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I'm sorry, I read up on Omegaverse and it just screamed SMUT to me. In a good way.
For Billy Mays (Reviewer SN). Alpha and Omega AU. With Alpha Norway and Omega America. Where Norway and Denmark fight over America.
Sorry Denmark...
As requested.
Rated M.
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Alpha, Beta, or Omega. Anyone could be chosen.
It was what guaranteed that the hierarchal society's greatest accomplishment worked.
Everyone believed in it and valued it for the simple fact that it saved lives.
Wars had been problematic, prior to its institution back in the 1800's. Wars were especially vicious between Alpha leaders, spreading untold devastation and loss of life. To stop this, and the potential for eradicating the species, governments participated in sending a single person to represent the country every ten years.
It was agreed that treaties would only last this long, allowing for all anger, resentment, slights, and discord to be forgotten at the next meeting.
Every country participated faithfully, and it was considered the highest of honors to be chosen. Alpha, Beta, or Omega would travel to a 'neutral zone' and attempt to coax another 'nation' into a treaty by way of mating.
That person, and whomever they mated with would then be the physical embodiment of the respective nations pledge to assist one another in all things. In ten years, more would be chosen but the mates remained together for as long as they both wished it. Even war being declared on a previous allied nation could not force a mated pair to part. It was considered the most unimaginable sort of shame to even think of it.
The solution had allowed for wars to remain very low, it had a finite amount of time for one nation to be bound to another, and was the easiest way for everyone to get along.
This decade's 'meeting', The United States of America had selected, by random lottery, a young woman. The name she was born with was erased for the purpose of her representing her nation. She was only known now as 'America'. A perky young woman with blonde hair, a cowlick that constantly pointed up no matter what she did with it, and glasses.
America, for the first time in several generations, was an Omega. It had come as quite a shock to the higher ups, but was seen as a fortuitous event. If she had not been chosen, or a few meetings afterward, her nation might have been accused of only sending Alphas and Betas.
Omegas had a place, though lower than others, however they were the glue that held society together. Alphas had been known to tear each other apart for an Omega, more so than any Beta. However, it was only Omegas that could stand between Alphas and Betas when tensions were high. They were, mostly, considered non-threatening and had cheerful dispositions.
So that left America on the verge of being half-terrified when she was given a 'Hero's' farewell and her nation wished her the best of luck. The female felt as if she had to find a satisfactory mate, not only for herself, but in the best interests of her people.
It was a lot of pressure, but sacrifice was called for if it meant saving countless others. Even if part of her wanted to bemoan her fate, the mature side of her understood that it was her duty as America and as an Omega to do whatever was needed to see this 'meeting' through.
Heaven help her.
She was escorted, by several very angry looking Alpha guards to the meeting grounds. They were not upset with her, they simply looked every inch of their Alpha nature. They were tall and muscular, their eyes would stare through her, but America kept her head high. Even if her eyes were lowered out of polite respect. They tried to wordlessly reassure her, their rough features juxtaposed with their awkward smiles.
It was required that only mated Alphas be allowed to escort her. It also prevented any over ambitious Alpha or Beta from trying to form a union before it was permitted.
The last time had caused a massive world war. It had been a huge mess. Therefore they clung tightly to the rules.
All of them.
It was tradition for the pairings to be witnessed by representatives of the government and in recent years, by the nations. It was larger than any multi-cultured sports event by far.
Tomorrow morning, all the papers in every country all over the world would announce the political outcomes of the unions.
She refused to cower, even if she was deeply worried that she'd be paired with someone cruel.
Or... boring.
She wasn't sure which was worse. What if she couldn't stand him? Or what if it was a her? America chewed her bottom lip. She took a steadying breath as the bodyguards led her down a hilly valley. At the bottom was a place for her to stand, with her Nation's flag proudly displayed from a flag pole.
America turned her blue eyes toward the next nearest nations. She could see Mexico to her right, and -rumor had it- Canada had produced an Alpha this year.
She'd been fretting ever since she'd been called to serve, that she would make a bad decision. Yes, her government had their hopes set on certain countries, but in the end it was America's choice. Whomever she submitted to would be who her nation entered into a political union with for a decade.
