Strawberry Gashes
Title: Strawberry Gashes
Author/Artist: me.
Characters/Pairings: AmericaxLithuania<-Russia, England and Canada
Rating: Soft R... maybe a PG-15
Warnings: erm...poorly writen super soft porn sex...Cause I can't write it to save my life., Language, Hate on Russia, that's it I think.
Summary: Song-fic using the song "Strawberry Gashes" by Jack off Jill. America's point of view, takes place during the Outsourcing strips.
Turn him over
America was leaning over Lithuania, planting gentle kisses along his jaw line, then slowly down his neck. America stopped for a brief moment to look at Lithuania, taking image of his glowing face. The candle light was flickering over their bodies, causing small orange and gold movies over their skin.
A candle is lit, I see through him
America could see the amount of pleasure that was slowly taking over Lithuania’s body. America rubbed his hands carefully over Lithuania’s nipples, he squirmed a bit under the touch. America chuckled lightly before taking one in his mouth and sucking it. Lithuania moaned softly as America’s tongue ran over his nipple.
America looked up at Lithuania through, half-lidded eyes and noticed the bright yellow-orange glow he had earlier was dimmed, several of the candles had gone out.
Blow it out and save all his ashes for me
America let go of the nipple he was sucking on and looked over the body he was so carefully pleasuring.
Curse me sold him
America inwardly frowned at the body that laid before him, cursing the one who hurt him.
The poison that runs its course through him
He knew that one wrong move could send Lithuania back to his previous state. He was determined not to.
“Mr.Alfred...?”Lithuania breathed, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, I promise.” America began kissing Lithuania again, silencing any questions that were left. He ghosted his hands over Lithuania’s torso, tracing the small scars that were there, then slowly going for the larger ones. America made a quite promise to himself, nothing was going to hurt Lithuania ever again.
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over
America watched Lithuania’s body twitch and moan and call out to America, as he cried. America tried to kiss the tears away, but there were just far too many. So many pains and struggles that he couldn’t help him with.
Watch me fault him
You're living like a disaster
He could only imagine the pain he had gone through. Lithuania called his name as he came. America felt the other tighten around him.
he said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over
----------
America was sitting out in his yard, under a large tree. He looked up at the branches, watching the sun filter in various shades of green. He remembered all the times he and Canada had played in this tree as children.
“Mr.Alfred! The coffee is ready!” He heard Lithuania calling out as he approached where America was sitting. Lithuania handed America the cup of coffee, before turning back around and beginning to walk away.
“Hold on a moment Toris.” Lithuania turned around.
Called him over
“How’re you feeling?”
“Wh-what?”
“Well, you know, compared to where you were.” Lithuania looked at the ground at the moment, before looking back up at America and smiling.
“I feel great, I like it here.”
and asked him if he was improving
he said "feels fine" it's wonderful, wonderful here
-------
America woke up in a cold sweat and panting. He had a horrible nightmare.
“mm...’Fred what’s wrong...?” Lithuania mumbled, half asleep.
“I didn’t mean to wake you. I just had a bad dream is all.”
Hex me told him
“Wanna talk ‘bout it?”
“...Not really. Don’t wanna give you ‘ightmares. What kinda hero would that make me?”
“Okay then...” America didn’t want to ruin the night with his nightmare. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that it would be one of those De ja vu dreams. America inwardly cursed, no. He wouldn’t allow that to happen. Russia would never get Lithuania back. He would never be allowed to hurt Lithuania ever again. He made a hero’s promise to himself to be sure.
I dreamt of a devil that knew him
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over
-------
America felt like shit. His head ached, his stomach turned, everything that could be wrong was going wrong.
His economy crashed, the world was angry at him, on top of that the dream he had several weeks ago kept coming back to haunt him.
There was a knock on the door. America answered it, hoping it would be England here again to check on Lithuania, like he had before. But all that was before him was happy Russian standing at his door.
“Здравствуйте, товарищ”
“What do you want, Russia” he nearly spat.
“I came here to retrieve what is mine. Seeing as you can’t properly take care of him anymore, da? It would be better for him if he lived with somebody who can.” Russia said his cheerfulness radiating off of him, it made America even sicker.
