“You coming over on the 25th, or am I coming here again?” America asked as he buttoned his shirt up.
“We have not been to your place in a while, da?” Russia asked, still tangled in the heavy sheets of his bed. America nodded as he slipped on his tie. Russia closed his violet eyes. “Then I will come to you.”
“Alright, I’ll make the sure the states are out of the house then.” He walked over to the bed in his socks, placing a hand on the mattress and leaning down. “I’ll see you then.” He stops an inch in front of Russia’s face, his face twisted up in internal arguing. Russia opened his eyes as he felt the soft breath over his lips.
“I will see you in 3 days, comrade.” And then he turned over in bed. All America wanted to do was hold Russia like he did earlier, and touch him and
( ... )
Part 6- Expect the Unexpected (Russia/America) pt. 2
anonymous
March 30 2010, 22:31:43 UTC
Germany started sputtering as he attempted to go on with his speech. England started blaming France for his influence in America’s upbringing. Russia stands up and leaves the room, shooting America one of his murderous glares. As mass chaos rages in the conference room, all America can wonder is ‘why is Russia leaving?’ and runs after him.
“Hey, Russia!” America called, jogging to catch up with the taller nation’s long stride. “Why are you leaving?”
Russia whirled around, grabbing him by the shoulder of his bomber jacket and slamming him against the wall. “Who put you up to this?” he hissed.
“Huh?” America reached up and pushed Texas farther up his nose to see Russia’s face better. “Who put me up to what?”
“Who told you to say that?”
“I told me to say that!” he exclaimed. “Why would anyone have to tell me that I love you?”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I love you, Russia,” America responded, smiling blindingly.
“No you don’t. Who. Told. You. To do this?”
“Well, if you won’t believe me, I’ll have to
( ... )
Part 6- Expect the Unexpected (Russia/America) pt. 3
anonymous
March 30 2010, 22:35:23 UTC
“I love you.”
“Stop-“ Russia started, raising his head. America took his chance and shot his head forward to connect their lips.
The way they were standing, the only way for Ivan to get away was to release Alfred’s wrists. When they were free, America pulled the other closer again. He pressed insistently, sliding his lips over surprisingly warm ones. His lips were pried open by Russia’s tongue, and he smiled as he opened his mouth. Ivan’s tongue rubbed roughly against his, which elicited a small moan. Alfred pushed up against his lover, molding their hips and chests together.
“Ah!” He threw his head back, inadvertently breaking the kiss and canting his hips up again. Once his brain re-solidified, he started on undoing Russia’s jacket again.
After a minute or so of Russia standing motionless with America pressed up against him, he pushed Alfred by the shoulders against the wall once again. The darker blond whimpered and tried to push forward, opening his eyes when he couldn’t.
Part 6- Expect the Unexpected (Russia/America) pt. 4
anonymous
March 30 2010, 22:38:16 UTC
“Unh!” Alfred’s hips moves back against the digits, letting out another moan as the fingers pressed against his prostate again. A third finger was pushed in, this time only slightly uncomfortable.
Ivan withdrew his fingers, raising his own hand to his lips. America pushed the hand back down, unhooking his leg and falling to his knees in front of Russia.
“Al-ah…” Russia let out a quiet groan as Alfred engulfed him entirely. The darker blond’s lips and tongue worked furiously, then pulled away leaving a coating of saliva behind. Alfred stood up again, pulling his lover close again.
“I’m ready. Do it.”
Ivan grabbed America’s hips and lifted him up. Alfred wrapped his hips around his waist, his hands gripping the pale shoulders. Slowly, America lowered himself, until Russia was entirely sheathed in him.
“Alfred,” Ivan groaned, doing his best to stay still.
“This is what you feel every time?” Alfred asked, tears pricking the corners of his eyes because of the immense pain of being completely filled. Russia nodded
( ... )
Part 6- Expect the Unexpected (Russia/America) pt. 5
anonymous
March 30 2010, 22:40:48 UTC
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Back in the World Conference, or what was left of it, chaos had ensued.
“Let me go!” England roared, struggling against France and Spain’s hold on him. “He’s attacking America! Did you hear that yelling?!”
“They are not fighting, Angleterre!” France replied.
“Then…then…Russia’s RAPING America! Let me go!”
“It’s not rape if you are willing! C’est l’amour!”
“I’m going to kill America,” Belarus seethed, held back by Ukraine. “I’m the one who loves Brother! I will become one with him!”
“Don’t you dare touch America!” England screamed at her. “If you do, I’ll show you exactly why I used to be called the British Empire!”
“They must be having a really loud argument in there!” Italy exclaimed. “Maybe they’re wrestling or something, too!”
Germany facepalmed.
“Hey, Austria,” Prussia said, wrapping an arm around the other’s shoulders. “Why don’t we try doing it in a conference room sometime, too? Only going at it in the bedroom…and the piano room…and the kitchen…we could try a change of
( ... )
already been posted on ff.net, but now its going up here =)
“You coming over on the 25th, or am I coming here again?” America asked as he buttoned his shirt up.