No pressure.
She tried to ease the tension in her shoulders, but it did not work. Cameras were stationed on the outer perimeters of sectioned off area. They only allowed the citizens to see the start, and end of the 'meeting'. Couples were afforded all rights to privacy, the same as any other. However, once their mating was finished and they were presentable, they would emerge from the gate they'd entered through to be interviewed by the international press for statements.
She swallowed, trying to ease her nerves. She could do this. Her bodyguards gave her a respectful nod, for she represented their nation on this day, as they left her at her zone. One by one, each nation would be called to venture from their position to find a mate. Her President had told her that there were fewer Omegas this year than there had been in previous meetings.
It would be fine, because Betas could still submit an Alpha. Omegas were ideal, politically speaking, if one nation possessed more power than another but the other nation had an Alpha. It allowed for an equal balance of power.
America adjusted her glasses, freezing momentarily when she heard a booming voice call out for a foreign country.
She tried to go over what she was supposed to do, and her mind turned a little fuzzy. America could catch the faint whiffs on the breeze of pheromones. Very strong pheromones. She gave a nervous glance around.
It would only be a matter of time before a nation noticed that she was not an Alpha. The female wasn't certain if that was good or bad. What if her 'mates' country was different? What if they hated Omegas? Some countries did. Some countries treated them worse than livestock.
Another country was called. Then another. And another.
Some of them sounded frightening in their native speech.
It was best not to think about it.
She tapped a foot nervously, before stopping herself. There was no time to freak out about it now. She was representing her nation! Her people would be watching her. In every bar, home, sports arena, and Jumbo-tron.
She heard the United Kingdom being called off in the distance.
Something that sounded like 'Estonia'.
Breathe America. Just stay calm.
She tried to keep her own hormones from rising to the pinnacle of fear. She'd give off a heavier scent then. She just wanted to scout around a bit, before she was figured out and claimed. That was all.
Just that.
Then Canada was called loudly in what sounded like someone with a French accent.
America took a steadying breath as she shivered. She had to do this. Other Omegas had done this and lived to tell the tale. She would do this.
She had to. It was actually akin to treason for her to back out now.
One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mis-
"THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!" A male voice shouted with authority and she nearly jumped out of her skin.
America gave a stiff nod toward the cameras and a weak smile. Alright. It was now or never. Now or never.
Please, someone tell her why 'never' wasn't an option? She started forward, slowly, looking around warily as she approached the woods. She licked her lips nervously and tried not to be so keenly aware that Mexico would not be terribly far behind her. Had he been an Alpha? She hadn't been able to tell. There were far too many stronger males in the area.
She wondered for a moment if some of the other countries rigged their lotteries. Or... if they even drew by lottery. Actually, her nation might be one of only a few that did that.
Fuck...
Either way, she was stuck traipsing through some unknown wilderness, trying to pick out the unfamiliar scents in the air.
She blushed when she recognized the scent of another Omega in heat. Ah... so an Alpha had already picked someone. America averted her gaze from the area where moans started to pour out from. Yes, she would just avoid that place. The last thing she wanted was to start an international incident by interrupting an Alpha in mount.
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It had been over two hours, and America was frankly, starting to get more than a little pissed. She'd started out nervous and afraid. Now however, she was just fucking insulted.
She'd encountered no less than five Alphas, and two Betas. All of which had seemed highly interested in her. Some were complimentary, speaking soothing words as they approached her in their native tongues, or flashing their country pin to identify themselves. She'd kept her distance, wary about readily accepting anyone right away. No Alpha or Beta in particular had caught her attention.
She wasn't an Omega that was terribly big on scent attraction.
The Alphas had been amused by it, and the Betas had been slightly annoyed. Well, one at least, if his scowl had been anything to go by.
Two of the Alphas had been downright gorgeous and America felt herself react a little bit to their presence and assertiveness. Plus, there was just a lot of sexual tension in the air. The whole point of this place was to find a mate.
And, that really only put them all in a singular frame of mind.
America had been prepared for all of that, in each and every encounter.
