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Russia laughed. "I mean of course that I had been watching you so long, and yet I did not realize that I, too, was being watched."
The Canadian's mouth shaped into a small 'o' of understanding, and he smiled and let the Russian pull him in to his arms. They stood for a good moment, silent and embracing each other, until finally something occurred to them both. They pulled apart and looked at each other, both shy at what they were about to say.
"Ah, are you-?"
"Erm..."
Matthew's face turned scarlet again and he looked away sheepishly, which made Ivan just want to laugh and pull the Canadian back to him. "I thought so..." said Canadian mumbled. "If you want, we could...?"
"No, er, not now... it's too soon," Russia said, although he was finding it increasingly difficult to resist jumping his smaller companion. But Matthew simply smiled, seeming to appreciate the Russian's view on this matter.
The smile did not last long until it turned into and almost devious grin, and again Ivan found it extremely hard not to just ravish the Canadian's body then and there. "What are you thinking?" he asked.
"America's been bugging me," Canada said simply, as if that would explain it. At the confused look he got, he continued, "And I know he's been bothering you. He'd hate to see us like this, especially since he's been screaming at us to stop for the past hour or so..."
Ivan caught on quickly and smiled, also devious and a little bit too malicious, but Canada completely ignored that.
"Da. Let's to it, then."
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I love this two and their thinking (or your writing). So much love to Ivan here. <3333333333
Alfred's surely getting a heart-attack once he get through the door. Wait, is he still banging at it? XD
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You know, I've always said he was a sly thing. This just proves it haha.
America is going to go insane I think...if he hasn't already XD
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Panting heavily, scratching at the door weakly, America slumped forwards. "Ma-Matt... don't worry... I'm... I'm coming!" He huffed. But just as he was about to reach for the doorknob, more to pull himself up than anything, the door swung open. America looked up (for he was on the ground and Ivan was rather tall), and then suddenly his jaw went slack. He covered his eyes with one hand and scrambled backwards, pointing with the free hand ahead of him.
"Y-You!" he cried, waving his pointing hand up and down furiously. "L-let Matthew go! Right now!"
"Hmm? But why?" Ivan asked, smiling as if nothing at all were wrong, when clearly, something was very wrong indeed. What could the problem be in him holding on to the Canadian like this? He was simply carrying him to prevent more drenched footprints on the carpet than there really needed to be. "Is something the matter, America?"
"Yes, something's the matter!" Alfred responded a little bit too loudly. This caused France and England to look up from their place on the floor, making out and, much to Canada's embarrassment, making love. To further Matthew's embarrassment, France actually looked like he approved of this, whereas England looked far too aroused to even realize what was going on.
"Oh? Like what?" Ivan asked childishly. "I see no problem here. Do you, Matthew?"
Matthew snapped out of his thoughts and looked up happily into Ivan's eyes, blushing only slightly. "No, I don't see anything wrong. Nothing in the slightest. Alfred?"
"Yes, I do!" the American shouted indignantly. "You, as a matter of fact!"
The two dripping wet men looked at Alfred as if he were insane.
He elaborated: "I saw you two... doing, uh, stuff... in there!"
"Well, we were swimming, Alfred -- It's generally what people do in swimming pools --"
"Matthew, don't be mean to me! I'm trying to save you!" Alfred interrupted angrily. "If you were just swimming, then why are you naked?!"
"We didn't want to get our clothes wet," Canada replied innocently. "And we forgot our shorts because we were in a rush. We really, really wanted to go swimming together, you see."
"..." Alfred seemed at a loss for words. Canada simply laughed. "Now," he said, "If you'll excuse us, there's something we need to do now."
Ivan began to walk forward, Canada trying as hard as he could not to laugh. It wasn't exactly working.
"Wait!" Alfred called. Russia turned around to look at him. "Da, what is it now?" he asked tiredly. It was getting to be a little bit exhausting, putting up with Alfred's moodiness.
"What exactly are you going to do? I think you could probably do it with your clothes on!" He was sneering now; he couldn't help himself. It wasn't exactly pleasant watching a fully nude and possibly dangerous Russian carrying his equally naked brother bridal-style, especially when they were both sporting rather (America hated to admit it) large and obvious problems.
