Smile! (8/?)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:23:39 UTC
Then he perceived that Belarus was beginning to glare impatiently, and he ran his hands along her thighs. A whispery sigh of satisfaction escaped her.
She jolted and hissed with surprise when he ducked his head down to plant a kiss on her clit. Then he explored her with his tongue, and he felt a wonderful thrill at the small, strangled sounds he was coaxing out of her.
He inserted a finger into her, found she was already plenty wet, and drew back. He positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed in.
“Mmnnaaah,” she cried, so, so quietly. Her eyes were squeezed shut in concentration, but her hand reached out blindly for contact. He leaned over her, supporting himself with one arm against the table and the other anchored at her hip. Her hand landed his shoulder and stayed there.
They established a rhythm quickly. America lost himself to sensation and motion--in, out, in--and soon had to rest his sweat-dampened forehead against the table, if only so he could spend more energy on thrusting faster, deeper. And now Belarus’s mouth was just beside his ear, and all her desperate, nearly silent little cries and moans blasted like song through his libido.
“Mmm, ah... nn... mmplease.... Alfred...”
He nearly faulted in his rhythm, and his head shot up again to stare at her.
Belarus was smiling. Not the malicious smirk she sometimes gave to enemies, or the manic marry-me grimace she saved for Russia--this was a real, blithe, lust-soaked smile. She was smiling and pumping her hips and squeezing her breast with her free hand and--oh god. And her eyes, hazy as they were with passion, were on America. She was staring at America and she was murmuring--
Some strangled sound--of yearning, or triumph, or joy, he didn’t know--escaped him, and he buried his face in her neck as he thrust into her just as hard and deep as he could. The answering sound she gave was somewhere between a cry of passion and a laugh of delight.
Then her muscles were contracting around him, pulling him in, and he came in a rush that left his vision swimming.
Smile! (9/10)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:25:20 UTC
America’s muscles seemed to breathe a sigh of exhaustion and promptly abandoned him. He slumped against Belarus with a shuddering sigh of his own, resting his head against her breast. In the far corners of his mind, a part of him that still possessed something resembling thoughts hoped she wouldn’t mind. The warm hand that came to rest in his hair was reply enough.
The first real thoughts that came into his mind demanded that he say something. They’d just had fantastic, meaningful sex. If this were one of his movies, now would be the time they stare at each other, admit their undying love for each other, engage in some post-coital kissing and then fade to black.
Well, America didn’t think they exactly had undying love for each other, and you couldn’t fade to black in real life (which was really such a shame; he’d asked Japan if he might do some research into rectifying this), but he was all for post-coital kissing. So he lifted his head to look at Belarus, who still had the tiniest hint of that smile, and--
--the door opened, hinges emitting a loud and unoiled squeeeeeak of alarm.
The pair on the table stiffened and snapped their gazes to the doorway.
America wondered if he were in some sort of parallel universe. First Belarus had smiled at him, and now Russia’s perpetually cheerful face had gone oddly gray and serious.
A prickling, cold feeling snaked down America’s spine as he realized--he was still inside Belarus. You know, still connected. And from Russia’s angle, it was kind of obvious.
Belarus was the first to snap out of whatever horrible spell it was that had frozen time around them. “Brother--”
But the door shut closed, quickly and quietly, and he was gone.
America opened his mouth to say something--but it was drowned out by the air rushing out of his lungs as Belarus kneed him in the gut in her haste to get off the table. He landed on his bum on the floor, and watched in a sort of daze as she disappeared in a whirlwind of clothing.
Ten seconds. It took her ten seconds to get dressed, boots and all. Even if the results looked a little messy and unlaced, it was still pretty impressive. America had always mentally dubbed Belarus a sort of Soviet Ninja.
She was about to rush out the door, when he called, “Wait, Natasha!”
She paused and snapped her glare towards him, hand poised to rip the doorknob from the door in haste. “What?”
He had thought about asking her to smile for him, one last time, so he’d have a good memory of Sex-Happy Belarus in rumpled clothing, to give him strength of spirit when Russia eventually murdered him. But he took one look at her peculiar brand of insanity creeping back into her eyes, and thought better of it.
“Never mind. The awesome sex will have to do.”
Not knowing what the hell he was talking about, she made a face of disgust before slamming the door open and disappearing down the hall, howling, “BROTHER...!”
Smile! (10/10)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:29:05 UTC
Aaand we round off to a nice ten chapters! I feel accomplished.