Right up until they asked which country she represented, or made a motion to see her national flag pin. Then, for whatever the reason, they had literally walked away from her. Literally... walked away as if she wasn't worth their time.
One Beta had even warned a nearby Alpha that she was 'American', and they both gave her a wide berth.
Those assholes!
She was equal parts irritated and hurt. Who the fuck did they think they were? She didn't need them. She was America, for crying out loud. Her nation was awesome and she was going to find someone. Damn it!
Except... she could very well go home as the first 'America' to fail to secure a mate at this rate.
She refused to cry. She was representing the hopes of her people. However, if things did not turn around soon, she might have to throw herself at an Alpha. Actually try and wrap herself around one, or beat one over the head with a rock and drag them off somewhere. If Omegas could do that, and they could not. Therefore she would only be left with trying to, politely and respectfully, block the path of one. Which would be degrading and humiliating. Not to mention she wasn't even sure if anyone would take her. Not anymore.
America wondered what would happen if she wasn't able to mate with anyone. Would that bring her country disgrace? Would her name go down in the history books as 'The only America who could not secure a treaty'? What would her family say?
She gave a huge forlorn sigh, and sat heavily on a nearby rock that was stuck between two trees. It was fair to say that she was a little miserable. She could tell that others were pairing up, mating nearly all over the place, and she couldn't get an Alpha or Beta to stick around for sixty seconds after they found out what her nation was.
Because then they looked at her as if she were damaged or diseased or something awful. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Americans were not that bad. Honestly. Every country had good and bad people.
She watched the world in front of her with a sad expression for a time.
America snorted at the sheer harshness of the situation. She was actually out here, ready to hand over her life to someone who also represented a nation, and no one would take her.
It was an Omega's worst nightmare.
And, she got to experience it with the certainty that she would later appear live... on international television.
Then her nose detected another new pair mating and she groaned. She wouldn't be able to leave for a little while. At least until they were finished. She was too close to the pair and any movement would be seen as an act of aggression.
Awesome. This was just epic.
The bushes from her right rustled and America turned her blue eyes toward the sound. This could get ugly quickly if the dominant partner of the new pair heard them. She couldn't tell who they were, or what they were because the air was so saturated.
A tall blonde man with a bored expression on his face looked around with dull blue eyes. America blinked at him. He was slender, and there was... a beret... in his hair.
Huh.
Well, maybe it was a touch unfair, but she was just going to guess he was an Omega too. She tried not to be a little annoyed. Two Omegas could not pair. It was unfair, but it was tradition and frankly, against biology. America waved at him with a friendly smile.
If she got the other Omega over to her area, they could wait out the mating pair together. Their scents would be unassuming. It was safest. His blue eyes caught sight of the motion, and his brows knit together. America kept her friendly grin in place. Maybe, if she was lucky, once he found out her nation he wouldn't walk off.
Even if it wasn't a mate, it was someone to talk to so she could ride out the time to her public shame without having to think about it every second.
More like every other second.
But hey, that was a lot of seconds in-between then and now. She'd take it. He approached her calmly, without his features ever changing. She blinked at him, her gaze wandering away toward the area where the mating pair were still going at it. No Alpha charged out to attack them. That was a plus.
He walked strangely, for an Omega. Something warned off in the back of her thoughts, but she pushed it aside. Cultural diversity was a tricky road to navigate. Was walking like that a thing where he was from? America paused, keeping her sweet smile in place, so as not to scare him off.
She knew her own people, not his. The last thing she wanted to do was get him caught by a furious Alpha.
The female missed the male inhaling the air subtly.
Scenting her.
The male 'nation' stopped just short of her. Well, he did not appear to be the friendly sort, but this was a unique situation. She was still gloomy herself, so she shouldn't judge.
He flashed his flag pin at her without preamble, saying nothing.
America looked at it, and gave him a crooked grin. Her eyes gleamed with hope. She knew that flag! That would spare her some discomfort in having to ask.
Like with the asshole Beta.
"Norway, huh?" She asked with a little more cheerfulness.
"Nice to meet you, I'm America." Said, 'nation' supplied in sweet manner. She gave him her best smile, and uncovered her pin. Her stars and stripes gleamed proudly.
