Re: Anyone/Russia - his erogenous zone is his heart- My Gift to You
anonymous
November 27 2010, 05:22:27 UTC
"America, why are you holding a knife?" asked Russia. To anyone else, this would be scary, one of the most powerful nations in the world straddling him, one hand holding his heart, the other, a long butcher's knife.
"I want to try something, don't you trust me?" said the sunny boy with a smile.
"I do." replied Russia. But inside, he was afraid. No matter how many times America told him he loved him, Russia had been hurt too many times not to be afraid, not to be insecure. And America was his enemy before.
"Good, this shouldn't be fatal."
"WHAT? What do you plan to-" His mouth was silenced with a hand. Russia gasped as his worst fears were confirmed and America raised the knife a little, then Russia squeezed his eyes shut. He's going to kill me? This is how it ends, da? I should have seen it- Russia's thoughts were cut off as he heard a loud tearing sound. At the same time, his body convulsed with pleasure at the tight grip on his heart. He opened his violet eyes to meet a sight that was just wrong .
The mahogany handle of the knife jutted out of America's chest, red spilling from where it was buried in his body. Russia tried to scream, but America only pulled out the knife, wincing at the spatter of blood. Then he reached into his chest making the skin bulge in a sickening way. He tugged, biting his lower lip, and then his heart was in his hand, not bloody but still beating.
"I told you to trust me. Now this next part is going to be lots of fun. Promise." America said with a grin. Then his face became serious and sexy as he set his own heart down, and began to rub Russia's in languid circles. Russia panted at this,need filling him and mixing with curiousity. Where is America going with this? Why did he remove his own heart?
But his curiosity melted as America proceeds to lick his heart delicately. The way his face flushed, it was almost as though he found it as erotic as Russia did. He sucked it, ran his teeth over it to give an edge of danger. And then he cradled the heart to his chest, and lovingly pushed it in.
Violent pleasure assaulted the larger nation as his heart clicked into place in his lover's chest. His vision was wrapped in white, and he came, once, maybe twice, as the or pleasure continued on and on. When he floated down from his high, the only words he could find were "I love you, America." and he repeateded them endlessly. America cradled his own chest as though it were precious and responded simply, "I know, I can feel it."
A minute later, he handed his heart to Russia. Then he laid back and closed his eyes. Russia looked down at the heart in his hands, then gave it an expiramental lick. It tasted warm, like sunshine and blue skies and all those other crazy things America said he stood for. They were all here, in his heart, and Russia hummed at the taste, causing the bed to shift as America writhed next to him. They were both mostly silent lovers, contrary to popular belief, and they shared an understanding that did not require words, only love. They would talk later, America beaming and bubbling, filling the silence as he always did, Russia smiling and remarking occasionally. Russia grinned at the thought, then placed another kiss to the organ. He looked over at America, who looked back through half-lidded eyes.
Russia held this gaze as he slid the heart, ever so gently, into his own chest. America's eyes fluttered shut, and his back bowed from the force of his orgasm, his mouth fell open on a moan. And it occured to the older nation how right this was; he could feel the warmth of America's love spread throughout his chest in a warm wash, comforting him and erasing all his fears.
It was undeniable proof, as the two kissed, pressing their chests together to feel the mutual beating of their hearts, that they were in love and their heart's belonged not in their own chests, but in that of the other. It was an unbreakable promise, an irrevocable gift, an undying vow. It was love.
Gah!That was super sappy and probably had editing mistakes galore, but please forgive AuthorAnon as she needs much more sleep than she is currently running on. I'm sorry, really I am. (Compliments are still loved)
Re: Anyone/Russia - his erogenous zone is his heart- My Gift to You
anonymous
November 27 2010, 16:32:08 UTC
So, not only was this sexy, but yes, very very sappy, and I loved every minute of it. Posible the best use of "Russia's heart falls out" I've seen since that fill about the radio signal (part 12?). This was so beautiful and sweet! who cares about the guro?
I also liked that you kept us in the dark at first, like Russia was. The fluffy impact was that much sweeter and stronger for it ^^
Re: Anyone/Russia - his erogenous zone is his heart- My Gift to You AuthorAnon!
anonymous
November 29 2010, 01:31:02 UTC
Waahh! I'm so glad this was so well recieved, especially since I filled it at midnight with four bottles of Fuze in my system. I have no idea how I made something equal parts gory and fluffy, but I'm overjoyed at the feedback!
