! G-Gilberto!"
"Ich liebe deine Haare."
"Ich liebe deine Stimme."
"Rápido!"
"Ich liebe dich Muskeln."
"más! justo ahí!"
"Ficken!"
"Ihr Hintern ist sehr eng, ich liebe es."
dio en el clavo! muy caliente!
"Ich liebe dich, Schlampe Sie."
"caliente! músculos!"
"Ficken! lauter! Schrei lauter!"
"Ich liebe dich, Toni!"
"Te amo!"
The sound of the bed creaking stopped so did the falling of breakable material and wood. The only this left was the sounds of two man panting in their afterglow and the suction of loving kisses.
A/N: the translations XD:
The translation to Gil's lines:
I love your eyes.
I love your hair.
I love your voice.
I love you muscles.
fuck! your butt is very tight, I love it.
I love you, you slut.
Fuck! louder! Scream louder!
I love you, Toni!
Translations for Toni's:
My God! Gilbert! fuck!
Hard! More! More! More! More! Hard!
Fast!
More! Right there!
Hit the spot!
Hot! Muscles!
I love you!
I suddenly feel extremely guilty of how R-rated this fic is turning out to be...
"I'm not sure about his Toni!" Prussia had a blindfold. He sat tense and tucked on a chair in the moving speedboat.
"I just wanted to show you something." Spain comforted him as much as he could verbally since he was the one driving the vehicle.
The vulnerable Prussian hated the dark very much even if he had poltergeist powers. He finally felt some relief when he heard the motor turn off the the crashing water turn more serene until all he heard was a the small crash of water against the shore.
He imagined that it was sandy, hopefully not craggy where he could get raped and killed.
'Shut up. This is Toni we're talking about.' He clicked his tongue, biting his thumb's nail.
"Alright then..." The Spaniard's velvety voice and his footfalls became louder.
He felt his hands undoing the tie behind his head. Reflexively, he held on to his wrists—frightened and unsure.
"This isn't some sort of gangbang thing..." Toni laughed, easing his lips across his cheeks and jaws. He felt the flighty man relax, tipping his head back oh so slightly.
He pulled on the red cloth's lose end and allowed it the gracefully plop to the plastic floor.
Gil opened one eye before the other, adjusting to the sudden reintroduction of light. He fluttered and looked around. He tilted his head back totally, clashing his reds with Toni's greens.
Toni grabbed either side of his head and gave his pale forehead a quick kiss.
"Go on then..."
He guided the head back to its normal position and smiled wider when he heard his lover gasp in awe.
There was a summer cabin built right in the face of a huge crag that was like forty feet tall with a port on the shallow basin below. The basin looked like a natural swimming pool made out of a naturally formed rock under neath the water that acted as a huge cup to trap in the cool salty water.
"Surprise!" Toni smiled, crushing his neck in a hug and giving him a very loud and long kiss.
"T-this is ours?" Gilbert was still in a state of shock, jumping out of the boat and starting to walk to the shore.
His lover followed suit, giving an affirmative "Mmm-hmm."
It looked like a mix of some of the native's huts, a Japanese imperial palace, and a modern-style home. On top was a pavilion-type compound shaped like a 3D octagon with glass walls and a wooden balcony. Just from where they were, he could see the white draperies, the winds blowing inside and a bed for two. Beneath it were two wooden poles going straight down to the basin underneath, also functioning as the port's posts. The port lead to an even larger prism-dome like structure made of wood, metal, and glass that seemed to have looked like the lounging area for guests probably.
"How are we gonna get up to the bed room?" Gil asked curiously.
Toni had his hand on his lover's back, leading him behind the rock. There was a patio behind the lounging area. There was a canopy staircase leading up to the bedroom. Its beams and the frame of the roof were made of wood and the wooden frames had a smaller stainless steel frames topped with glass panels in the middle. The gaps between the wood and metal were filled with real bushy vines that were already in bloom. The stairs led to a balcony with—
"T-the Prussian flag?" It was like Prussia was out of breath.
"Yeah!" Spain sighed triumphantly, hands on hips. "I asked Al to make it. No one else makes things with such precision. The flag isn't off even by a millimeter." He said proudly.
Prussia flinched when he mentioned America. They were still very awkward around each other. Well, awkward meaning he never ever talked to him, forced a smile, half-heartedly agreed with everything he says—obviously trying to avoid anything that would prolong their conversation—and kept on sweating when they were in the same room. He wasn't stupid, no one in the world could stand him if he wanted to be arrogant and annoying and with America being so tact and fearful, it kept haunting him.
The only time he ever acted unafraid was when Toni was around or his brother or anybody else. It's always been like this since the end of the American Revolution. He's wanted to say sorry for centuries now but even he knows it would never be enough. What he did would make him enemies if it got out. Even his own brother would stay away from him for a while.
"Hey..." Spain held his hand. "He'll come around soon."
His smile meant the whole world to Gilbert who has been kicking himself every since that happened. Toni understood what he was going through, dealing with someone more volatile than Alfred definitely made Gil's problem look a little smaller.
"Denmark actually made and designed it and he worked on the foundation and everything since August. I really owe it to him—you know, since he's been going back forth from his place to here for a while."
