Canada loses some kind of bet, and must serve any nation for a week (though OP would like it to be either America, UK, or Russia or all of them) and Canada is completely oblivious to what the nation really 'wants' (instead, he thinks the nation wants his house to be cleaned or something)
The nation finally just snaps and orders Canada to 'service' him
With RusCan and AmeCan. And not too much snapping.Canada held a carpet cleaner spray bottle in each hand, studying them like a man trying to choose between two engagement rings. After a long moment, he selected the one that was on sale and added it to his half-full shopping cart, returning the other to the shelf. He studied the contents of his cart, then glanced at his shopping list
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Service With A Smile 3a/3
anonymous
June 5 2011, 05:13:22 UTC
“Canada...” Russia leaned forward, resting his chin against his folded hands. His cool expression seemed to soften as he studied Canada's earnest smile. “Were you planning on cleaning and cooking for the entire week
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Service With A Smile 3b/3
anonymous
June 5 2011, 05:14:25 UTC
Russia rubbed his chin. “I thought 'junk' referred to penis and testicles together.”
“Oh, not you, too!”
Canada firmly ignored them. He knelt down in front of his brother and took a deep breath, then reached into his boxers to tug his erection out. America relaxed back into the cushions with a long sigh of pleasure. Geez, he was already hard...
“You get his mouth first?” Russia said, sounding rather unhappy.
“It was my idea! You joined the bet later.”
“You were too stupid to get the point of the bet across.”
“Doesn't matter.”
“Very well then.” His voice suddenly became pleased. “Then I get him from behind first.”
“What?” America scowled. “Nooo way.”
“Yes way~” Russia sing-songed.
“You're too damn big! I don't want your sloppy seconds.”
“Just sh-shut up and do it,” Canada mumbled, trying to pretend he wasn't kneeling there in nothing but an apron, his brother's penis-cock in hand, Russia behind him, and being called somebody's sloppy seconds“Up,” Russia said, and suddenly his large hands were on Canada's hips, their coolness
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Service With A Smile 3c/3
anonymous
June 5 2011, 05:16:14 UTC
When Canada decided he wasn't going to suddenly bite anything he shouldn't, he resumed licking his brother. After another deep breath, he sucked the head into his mouth. America made gasps and mewls of pleasure as Canada lapped at the underside and suckled gently.
Russia drew out and thrust back in, startling Canada, forcing his body forward and America's cock deeper. He felt a moment of panic as he gagged slightly, but firmly told himself America would not appreciate secondhand poutine on his genitals, and got his gag reflex under control. Russia thrust again, and Canada gave a muffled moan.
“Ah... see?” America said with a groan. “I told you he'd enjoy it.”
Canada whimpered, wanting to sink into the floor and disappear. Now they thought he was a whore! Never mind that he had two cocks inside him and it kind of did feel good... Well, Russia's did, he couldn't very well say the one in his mouth felt good, and... Russia thrust again and hit that spot and Canada's train of thought completely derailed. His concern about his
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Re: Service With A Smile 3d/3
anonymous
June 5 2011, 14:45:15 UTC
I can't believe how amazing this is. The dialogue is funny, the sex is hot, and everyone is in character! You have me literally laughing out loud at parts and genuinely happy when I see an update on the fills list.
I'm here for the RusCan, though you write the AmCan well enough that I enjoy reading that, too.
Also... I'm totally with the anon looking for an epilogue. ^^;; (Russia in the bathtub? Tying Canada down and using the toys?)
Canada loses some kind of bet, and must serve any nation for a week (though OP would like it to be either America, UK, or Russia or all of them) and Canada is completely oblivious to what the nation really 'wants' (instead, he thinks the nation wants his house to be cleaned or something)
The nation finally just snaps and orders Canada to 'service' him
With RusCan and AmeCan. And not too much snapping.Canada held a carpet cleaner spray bottle in each hand, studying them like a man trying to choose between two engagement rings. After a long moment, he selected the one that was on sale and added it to his half-full shopping cart, returning the other to the shelf. He studied the contents of his cart, then glanced at his shopping list ( ... )
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LOL at Russia's reaction to poutine. XD
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“Oh, not you, too!”
Canada firmly ignored them. He knelt down in front of his brother and took a deep breath, then reached into his boxers to tug his erection out. America relaxed back into the cushions with a long sigh of pleasure. Geez, he was already hard...
“You get his mouth first?” Russia said, sounding rather unhappy.
“It was my idea! You joined the bet later.”
“You were too stupid to get the point of the bet across.”
“Doesn't matter.”
“Very well then.” His voice suddenly became pleased. “Then I get him from behind first.”
“What?” America scowled. “Nooo way.”
“Yes way~” Russia sing-songed.
“You're too damn big! I don't want your sloppy seconds.”
“Just sh-shut up and do it,” Canada mumbled, trying to pretend he wasn't kneeling there in nothing but an apron, his brother's penis-cock in hand, Russia behind him, and being called somebody's sloppy seconds“Up,” Russia said, and suddenly his large hands were on Canada's hips, their coolness ( ... )
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Russia drew out and thrust back in, startling Canada, forcing his body forward and America's cock deeper. He felt a moment of panic as he gagged slightly, but firmly told himself America would not appreciate secondhand poutine on his genitals, and got his gag reflex under control. Russia thrust again, and Canada gave a muffled moan.
“Ah... see?” America said with a groan. “I told you he'd enjoy it.”
Canada whimpered, wanting to sink into the floor and disappear. Now they thought he was a whore! Never mind that he had two cocks inside him and it kind of did feel good... Well, Russia's did, he couldn't very well say the one in his mouth felt good, and... Russia thrust again and hit that spot and Canada's train of thought completely derailed. His concern about his ( ... )
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“I have a maid outfit,” America said. “A dress. It has a short skirt...”
Canada groaned. The maid dress again... “Why do you have that?”
“It was a gift.”
“Is your tub big enough for three?” Russia asked.
“Maybe if the third was China. Not you.”
“Then we will need to compete. Winner bathes with him.”
“I can really bathe myself...” Canada said.
America ignored him. “You're on!”
“The loser can have him first in his maid dress.”
“Wait, then maybe I don't want to win...”
“Um, guys...?” Canada squeaked.
Russia was rubbing his chin. “Do you still have those restraints?”
“Yup!”
“Guys?”
“Excellent. I have brought many toys.”
Canada had a sinking feeling Russia didn't mean teddy bears and kites.
“Awesome! Okay, a round of video games will determine the bath winner.”
“I have brought Tetris.”
“Hell no, you cheat!”
“I do not.”
Canada fled from the room, stained apron held tightly in his arms. Geez. The things he did for hockey.
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I'm here for the RusCan, though you write the AmCan well enough that I enjoy reading that, too.
Also... I'm totally with the anon looking for an epilogue. ^^;; (Russia in the bathtub? Tying Canada down and using the toys?)
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(btw if you do decide to write an epilogue I'll love you forever!)
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