Having established a link between the U.S. and Belarus through Ukraine, and more importantly letting Ukraine in on their plan, Alfred and Natalya were able to see each other far more often.
But what do two young adults chock-full of hormones and having only recently lost their virginity do when they now have ample time alone and together to explore their blossoming relationship? Experimenting. A lot and a lot and A LOT of experimenting.
Regardless of their striking personalities they found that they didn't have any sort of extreme kinks they'd take to the bedroom. For Natalya she seems to enjoy the activity of taking Alfred's clothes off, many times with a knife, which was to be expected. Though Alfred does have the money to burn he still doesn't like his clothes being ruined.
Maybe it's some left over behavior from whatever she did when chasing after Russia. Or that's what Alfred thinks at least, because Natalya always has a crazed look in her eyes and unnatural grin when she does it. Post intercourse she also enjoys snuggling, probably stemming from her constantly wanting to cling to those she likes.
As for Alfred, he turns out to have more interests than either of them thought he would. The first one is that he likes role play where he's a hero and she's his damsel in distress, which is a given. Though actually getting her to agree to do that is a challenge.
The second discovery is that he is really into biting, whether giving or taking, which came as a shock to them both. Natalya thinks that since he loves to eat so much he might have some sort of oral fixation. It would make sense. If nothing else she has to admit that he's good with his mouth, and only getting better with experience.
The third is that he likes praise, both inside and outside the bedroom, which actually makes Natalya a little sad. He doesn't act like it turns him on, more so that he appreciates it because of what she assumes is him not hearing much encouragement at all. So she makes sure to let him know he's doing good.
But above all else the one thing they both found out is that neither is willing to back down from being the dominant one. They will butt heads and basically fight over who gets to take the lead for the night. Natalya finds it frustrating but if you were to ask Alfred he'd say it's hot and Natalya is just too embarrassed to admit it herself.
Of course prior agreements between the two or love-making are excluded from this, but for the most part it results in a clash. It's filled to the brim with sexual tension, passion, and lust. And the two lovebirds are all for it, regardless what Natalya claims. But that makes them realize that they can't give up this relationship for anything. They're not sure how they'll go on if they're forced apart.
Natalya opened her eyes to the sight of Alfred's bedroom wall, the sun already high in the sky and lighting up the room. Getting the lingering drowsiness out of her system she sat up in the bed, an arm wrapping tighter around her waist.
Looking down she noticed Alfred still sleeping on his pillow, the top half of his body poking out of his blanket. Or rather their blanket now. Sleeping together in their bed, on their pillows, inside of their room.
All over his neck and shoulders were hickeys and bite marks she had given him. And due to being caused by a nation those are going to stay on his skin for a week or two rather than regenerate.
She smugly looked upon her art, at the same time rubbing a very large hickey at the base of her own neck. If there was one positive in constantly fighting for dominance it's what they do to each other in their effort. Sure she might not win every time but she'll make sure he still looks like her bitch in the process.
Leaning a hand down she slapped him a couple times on the cheek. Alfred grumbled in his sleep and pulled his arm tighter, dragging her closer until he was resting his head against her hip.
"Alfred get up, it's almost eleven," she stated, Alfred groaning and turning his head to hide his eyes in the darkness of her leg. "Noooo..." he sighed out. Natalya huffed through her nose and extended her pointer and middle finger, jabbing it into Alfred's waist. The man yelped loudly and nearly flew off the bed, collapsing onto his back and staring at the ceiling for a moment with a pout.
Flopping his head to the side he stared her down. "Don't do that dudette. That's straight evil when I'm trying to sleep." She snickered and laid back down so they were at the same eye level. "Nothing else would get you up. Plus that's for that shit you pulled back in Molossia, and for making me miss today's sunrise."
"Hey we were already even for what happened back then. Also I think you'll survive missing one sunrise," he said while propping his head up on his arm. She crossed her arms and pressed them to her chest, frowning at him. "It's not just for the sunrise. It's a time for me to clear my head and unwind."
"And sleeping isn't? What do you even need to unwind from?" Alfred inquired, Natalya poking him in the chest with a finger and smirking. "From you. You're overwhelming." Alfred took hold of the hand touching him and moved it away. "Hey I'm fun."
She rolled her eyes with a small smile and rose out of bed, slowly sliding her hand out of Alfred's. "In any case it's getting late. We should get up before the whole day goes to waste." Alfred rolled out of his side of the bed and quickly threw on his underwear, following after Natalya as she put on her own.
Reaching down he also picked up his shirt, but instead of putting it on he slipped it over her head and onto her. Turning around she glared at him over his shoulder, but he just shrugged and continued walking. "What? I'm not watching you walk around half naked all day. Otherwise we really are gonna waste this whole day away."
"You'll get used to it eventually," she said while putting her arms through the sleeves and brushing out the wrinkles in the shirt. It was so large on her it reached down to the middle of her thighs.
"Maybe," Alfred replied while wrapping an arm around her shoulders. The two of them started to walk down the stairs. "Though you also look really cute wearing big clothes like this." Natalya blushed and looked away while chewing the inside of her cheek. "When you say I'm cute so much it starts to lose its meaning."
Alfred laughed and held her tighter. "Well I can't do too much about that. Not my fault you look cute in everything." Natalya looked back up at him but quickly had to avert her gaze under his beaming smile. "Da, whatever."
Walking to the kitchen they began making themselves a late lunch. As Alfred made a large pan worth of scrambled eggs and bacon Natalya leaned forward against the counter beside him, looking at something on her phone.
