Re: Russia/Poland - hatesex [6/7]
anonymous
January 27 2009, 00:45:06 UTC
The burn Feliks felt earlier was nothing compared to this. They were moving together in uncontrollable, insane rhythm, but somehow in the perfect harmony too, almost like they had done it before.
Poland felt the intense pleasure building in the pit of his stomach. Russia was still sucking and biting his neck and shoulder. When he trailed his lips to the flushed cheek once again, Feliks moved his own arm around strong neck, leaving its earlier position and keeping Ivan’s head in place. It was weird and uncomfortable as Russia didn’t stop thrusting, moving Feliks along with him. But the blond didn’t let go and instead tilted his neck in a really awkward position, searching for hot lips.
And then he found himself inside - maybe because Russia wanted him to or maybe because the other nation was too distracted to really notice, but Feliks didn’t care at all. He greedily ate on parted lips and explored the depths of hot mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out in the rhythm of Ivan’s movements. The wet tongue moved finally and brushed lazily over his- and that was then that Poland remembered his need to breath.
He let go, panting heavily, and rested his forehead on the floor. Ivan didn’t lean back, though. Feliks could feel the bigger man’s mouth on the nape of his neck. It took him a moment to notice that Russia was sniffing him.
“Polsha, Polsha…” Ivan was muttering quietly, insanely. “You smell of vodka, Polsha.”
And then everything exploded.
Feliks closed his eyes tightly when the world burst with painful pleasure he hasn’t felt ever before and in his ears rang his laugh, laugh which was everything - a moan, a growl and a scream. He could feel Ivan’s own realize, the other man’s mouth forming the hated smile, touching Poland’s shoulder, and the world was one, big, broken laugh filled with the taste of vodka.
Feliks didn’t know when he stopped making this crazy, terrifying sound, when, by some miracle, he managed to turn around and ended up with Russia resting on top of him, breathing heavily into his ear, making him shiver.
They lied like that for an uncountable amount of time, gasping for breath, waiting for their heartbeats to calm down. The warmth was long gone and Feliks felt dead cold. The previously hot body on top of him wasn’t helping either as Russia was equally freezing.
After a while Ivan moved finally, but didn’t get off. Poland was looking at the ceiling, not wanting to see the other man. The thick silence and the feeling of Russia’s eyes on him broke him, though.
Feliks blinked and looked.
And then blinked once again.
There, right on the Ivan’s left cheek was an impressive bruise. It was dark and looked painful and Poland suddenly felt so smug, so proud of himself that he just had to touch it.
He brushed his fingertips over the injured skin lightly, noticing the twitch of Russia’s mouth. He couldn’t enjoy his moment any longer, though, as they heard rushed footsteps and soon the door burst open.
“Russia! Russia, Vilnius, my Vilnius is-”
Lithuania stopped dead in his track, his eyes wide and skin flushed with anger and something more.
Poland realized two things at once.
Firstly, Toris knew that Russia would be in his room.
And secondly, here they were, both naked on the floor, with air thick with scent of sex, sweat and alcohol, Poland’s fingers still touching Russia’s cheek.
But it seemed like Lithuania didn’t notice or didn’t care. Dark green eyes of his- his friend?- were looking straight at him, only at him, and there was such pain in this gaze that Feliks almost couldn’t bear it.
Ivan at once realized what happened. Faster than Poland could even blink, he had his hand around already aching neck again.
“What did you do?”
It didn’t even sound human, that growl.
Poland smirked offensively.
“I totally didn’t do anything. How could I? You were right-“
He hissed when Russia tightened his grip.
“Shto. Ty. Sdelal?!”
Poland opened and closed his mouth several times, until Russia came to his senses and let go. Green eyes were hazed with pain, but the crooked smile didn’t fade.
“I have no idea-“
“Poland!” Feliks fought with himself not to cringe at this voice. “There are your people in my Vilnius. They claimed it! Don’t LIE to me, damnit!”
Re: Russia/Poland - hatesex [7/7]
anonymous
January 27 2009, 00:56:16 UTC
Lithuania was screaming so hard that his throat had to burn. But Poland’s ache was worse and so he didn’t even look in his direction, staring at Russia all the time.
“If so,” he said, eyes sparkling with triumph. “If so, then there had to be a mutiny against my boss.”
Lithuania made strange, broken voice, half-sob and half-scream.
Poland closed his eyes and was smiling, always smiling, not even moving when he felt Russia stand up, heard him moving around and leave. Not cringing when he felt Lithuania’s betrayed gaze on him. He could only smile and there was something wonderful in his chest - the awareness of complete and delicious victory.