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Lithuania’s eyes shifted nervously from Russia, seated and brooding at his personal desk, to his heavily padlocked and reinforced bedroom door. On the other side of that door, something very scary was pounding furiously against the wood and iron, screaming phrases that varied between It didn’t mean anything! I only love you, Brother! and I promise to spiritually purify myself for our marriage! I’ll be a virgin again!
Russia did not respond to any of these entreaties, only continued to stare ominously into some inner-space. Puzzled, Lithuania ventured the question:
“Russia? I don’t mean to pry, but... shouldn’t you be happy that Belarus might have found someone else?” Not that it’s stopped her from continuing to obsess over you, he added mentally.
The Soviet stirred in his seat, and cast a gloomy glare over his shoulder that made Lithuania go rigid. “Why would I be happy about rejection, Toris?”
Lithuania frowned and glanced pointedly at the straining door. He had been unaware that rejection looked like that. In any case, it seemed to him that Belarus was more than willing to un-reject Russia quite immediately. So what was the large country talking about...?
Russia turned back to his desk, and muttered in his rare, sincere voice. “Truly, I thought America knew how I felt about him.”
What?
...Oh.
Lithuania blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and slapped a palm to his forehead. Oh, to live in a world where things made sense.
Meanwhile, oblivious to Lithuania’s mental epiphany and subsequent disillusionment, Russia muttered darkly to himself. “Well, it’s just a minor setback, da? I will try harder now. America will see the strength and reach of Soviet Russia, and then he will not refuse becoming one with us. What do you think he will say to missiles in Cuba?”
Outside the room, Belarus continued to wage a righteous war against the fast-weakening door, and swear at the top of her lungs that her only goal in life was to marry her perfect brother.
But she was getting kind of tired. Maybe she’d take a break, grab a cup of strong American coffee, and come back. Why not?
Re: Smile! (10/10)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:32:13 UTC
Russia.
OH RUSSIA.
I've been frantically f5ing this since part1 popped out and oh god was it worth it. The buildup between America and Belarus seemed so ...plausible! The sex was hot!
AND RUSSIA!
oihfsoihfosihfsohfdsoih that line.
This could be the most epic and dysfunctional and disturbing love triangle ever.
Re: Smile! (10/10)
anonymous
August 4 2011, 06:35:36 UTC
...Why did it take me nearly two years to find this?! This so AWESOME!!! Seriously, my second favorite couple and everything I love about them. I laughed so freakin' hard at Belarus screaming for Russia to take her back XD
She jolted and hissed with surprise when he ducked his head down to plant a kiss on her clit. Then he explored her with his tongue, and he felt a wonderful thrill at the small, strangled sounds he was coaxing out of her.
He inserted a finger into her, found she was already plenty wet, and drew back. He positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed in.
“Mmnnaaah,” she cried, so, so quietly. Her eyes were squeezed shut in concentration, but her hand reached out blindly for contact. He leaned over her, supporting himself with one arm against the table and the other anchored at her hip. Her hand landed his shoulder and stayed there.
They established a rhythm quickly. America lost himself to sensation and motion--in, out, in--and soon had to rest his sweat-dampened forehead against the table, if only so he could spend more energy on thrusting faster, deeper. And now Belarus’s mouth was just beside his ear, and all her desperate, nearly silent little cries and moans blasted like song through his libido.
“Mmm, ah... nn... mmplease.... Alfred...”
He nearly faulted in his rhythm, and his head shot up again to stare at her.
Belarus was smiling. Not the malicious smirk she sometimes gave to enemies, or the manic marry-me grimace she saved for Russia--this was a real, blithe, lust-soaked smile. She was smiling and pumping her hips and squeezing her breast with her free hand and--oh god. And her eyes, hazy as they were with passion, were on America. She was staring at America and she was murmuring--
“Please, ah, yes, fuck me, Alfred, Alfred, please...”
Some strangled sound--of yearning, or triumph, or joy, he didn’t know--escaped him, and he buried his face in her neck as he thrust into her just as hard and deep as he could. The answering sound she gave was somewhere between a cry of passion and a laugh of delight.
Then her muscles were contracting around him, pulling him in, and he came in a rush that left his vision swimming.
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The first real thoughts that came into his mind demanded that he say something. They’d just had fantastic, meaningful sex. If this were one of his movies, now would be the time they stare at each other, admit their undying love for each other, engage in some post-coital kissing and then fade to black.
