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“I...huu~whhAT!? How dare y-you-YOU WEIRD FUCK!! -THAT’S DISGUSTING!” he shouted, now red faced and mad, trying to break from Ivan’s now increasingly annoying clinging and his smug simpering grin. The other country himself just beamed with all the blissful happiness he could expose, wrapping his constrictor’s hug around Alfred’s waist.
Russia only responded with another laugh, again running his fingers over the bulge with an amazed hand he’d unraveled from around America’s hips. “Is mama feeding you rubbish little one?” he hushed, so unusually soft that an intemperate and thrilled little thud rapt in Alfred’s chest. Despite ignoring his ticking heart, the chain reaction was set and something inside responded for him, fluttering against Ivan’s palm.
“I -gitoff asshole- I eat better than MOST nations I know!” America impassionedly declared, jutting a thumb into his chest, not caring who knew it. The other hand was busy trying to shove Russia off, mashed up against his enemy’s nose and still smiling mouth. “Do NOT get me started on who’s starving where on YOUR si-gah! LEMMI GO BASTARD! I eat awesomely, in fact!” He continued tyrading, but also refrained from adding ‘whenever I’ve got a kid on the way’, not wanting to give his enemy any more ammo to gun down his last remaining shreds of manliness.
“Hell! I wouldn’t be surprised if the kid is gonna be as ‘big- boned’ as YOU are one day!”
America would have to remember to kick himself for that gem later. His last comment was not only in vain, but Russia took it as a praising compliment, looking all too starry-eyed at the vision of a child that he’d not only helped create, but resembled him. He quickly dropped to his knees, capturing Alfred’s legs and tummy in another tight, teasing hug, nuzzling his nose into his side, as if to console the ‘suffering and trapped’ child.
“Ah, so it must be the food it’s disgusted with then...the poor tormented thing.” he said lifting up the hem of America’s shirt, quickly planting a tickling kiss on the bare flesh of his stomach.
The young nation taken by complete surprise, wasn’t fast enough to deflect this sneak attack, but moved in a flurry, knocked away Russia’s hands and roughly smoothed the shirt back down.
“Gnngghh! What the hell r’you- Grow some damned restraint whydoncha?!” the young democracy shouted, coming to his senses. “Crazy commie...” He’d just have to pretend that the feel of a scratchy rough cheek against his skin wasn’t making him feel weak in the knees.
‘Dammit! Doesn’t he know what that’s doing to me?!’ the American seethed inwardly, beneath his reddening face. Russia’s caressing sent a nice warm reminder to his loins that he wouldn’t be able to see them for a little while...and of course his mutinous libido responded with enough shuddering currents to make his toes curl encouragingly. ‘Stupid hormones...’
Alfred, his will power apparently gone out for a stroll, found he couldn’t fend off Ivan’s disturbingly tender petting and could do nothing but cross his arms and try to look annoyed as possible. Ohoho--did he ever want to punch the other man in the face...-But, once again, America had to remind himself that losing his temper might send off the wrong message and he’d be thrown back ten minutes ago, fearing for his next child’s life. Frankly, he didn’t care if this was the happiest he’d ever seen Ivan since the Allied victory of WWII. Alfred still didn’t trust him, even though from what he could tell, Alaska was safe.
Gritting his teeth did little to help him from this awkward position, but it sure made him feel better. Glaring at the pile of guns and weapons, he wondered which would put him out of his misery more speedily, “Well, y’know, it isn’t my fault HE or SHE didn’t inherit my heroic appetite.” he grunted, hoping the man practically wrapped around his waist was too preoccupied to notice the aura of warmth, radiating with a suggestive intensity from his center.
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Both countries stiffened as one great kick from the little state woke the two from their game. Reminding them who they were and what was happening.
-Perhaps what could have been, had it not been for who they were.
America wanted so badly to cry then and there, but only allowed his vision to jelly with a tiny amount of moisture before blinking it away. Smiling and sighing shakily through his nose, that particular glow warmed him without resistance. Pressing his hand dangerously near to Ivan’s, he expertly caught more echoing movements with a soothing rub. Three times did his index finger nudged the other man’s pinkie.
-Without needed explanation, Alfred found he suddenly didn’t care if this slight fetal shift meant that all of Western capitalism had fallen and he’d been renamed “Pinko, Card-Carrying Commie and Slutty Baby Machine Extraordinaire”.
Russia, meanwhile, was all too ready to joyously insist that this was a sign that the child agreed with him on issues of malnutrition, but before even opening his mouth, he was overwhelmed by an emotion he was not used to and a confused stranger of. One caught on a snag between happiness and terror, so starved in itself, that it made his chest ache and his breath stumble.
Looking upward, --needing warmth, needing something-- he was unable to stop himself from standing and gently gathered the American’s face in his palm. The expecting nation didn’t stop Russia nor did he want him to stop. Eyes glazed and darkened like a cat’s, he searched the other man’s with blue shaken metronomes. They were silent, scalding and uncertain, but no doubt mirrored Ivan’s with an imploring wanton.
The two countries then meet at the center of the bridge between them.
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and these are sweeter than honey, i a satisfied for life now
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As you can see I used this paragraph twice by accident:
Does not belong up there!
Russia only responded with another laugh, again running his fingers over the bulge with an amazed hand he’d unraveled from around America’s hips. “Is mama feeding you rubbish little one?” he hushed, so unusually soft that an intemperate and thrilled little thud rapt in Alfred’s chest. Despite ignoring his ticking heart, the chain reaction was set and something inside responded for him, fluttering against Ivan’s palm.
Just letting anyone reading know it doesn't belong where it is until the next page.
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