Re: Anyone/Russia - his erogenous zone is his heart- My Gift to You
anonymous
March 18 2011, 22:54:08 UTC
How exceedingly creepy. Like other people said - gory and fluffy??? Oh my gosh. And we all thought he was going to stab Russia, and then he stabbed himself. Cool.
"I want to try something, don't you trust me?" said the sunny boy with a smile.
"I do." replied Russia. But inside, he was afraid. No matter how many times America told him he loved him, Russia had been hurt too many times not to be afraid, not to be insecure. And America was his enemy before.
"Good, this shouldn't be fatal."
"WHAT? What do you plan to-" His mouth was silenced with a hand. Russia gasped as his worst fears were confirmed and America raised the knife a little, then Russia squeezed his eyes shut. He's going to kill me? This is how it ends, da? I should have seen it- Russia's thoughts were cut off as he heard a loud tearing sound. At the same time, his body convulsed with pleasure at the tight grip on his heart. He opened his violet eyes to meet a sight that was just wrong .
The mahogany handle of the knife jutted out of America's chest, red spilling from where it was buried in his body. Russia tried to scream, but America only pulled out the knife, wincing at the spatter of blood. Then he reached into his chest making the skin bulge in a sickening way. He tugged, biting his lower lip, and then his heart was in his hand, not bloody but still beating.
"I told you to trust me. Now this next part is going to be lots of fun. Promise." America said with a grin. Then his face became serious and sexy as he set his own heart down, and began to rub Russia's in languid circles. Russia panted at this,need filling him and mixing with curiousity. Where is America going with this? Why did he remove his own heart?
But his curiosity melted as America proceeds to lick his heart delicately. The way his face flushed, it was almost as though he found it as erotic as Russia did. He sucked it, ran his teeth over it to give an edge of danger. And then he cradled the heart to his chest, and lovingly pushed it in.
Violent pleasure assaulted the larger nation as his heart clicked into place in his lover's chest. His vision was wrapped in white, and he came, once, maybe twice, as the or pleasure continued on and on. When he floated down from his high, the only words he could find were "I love you, America." and he repeateded them endlessly. America cradled his own chest as though it were precious and responded simply, "I know, I can feel it."
A minute later, he handed his heart to Russia. Then he laid back and closed his eyes. Russia looked down at the heart in his hands, then gave it an expiramental lick. It tasted warm, like sunshine and blue skies and all those other crazy things America said he stood for. They were all here, in his heart, and Russia hummed at the taste, causing the bed to shift as America writhed next to him. They were both mostly silent lovers, contrary to popular belief, and they shared an understanding that did not require words, only love. They would talk later, America beaming and bubbling, filling the silence as he always did, Russia smiling and remarking occasionally. Russia grinned at the thought, then placed another kiss to the organ. He looked over at America, who looked back through half-lidded eyes.
Russia held this gaze as he slid the heart, ever so gently, into his own chest. America's eyes fluttered shut, and his back bowed from the force of his orgasm, his mouth fell open on a moan. And it occured to the older nation how right this was; he could feel the warmth of America's love spread throughout his chest in a warm wash, comforting him and erasing all his fears.
It was undeniable proof, as the two kissed, pressing their chests together to feel the mutual beating of their hearts, that they were in love and their heart's belonged not in their own chests, but in that of the other. It was an unbreakable promise, an irrevocable gift, an undying vow. It was love.
Gah!That was super sappy and probably had editing mistakes galore, but please forgive AuthorAnon as she needs much more sleep than she is currently running on. I'm sorry, really I am. (Compliments are still loved)
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Seriously, wtf? What is this I don't even...
I think I love you, authornon.
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A don't what to say. The fill is amazing!
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I also liked that you kept us in the dark at first, like Russia was. The fluffy impact was that much sweeter and stronger for it ^^
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Love-AuthorAnon
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Like other people said - gory and fluffy??? Oh my gosh. And we all thought he was going to stab Russia, and then he stabbed himself. Cool.
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