“How about, no. And get the fuck off of my land.” America tried slamming the door in Russia’s face, but Russia simply stuck his foot in the doorframe to stop the door from completely shutting, “Dammit, I will break your foot with this door if you do not remove it and go back to that wasteland you call a home, bastard.”
“That hurt, Молодой. I have done nothing to harm you.”
“Mr.Alfred...?” America quickly turned around to find Lithuania innocently standing in the room.
“Ah... Литва” Lithuania jumped.
“M-mr. Rusija! Wh-what are you doing here?!”
“I’ve come to take you home Lithuania.” Russia shoved the door open when he realized that America was completely distracted. Russia walked into America’s home and grabbed Lithuania flipping him over his shoulder.
I lay quiet
America didn’t know what to do, he could possibly even think of what to do.
“Mr.America...” Lithuania started.
waiting for his voice to say
“It’s okay, Mr. America. This isn’t your fault. This was bound to happen eventually.” Lithuania gave a weak smile.
“До свидания, Америка.” Russia said with his sickly sweet smile.
"Some things you lose and some things you just give away"
The door slammed shut behind them. America fell over on the floor and curled himself up in a ball.
“I let him down.” He said quietly, “I let that...bastard take him from me. He’s probably going to do horrible things.” America put his face in his hands, knocking off his glasses in the process, “And I can’t even get off the floor to even try and stop him. That fucking bastard.” He didn’t know which one he hated more, Russia or himself.
Scold me failed him
If only I'd held on tighter to him
Pale white skin that twisted and withered away from me away from me
America rarely cried like he did at that moment. Not even his pride could stop him from crying like he did.
Watch me lose him
America’s depression slowly turned to rage. He shoved himself off the ground, he leaned against a wall, angrily he walked towards the kitchen, stepping on his glasses along the way.
It's almost like losing myself
“If it had been somebody else!” a smashed vase, “Anybody but that son of bitch taking Lithuania away from me!” a broken table, “If I had just got off my ass and fucking went after him!” a shattered mirror, “and broke that fucking nose off that bastard!” a hole in the wall, “He’d still be here...” a whisper. America slouched against the wall of the bathroom he was now in. His arm was scratched, and his hand was bleeding rather badly. But he didn’t care, “I hope he can make it through...I will save him, dammit.”
Give him my soul
and let them take somebody else get away from me
America didn’t know how long he had been sitting on the floor, or when both Canada and England arrived and began panicking. What he did know is that he felt weak.
“Alfred, can you hear me?” He heard Canada call out, “Alfred, come on snap out of it!”
“Matt...?”
“Thank goodness he can speak.” England replied, “Matthew, I’m leaving him in your care for a moment. I’m going to go downstairs and try and find something warm to make him, and something to clean this mess.” England left the room.
“What happen, Al?”
“Russia...he took Toris...”
“Oh, Alfred.” Canada placed his arms around America. America clung to him. “I’m sorry...” Canada squeezed, “I’m so sorry, Alfred.”
Watch me fault him
You're living like a disaster
He said kill me faster
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned off.” Canada walked over to the shower and turned it on to warm it up. Canada walked back over to America and brought him over to the shower, placing him in the shower fully clothed. Canada slowly removed the articles of clothing off of America. Canada stopped and stared at his southern neighbor’s back and chest.
“H-how did...” Canada was at a loss of words, “Alfred how did this happen?!” America said nothing. England returned with a broom and a dust pan.
“What happened, Matthew?”
“Arthur, look.” Canada moved to show America’s body, “His upper body its covered wi-” America slowly glanced up at Canada and England and gave a weak smile.
“With strawberry gashes all over...all over me.”
~!A/N!~
Okay the song is called "Strawberry Gashes" and its by Jack off Jill, I ADORE this song. <3 I changed the lyrics just a tad, everytime you see "him" "he" "his" change it to the female pronoun and you got the song! 8D
now for translations:
Здравствуйте, товарищ-Hello, Comrade
Молодой- Young one
Литва-Lithuania
Rusija-Russia
До свидания, Америка.-Good bye, America
Translations done by Google Translator.
So yeah I'm sorry you had to read that fail!soft core piece at the top. ; A; I can't write it. I do much better at reading than writing lol.
Oh and I love Russia I do. ; A; But, I can imagine America having the huge hate for him at that moment.
