Canada/Russia. Warning for dub(or is it non?)con.It was just like any other G20 summit. Or, that is to say, about a half hour before one. For various reasons, there were several nations that regularly showed up early-to get the best seats, to get away from their hotel roommate, their internal clock was screwed up, etc
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The Best Seat In The House 1b/1
anonymous
October 12 2010, 20:11:38 UTC
His overworked and overstressed and just generally annoyed side returned. To hell with poking Russia with a pen.
It took a lot more shifting around to achieve victory. Canada wasn't even entirely sure how he succeeded in drawing his own zipper down, but he did it! And with much relief, too, all that shifting around had made his pants quite constricting. Not that being trapped under Russia wasn't. Then all he had to do was wiggle around a bit more... just like that... there... yank that up... and voila! He had managed to pull Russia's stupid oversized coat up. Without Russia even noticing. Okay, next. Surely the oblivious nation would realize somebody was trying to coax his pants down. And at long last, a reaction! Russia looked around in confusion again, absently reaching back to pull them up. Canada smacked his hand away.
Canada wasn't by nature a mean soul. Okay, so here he was plotting his neighbor's... well... rape. But that didn't mean he wanted Russia to suffer. Fortunately, Russia was the sort to pilfer his hotel room for
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The Best Seat In The House 1c/1
anonymous
October 12 2010, 20:13:15 UTC
“I...” Russia glanced around the room, still trembling in the aftereffects. “Uh...”
He jolted out of his chair, adjusting his clothes as he hurried from the room.
Canada gaped after him along with the others. Noooo! He was this close! Now what!? He would have to finish it himself! It wasn't like anybody would notice, but still! It would have been nice to be able to finish in that nice warm soft tight... oh well...
He was just reaching down to take care of that when the door slammed open. “What the hell did Russia just go tearing out for?” America wondered as he strolled into the room.
“We have no idea,” Australia said quickly, face still red.
“Huh. Oh, score!” America made a beeline toward Canada's chair, completely oblivious to the person sitting in it with throbbing cock in hand. “The corner chair's available!” He plopped down with a contented sigh, shifting around to make himself comfortable.
Re: The Best Seat In The House 1c/1
anonymous
October 12 2010, 20:54:37 UTC
THANK YOU for that piece of utter awesomeness! XD Your characterization of Canada, first of all, = major <3's! Second, the fact that Russia the rapetruck got up-trucked? Love ~ And the ending...winwinwin!
Re: The Best Seat In The House 1c/1
anonymous
October 12 2010, 23:53:02 UTC
Pffff, this is all kinds of awesome ever achieved before, and some new. Poor Russia and his reactions had me loling at every turn...your Canada was awesomely evi! And the implication of twin hotness there at the end...damn, but I wish you'd ve writtnen itXD
Canada/Russia. Warning for dub(or is it non?)con.It was just like any other G20 summit. Or, that is to say, about a half hour before one. For various reasons, there were several nations that regularly showed up early-to get the best seats, to get away from their hotel roommate, their internal clock was screwed up, etc ( ... )
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It took a lot more shifting around to achieve victory. Canada wasn't even entirely sure how he succeeded in drawing his own zipper down, but he did it! And with much relief, too, all that shifting around had made his pants quite constricting. Not that being trapped under Russia wasn't. Then all he had to do was wiggle around a bit more... just like that... there... yank that up... and voila! He had managed to pull Russia's stupid oversized coat up. Without Russia even noticing. Okay, next. Surely the oblivious nation would realize somebody was trying to coax his pants down. And at long last, a reaction! Russia looked around in confusion again, absently reaching back to pull them up. Canada smacked his hand away.
Canada wasn't by nature a mean soul. Okay, so here he was plotting his neighbor's... well... rape. But that didn't mean he wanted Russia to suffer. Fortunately, Russia was the sort to pilfer his hotel room for ( ... )
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He jolted out of his chair, adjusting his clothes as he hurried from the room.
Canada gaped after him along with the others. Noooo! He was this close! Now what!? He would have to finish it himself! It wasn't like anybody would notice, but still! It would have been nice to be able to finish in that nice warm soft tight... oh well...
He was just reaching down to take care of that when the door slammed open. “What the hell did Russia just go tearing out for?” America wondered as he strolled into the room.
“We have no idea,” Australia said quickly, face still red.
“Huh. Oh, score!” America made a beeline toward Canada's chair, completely oblivious to the person sitting in it with throbbing cock in hand. “The corner chair's available!” He plopped down with a contented sigh, shifting around to make himself comfortable.
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Sorry, gushing. I'll stop now.
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Serious, you have to write Alfred rape! Come on, he'd probably enjoy Canadian bacon all up in his grill
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