Raising a brow Alfred leaned over and looked above her head at her phone, her raising her head and looking back at him. "What's going on?" He wondered, going back to the food. "My boss gave me information on my next set of work to do," she responded, texting them back on her phone.
Alfred moved the eggs to a plate and put in breakfast sausage with the bacon. "Do you have to go back?" He asked with an angry pout, Natalya looking over at him. "Nyet. I still have two days before I'm expected back."
"Sweet!" He cheered in great relief, looking back down at the pan of food with a smile. Natalya simply hummed at his excitement. If she worked through her work quickly enough she could be back here before the end of the week. Still looking down he began talking through his smile. "I'm glad we were able to work out a deal with your sister. Imagine if we were still doing that meeting up once a month crap."
Natalya scowled at nothing in particular. She wouldn't like to imagine that. Given their relationship now they probably wouldn't survive being separated for more than a week. "Da. This is pleasant. As long as sestra keeps our secret." Alfred was confident she would. Ukraine has been the biggest advocate of their relationship so far and would do anything for it to continue. Anything to bring Natalya happiness.
With the bacon and sausage cooked he put those on two plates and looked over at Natalya to tell her it was done, pausing before doing so to observe her. She was hunched forward and propped up on her elbows to hold her phone. Her back arching downwards and bare pale legs poking out of a light gray shirt way too big on her.
Feeling the eyes on her she turned and looked at him, him looking away from her legs to her face. "Something bothering you?" She wondered, her eyebrows furrowing. He grinned fondly and waved his spatula in the air. "Nah. Just about to tell you that food's done."
She looked over at the plates of food, then looked between him and back at her butt with a scowl. "What the hell were you looking at?" He dropped the spatula in the empty pan and mimicked the way she was standing to face her. "Well what do you think?"
She huffed and set her phone down, crossing her arms under her. "Are we sure you're not the obsessed one here?" He shrugged while scooting closer to her. "I guess I'm just remembering how fun it is to be with someone. What about you? Are you not?"
"I never said that," she said, looking away to hide her blushing. "I... like this." She tucked her hair behind her ear. Alfred got even closer until he bumped her shoulder, her turning her head to be within a couple inches of his own. Knowing what to expect at this point they didn't waste any time in starting to kiss.
Curling his fingers into her hair with both hands he stood up straight, tilting her head back and pressing their tongues together. She gripped at the sides of this neck and pressed back against his mouth, that craving feeling rising up within her again. Kissing gets her so hot and bothered.
Alfred moved away from her mouth and began kissing all over the side of her face, her cheeks burning hot against his lips. Sliding his hands down her back he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up onto the counter. Now as he started to move onto her neck she struggled to hold back the quiet and breathy moans escaping her lips.
Her hands held onto his shoulders, not wanting him to back away. One of his hands then slipped under her shirt, sliding over her stomach and up to her chest. Though as it found its place over one of her breasts she gasped and finally got herself back together, pushing him off of her. "Nyet! That's enough."
He looked at her with deep concern, worrying he did something wrong. She shut her legs and pushed the shirt down to cover herself, frowning at him from the corner of one eye. "Our food is going to get cold." Bashfully she readjusted her shirt, fixing the neck hole which had slid to the side and caused one of her bitten up shoulders to poke out.
Alfred rubbed his face and smiled with relief. "Right. Food. Of course."
Sitting on the couch together the two of them flipped through the channels for something to watch on tv. Natalya was tucked into Alfred's side and he had one arm looped around her. His other hand tapping on the remote.
Landing on the news channel he skipped by, but Natalya suddenly raised her head and narrowed her eyes. "Wait go back." Alfred raised his brows and began going back through the channels. "What's up?"
"I thought I saw my flag on the news," she replied. "Right there!" She pointed at the tv when Alfred landed back on the news. Now both curious they listened as the news anchor spoke.
"There's been no comment from the government about the sudden uptick in trade with the controversial European dictatorship, which has nearly doubled in the last few months. It's suspected that the trade contains nothing more than the typical products such as farming products and raw materials. But the sudden and stark increase raises some questions about why this change is occurring, given the tense relationship between the two countries."
Alfred and Natalya slowly looked at one another, Alfred's cheeks gaining a dusting of pink. "I mean... I guess France wasn't lying about the benefits of sex." She returned her gaze to the tv and rested her head back against her side. "You better hope big brother doesn't know about this."
"Ehh, if he asks about it I'll just say I was running short on fertilizer or something," he said nonchalantly, planting a kiss on the top of her head. "To be honest as long as it doesn't include military equipment I doubt he cares much about who I trade with. I don't."
"I wouldn't put it past him," she warned while reaching for the remote, starting to flip through channels again. "He pays attention to a lot of what you do. Saying you need to work harder at becoming friends with him."
Alfred pursed his lips and frowned. "Man. That guy might be more obsessed with me than you are. Better watch out, maybe he'll weasel his way in and try to swoop me off my feet like you did." He grinned down at her and winked, but she returned the look with eyes sharp enough to cut diamonds, her hand grabbing him by the upper arm and threatening to snap his arm in two.
Alfred winced and grabbed her by the wrist, trying to wrench her off of him. "Ok. Ok ok ow! Ow! Ow! Easy there tiger I'm just teasing. You know better than most that I want nothing to do with that freak."
That had the opposite effect of he wanted, her squeezing him harder. "AH!! What the hell do you want from me!?