“We have not been to your place in a while, da?” Russia asked, still tangled in the heavy sheets of his bed. America nodded as he slipped on his tie. Russia closed his violet eyes. “Then I will come to you.”
“Alright, I’ll make the sure the states are out of the house then.” He walked over to the bed in his socks, placing a hand on the mattress and leaning down. “I’ll see you then.” He stops an inch in front of Russia’s face, his face twisted up in internal arguing. Russia opened his eyes as he felt the soft breath over his lips.
“I will see you in 3 days, comrade.” And then he turned over in bed. All America wanted to do was hold Russia like he did earlier, and touch him and ( ... )
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“Hey, Russia!” America called, jogging to catch up with the taller nation’s long stride. “Why are you leaving?”
Russia whirled around, grabbing him by the shoulder of his bomber jacket and slamming him against the wall. “Who put you up to this?” he hissed.
“Huh?” America reached up and pushed Texas farther up his nose to see Russia’s face better. “Who put me up to what?”
“Who told you to say that?”
“I told me to say that!” he exclaimed. “Why would anyone have to tell me that I love you?”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I love you, Russia,” America responded, smiling blindingly.
“No you don’t. Who. Told. You. To do this?”
“Well, if you won’t believe me, I’ll have to ( ... )
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“Stop-“ Russia started, raising his head. America took his chance and shot his head forward to connect their lips.
The way they were standing, the only way for Ivan to get away was to release Alfred’s wrists. When they were free, America pulled the other closer again. He pressed insistently, sliding his lips over surprisingly warm ones. His lips were pried open by Russia’s tongue, and he smiled as he opened his mouth. Ivan’s tongue rubbed roughly against his, which elicited a small moan. Alfred pushed up against his lover, molding their hips and chests together.
“Ah!” He threw his head back, inadvertently breaking the kiss and canting his hips up again. Once his brain re-solidified, he started on undoing Russia’s jacket again.
After a minute or so of Russia standing motionless with America pressed up against him, he pushed Alfred by the shoulders against the wall once again. The darker blond whimpered and tried to push forward, opening his eyes when he couldn’t.
“Why?” America asked, panting.
“ ( ... )
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Ivan withdrew his fingers, raising his own hand to his lips. America pushed the hand back down, unhooking his leg and falling to his knees in front of Russia.
“Al-ah…” Russia let out a quiet groan as Alfred engulfed him entirely. The darker blond’s lips and tongue worked furiously, then pulled away leaving a coating of saliva behind. Alfred stood up again, pulling his lover close again.
“I’m ready. Do it.”
Ivan grabbed America’s hips and lifted him up. Alfred wrapped his hips around his waist, his hands gripping the pale shoulders. Slowly, America lowered himself, until Russia was entirely sheathed in him.
“Alfred,” Ivan groaned, doing his best to stay still.
“This is what you feel every time?” Alfred asked, tears pricking the corners of his eyes because of the immense pain of being completely filled. Russia nodded ( ... )
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Back in the World Conference, or what was left of it, chaos had ensued.
“Let me go!” England roared, struggling against France and Spain’s hold on him. “He’s attacking America! Did you hear that yelling?!”
“They are not fighting, Angleterre!” France replied.
“Then…then…Russia’s RAPING America! Let me go!”
“It’s not rape if you are willing! C’est l’amour!”
“I’m going to kill America,” Belarus seethed, held back by Ukraine. “I’m the one who loves Brother! I will become one with him!”
“Don’t you dare touch America!” England screamed at her. “If you do, I’ll show you exactly why I used to be called the British Empire!”
“They must be having a really loud argument in there!” Italy exclaimed. “Maybe they’re wrestling or something, too!”
Germany facepalmed.
“Hey, Austria,” Prussia said, wrapping an arm around the other’s shoulders. “Why don’t we try doing it in a conference room sometime, too? Only going at it in the bedroom…and the piano room…and the kitchen…we could try a change of ( ... )
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-This mixture of love, and russiamerica, and SEX. UNFFFFFFF UNFFFFFFFF UNFFFFFF AND SOME UNGGGHHH!
It was gorgeous. I loved it. And I thank you soo damn much for writing this. I swear. I love you forever oh mighty author!anon. ♥♥
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this.... was AMAZING
Every time i see russia/amica on here im kinda like "ohhh! pice of CANDY!"
reCaptcha: jangled much? why yes...
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Finally~ America was bold enough to admit his feelings, even though Russia was doubtful.
And I love the sprinkle of Austria/Prussia there.. *u*
kitchen and piano room, eh?
*coughcough*
ReCaptcha: cheep satisfy -> not so sure what you mean by cheep, Captcha.. but yes.. *u* they are Satisfied... very.. :D
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