Now Prussia was even more shocked and jealous that Spain's efforts in asking forgiveness were actually paying off. He actually got to talk to him. He actually got him to do this for him, another person the Dane didn't like so much.
"He's now only irritated but he doesn't want me to touch him or call him or hang out with him yet. And he never ever wants to see me without Alfred around, but he hasn't told him anything yet." For a while, Spain was deep in thought. It would be bad to hide the truth forever but he didn't want to lose a very good friend but it is getting harder.
"It's funny how he really tries to act tough as if nothing happened when Al's around." Toni answered the question playing inside his lover's head.
"He says he's getting there, 'just needs a little more time." He hummed, sadly looking up the huge crag—thinking if he could've done anything to stop it from ever happening. Even if there really was no way for him to, he always likes thinking of a world where he stopped it from ever taking over.
Gilbert emphasized and sympathized. He gave his hand a firm squeeze.
No one would believe that they never did it on purpose, that every time it was like they were having a bad dream, that their souls were made to watch as their bodies were being controlled by a demonic entity that had grab a hold of them, that deep inside they could feel the pain they caused and they had no means of call for help much like them.
"So..." The Prussian took a long breath in and a curt one out. He shook and pulled on the other's hand, giving him a goofy smile.
"Why isn't it finished yet?"
Spain shook his head, running his fingers through his hair as a small smile crept. "Water's still not working and the solar panels and batteries aren't connected yet."
Prussia tugged him closer, rubbing up and down his upper arm incessantly. "Well...we better get starting then..."
"I'm hopeless with wires so I get the pipes and you go fix the panels..." He ran ahead, leaving Toni to sigh as he has yet again been pulled into another hijinks-filled adventure. He followed suit, calmly pacing himself.
"Come on, LIEBE!" Prussia hollered, already up the stairs.
"I'm coming...I'm coming." Spain answered back, walking slower this time around. He knew that at the end of the day he'd be the one doing all the work anyway while the other moped around about how un-awesome Toni was being for hindering his 'awesome' handyman skills.
The countries were lounging around the morning buffet area by the shore. The view was spectacular with the clear skies and the crystal waters.
"Okay...okay..." Lateo shook his head and waved his hands about in front of him.
"There's an alternate universe?" He asked, sounding shocked and very wary. But then again, there was a very small Russia seating beside the very nicer big one he knew.
Russia answered with a simple nod while Ivan raised his brows twice affirmatively as he read the morning news.
"Do I look the same there?"
Nod.
"Am I gay there?"
Unsure shoulder shrug.
"Am I with Roshaun?"
Unsure shoulder shrug.
"Do I have an alpaca?"
Nod.
"Are the countries in the Americas cousins there?"
...
"I really don't know that one..." Even Russia got to thinking. Ivan seemed to be interested enough to drop his newspaper and bury himself deep in thought. Cameroon, the quiet one, darted his eyes from man to man to man to alpaca to food to TV. Then the African nation jumped to the sofa in the resort's restaurant instead and watched TV.
"Well, are you?" Ivan took off his glasses.
"Am I what?" The Ecuadorian looked at both of them innocently.
"Oh—oh, sì! We're all related. Isn't Europe?" He tipped his head to the side.
"Not much." Ivan answered. There were only a few who were true siblings and if they didn't come the same parents, their blood relations slowly fade over time—Toni and Francis were half-brothers originally but now it's like they're cousins.
"How? You're like 47 or something?" Russia asked, crossing his arms.
"Auntie Ayana was the Native North. Uncle Necalli was the Aztec portion. And my mother, Zyanya, and Uncle Yaluk were the Mayans, the Incas...you know, the South." Ecuador explained, baffling the three nations while his alpaca munch on his food.
"Aunt Ayana's twins are the oldest even...like way old..." Lateo flashed a friendly smile before ending the conversation definitely by eating his breakfast.
Russia followed suit, still hungry even after Ivan's smorgasbord, while Ivan took a sip of his tea, mind flooded with a growing daddy kink for Canada or at least a big brother kink like the Nordics with oblivious Denmark back then before growing out of it.
It was now certain, he was starting to fetishize Mattie's age. He wasn't thinking about the. Canadian in his strapping 60s but just imagining the small difference in their age, like one or two, was something that was really getting his engines started.
"I-I gotta go..." Ivan stood up, leaving Russia and Ecuador in peace.
"What's his problem?" The two asked themselves, watching the lumbering man get smaller and smaller as he walked along the shore in a haste.
Repeat announcement:
I'll be making a Randomness 'REQUEST' fic-llection. A request is different than a suggestion, okay?
It's like a prompt in Hetalia Kink meme. Be a little specific in what you wanna see. I need at least ten, since I won't be updating it the most regular.
SUGGEST. Really, it kinda helps finish a fic if someone's wants to see something in a fic, maybe I won't write it immediately...but it might make my brain click to make a story that features just one tiny suggestion.
So the point is, I'm at my most creative when there's inspiration (who isn't) and when I start on working on a fic with passion, chances are I also get inspiration for Unrequited.
No really, when I write fics it's usually in twos. I draw inspiration from both. XD
CHEERS.
Don't be afraid! I don't bite...just sarcastic looks and finger snaps.