At the beginning of a world meeting Natalya had arrived and sat down at her seat, keeping her gaze on the floor. She hadn't seen Alfred in a little over a week due to having business in Ukraine and Belarus and if when he got here he even looked at her funny she was going to tackle him on his chair and fuck him stupid.
Feeling a hand land on her shoulder she flinched and looked up, finding her brother smiling at her. "Sestra. How have you been?" She stared at him as he sat next to her. "I am well big brother. How are you?"
He giggled and laced his gloves fingers together. "I am good. I had been noticing of small boost in your economy. Which is making me happy. What had you been doing differently?"
Natalya gave him a blank look as a memory passed in her mind. Of Alfred pinning her up against the wall, her wrapping her legs around his waist and holding his face as they aggressively intertwined their tongues together.
"Trade," she finally answered while blinking, her face hot as she tucked her legs together under the table. Russia raised a brow and laughed. "Trade? I had been figuring. But what kind? Had you been establishing of the new partnerships? Or did you increase the exports with old partners?"
"I didn't care to listen to details. It was simply more trade with that damn Poland and those former slaves of yours," she spoke carefully and aggressively in order to keep face. Though as the doors flung open and Alfred's eyes instantly met her's she immediately felt like melting into her chair.
Quickly she looked away and regained her composure before Russia looked away from Alfred and back at her. "Either way, it is comforting to be knowing you are doing good." Natalya gave a small smile of pride in return. She likes when Russia praises her.
She passed one more glance over to Alfred, who was currently talking with his brother and the ever-grumpy England. This was bad. Her heart was already racing just seeing him.
And it didn't get any better a few hours into the meeting. Even when forcing herself to keep her eyes off of him, just knowing he was there made her way too excited. She didn't even know who was talking or what the subject was anymore.
Glancing over Russia's shoulder she saw that it was Australia speaking about why his animals are cuter than New Zealand's sheep. 'So nothing important. As usual,' she thought while rolling her eyes. Luckily for her Australia's portion had ended shortly after, Russia being the next one to go up, and that was something she could happily pay attention to.
Russia took the podium and looked across the room, especially at China and America. The former watching intently and the latter watching while resting his head on one hand, his smile wide but Russia knowing that in reality they were entirely uninterested.
"Today I am going to be showing of the yearly chart for those who need to become better friends with me. Because some of you continue to be having the stubbornness and are refusing in becoming one."
Pressing on a remote a slide came up showing a graphic with the faces of those Russia deems as failing to become his friends. There were the usual suspects, such as Ukraine, the Baltics and Poland, and America as number one. Though surprisingly now England was also on that list.
A few of the nations, including Alfred, looked over at him, England turning his head to them all. "Don't look at me, he's the one being an arse and doing bad things all the time. Why would I support him?" Natalya grit her teeth and met England's eyes, making the man flinch.
"It would be wise for you to shut that trap of yours. Say anything else bad about big brother Russia and I'll deglove you from the toes to your fucking eyebrows!" England attempted to respond but was cut off by Alfred laughing loudly. "Maybe you could trim them down to a normal sized pair."
England got red in the face in anger but Alfred continued speaking, turning to Natalya with a calm look, his chin still in his hand. "Man you are just... always PMSing. I get you treat Mr. Big Nose like some sort of god among men and are protective, but let the dude defend himself, he can handle himself."
Alfred then pondered what he said, letting out a cackle and putting his hands behind his head. "Oh wait nevermind. His empire literally imploded on itself." Russia's smile curved up unnaturally and he intertwined his fingers, his leather gloves creaking and his knuckles cracking from the pressure.
Alfred continued. "But not in the cool blaze of glory type of way. More like, a sad sorta trickle that leaves you empty and underwhelmed." Natalya glared at him. He may be acting it up to avoid any suspicious of being close with her, but he sure is cutting deep.
Two can play at that game.
She crossed her arms with a hmpf. "Please. You peaked in the 40s and have been nothing but an annoyance ever since. If anyone is going to have the boring trail off into irrelevance it will be you." As she predicted, Alfred grinned wider, accepting the challenge as he faced her directly. God looked so hot when he gave her that look.
"Well first of all no. Someone as cool and badass as me will always be top dog. I mean if we were all in a show we all understood I'd be the main character."
"We never agreed to zhat," France butt in, other nations voicing their disagreement as well. Alfred waved them all off, his mouth spreading into a line. He then looked back at Natalya, crossing his legs and putting them on the table.
"And second... I'm gonna be honest, your whole relationship with Russia is super gross and freaky."
The whole room froze and looked at Alfred in horror, their eyes darting between the fool with a death wish and the glowering Belarus. The room felt freezing, both Natalya and Russia glaring at the carefree American.
Alfred dramatically turned his head to look around the room, his hands flying up. "What? It's not like it's a secret or anything. We all know it. Natalya fiddled with a knife under the table, the urge of chucking it at his head growing stronger.
"Lie to yourself all you want. You envy the love I hold for big brother and the Union we shared." She said while looking at her brother with pinprick eyes, Russia instinctively flinching but settling down quickly.
"The Union? Dude there were fifteen of you and you all still lost to me. What moron would be jealous of that? And today you and your brother are friends with what, all zero of them? Even his "allies" are trying to get away from him."
She glared harder at him, him matching her stare. Then Russia decided to join in. "I think America is simply jealous of his inability to have loving family. It is so filled with the great dysfunction." Alfred grinned wider, his fingers digging into the hair on the back of his head.
