russia/canada - phonesex
anonymous
September 18 2011, 05:05:33 UTC
notice how russia called canada on the phone in the latest special episode?
I want to see them not talk about polar bears gnawing on russia's head, but having phonesex initiated by russia, since it seems he's not totally oblivious to the fact canada exists after all.
bonus: russia describing the cold turns canada on.
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anonymous
September 20 2011, 22:00:01 UTC
The phone rings and Canada reaches across absent-mindedly to pick it up from the coffee table. His eyes are set on the television across the room because there’s a rather fascinating documentary about the life of raccoons playing out across the screen. Assuming it must be his brother calling, Canada answers the phone call with a greeting of, “Hey, America.”
“I am not America,” a rather non-American voice replies; whoever it is sounds irritated at the suggestion, and Canada can give a pretty good guess as to who it is. “I am Russia.”
“Oh,” Canada says, frowning. “Hey, Russia. Why’re you calling?”
“Boredom,” Russia replies simply, his tone reverting to his usually one of cheer. “We have not spoken for... hm, quite a while.”
“Yeah, it’s a shame,” Canada says, flicking the volume to ‘mute’ on the television. He finds himself smiling but he doesn’t know why. “So how’ve you been?”
“Ah! I have been... good. Yes, good. Thank you for asking. And you?“I’ve been good, too,” Canada says, shifting to lie down across the sofa. “Well, things
( ... )
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anonymous
September 20 2011, 22:01:19 UTC
There’s a moment of silence and as Canada waits for Russia to reply he watches another minute or so of the documentary on TV. The sound is still muted but it’s on an advert break anyway so he’s not missing much.
“Why not? Have you not had sex before?”
Drawn back from the dull distraction of television, Canada is quick to respond, “Of course I have! It just took me off guard to hear you say something like that out of the blue!”
Russia pauses before saying, “It was not out of the blue. We were listing nice experiences.”
“Not all sexual encounters are nice experiences,” Canada replies, attempting to repress already-emerging memories that he would rather just forget altogether.
“I agree. But if you choose to have sex with nice people, then it is usually a nice experience, да?”
“I... This conversation is making me feel uncomfortable,” Canada says, but Russia doesn’t seem to hear him.
“After all, there is no better feeling than having someone’s вход around your хуй.At that moment, Canada is glad he doesn’t know Russian. But there’s
( ... )
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anonymous
September 20 2011, 22:02:02 UTC
Being desired is a strange thing to be and it turns Canada on, a hand slipping down to his crotch and palming his cock through his trousers. The weight of it is heavy in his hand and he struggles with his belt buckle when he decides he can no longer withstand the feel of it trapped inside his trousers.
“Are you touching yourself, Canada?”
Tugging down his boxers, Canada hisses as his prick is freed from it restrictions; the cool air of the room against the hot skin of his cock feels like someone’s stroking the shaft. “Maybe.”
Russia sounds delighted. “Would you prefer it if I touched you instead?”
Canada grips his cock and runs his hand from root to tip, easing back the skin to sweep a thumb across the pink tip. “Y-yeah.”
“I think I would like that, too.There’s a sound of a zip being undone on the other end of the phone and Canada imagines how big Russia must be. He’s a tall guy so it would make sense for him to have a penis of the same proportions. Not that Canada particularly minds; he thinks he’d just enjoy the warmth of
( ... )
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anonymous
September 20 2011, 22:02:31 UTC
Russia lets out a surprisingly guttural groan and then there’s only panting and wincing, the phone line crackling from the force of the sounds. His previous serenity is thrown to the wind and it’s all over in seconds but it feels like an hour.
Canada continues to rub along the length of his cock, listening intently as Russia tries to regulate his breathing. “You done?”
“No. I want to hear you.”