She held her breath. He didn't turn around and leave. She waited for a few more seconds, just to be sure. He continued to stare at her.
She looked away, unable to keep his gaze. Maybe Omegas from foreign places were different than American Omegas. She honestly did not know. And she was not going into it right now. There was a groan from unknown pair in sexual congress.
America shifted uncomfortably.
"So, yeah," she said softly, "there is a pair mating over there." She jerked her head in the general direction. "We'll have to wait a little while."
She peeked up and noticed that he was staring off where she'd mentioned and America breathed a sigh of relief when he nodded. She would have chastised herself, because he likely already knew, but it didn't hurt to be friendly.
If... he could even understand her.
Right.
He probably didn't. She sighed internally. That was alright, at least there was someone for company now.
She tried not to look terribly nervous, and let her agitation at the situation grow. Norway just looked... bored. Or unfazed by it. Whichever. Well, she envied him for that. She was ready to go out of her mind. He likely didn't have to worry about Alphas taking one look at his nation and turn around to run.
She couldn't put her finger on it, but he made her uncomfortable for some reason. In her memories she could never recall being this jittery around another Omega. However, this was also a situation she'd never been in before.
So...
Maybe he was just as nervous as she was? It was possible. Hell, it was likely.
However, he also wasn't saying anything. He was just watching her. Not moving. Hm, did he know she was also an Omega? It might have been hard to tell. She'd been around several mating pairs. From the scent of him, so had he. Maybe she ought to tell him she wasn't an Alpha so he could calm down and quit looking at her as if she was supposed to do something.
Did he want her to say something?
"Um..." She stated eloquently, "I'm sure they'll finish soon. Anytime now..." America trailed off with a blush on her face.
Norway watched her intently, assessing.
She winced internally. Maybe it was just better to stay silent.
Something rustled near them. The scent of another Alpha wafted in her nose. It was closer. Really close. She took a delicate sniff of the air. America stilled, her head reflexively lowering that the obvious pheromones of an unmated, but aroused, Alpha.
She didn't notice that her 'Omega' friend was watching her reaction with a slight narrowing of his eyes.
Her attention was focused on the newcomer. Part of her was excited and hopeful. The other part of her could only bitterly think that she'd show her flag again and this unknown Alpha would walk back the way her came.
However, she was now with another Omega. Which meant she might be forced to watch Norway get it on with someone.
Not her idea of fun. Yet, she had to accept the possibility.
America reasoned with herself that she shouldn't be so fidgety. The scents were overwhelming and she nearly had to shake her head to focus. She tried to look around, but she noticed the blonde male staring at her... still. Was he sick? Was he trying to communicate something? Crap, had she insulted him somehow. Great.
Now not only was she going to be shamed for not mating, but for starting an international incident with another Omega. Fucking hell.
She peeked up at him from beneath her lashes. Something flashed across his eyes, she looked downward. His attention moved to the sound of footsteps.
The pair nearby must have finished, because there was movement continuing about them. America nearly breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she could leave.
"Well, it was great meeting you," America said with soft smile. She hoped up off the rock, dusting off her pants. "Stay safe."
The Alpha scent was stronger now. Much, much stronger and-
"Hallo!" A deep voice called out and America froze.
She swallowed reflexively and slowly turned. The Alpha she'd smelled before was staring at her. Directly at her. It made that uncomfortable feeling return. Something wriggled in the back of her thoughts but she shoved it aside.
Her instinct twitched to life. The Omega female assessed the Alpha.
The male had darker blonde hair, closer to her own color. He was taller than even the blonde Omega behind her. His eyes were a deeper blue and America backed up a step. His gaze was dominant and heavy. Her eyes dropped toward the ground. She was not actually trying to challenge anybody.
"Hello," she replied politely as a shiver of excitement coursed through her. Her mouth was dry. He said something else, she didn't catch.
She felt her heart rate quicken, and she blushed slightly at his cheerful voice. Norway remained behind her, unmoving.