England and Canada tensely stared at him from the side, and France looked over at Germany, the man rubbing his forehead as he focused on writing some notes. It appeared he just wanted to let this one burn out on its own.
Alfred wanted so so badly to talk about Russia's treatment of Natalya, or his siblings in general. But if he opened that can of worms he wasn't going to stop, and right now he wanted to have a fight with his girlfriend.
He directed a finger at Russia and gave him a smirk, his anger evident underneath it. "Zip it Pinocchio, this is between me and Mrs. Habsburg over there. I get talking to the hero is a hot commodity but wait your turn."
Austria and Hungary cringed. The former hiding his expression behind a hand. The other Europeans and those that knew of the Habsburgs shuddered in disgust and/or sat in shock and horror that Alfred would call Natalya that so directly.
Natalya's teeth ground, focusing on that smug grin he was giving her. He was teasing her. Bringing up their personal arguments right here in the middle of a meeting. "You are too brain dead to understand feelings as deep as those I feel for big brother."
"Oh you mean like wanting to "become one" with your own sibling?" Alfred glanced over at Canada and grimaced. "Yeah maybe I am dumb. Because I don't have any clue how you think that's normal."
Natalya let out a psychotic giggle and looked over at Russia again. "I pursue love and affection from a great man." Her face then shifted back to dark and serious, her eyes cold. "Meanwhile you're probably still fucking your pillows and having wet dreams in your Superman underwear."
Alfred blushed out of embarrassment, because he indeed have those underwear. Japan and Canada perked up a little, knowing he owned those as well. Though from what they knew she could've just had a lucky guess.
He also couldn't help but laugh at the insult. Since she was well aware what his sexual habits were.
"I'd rather use a pillow forever than trying to screw my own sibling. Because yikes dudette you should see a psychiatrist for that." Natalya frowned at Alfred then looked back at Russia once more. Russia now wanted to hide, seeing the familiar look in her eyes. He thought they were past this obsessive behavior.
"You're just jealous! You probably cry yourself to sleep wishing a woman like me would chase after you. But you've got no one and never will!"
Slamming his hands on the table he stood up and yelled at her. "Yeah right! I can get anyone I want! Have you seen how hot I am?" He asked while wildly gesturing at his face and body. After a second he froze and returned to his seat in confusion.
Wow that... cut surprisingly deep. Why'd that even make him insecure when he's literally dating the girl he's arguing with?
Her eyes scanned over him and she scoffed. "I've seen you. But I don't see anything hot." Despite what she said Alfred could see her face flushing, in turn making him blush as well.
Shaking his head to calm down he returned to a relaxed pose, noting the eyes on him after that outburst. "I think I'll pass on someone like you having the hots for me." He observed her face, his attraction for her bubbling up in his throat. "Y-Yeah you're hot I guess. But you're all face and no personality. Well I guess you have a personality but it's steaming hot garbage."
Russia glared at Alfred for addressing her sister that way, Natalya crossed her arms and acted disinterested but her eyes dialed in on the American, her breathing hastening a little.
Prussia, Hungary, and Japan watched the back and forth in bewilderment. This isn't the way lovers, or even friends should talk to each other. These two are terrible.
Alfred darted his eyes away from Russia, glancing over at England. "I mean, you try to call me dysfunctional but you and Russia's relationship is a mess." He then wrapped his arm around England's shoulders, the older man getting caught by surprise and almost spilling his tea, frowning at Alfred.
"Just look at Iggy and I. We've had beef since forever and we look like two peas in a pod compared to you two. Russia can barely stand to stick around."
Natalya's hair bristled on end in her rage and she threw a knife at the side of Alfred's head, the man snatching it out of the air. He inspected the knife for a moment then pointed the tip at his mouth, picking at something in his teeth.
"I mean seriously. What's the deal with all the loyalty for a guy like that? Does he even show you a fraction of the feelings you have for him? Has he ever told you he's proud or loves you? Probably not because he books it away from you every chance he gets."
Natalya looked about ready to explode. Ok. Now this asshole was getting way too personal. Russia was about to interject himself to defend his sister but she stood up and pointed another knife at Alfred. "I will get big brother to love me. But you've got no one that loves you. You're projecting how miserable and lonely you really are."
Alfred laughed easily and put his head on his hand, giving her a condescending grin. "Well if I'm lonely then I guess we're perfect for each other then. Maybe we should go on a date and fix that issue. Beats wasting your time with Russia."
Natalya blushed profusely and masked it with a scream, diving over the table and taking him to the ground. She put her knees into his sides and sat on his waist, her knife falling right above his head before he caught her arm with both hands. "How dare you suggest something so vile?! I'll end you you disgusting freak!" He smirked and was about to tease her some more, but paused upon seeing her face.
Her eyes didn't look so mean anymore, but we're instead wide, like she was surprised by something. Her face was red and she was breathing heavy, but not like she had exerted herself. Something about it is familiar. Wait, no way. He knows this look. That's how she looks when she really wants to... he has to get out of this room NOW.
Feeling her stop pushing down on the knife, followed by her bottom grating against his stomach, his worry was confirmed true. Letting go of her arm the knife came down, him turning his head to the side so it stabbed into the floor. Then with his hands he pushed her off and rolled backwards to get onto his feet.
She stood up across from him, her eyes still wide and way too focused on him. "I'm going to gut you now," she stated coolly, stalking toward him. Alfred sweat a little bit while backing away from her, quickly glancing between her and the other nations. "Has anyone told you you're kinda scary?"
