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( Christmas Reveals )
She really was insane, she was sure of it. Thoughts of them had invaded her mind mercilessly, and she simply couldn’t concentrate. One moment she was upset about it, and in the next moment she would be fantasizing about it.
She was visiting England, in an attempt to confront him about Russia. It was most likely a horrible idea, but she hoped that by gaining some clarity on the situation, she would be calmed and those thoughts would leave her.
But England hadn’t answered the door. She had stepped in and walked towards his bedroom, determined to find him.
And now she was staring blankly at the coat lying haphazardly on the ground in front of the door. It was far too large to fit England. God, she needed to turn around and leave as soon as possible, but her feet seemed frozen in place.
Then the sound of a loud groan shocked her out of her trance. Her spine seemed to curl, and she inched forward, too intrigued to turn around now. The door was just barely open, not even by an inch. She could look, and see what was happening if she just stepped over the coat.
She slowly crept to the door edge, trying to control her uneasy breaths.
England was- God, he was spread out on the bed. Not just that, but he was naked and hard, and Russia, only in slacks, leaned over him. Even from where she was, only given a side view, she could see the brick red blush on England’s face.
Russia brought his knee up, against England’s erection, pressing it and rubbing it against his stomach. England’s head snapped back, and his limbs were shaking. Russia brought a hand to England’s chin, cupping it gently as he continued to grind his knee against England’s cock. England was trying to keep from making noise, she could tell. His brow was furrowed and he clenched his teeth as quiet, frustrated noises escaped.
Her legs began to shake slightly, and heat spread to the pit of her stomach. Russia’s hand stroked along England’s throat, the other one pinning an arm down. England reached up with his free hand, pulling Russia down by the shoulder, and-
And Russia was looking straight at her. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been tossed over her, forcing her back into reality. She could only look back at him in shock. England’s gaze followed Russia’s, and he gasped in surprise. The hand that had been pulling Russia down towards him now pushed him away abruptly.
She wanted to turn away, to get the hell out of this place and pretend that this had never happened. But she couldn’t run away from it, it would only make everything worse. She reluctantly pulled the door open further, although she didn’t dare step in further.
“Ah, America,” Russia said, smiling congenially. “What brings you here?” England, on the other hand, still appeared to be in a state of shock. He grabbed at the covers on the bed to cover his erection, glancing at America with a bewildered expression.
She tapped her heels against the ground nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, uh-- I was just coming here to ask England about the rumor concerning you two. I think I have my answer now, so-- um, I’ll just be going.”
Russia stretched out his limbs, raising up from the bed. “You seemed very interested before, why should you leave now? Simply because you’ve been caught?”
She blushed darkly, tapping her heels even more. “I don’t think it would be very proper of me to stand here and leer at you both for the rest of-- this.”
“Surely not,” Russia agreed, his smile growing. “That’s why you’ll come over here.”
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Love,love, love your Russia and the fact that your fem!America is not a carbon copy of male!America that's exactly what I wanted! Can't wait to see England's reaction and the rest... ;-)
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She stared blankly at Russia for a long moment. Of course she knew what he was implying-but it had to be a sick joke of his, to embarrass her further.
England looked over at Russia with a cold, but nervous, glance. “Russia,” he warned. Russia (finally) tore his gaze from America to turn to England in amusement. Lip curved in a sleek smile, he said, “What’s the matter? You can’t possibly pretend that you don’t want her.”
England’s body stiffened, and his hand clenched and twisted the sheets he held. God, they weren’t joking, were they? England bit out, “This is absolutely ridiculous.”
“Well, it won’t be useful for us to fight about it, would it?” Russia said. He redirected his gaze over to her, and said, “Why don’t we just see what America thinks of it?”
England, still looking rather disgruntled, sucked in a breath and shrugged. He turned to America, eyebrow raised in a questioning matter. Great. She raised her head a little higher to meet Russia’s eyes, and said briskly, “You two seemed to be getting along quite fine by yourselves, I’d hate to come between it all.”
“I think that’s exactly what you’d like to do,” Russia replied quickly, stepping away from the edge of the bed. “After all, I’ve taken some of England’s precious attention away from you, haven’t I?”