Well, America didn’t think they exactly had undying love for each other, and you couldn’t fade to black in real life (which was really such a shame; he’d asked Japan if he might do some research into rectifying this), but he was all for post-coital kissing. So he lifted his head to look at Belarus, who still had the tiniest hint of that smile, and--
--the door opened, hinges emitting a loud and unoiled squeeeeeak of alarm.
The pair on the table stiffened and snapped their gazes to the doorway.
America wondered if he were in some sort of parallel universe. First Belarus had smiled at him, and now Russia’s perpetually cheerful face had gone oddly gray and serious.
A prickling, cold feeling snaked down America’s spine as he realized--he was still inside Belarus. You know, still connected. And from Russia’s angle, it was kind of obvious.
Belarus was the first to snap out of whatever horrible spell it was that had frozen time around them. “Brother--”
But the door shut closed, quickly and quietly, and he was gone.
America opened his mouth to say something--but it was drowned out by the air rushing out of his lungs as Belarus kneed him in the gut in her haste to get off the table. He landed on his bum on the floor, and watched in a sort of daze as she disappeared in a whirlwind of clothing.
Ten seconds. It took her ten seconds to get dressed, boots and all. Even if the results looked a little messy and unlaced, it was still pretty impressive. America had always mentally dubbed Belarus a sort of Soviet Ninja.
She was about to rush out the door, when he called, “Wait, Natasha!”
She paused and snapped her glare towards him, hand poised to rip the doorknob from the door in haste. “What?”
He had thought about asking her to smile for him, one last time, so he’d have a good memory of Sex-Happy Belarus in rumpled clothing, to give him strength of spirit when Russia eventually murdered him. But he took one look at her peculiar brand of insanity creeping back into her eyes, and thought better of it.
“Never mind. The awesome sex will have to do.”
Not knowing what the hell he was talking about, she made a face of disgust before slamming the door open and disappearing down the hall, howling, “BROTHER...!”
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Lithuania’s eyes shifted nervously from Russia, seated and brooding at his personal desk, to his heavily padlocked and reinforced bedroom door. On the other side of that door, something very scary was pounding furiously against the wood and iron, screaming phrases that varied between It didn’t mean anything! I only love you, Brother! and I promise to spiritually purify myself for our marriage! I’ll be a virgin again!
Russia did not respond to any of these entreaties, only continued to stare ominously into some inner-space. Puzzled, Lithuania ventured the question:
“Russia? I don’t mean to pry, but... shouldn’t you be happy that Belarus might have found someone else?” Not that it’s stopped her from continuing to obsess over you, he added mentally.
The Soviet stirred in his seat, and cast a gloomy glare over his shoulder that made Lithuania go rigid. “Why would I be happy about rejection, Toris?”
Lithuania frowned and glanced pointedly at the straining door. He had been unaware that rejection looked like that. In any case, it seemed to him that Belarus was more than willing to un-reject Russia quite immediately. So what was the large country talking about...?
Russia turned back to his desk, and muttered in his rare, sincere voice. “Truly, I thought America knew how I felt about him.”
What?
...Oh.
Lithuania blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and slapped a palm to his forehead. Oh, to live in a world where things made sense.
Meanwhile, oblivious to Lithuania’s mental epiphany and subsequent disillusionment, Russia muttered darkly to himself. “Well, it’s just a minor setback, da? I will try harder now. America will see the strength and reach of Soviet Russia, and then he will not refuse becoming one with us. What do you think he will say to missiles in Cuba?”
Outside the room, Belarus continued to wage a righteous war against the fast-weakening door, and swear at the top of her lungs that her only goal in life was to marry her perfect brother.
But she was getting kind of tired. Maybe she’d take a break, grab a cup of strong American coffee, and come back. Why not?
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OH RUSSIA.
I've been frantically f5ing this since part1 popped out and oh god was it worth it. The buildup between America and Belarus seemed so ...plausible! The sex was hot!
AND RUSSIA!
oihfsoihfosihfsohfdsoih that line.
This could be the most epic and dysfunctional and disturbing love triangle ever.
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This could be the most epic and dysfunctional and disturbing love triangle ever. --> LOL, yes, exactly. XD
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(or, as the good captcha would say: "pooling yokels")
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You can fuck me anytime you want like Belarus with a vibrating strap-on
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Glad you enjoyed!
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Not only did you make the AmerBela entirely hot and plausible, you managed to end this whole masterpiece with Russia->America Cuban missiles pfft.
Just. You'd never know how much I love you for this fill. <3
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