She ignored him and stopped walking, quickly pulling out two more knives and chucking all three at his head. With a scream he ducked as the three knives pinned themselves into the door above him. Recovering he stood up straight and pointed at her with an angry pout. "You're no fun!"
But as she pulled out even more knives he bit his tongue and swung open the door, racing out of the room. As Natalya chased him out Germany sighed and looked over at Russia. "Can you go deal vith zhem?" Russia shrugged and looked away. "Why should I be of the help? America should be facing of the consequences, da? I still have presentation to finish."
Germany looked over at the other nations, wondering if any of them wanted to volunteer to go break up the fight. But no one dared put themselves in the line of fire of Natalya's rampage. So they all collectively decided to continue the meeting.
As for Alfred, when he ran into the hallway he tried to get far away from the meeting room, but before he could even choose where to run Natalya grabbed his arm and stopped him in his tracks. Looking back at her he saw her flustered face searching the hallways splitting off from where they were, eventually picking a direction and pulling him along.
Finding a door nearby she opened it and took both of them inside, closing the door behind them. Alfred looked at his surroundings, his stomach dropping once realizing they were in a supply closet. "A closet? Seriously? Do you know how many nations have probably slept in here? If they suspect something this is the first place they'd look."
"Then be quick," she replied while guiding him to the floor, sitting on top of him. As she unzipped his pants he looked around the cramped room, the air already starting to get hot. "Couldn't we at least pick a room further away?"
With one hand she held onto his shoulder to support herself, her other hand shuffling with her underwear under her clothes, deciding to leave her dress on. "I can't wait any longer. Now shut the fuck up and take it. I'm still mad at you."
A little over four minutes later she had returned to the meeting room alone, her hair matted with sweat and face flushed. She brushed out the wrinkles in her dress and ripped her knives out of the door. "That bastard wouldn't stop running," she spat, trying to put at ease all the eyes on her.
Retrieving the rest of her knives she returned to her chair and smoothed out her hair, immediately getting back to listening to Russia's presentation. A few minutes after that Alfred quietly snuck back into the room, looking very much in the same condition as Natalya.
Returning to his chair England gave him a tired look, Alfred returning the look with a serious one. "Yo she's fast dude." England rolled his eyes with an audible "ugh" and looked over at Russia. "Well that's what happens when you goad people on. Hopefully you will take this as a lesson."
Alfred shook his head and rested it back on his hand. "Nah. I just need to be better prepared next time." England looked about ready to give him a whole lecture on manners again. "You better damn well not! You've got a serious death wish messing with Russia's sister, she's even more dangerous than him. How have you not learned this after the entire Cold War?"
Alfred laughed quietly and grinned at England. "Because I won, duh! Besides, it's fun. You're telling me a part of you doesn't enjoy messing with France?"
"Yes Angleterre, what do you sink of our usual quarrels?" France wondered while leaning an arm on Canada's shoulder to look over at England, his voice dripping with that taunting tone that always sets England off.
England's big brow twitched while trying to keep his eyes on Russia, knowing France was just trying to get get under his skin. "I dread nothing more in my day." France pouted and tilted his head. "Aww. Zhat can't be true. You've never passed up zhe chance to come tango with moi. Unless of course you simply like choking me for some ozher reason?"
England violently lurched forward in his seat like he had just been punched in the gut. Canada shivered and slipped out from under France's arm. "Ew." While Alfred glared at France and put a thumbs down. "Boo! Gross."
France scoffed and flicked his hair to the side. "Oh 'ush up. All three of you are such prudes, it's painful zhat I associate wizh zhose so scared of zhe pleasures of love and lust." The other three cringed, though Alfred did pass a glance over to Natalya.
After sitting down she had focused solely on Russia, but couldn't get rid of the feeling that someone was watching her. So finally looking away she tried to figure out where it was coming from, assuming Alfred until her eyes landed on her sister, who was staring directly at her. She knew they knew why she was so sweaty and out of breath, and there was no point in denying it. She'd essentially been caught red-handed by her mother.
All she could do was avert her eyes and slowly turn away from Ukraine, smoothing out her hair again while her face grew red once more. This only cemented her being guilty of her actions, Ukraine sighing and turning her attention on Alfred.
Alfred looked from Natalya to Ukraine, waving at her in a friendly manner, unaware of the shock and disappointment in her face. He looked so happy and carefree despite how worn out and flushed he was. Of course he was happy he coming down from an orgasmic high. He hadn't even fixed the wrinkles in his collar from where she assumed Natalya was grabbing onto.
She put a hand to her head and rubbed her temple, thinking to herself, "These two. They are not even being subtle about their love." Looking between them some more she crossed her arms out of worry that they may not be able to hide their relationship.
Though with the last serious relationship being decades ago with Czechia and Slovakia, she has to admit that Alfred and Natalya's affection for each other is both refreshing to see and adorable in a way.
Inside of Alfred's bedroom a loud and fast creaking sound echoed throughout, two separate breaths quietly huffing in unison. Alfred's hands were gripping the sides of Natalya's waist, his fingers sinking into her soft, smooth flesh.
She let out a quiet, muffled groan into her pillow, her arms tightly hugging it and pressing it into the lower half of her face. Her back arched and her butt sticking up while Alfred pounded into her.
