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There was a thud downstairs and more hurried conversation. With concentration, he thought that he could hear China's thickly accented English alongside America's butchered version of England's language. That was odd. But at least he had stopped going around, speaking with an Australian accent which he clearly thought sounded English. Whatever he was doing with China couldn't be more irritating than being called "mate" every couple of minutes and offered something apparently made on a Barbie. He just wasn't sure that America's dolls should have the quality of burning charcoal.
He bit back the interest he felt as the voices below fell silent and forced his mind back to the volumes in front of him. He finally settled into a boring concentration so firm that he didn't notice America enter the room. He actually cried out in surprise as he was wrapped in a hug from behind. He was about to snap at him in irritation at being caught off guard when he realized that the arms were not America's, but long and furred. He yanked away and found himself face to face with the long pointed nose of some sort of giant rodent mascot. The deep black eyes gazed at him unblinkingly and there was a silent moment of incomprehension.
"Hiya Iggy!" Came from deep inside the furred mask.
"Alfred! What the devil do you think you're doing, you ridiculous prat?" He backed against the edge of the desk, trapped between it and the big furbag that was strangely familiar. Some children's show, probably...
The rodent's head tilted to the side and Alfred leaned in, uncomfortably close. He spoke in what he probably considered a conspiratorial whisper. "You'll see, Iggy. I've got it this time." As Arthur made an escape attempt, scrambling over the desktop and cursing Alfred and his ridiculous stupidity, Alfred caught him by the ankle and he crashed onto the hard surface, face-down.
"I don't have time for your games, boy!" He shouted angrily, trying to indicate the load of paperwork that now lay half beneath him and half scattered on the floor. His chin stung and he rubbed it. There seemed to be a moment of silence from Alfred which might have, had Arthur been anyone else, taken as comprehension and submission to common sense and courtesy. But this was obviously not what was going on inside his huge head, as he leaned back over Arthur, pressing warmly against his back, legs and neck. He hadn't realized how cold the study had become until now. He had refused to turn the heat on yet, despite the recent drops in temperature. It was a luxury and in this ever changing world, he needed to be practical. This was why Alfred got the moment's chance he needed when Arthur closed his eyes and ceased resistance. The big, awkward paws of the costume wrapped around his midsection and the soft, solid nose rubbed against his shoulder.
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Suddenly realization dawned. He should have considered China's presence sooner.
"...Said to try this..." Alfred was embarrassed, picking up on Arthur's silence. "Said if it was from, you know, your shows... And I found these Womby thingies..."
Arthur sighed. He was indeed so innocent. This was indeed what he wanted. He had probably been trying to get his attention for quite some time, unable to outright ask.
"How are you going to do anything in that ridiculous getup?" He asked, rolling over to eye the costume. "You can't even..." He pulled open his jacket and the buttoned down shirt beneath it. "...touch me..." The costume's head tilted to the side again and Arthur was sure this was the only way that he could really see him through the jet black eyes. He was certainly watching intently enough. The sound of heavy breathing was audible from within as he continued to pull off his upper clothing and unzipped his pants. Alfred didn't move an inch as Arthur twisted to do all this beneath him. The fur of the costume was even warmer against his newly exposed flesh and he pulled alfred closer. As he did so, he felt a zipper and grinned happily. Just right.
Leaving the upper fasteners intact, he drew the zipper down and cupped a hand against Alfred's crotch. It was throbbing and hot already. The boy was probably a virgin. Honestly... Seducing him with such a costume... France would be ashamed. He unzipped Alfred's pants and drew his cock out. The panting was punctuated by whimpers now. He moved to remove the rest of the fasteners and the costume's head, but Arthur caught him, and twisted beneath to be front to back again.
"Like this... Take me like this. Do you know how?"
Alfred stuttered something about Francis, and Arthur tutted at the ridiculous help the Frenchman had given their former colony. He licked a hand to slick Alfred's bobbing erection and to bring his own into full hardness. It was the work of a moment, knowing that the other country was watching him, taking down notes. He couldn't remember Alfred ever paying so much attention to any lesson from him. His fingers slid down the hot head, smoothe shaft, and the weight of his ball-sack, to press slowly into his anus. It had been quite some time since he had given in to this pleasure and he took his time, stretching and wetting. He wanted the boy to have a smoothe entrance for his first time.
When he realized that Alfred was actually whimpering in need, he stopped and pressed back, using one hand to guide his erection to the hot pucker of his ass. It wasn't often that the man was struck speechless, and despite the drivel he spewed on a regular basis, Arthur preferred it to the silence that fell upon the country on rare occasions. It reminded him too much of the end of the last World War, the horror they had stumbled across.
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He was being dominated, mated, by an animal. This thought kept popping into Arthur's mind, and he was far too old to try to ignore it. It was appealingly sinful. Better yet, he had raised this animal from childhood. He was the former guardian of the boy now fucking him. It was too much. As soon as Alfred ejaculated inside him, too soon, he himself came, against the furred paw that grasped him around the middle, holding him still for the fucking.
When he thought the man had gotten his wind back and pulled out, he helped to remove the head of the costume and laughed. "All you had to do was ask..."
America shrugged and shuffled his feet. "China said it was a good idea. See, Russia sneaks around in this costume and they do it all the time. I'm not sure Ivan knows that he knows though."
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I'm sorry I don't know which part this request came from, I don't remember seeing it before. But... it doesn't matter, that was great!
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The request was made quite some time ago. I ended up watching loads of videos for research, but didn't end up doing much with it in the end. lol Uncle Bulgaria cracks me up.
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