Anyways....that's all I got to say
Author/Artist: me.
Characters/Pairings: AmericaxLithuania<-Russia, England and Canada
Rating: Soft R... maybe a PG-15
Warnings: erm...poorly writen super soft porn sex...Cause I can't write it to save my life., Language, Hate on Russia, that's it I think.
Summary: Song-fic using the song "Strawberry Gashes" by Jack off Jill. America's point of view, takes place during the Outsourcing strips.
Turn him over
America was leaning over Lithuania, planting gentle kisses along his jaw line, then slowly down his neck. America stopped for a brief moment to look at Lithuania, taking image of his glowing face. The candle light was flickering over their bodies, causing small orange and gold movies over their skin.
A candle is lit, I see through him
America could see the amount of pleasure that was slowly taking over Lithuania’s body. America rubbed his hands carefully over Lithuania’s nipples, he squirmed a bit under the touch. America chuckled lightly before taking one in his mouth and sucking it. Lithuania moaned softly as America’s tongue ran over his nipple.
America looked up at Lithuania through, half-lidded eyes and noticed the bright yellow-orange glow he had earlier was dimmed, several of the candles had gone out.
Blow it out and save all his ashes for me
America let go of the nipple he was sucking on and looked over the body he was so carefully pleasuring.
Curse me sold him
America inwardly frowned at the body that laid before him, cursing the one who hurt him.
The poison that runs its course through him
He knew that one wrong move could send Lithuania back to his previous state. He was determined not to.
“Mr.Alfred...?”Lithuania breathed, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, I promise.” America began kissing Lithuania again, silencing any questions that were left. He ghosted his hands over Lithuania’s torso, tracing the small scars that were there, then slowly going for the larger ones. America made a quite promise to himself, nothing was going to hurt Lithuania ever again.
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over
America watched Lithuania’s body twitch and moan and call out to America, as he cried. America tried to kiss the tears away, but there were just far too many. So many pains and struggles that he couldn’t help him with.
Watch me fault him
You're living like a disaster
He could only imagine the pain he had gone through. Lithuania called his name as he came. America felt the other tighten around him.
he said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes all over
----------
America was sitting out in his yard, under a large tree. He looked up at the branches, watching the sun filter in various shades of green. He remembered all the times he and Canada had played in this tree as children.
“Mr.Alfred! The coffee is ready!” He heard Lithuania calling out as he approached where America was sitting. Lithuania handed America the cup of coffee, before turning back around and beginning to walk away.
“Hold on a moment Toris.” Lithuania turned around.
Called him over
“How’re you feeling?”
“Wh-what?”
“Well, you know, compared to where you were.” Lithuania looked at the ground at the moment, before looking back up at America and smiling.
“I feel great, I like it here.”
and asked him if he was improving
he said "feels fine" it's wonderful, wonderful here
-------
America woke up in a cold sweat and panting. He had a horrible nightmare.
“mm...’Fred what’s wrong...?” Lithuania mumbled, half asleep.
“I didn’t mean to wake you. I just had a bad dream is all.”
Hex me told him
“Wanna talk ‘bout it?”
“...Not really. Don’t wanna give you ‘ightmares. What kinda hero would that make me?”
“Okay then...” America didn’t want to ruin the night with his nightmare. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that it would be one of those De ja vu dreams. America inwardly cursed, no. He wouldn’t allow that to happen. Russia would never get Lithuania back. He would never be allowed to hurt Lithuania ever again. He made a hero’s promise to himself to be sure.
I dreamt of a devil that knew him
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over
-------
America felt like shit. His head ached, his stomach turned, everything that could be wrong was going wrong.
His economy crashed, the world was angry at him, on top of that the dream he had several weeks ago kept coming back to haunt him.
There was a knock on the door. America answered it, hoping it would be England here again to check on Lithuania, like he had before. But all that was before him was happy Russian standing at his door.
“Здравствуйте, товарищ”
“What do you want, Russia” he nearly spat.
“I came here to retrieve what is mine. Seeing as you can’t properly take care of him anymore, da? It would be better for him if he lived with somebody who can.” Russia said his cheerfulness radiating off of him, it made America even sicker.