Her fingers curled and stabbed into the pillow and she grumbled out a low and raspy drone, feeling his member filling her up, stretching out her tight walls before quickly tugging out of her, just to slam back inside as deep as he could.
As his tip poked her in a sensitive spot her eyes flew open in surprise, then screwed shut as she reveled in the feeling, moving her behind toward him to slam back against him. Her whole body bounced back and forth at the power of his thrusts, the waves of pleasure tingling up her spine.
Not able to contain it any longer a short, high-pitched moan escaped out of her mouth and the pillow, the rare but beautiful sound causing butterflies to dance in Alfred's stomach, encouraging him to pick up the intensity.
Outside the house, Canada arrived at the front door, simply letting himself inside as per the usual routine. Deciding to keep his sweater on he took off his boots and walked toward the back of the house, though looking through the usual spots he wasn't able to find his brother. Once at the living room he put his hands on his hips and looked at the floor. "How much you bet he is sleeping in late again?" He asked.
From the floor Kumajiro turned his head and looked up at Canada, shrugging to himself. So with nowhere else to go they went to the stairs.
Natalya stared back at Alfred through lulled eyes, wanting to watch how he slammed into her. Her brain was on fire. No thought ran through her mind besides the buzzing sensations she felt as he slid in and out of her.
One arm held the pillow to the side of her head and the other moved to the bed in front of her to prop up her body so she could turn and see him better. Alfred responded in kind by grabbing her right leg and lifting it up to his shoulder, hugging it as he fucked her from the side.
Now in this new position he leaned forward slightly and pushed deeper into Natalya, the woman trembling in pleasure. Starting to move back and forth in her again her face softened and her eyebrows curved up, like she had scratched a bad itch. "O-Oh fuck. Fuck! Da, like that," she muttered quietly, her eyes fluttering shut.
Slowly Canada ascended the stairs, distracted by his phone as he pulled up Alfred's contact. Preparing for the decent chance that his brother is nowhere to be found.
Though as he got closer to Alfred's room his ears began picking up what sounded like an old, rusty machine moving for the first time in a long time. It was faint but it definitely sounded like a lot of creaking. He raised a brow as he reached the door, looking down at his bear. "You hear that?"
The small bear's ears twitched, able to hear through the door better. "I think I hear someone, eh." So with that confirmation Canada casually began opening the door ready to ask his brother what ridiculous thing he was doing. In his head he was imaging Alfred doing something like jumping on his bed just to see how high he could go.
Though as he turned the doorknob the creaking immediately stopped, and as he started pushing the door opened a loud bang rang out in the room. Canada flinched back for a second, then swung the door open in a panic, finding Alfred under his blanket and staring back at him, his head propped up on one arm.
"Oh! H-Hey bro. You startled me for a sec there," Alfred said with a laugh, his face perspiring sweat and his face still red. Canada looked on in confusion, looking around the room with furrowed brows. "What were you doing in here? What was that loud noise?"
Alfred sweat a little harder. His eyes flickering to the closet door. Then he looked back at his brother, giving him an awkward grin. I was... jacking off?" Canada blinked a few times in shock, then gave him a disgusted look. "Ehh!? Gross! Wh-Why would you tell me that?"
Alfred's face turned more red and he covered himself up self-consciously. Even if he was lying Canada didn't have to look like he was about to puke over it. "Sh-Shut up! You asked me about it in the first place!"
"Yeah but you could've lied," Canada replied, Alfred giving him a perplexed look. "Wha— Why would I do that? You'd know I was lying." Canada cringed upon noticing Alfred wasn't wearing a shirt, and likely anything else. He averted his eyes away to the wall. "Yeah, well it's better than you admitting it to me. What was that noise, anyway?"
Alfred scoffed and curled up under the blankets. "Like I said, you startled me. I panicked and slammed my damn head off the back of the bed. Thanks for that. Could've knocked dude." Alfred's eyes trailed down to Kumajiro, who was crawling on all fours and sniffing at the closet door. "Anyway it's whatever. Just grab your bear and get out I'll be out in a sec."
Not wanting to be in the room anymore Canada grabbed Kumajiro and left the room, the bear protesting and trying to get back to the closet. The moment they were gone Alfred jumped out of bed, locking the door. As he did that Natalya flung the closet door open and marched over, shoving him. "You asshole! You didn't have to fucking shove me!" She whisper yelled.
Alfred regained his balance and walked over to the other side of his bed, grabbing his underwear and quickly sliding them on. "I didn't know what to do I panicked. He would've saw you."
She crossed her arms and glared at him as he collected his clothes, wanting to yell at him more. But a more pressing concern was drawing her ire. "He interrupted our personal time. He deserves to be punished."
"You can't— I've already said you can't hurt him," Alfred sighed, slipping his shirt on. She stared with disappointment as his exposed body was becoming increasingly hidden from her. Meanwhile she was still very much naked, her weak legs rubbing together in unattended arousal. "We are together. Our needs should be above everyone else's, da?"
Alfred grinned back at her with a wink. "Trust me babe, I wanna stay here as much as you. But my brother tends to ask questions and snoop around when he gets suspicious. Not to mention that bear of his could tell you were in the closet." She frowned at him and sat down on the bed, crossing one leg over the other.
He tried to ignore the fact she was casually lounging around while being entirely naked. "You'd do the same thing for your bro if he needed you for something." She scoffed and lied back on the bed. "But of course. Do not attempt to compare your wimpy clone to my big brother."