The Alpha crooned something at her, which she still didn't understand. However, she tensed notably as he closed the gap between them and her gazed landed on his flag pin. As high as she felt comfortable looking at the moment.
"Denmark!" He said happily with an masculine undercurrent to his words, as he noticed where she was looking.
His voice had her instincts screaming to listen.
Oh. She tried not to get her hopes up. He would likely walk off too. She was about to tell him her nation, when he moved forward. He was close enough she could feel the heat of his body. Her thoughts grew a little fuzzy. None of the other Alphas had gotten so close.
America's lips parted as he inhaled deeply.
"Omega?" He questioned with a touch of excitement in his words.
She nodded numbly, unable to do much more than gape at the handsome Alpha. Her mind sluggishly tried to process what was going on.
He was very close, she was keenly aware of it.
Denmark. Denmark was a good nation right? He certainly looked nice enough, and his smile made her feel a little weak at the knees. America stood still, waiting for him to do something. She couldn't seem to move as her heart pounded in her ears.
He made a slight gesture toward her. Belatedly she realized she hadn't identified herself yet.
Her fingers shook when she showed her pin, the America flag.
"Amerika?" He asked, clearly surprised. "En Amerikansk Omega?"
She blushed and nodded firmly, her back straightening with pride for her country. It did not take much to figure out what he was asking when her nation was said. Followed by 'Omega'. She kept her gaze downward and fought not to bow her head anymore. It would be taken as a sign of submission.
Her people needed her to keep her wits about her. Subconsciously she shifted backward half an inch.
There was a moment of pause, and she knew he was deciding something. The anticipation was making something inside her squirm. She knew her scent spiked higher when he gave a slight chuckle. It was a pleasant sound.
He turned toward Norway, she saw him shift slightly.
"Hallo," he said again, but she stiffened. The air around them seemed to change in an instant.
There was clear aggression in his tone. 'Hallo' sounded like he wanted Norway to back away this instant. She blinked in confusion. Why would he be upset by another Omega?
Unless...
"Gå vekk." Norway replied in a low voice. It too brimmed with aggression.
She groaned internally.
America backed up instinctually. She'd misread Norway. He wasn't an Omega. She'd been in the presence of an Alpha. One that hadn't been clearly broadcasting himself.
Oh lord. That explained why he'd been staring at her. She internally winced. Her hormones spiked again at the sound of dominance in Norway's voice. Her blue eyes flickered to the two Alphas that were sizing each other up. America discreetly moved further out of the way.
She knew these things could escalate quickly. She'd seen it happen before with a friend of hers.
"Nej, du forlader," Demark replied with a dangerous smile.
"Jeg var her først," The smaller male replied evenly, hardly moving as his gaze narrowed on the Danish man.
"Hun er ikke parret," was the reply as Denmark advanced forward a step. A clear display of aggression.
America desperately wished she knew what the hell was being said. She adjusted her glasses, looking between the males in concern. Her movements were slow, not meant to draw attention.
She might not know the language, but the tones and body language told her a great deal. She did not believe she had to be worried about going home a failure any longer. That was more than a touch of pressure off her shoulders.
Her blue eyes wandered to the smaller Alpha.
Norway was also a good nation, right? She couldn't recall anything negative about the country. The fact was that she would go to the victor if they decided to fight one another. It was the way things were. It kept with tradition for the 'meetings' and allowed the more animalistic side of their biology through.
In other words, as an Omega, she would not move from this spot until a mate was decided. Alphas competed over access to a mate. It was a form of sexual selection. They were all bound by it. Though they were not purely like animals. There was not true season of 'heat' at a given period of time during the year, as it was with animals. However it did come in varying cycles depending on the person.
Her hormones were kicking up and she shivered. Her eyes dilated as the two males faced each other. Norway took a step closer to Denmark, clearly intent on answering the challenge.
Liquid heat pooled between her thighs at the biological promise of a mate. America stood back and waited, watching silently. It was her scent that filled the air quickly, thickening it with a sweet tang that caused the males to momentarily glance back at her.
There were two slight noises of approval.
America could only blush, and look downward quickly. She had no control over it now. The roles have been set and she can only anticipate the outcome. Whoever won would be the better mate, according to nature.