"We could --" Ivan started. Matthew laughed and said, "But it would be kind of pointless."
Alfred didn't dare ask why. He just watched, dumbstruck, as the two men walked away, laughing once they'd turned the corner.
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I'm so sad to see that this is almost over, but it's really been worth the wait :D
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Ah~ Can't wait for the final part!
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So, here you go, the final part to the story! Enjoy~~!
... looks like ReCAPTCHA is back too, because it just told me "fun water." e___e;; So yeah. On with the story.
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When both Russia and Canada were out of sight, America stayed silent. He looked down at the ground, staring at the trail of dripping water that the two other nations had left in their departure. He then looked at the pool, where their clothes were still scattered, now somewhat wet because of the splashing of the water.
"But... but where are they going?" He asked, voice small and childlike, not at all the tone of bravado that a hero such as himself would usually employ.
France just barely heard the voice and looked up from the spot on the floor where he was shagging England. He frowned; this was almost pitiful, seeing Alfred in such a state. Helpless, defeated, embarrassed. But there was no sense in trying to break it to him gently.
"They're going to Matthew's room, I would assume," he informed Alfred. Arthur let out a growl of impatience, pushing against France to take him in deeper than he already was. Francis slapped him in the face and told him to shut up, that he would continue in a minute. If he hadn't used his most seductive tone of voice, then he was sure Arthur would have full-out forced him back to the sex.
"But... but why?" Alfred turned and looked at Francis. He looked confused and lost. Arthur growled again and also looked up at Alfred (who, in the Englishman's eyes, was upside-down due to his position on the floor), evidently unhappy with the unpleasant interruption.
"You stupid git," he slurred, evidently not completely himself, "Didn't you see how they looked at each other? They're going to go to Matthew's room and christen his new bedsheets!"
Francis had to give Arthur credit; that was blunt, even for him.
Alfred froze, suddenly, and fell to the ground. For a minute the two older nations thought he had passed out, but when he covered his face with his hands and screamed they realized that they weren't going to get anywhere with him and resumed talking dirty to each other while, quite literally, pounding their bodies against one another.
"I can't believe it! Damn Russian, stealing my brother like that! I'll get him for this, I swear I will--!" He sat up abruptly, inhaling sharply, when he heard roaring laughter coming from somewhere upstairs.
Alfred whined to himself a little bit more and once again buried his face in his hands. It was only when he heard footsteps coming towards him that he looked up into two familiar faces.
"You know, you're all very loud," Korea said, grinning like a cat. In his arms there were bags of potato chips and cookies. Next to him, China was smiling, looking tired and a little bit wary.
"I was starting to wonder if you'd ever stop," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I didn't realize Canada's house could become so chaotic, aru."
Korea grinned. "Well," he said, "I like it here. Something sexy always happens, but that's probably because I'm always hiding out here. After all, I'm the origin of--"
But America tuned him out. He was once again staring at the pool, at the clothes scattered across the floor, and suddenly felt a very strong urge to just jump in and drown himself.
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Poor America XD
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laughing forever anon <3333
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Oh America...
Oh France and England!
OH RUSSIA/CANADA!!! <3333333333
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THIS MUCH!!!!
(...ok so that doesn't seem like much, BUT IT IS!)
Also, baaaawwwww I'm so sorry I haven't reviewed in such a long time! D':
You did a great job with this story, and I'm really glad you took your time to finish this and make it funny, awesome and lovable! :D
Ahhh America!
HAH! England and France~! Pfft, I-i can't believe France got away with slapping England! XD
Ooooh my~! Canada and Russia's relationship in this story was just too adorable Writer!Anon~! Now I have to go see my dentist!
also....OH NO YOU DI'NT! Ahhh...you acctually added Korea and China! Hahaha you sly Writer!Anon you~! ;)
Loves you lots,
OP
PS. Hope you keep up the great writing~! :D
OP
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But thanks anyway. If it makes sense I love you for making the request. XD
dwdw anon, writerperson was glad. :]
I'm, uh, semi-planning to expand on, uh... certain parts. Maybe. if reCAPTCHA didn't say 'tunnel horror' I'd be considering it more seriously XD
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