Alfred smirked and stood up, walking over to her side of the bed and crouching down near her. "Well at least my "wimpy clone" doesn't beat his siblings. And what happened to putting your lover's needs above all else's?"
"My brother is an exception," she stated firmly, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. Alfred grinned and made an unconvinced hum, his eyes roaming over her porcelain smooth skin. "Right. Well anyway I should go see what he wants, now put some clothes on."
As he tossed her underwear at her she swatted it away and scowled. "Screw that. You deal with whatever it is your brother wants and get your ass back here quickly." He nodded and smiled at her, his face breaking out in a light blush. "I'll do my best."
He leaned forward to give her a kiss, but was stopped as she harshly grabbed him by the mouth and shoved his face back. "Nyet. Either you fuck me or you leave." He rubbed his aching face and stared at her in shock, his mouth slowly morphing into a smug grin. "You're kinda a needy bitch."
She let out a huff from her nose, her cheeks tinging pink as she rolled onto the pillow she had previously had her face buried in. "Whatever. Now go hurry up. I don't have a lot of patience."
With that Alfred left the room in a hurry, locking the door behind him and hopping on the stair's railing to slide down to the bottom. After some searching he found his brother in the kitchen, sitting down with Kumajiro sat down on the island in front of him.
"So uh, what up? Did you come here to hang out or something?" Alfred asked while walking to the other side of the island to stand in front of Canada. Canada looked up from his bear upon hearing his brother speak. "Just making sure you're all right is all. We haven't hung out in a while."
Alfred raised a brow with a chuckle and leaned down onto his arms. "Couldn't you have just texted or called me dude? Would've saved you a lot of the hassle of flying here." Canada shrugged and pointed off behind Alfred, Alfred turning and seeing the coffee maker was on and had finished. A normal routine for them by this point. "Again, we haven't hung out in a while. Plus it's much harder to tell when you're lying to me, eh."
Alfred rolled his eyes while pouring two cups of coffee, diluting his with a lot more milk than Canada's. "Yeah I'm just gonna beat you to the punch and say I'm good. Great actually." Picking up both mugs of coffee he spun around and handed one to Canada. "Honestly," he assured with a wink.
Canada placed Kumajiro on the ground and took the mug and blew on it, giving his brother a blank look. "You want me to just forget how weird you'd been acting? Like going on a rampage against a bunch of wendigos, or when you were wandering around the woman's section at the store? Or your actual Capitol getting invaded and you just running away and hiding from me?" Canada's voice has risen the more he talked, clearly concerned about his brother's wellbeing.
"Yup," Alfred broke off the tension with a grin, Canada sighing loudly and hanging his head. Alfred took a sip of his coffee and set it on the table, licking his lips. "Even heroes get bad days dude, even ones as great as me."
"Bad days?" Canada responded with a fake laugh, glaring at the brown liquid swirling in his mug. "This isn't you simply having a rough time waking up or missing a meal or two. Seriously, what's going on Al?"
Alfred momentarily stopped smiling knowing his brother was being completely serious. But then he beamed at him with genuine joy. "Dude I'm not lying. I feel amazing, better than ever. I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to convince you of that."
Canada frowned and set his cup down as he stood up. "You can't convince me because I don't believe you. Something obviously happened that you refuse to tell me. And compound that with a literal insurrection in your Capital, which you haven't had to this level of severity since we were at war. So yeah, call me unconvinced that you're so full of sunshine and rainbows."
Alfred stared at them with a small smile still stuck on his face, his brows furrowed as he grappled how to answer his brother. He can't just tell his brother about Natalya. She wouldn't be happy that he did, even if he knew Canada could keep a secret. Not to mention she is currently in a bad mood, which also reminds him that he needs to quickly go and remedy that.
Though as he thought out what to say Canada walked forward and poked Alfred in the chest, the man flinching back and gripping his chest with a hiss. "Ow Mattie dude what the hell!?" Canada narrowed his eyes and looked Alfred in the eyes. "I knew I saw something weird when you were in bed. Show me your chest."
Alfred's face turned red in both shame and annoyance, but knowing what Canada wanted to see he complied. Lifting his shirt Canada's expression cracked as he noticed the sickeningly long and swollen red wound over Alfred's heart. It had split right down the middle of his old one.
"Your scar reopened?" Canada asked with dread and heartbreak, his voice barely above a whisper. Alfred looked away and yanked his shirt back down. "Yeah dude of course it did." Alfred said angrily, for some reason also quieting down to a whisper. "Had to get a crap ton of stitches too. Those were gone a few months ago but it's still sensitive, thanks for that by the way."
"Sorry," Canada apologized frantically while watching Alfred rub at his chest. "But... why hasn't it completely healed yet? Is it because your Capital was attacked?" Alfred shrugged and snorted to himself. "Probably. I mean, it's right over the last one so it makes sense. Could be worse, I could be like Russia with his heart literally falling out of him."
"Don't joke like that," Canada stated seriously. He didn't want Alfred jinxing himself. Alfred just grabbed him by the shoulder and grinned at him. "But seriously, chill man. I'm doing alright. I won't lie to you about that." Canada scanned his brother's face, able to tell they were being honest with him.
"You better not be," Canada finally said after a while, removing himself from Alfred's hand and walking back to his seat. As he went back to sipping his coffee Alfred went to grab their own mug, but froze mid way as they looked at their brother, noticing the dark shadow looming behind him.