Her fist curled at her side. England yelled, “God, Russia, give it a rest!” But Russia only stepped closer to America, as if daring her to hit him. If that was the type of response he expected, then she would only be playing into his hands. She uncurled her fist, and even smiled back at Russia, relaxing her muscles.
“You seem very focused on this, Russia,” she purred. “Do you want me that badly?” A hint of bitterness resonated through the last sentence, but she kept her smile through the words.
Russia paused, seemed to consider the question for a moment. His voice was still confident as he said, “I wouldn’t deny having some curiosity as to what you would be like in bed, but I can assure you that I wouldn’t push the issue if I wasn’t sure that you desired it.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she could read the dread evident on England’s face. She bit her lip softly, hands itching to grab something as a distraction. Instead, she drummed her fingers along her thigh.
“Well, aren’t you a fucking gentleman, then,” she uttered forcefully.
Russia shrugs a shoulder, pulling in closer. “Since you’re not wasting your time denying anything, I suppose we’re progressing.”
“Or maybe you’re just arrogant,” she said. She was letting him get closer to her, and England was over there, waiting, like she was supposed to stop him. But now they were close, too close, and she could feel his breath hit her skin.
“If you want it that damn bad, shut up and go ahead,” she whispered, hearing her own breath grow heavy. “Because won’t get me to beg for it.” England couldn’t hear them, but she could just imagine him leaning forward in a desperate attempt to listen.
His lips were on her neck, making her shivered. She could hear a distant intake of breath, that could only belong to England.
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She would have considered hitting him if it weren’t for the shudder that passed deep through her body. England still couldn’t hear them, or else she was sure she would have heard a reaction.
Her nails grasped Russia’s shoulders deeply, as he slowly licked the shell of her ear. “Um,” she breathed, searching for an answer. “Both,” she said finally. She could feel Russia's smile against her ear. He pulled away, but only enough so that they could view each other’s faces clearly.
“Do you mind letting England in on that?” He said, more loudly, and she saw England lift his head up in curiosity. Otherwise, he seemed absolutely horrified.
“Ah,” she squeaked, at a loss for words.
England quickly said, “She doesn’t have to tell me anything, Russia.” His voice was nearly shaking. And-how she not noticed it before-he was still hard, although he clutched a cover over it still.
Russia laughed airily. “I think that you’ve already gathered that America has agreed to stay with us. However, I feel that she is completely capable of letting you know what she wants herself.” America shifted her weight to one leg anxiously, glancing again at England.
Then the words broke out her freely, although not without her nervously stumbling over words. “I said-I said that I wanted both of you.”
England didn’t seem to move at all, still looking at her. Abruptly she spoke again.
“I want both of you to fuck me, is what I said.”
England’s mouth opened wordlessly, and he stared at her with disbelieving eyes. She could hear Russia’s chuckle at her side. He leaned in to kiss her cheek, before whispering into her ear, “I think he needs a little convincing, don’t you?”
Normally she wouldn’t have listened to Russia, but England was being ridiculous, sitting there as if he was scandalized, while his erection was proud and stiff. She pulled away from Russia and moved toward the bed, reaching for the covers.
“If you don’t want me,” she said, “then what’s this all about?” She jerked the cover away from him only slightly, but it was enough to reveal his erection. He gasped, “God, America-“
She pulled her knees onto the bed, grabbing at his arm before he could attempt to cover himself. “Let me see,” she murmured, pressing him so that his back fell against the sheets and he was stretched below her. And he was letting her do it, letting her spread him out to look at his arousal.
Then his arm reaches up, grabbing her wrist swiftly, pleadingly. He’s looking at her, with eyes that are clouded with lust. She couldn’t help but feel triumphant, knowing that she made him like this.
Russia distantly hummed his approval.
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I don't know about anyone else but you've certainly got *my* attention this is every bit as delicious as I'd imagined it could be. Adore your Russia to bits and pieces and your England is cute all desperate but trying not to be (me thinks the topic of America is something those two have discussed) and America...I love your America all nervous but not...a very interesting mix especially given the situation.
Ah...yeah...more pretty please... *bats eyelashes*
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Personally, I love the leadup! That tension in the air, with all three trying to gage each other's feelings and reactions without giving to much of their own feelings aways, it's great!
Looking forward to more!!!
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