America/Lithuania - sex at a meeting
anonymous
July 20 2010, 19:05:30 UTC
So I've seen a lot of 'nations having sex at a world meeting' including one where Poland and Lithuania have sex at one because they don't see each other with Liet being with Russia and all.
I want to see that with America and Lithuania. Because Lithuania is under Soviet control America doesn't get to see him often except at Russia's side during meeting. During one such meeting the two sneak away and have a little sexual foray (where is up to you).
Oh god, Lithuania... how long has it been? It’s been years... and you look so pained, scared, shaky- what’s happened to you?Since being taken over by the Soviet Union, Toris had attended no more than three world meetings. America remembered each one well. At the first, Lithuania had been about three shades paler than when he’d lived with America, and probably fifteen pounds lighter. He’d looked angry, for some reason, and hadn’t met America’s eyes the entire meeting. That day, a cold smirk had marked Russia’s face the entire time. The second time Lithuania attended a meeting alongside Russia, he had come in limping, and trembled every time Russia spoke to him
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Re: Liar 2/?
anonymous
August 10 2010, 22:28:21 UTC
America looked up as Toris crept into the room a few steps behind Russia. He wasn’t limping- Thank god- but he moved stiffly, as if sore. America worried as he looked the other man over, but then blue eyes met green and electricity hit the room. Toris shivered, America noted, and mouthed the words, ‘Wait for me’. America nodded slightly, and kept his eyes glued on the other man as he silently took a seat beside the taller blond. The meeting dragged on for ages, each speech more boring than the next. America tapped his pen idly against the table, watching as England said something he wasn’t listening to. America was about to excuse himself in hopes that Toris would follow me, when the brunette suddenly stood, pulling back from Russia as if he’d been whispering to him. -- “Vanya... I’m going to throw up... please... please... let me leave...” “What about your medicine?” “I didn’t bring it with me... please... being here makes me so nervous, I feel ill...” “Go. I don’t want my Litva getting sick, da?”“E-excuse me...” Toris said, his
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Re: Liar 3/?
anonymous
August 10 2010, 22:30:23 UTC
“I’m sorry,” America almost had to stop what he was doing. Toris was sorry for what that son of a bitch was doing to him. “Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that. None of this is your fault.” Before Toris could speak again his lips were captured in America’s in a kiss that screamed. ‘I love you. I need you. I’m sorry. I want to protect you. I’m so sorry.’ They didn’t need words. They just knew. More buttons were undone, and of course the bruising continued, but they both ignored it. This was their time, their moment, their whole world. Nothing else mattered.
Toris was unsure about letting Alfred see his scars. Because of this, he started to strip America in turn, first his bomber jacket, then his uniform jacket, then his shirt was halfway undone. Toris’ hands were shaking. I want this... he won’t hurt me. Old reflexes channeled fears but Lithuania didn’t want to give up. He looked straight into America’s eyes and continued undoing the shirt. It fell in a crinkled heap of white upon the floor, and neither of them cared that it
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Re: Liar 4/?
anonymous
August 10 2010, 22:31:15 UTC
America pushed himself all the way in, loving the soft sound of Lithuania’s moans. He smiled broadly as the other gasped his name. Slowly he began moving in and out, allowing the other to readjust to the feeling of his length. Only when Toris began to buck into his touch did America begin moving at the pace he truly desired- fast. As Lithuania moved a hand to touch his neglected member Alfred stopped him, and took it into his own hand with a smile that said ‘I’m not letting you do any of the work here.’ They moved together, perfect harmony in a never-ceasing movement. America could tell when the other drew close to climax. He felt the other give a great shudder and cry his name desperately as sticky white fluid splattered between them. America couldn’t take it any longer and felt his world go white as Lithuania’s walls milked him dry. The very same white fluid soon leaked from a certain hole
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I want to see that with America and Lithuania. Because Lithuania is under Soviet control America doesn't get to see him often except at Russia's side during meeting. During one such meeting the two sneak away and have a little sexual foray (where is up to you).
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The meeting dragged on for ages, each speech more boring than the next. America tapped his pen idly against the table, watching as England said something he wasn’t listening to. America was about to excuse himself in hopes that Toris would follow me, when the brunette suddenly stood, pulling back from Russia as if he’d been whispering to him.
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“Vanya... I’m going to throw up... please... please... let me leave...”
“What about your medicine?”
“I didn’t bring it with me... please... being here makes me so nervous, I feel ill...”
“Go. I don’t want my Litva getting sick, da?”“E-excuse me...” Toris said, his ( ... )
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“I’m sorry,”
America almost had to stop what he was doing. Toris was sorry for what that son of a bitch was doing to him.
“Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that. None of this is your fault.”
Before Toris could speak again his lips were captured in America’s in a kiss that screamed.
‘I love you. I need you. I’m sorry. I want to protect you. I’m so sorry.’
They didn’t need words. They just knew. More buttons were undone, and of course the bruising continued, but they both ignored it. This was their time, their moment, their whole world. Nothing else mattered.
Toris was unsure about letting Alfred see his scars. Because of this, he started to strip America in turn, first his bomber jacket, then his uniform jacket, then his shirt was halfway undone. Toris’ hands were shaking. I want this... he won’t hurt me. Old reflexes channeled fears but Lithuania didn’t want to give up. He looked straight into America’s eyes and continued undoing the shirt. It fell in a crinkled heap of white upon the floor, and neither of them cared that it ( ... )
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