It was Natalya, slowly stalking up behind Canada with a knife glinting in her hands. It appears she had hastily thrown on a nightgown, with only one of the straps properly wrapped around her shoulder. Alfred's hair stood on end as he started to panic, quickly shouting out, "I'm going to the bathroom dude!"
Canada flinched at the sudden noise but went back to drinking, glancing over at his bear near the sliding door to the porch. "Kumajiro no! Don't chew on Al's boots."
With Canada distracted and with an excuse to leave Alfred dived forward, tackling Natalya and rolling on the ground out of the room. Now in the hallway he wrapped his hands around her, her struggling to get out of his grip, her knife waving dangerously close to his face while her arms flew around.
"Let go of me you ass!" She outright screamed, scaring Alfred as he crawled further away from the door while still holding her tight. "What the hell are you trying to do? Stop trying to kill my brother!" He whisper yelled back at her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and tried to grab her knife wielding wrist with the other.
She kicked her legs out and struggled more in his grip. The skirt of her nightgown flying all over the place. "Release me you stupid bastard! If I stab him in the right place and quick enough he won't even realize what happened. By the time he came to we would have already finished fucking."
Giving up on grabbing her arm he then slapped his hand to her mouth. "Quit being so loud you're gonna get us caught!" Alfred demanded, Natalya refusing as she cursed behind his hand, eventually biting one of his fingers. He let out a yelp and nearly lost his grip, catching her at the last second. "I don't care. I've waited long enough for your return," she said, lashing out at him with the knife.
He arched his head away from the blade and stared at the back of her head. "It's barely even been five minutes." As she tried shouting back at him again he covered her mouth once more. He held her tight to his chest, doing his best not to remove his hand from her mouth as she tried to lick and bite his hand.
Slowly he made his way over to the bathroom, but was stopped as she managed to get one of his fingers into her mouth. His stomach sank as he prepared to be bitten again, but as her teeth came down on it they gently held the finger, and after a few seconds her tongue flicked over it.
In confusion he stopped moving and turned his head down to her, her looking back up at him with her blank, dark eyes as she started to suck on his finger, her body slowly moving back to rub against his front, her butt arching back and pressing against his crotch.
His face broke out into a fierce blush, unsure of what to do as she gazed into his eyes, releasing his spit-covered finger with a pop, followed by her hands grabbing at his thighs and her butt grating up and down on him, her breathing getting heavy and puffing warm air on his neck.
Finally he snapped out of it and guided her to the bathroom, locking the door behind them. He barely had time to turn around before she was all over him, trying to take his shirt and pants off, her lips nipping at the side of his Adam's apple.
"Nat settle down," Alfred urged while pushing her away by the shoulders, as much as he wanted to let her do what she wanted. Her nightgown dangled loosely on her, becoming wrinkled and falling down a bit in their struggle. Her breath was ragged, her chest heaving with her half exposed breasts rising up and down, hypnotizing Alfred as they threatened to fall out.
Her eyes were full of lust, her face and body flushed and hot. He had to avert his eyes, else he knew he wouldn't be able to resist her long. She has an allure anyone would struggle to ignore.
"Just go back to the room before you're seen. My bro is gonna get suspicious if I'm gone too long," he tried to reason in a serious tone, attempting to cut through the thick tension filling the room. But he struggled to keep the tremble out of his voice. Natalya grit her teeth and balled her fists. "Screw him! Just act like you had to take a shit and it took a long time."
Alfred couldn't help but laugh at the idea. "That's not an awful idea. But unfortunately he always has a weird twin sense of what I'm doing. If anything put him off he'd immediately start banging on the door wondering what I'm doing. Plus he's extra paranoid right now. And his bear would probably hear and smell us fooling around from here."
She crossed her arms under her chest, her breasts pushing up with a small bounce. "Him and that bear sound like stalkers to me." Alfred laughed again and smirked at her. "Now who's that remind you of? Anyway I need to get back, just go back upstairs and leave my bro alone, I'll try to be up there real soon."
She scowled at him as he opened the door to leave the room. "Alfred. I'm done waiting. You will take me right now and finish what you started, or I swear I'll do it!" She threatened, Alfred stopping in his tracks and slowly turning around to face her, his face stricken with horrified disbelief. "You wouldn't."
She stared at him seriously, her glare as intense and sharp as ever. "I absolutely will. Now get back in here and take those fucking pants off!" Alfred darted his eyes between her and the door to the kitchen, starting to sweat as he got caught in an ultimatum. He could feel with his own twin sense Canada's rising suspicion, but at the same time his mind was filling with carnal desire, the scantily clad woman in front of him essentially begging to be fucked.
If only he could just tell Canada about him and Natalya and be done with it, but Natalya would be infinitely more enraged than she is already, he can't threaten the security of their relationship for that. But on the other hand, Natalya will do that. The thing he has dreaded her following up on ever since she first asked about it.
He stared at the floor, rubbing the heat from his face while his brain fired on all cylinders, trying to find a compromise. But when none came to him he hung his head and admitted defeat. "Fuck!" Flashing his eyes over to his girlfriend his eyes scanned her body, noticing how her legs rubbed together and her nightgown clung to her body. Her curves and nudity clear to see through the clothing.
Grabbing her by the wrist he took her from the bathroom and raced back toward the stairs to return to the bedroom. "You're so lucky you're smoking hot dudette. We're gonna have to do this quick, because if he realizes I'm not in that bathroom I have no idea what excuse to come with." A sly grin spread across her face, her eyes dark and face burning as she let herself be pulled into the bedroom.