“How about, no. And get the fuck off of my land.” America tried slamming the door in Russia’s face, but Russia simply stuck his foot in the doorframe to stop the door from completely shutting, “Dammit, I will break your foot with this door if you do not remove it and go back to that wasteland you call a home, bastard.”
“That hurt, Молодой. I have done nothing to harm you.”
“Mr.Alfred...?” America quickly turned around to find Lithuania innocently standing in the room.
“Ah... Литва” Lithuania jumped.
“M-mr. Rusija! Wh-what are you doing here?!”
“I’ve come to take you home Lithuania.” Russia shoved the door open when he realized that America was completely distracted. Russia walked into America’s home and grabbed Lithuania flipping him over his shoulder.
I lay quiet
America didn’t know what to do, he could possibly even think of what to do.
“Mr.America...” Lithuania started.
waiting for his voice to say
“It’s okay, Mr. America. This isn’t your fault. This was bound to happen eventually.” Lithuania gave a weak smile.
“До свидания, Америка.” Russia said with his sickly sweet smile.
"Some things you lose and some things you just give away"
The door slammed shut behind them. America fell over on the floor and curled himself up in a ball.
“I let him down.” He said quietly, “I let that...bastard take him from me. He’s probably going to do horrible things.” America put his face in his hands, knocking off his glasses in the process, “And I can’t even get off the floor to even try and stop him. That fucking bastard.” He didn’t know which one he hated more, Russia or himself.
Scold me failed him
If only I'd held on tighter to him
Pale white skin that twisted and withered away from me away from me
America rarely cried like he did at that moment. Not even his pride could stop him from crying like he did.
Watch me lose him
America’s depression slowly turned to rage. He shoved himself off the ground, he leaned against a wall, angrily he walked towards the kitchen, stepping on his glasses along the way.
It's almost like losing myself
“If it had been somebody else!” a smashed vase, “Anybody but that son of bitch taking Lithuania away from me!” a broken table, “If I had just got off my ass and fucking went after him!” a shattered mirror, “and broke that fucking nose off that bastard!” a hole in the wall, “He’d still be here...” a whisper. America slouched against the wall of the bathroom he was now in. His arm was scratched, and his hand was bleeding rather badly. But he didn’t care, “I hope he can make it through...I will save him, dammit.”
Give him my soul
and let them take somebody else get away from me
America didn’t know how long he had been sitting on the floor, or when both Canada and England arrived and began panicking. What he did know is that he felt weak.
“Alfred, can you hear me?” He heard Canada call out, “Alfred, come on snap out of it!”
“Matt...?”
“Thank goodness he can speak.” England replied, “Matthew, I’m leaving him in your care for a moment. I’m going to go downstairs and try and find something warm to make him, and something to clean this mess.” England left the room.
“What happen, Al?”
“Russia...he took Toris...”
“Oh, Alfred.” Canada placed his arms around America. America clung to him. “I’m sorry...” Canada squeezed, “I’m so sorry, Alfred.”
Watch me fault him
You're living like a disaster
He said kill me faster
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned off.” Canada walked over to the shower and turned it on to warm it up. Canada walked back over to America and brought him over to the shower, placing him in the shower fully clothed. Canada slowly removed the articles of clothing off of America. Canada stopped and stared at his southern neighbor’s back and chest.
“H-how did...” Canada was at a loss of words, “Alfred how did this happen?!” America said nothing. England returned with a broom and a dust pan.
“What happened, Matthew?”
“Arthur, look.” Canada moved to show America’s body, “His upper body its covered wi-” America slowly glanced up at Canada and England and gave a weak smile.
“With strawberry gashes all over...all over me.”
~!A/N!~
Okay the song is called "Strawberry Gashes" and its by Jack off Jill, I ADORE this song. <3 I changed the lyrics just a tad, everytime you see "him" "he" "his" change it to the female pronoun and you got the song! 8D
now for translations:
Здравствуйте, товарищ-Hello, Comrade
Молодой- Young one
Литва-Lithuania
Rusija-Russia
До свидания, Америка.-Good bye, America
Translations done by Google Translator.
So yeah I'm sorry you had to read that fail!soft core piece at the top. ; A; I can't write it. I do much better at reading than writing lol.
Oh and I love Russia I do. ; A; But, I can imagine America having the huge hate for him at that moment.
Anyways....that's all I got to say