She was half lust drunk watching the two attractive Alphas, when they turned their attention back to each other. They were exceedingly different from one another, but she thought that she'd never understand a single fucking word they said.
So. they had that much in common.
"Jeg vil pare med Omega." Norway said with narrowed eyes.
"Nej, vil du ikke." The more cheerful nation replied with a snarl.
Oh, they were talking about her again. She knew that much. Her ears picked up on rustling and the sounds of approaching steps again. She glanced briefly to the intruder, a dark haired female, who took one look at the two Alphas staring each other down and retreated slowly.
Smart.
By the time she looked back, the first blow had already been thrown. It was the taller Alpha, Denmark, who moved first. Norway moved to the side, avoiding the blow, as the first expression of fury crossed his face briefly.
"Du er irriterende," he said coldly.
"Tak," the taller said with a slight growl to his words. "nu indsende."
Her senses were lighting up. Displays of dominance. America shook. She was not much for scents but this was something else entirely.
America felt her body flushing and more slickness pooled as she tried not to make a sound. No distractions, it would be rude. Or... something. An instinct warned her to hold as still as possible. Perhaps it would be solved with only a little bloodshed. She clenched her thighs together and swallowed hard.
It took a force of will to keep the whine from bursting from her throat.
She had not been expecting this. It was not unwelcome, but she hadn't been expecting it. America trembled as the need grew. It was basic, primal, and all consuming. She would be ready for the victor. Alphas and Omegas could, and sometimes did, lose control. However, it was highly regulated by society what was permissible.
This, according to what she'd been told, was one of those times.
They moved so quickly, she struggled to see every blow exchanged. The sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh with force behind it, made her wince a few times. America knew that their aggression would not be turned toward her.
There was a crack of bone being broken and her gaze flicked to the taller Alpha holding his nose with a growl as blood started to flow.
Oh no. That would only going to inflame the situation. And the look of rage that crossed Denmark's face told her she'd been correct in her assumption.
It turned into savage brawling and shouts of rage filled the air. She kept her head bowed, not looking up anymore as the Alphas started exchanging snarled insults. Or what she assumed as insults. A branch snapped, causing her to freeze even more in her spot. America slowly lowered her gaze to the ground.
A cry was cut off mid-shout.
A dull and repeating thud occurred, someone being struck over and over again. She didn't want to watch, the sounds were enough. She was an Omega, she did not enjoy the fighting or have the need to dominate as the Alphas did.
The fighting had stopped.
There was silence for a full three seconds, and the sound of heavy panting. America shivered, a soft moan tumbled from her lips. Her blue eyes widened as she saw movement out of the corner of her eyes. Her breaths came out in short, noiseless pants.
She took a breath, trying to steady the need that was still causing her to tremble with barely suppressed need. Her mind and instinct kept prodding her about the chance to mate. A mate.
Her body felt like it was burning.
"Amerika, kom hit," the Alpha's voice commanded of her.
She didn't understand what he said, but how he said it. She slowly lifted her blue eyes, her gaze hovering over his pin.
Norway.
She nodded meekly, and moved toward him. Her legs trembled. Her scent was nearly overpowering to her own nose, she did not doubt it was stronger for the Alpha. She keened softly, unable to stop it. It felt like she was overheating and she knew that only Norway could make it stop now. Instinct told her that, she'd never been in this position before.
Not near an Alpha about ready to sob with desire.
Her body was trembling for even a touch of his hand. She licked her bottom lip, something to distract her from the presence of him.
It did not work.
The alpha grabbed her roughly, and she melted against him with a needy sort of whine.
"Min Omega," he half-growled in a deep voice that made her slide her eyes closed momentarily.
She'd do anything he wanted if he just made it stop burning. America nodded opening her eyes slightly, and bowing her head to the side exposing her neck. A sign of submission to him. She was an Omega that was unable to do anything except plead with him to continue.
Her gaze wandered to the trail of crimson trickling down the side of his mouth. It was the most arousing sight she'd ever seen. America blushed and trembled. Her tongue darted out and licked the corner of his mouth quickly. Her eyes widened at her boldness.