One Russia’s finished with his request, Canada lets out a contented sigh as his orgasm starts in his stomach. It’s a tight coil of friction and pressure and oh God as it’s surging through his cock and escaping in a burst of fluid that renders his entire body limp. He lets out some sort of sound as he climaxes and Russia talks him through it, every wave as he spills himself over his stomach. “You’re such a tease, Canada; you sound so beautiful, I want to see it happening...When the last of Canada’s orgasm dies away he stares at the phone that’s lain on the sofa next to him and waits for Russia to speak, unable to think of anything he could
( ... )
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anonymous
September 21 2011, 00:58:11 UTC
You have this anon hooked lined and sunk. I mean, wow, I loved everything in that fic. The only way things can get more hotter is if they end up meeting and doing it for reals. But I never knew I would like phonesex, this is definatly a new side of myself I discovered so thanks a lot. XD
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anonymous
September 24 2011, 03:03:37 UTC
Ahhhhh my unloved OTP! <3 <3 <3
This is seriously awesome. The dialogue is perfect, and the characterization is funny but spot-on. I know you would probably prefer a more detailed comment, but this is all I can leave for now :D Just know I <3 it!
I want to see them not talk about polar bears gnawing on russia's head, but having phonesex initiated by russia, since it seems he's not totally oblivious to the fact canada exists after all.
bonus: russia describing the cold turns canada on.
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“I am not America,” a rather non-American voice replies; whoever it is sounds irritated at the suggestion, and Canada can give a pretty good guess as to who it is. “I am Russia.”
“Oh,” Canada says, frowning. “Hey, Russia. Why’re you calling?”
“Boredom,” Russia replies simply, his tone reverting to his usually one of cheer. “We have not spoken for... hm, quite a while.”
“Yeah, it’s a shame,” Canada says, flicking the volume to ‘mute’ on the television. He finds himself smiling but he doesn’t know why. “So how’ve you been?”
“Ah! I have been... good. Yes, good. Thank you for asking. And you?“I’ve been good, too,” Canada says, shifting to lie down across the sofa. “Well, things ( ... )
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“Why not? Have you not had sex before?”
Drawn back from the dull distraction of television, Canada is quick to respond, “Of course I have! It just took me off guard to hear you say something like that out of the blue!”
Russia pauses before saying, “It was not out of the blue. We were listing nice experiences.”
“Not all sexual encounters are nice experiences,” Canada replies, attempting to repress already-emerging memories that he would rather just forget altogether.
“I agree. But if you choose to have sex with nice people, then it is usually a nice experience, да?”
“I... This conversation is making me feel uncomfortable,” Canada says, but Russia doesn’t seem to hear him.
“After all, there is no better feeling than having someone’s вход around your хуй.At that moment, Canada is glad he doesn’t know Russian. But there’s ( ... )
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“Are you touching yourself, Canada?”
Tugging down his boxers, Canada hisses as his prick is freed from it restrictions; the cool air of the room against the hot skin of his cock feels like someone’s stroking the shaft. “Maybe.”
Russia sounds delighted. “Would you prefer it if I touched you instead?”
Canada grips his cock and runs his hand from root to tip, easing back the skin to sweep a thumb across the pink tip. “Y-yeah.”
“I think I would like that, too.There’s a sound of a zip being undone on the other end of the phone and Canada imagines how big Russia must be. He’s a tall guy so it would make sense for him to have a penis of the same proportions. Not that Canada particularly minds; he thinks he’d just enjoy the warmth of ( ... )
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Canada continues to rub along the length of his cock, listening intently as Russia tries to regulate his breathing. “You done?”
“No. I want to hear you.”
One Russia’s finished with his request, Canada lets out a contented sigh as his orgasm starts in his stomach. It’s a tight coil of friction and pressure and oh God as it’s surging through his cock and escaping in a burst of fluid that renders his entire body limp. He lets out some sort of sound as he climaxes and Russia talks him through it, every wave as he spills himself over his stomach. “You’re such a tease, Canada; you sound so beautiful, I want to see it happening...When the last of Canada’s orgasm dies away he stares at the phone that’s lain on the sofa next to him and waits for Russia to speak, unable to think of anything he could ( ... )
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This is seriously awesome. The dialogue is perfect, and the characterization is funny but spot-on. I know you would probably prefer a more detailed comment, but this is all I can leave for now :D Just know I <3 it!
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