It earned her a rumble of approval. He crooned something at her as her eyelids slid closed. She undulated her hips against him, mewling.
The next thing she knew, she was being pushed down to the ground. Rough hands were stripping her, but it felt so wonderful to have him touching her. The need to be claimed was overpowering anything but the feel of his skin on hers. America whimpered, digging her fingers into his shoulders, her eyes wide as she sought more contact with him. There could have been a hundred people right next to them watching, but she didn't care right now. She didn't care if the sun fell out of the sky, as long as his cock filled her.
She nearly lost all conscious thought when he nipped sharply at her neck. America gasped rocking her hips against his.
He growled something at her, but her mind feverishly worked out that is sounded nice. Sort of. She hoped. Heck, she couldn't think straight. The feeling of him lining up to her slick entrance had stars nearly bursting inside her addled brain. He buried his head in the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
The scent of arousal that poured off of him was making it hard for her to do much more than moan wantonly as she tried to rut against him. She panted a soft breath in his ear, and whimpered at him again. Her core was slick and too empty.
She needed him to claim her. It was on the tip of her tongue to just beg him for it. Then he thrust forward with a powerful surge and she was lost in a euphoric sense of uninhibited pleasure.
He pulled his head up and stared down at her with those intense blue eyes that looked far from dull. America moaned and buried her head in his chest, hiding slightly. He snarled something at her, and she peeked up a wanton look of hazy lust on her face. He withdrew slightly, her body trying to keep him in. Her muscles contracted around him, gripping his firmly.
Norway watched her with half-hooded eyes as he gave the Omega exactly what she wanted.
Everything.
HIs movements were fierce, driving, and wonderful. She clung to him and made noises that should have alerted anyone within a half-mile as to what they were doing. It was perfect as they moved with each other.
She started babbling pleas at him. Ones she knew he probably didn't understand, but each time his hips snapped back to hers she was near swooning with delight. He was better than she'd even dared hope. Norway was strong, handsome, and he was her Alpha.
The knowledge had her hurtling toward the precipice of completion. It was nearly indescribable. She cried out something, she wasn't sure what, as the world felt as if it were disappearing around her as the feeling of him thrusting inside her caused her to encircle his waist with her legs. America tried to get just that extra bit of...
There!
Her Alpha growled something in her ear. It sounded a lot like the word 'mine'.
She screamed, loud and in ecstasy. All but shattering beneath him.
The other Alpha, Denmark, previously forgotten began to stir. America shook under Norway as he stilled in her, knotting.
He looked down at her with his blue eyes staring into her glassy ones, a look of possessiveness on his face that had her practically ready to mate again.
"Hvis han ser deg som dette, vil jeg drepe ham." Her Alpha said forcefully as he kissed her.
America had no idea what he said, but he was damn sexy when he said it.
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Spotlight on Norway
Recently, the International attention has all been focused on Norway. During the recent 'meeting' new mated pairs have been announced and new projects are already in the works. As is customary during the after 'meeting', each new mated pair is asked for their thoughts and opinions of their country's new acquired ally.
Norway has been under some scrutiny since yesterday, when the national representative struck and injured an Beta reporter. Eye witnesses to the occurrence claimed that the Alpha saw the Beta's close proximity to his American Omega as quote, "Annoying."
Mating details have not been disclosed. Though the union has been confirmed. The Beta is currently receiving in-house care at a local hospital.
The Norwegian government has refused to apologize for the incident.
The United States of America, true to the purpose of the meeting, stands firmly behind Norway's actions.
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AN:
Okay, so the conversation between Denmark and Norway basically went like this.
Starting with Norway.
"Go away."
"No, you leave."
"I was here first."
*insert Alpha male glaring* Then Denmark talks
"She's not paired."
"I will pair the Omega."
"No, you will not."
Then Norway calls Denmark annoying.
"Thanks," Denmark replies, "Now submit" (implying that Norway should concede that Denmark is the better Alpha. Which most certainly did not happen.
Then Norway tells America "America come here."
Then when Denmark stirs, Norway warns her.
" If he sees you like this, I will kill him."