It wasn’t until later that he realized that his smile was a perfect reflection of Russia’s.
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I tried to do some decent notes. I hope I got everything right >.> From Wikipedia:
1919: April - Poland seizes Vilnius; August - the last Bolsheviks are pushed from Lithuanian territory; September - first Russia's attempt on negotiations with Lithuania; 1920 March - Lithuania agrees on negotiations. Russia promises Lithuanians specific territory (along with Vilnius); July - Lithuania signs the pact with Russia; Bolsheviks enter Vilnius but they don't give it back to Lithuania; August - The Battle of Warsaw. In Lenin's words, the Bolsheviks "suffered an enormous defeat". Polish Army is approaching the southern borders of Lithuania. The Soviets finally transfers Vilnius to Lithuanian control and the Red Army retreats. September - the Poles gain an upper hand and are pursuing the Soviets back to the east. Soviet forces move through Lithuanian-controlled territory at will, but Polish forces that try to pursue them are arrested and interned. Lithuania's declared neutrality is challenged by Poland, which accuses Lithuania of allowing free Soviet passage through its territory. Lithuania can't deny this; 7 October - Lithuania and Poland sign an agreement which takes effect on 10 October; 8 October - Żeligowski's Mutiny - staged mutiny led by Polish General L. Żeligowski (Polish Chief of State Józef Piłsudski had surreptitiously ordered Żeligowski to carry out the operation, and revealed the truth several years later). 9 October - Żeligowski takes control of Vilnius, faking the mutiny against Piłsudski. 12 October - under heavy pressure from France and Britain, a ceasefire between Russia and Poland is signed which leads to the Treaty of Riga in 1921;
The Vilnius stays under Poland's control until 1939.
Also, I'm not a native english speaker so I'm sorry for any mistakes v.v And I hope you enjoyed!
Re: Russia/Poland - hatesex [7/7]
anonymous
January 27 2009, 17:27:05 UTC
Amazing, writer!anon. I'm not even a Russia/Poland fan, in fact reading this story I cringed at parts which I considered them betraying poor Lithuania. But you wrote both Russia and Poland so well that the story dragged me in with it. It's so cool that you incorporated history into it. That's always a plus in any Hetalia fic IMO. Great job anon. And don't worry about the mistakes, they were only a few, mainly in using the definite article 'the' which I've seen a lot of non-English speakers do. For example 'Vilinus' is a known noun so it won't take an article (can't say "the Vilinus," or "a Vilinus" unless it's a special case of wording.) Hope that helps since I too am a non-English speaking writer and face the same challenges sometimes.
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anonymous
February 10 2009, 15:32:55 UTC
Thank you so much for your kind words Anon, and for pointing that mistake out too! Yes, I'm painfully aware that I have a problem with 'the's and 'a's >.> I'll have to work on it more! Also, I'm glad that you like the story! You're the only one that reviewed it all and I was scared the ending sucks v.v
Poland felt the intense pleasure building in the pit of his stomach. Russia was still sucking and biting his neck and shoulder. When he trailed his lips to the flushed cheek once again, Feliks moved his own arm around strong neck, leaving its earlier position and keeping Ivan’s head in place. It was weird and uncomfortable as Russia didn’t stop thrusting, moving Feliks along with him. But the blond didn’t let go and instead tilted his neck in a really awkward position, searching for hot lips.
And then he found himself inside - maybe because Russia wanted him to or maybe because the other nation was too distracted to really notice, but Feliks didn’t care at all. He greedily ate on parted lips and explored the depths of hot mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out in the rhythm of Ivan’s movements. The wet tongue moved finally and brushed lazily over his- and that was then that Poland remembered his need to breath.
He let go, panting heavily, and rested his forehead on the floor. Ivan didn’t lean back, though. Feliks could feel the bigger man’s mouth on the nape of his neck. It took him a moment to notice that Russia was sniffing him.
“Polsha, Polsha…” Ivan was muttering quietly, insanely. “You smell of vodka, Polsha.”
And then everything exploded.
Feliks closed his eyes tightly when the world burst with painful pleasure he hasn’t felt ever before and in his ears rang his laugh, laugh which was everything - a moan, a growl and a scream. He could feel Ivan’s own realize, the other man’s mouth forming the hated smile, touching Poland’s shoulder, and the world was one, big, broken laugh filled with the taste of vodka.
Feliks didn’t know when he stopped making this crazy, terrifying sound, when, by some miracle, he managed to turn around and ended up with Russia resting on top of him, breathing heavily into his ear, making him shiver.
They lied like that for an uncountable amount of time, gasping for breath, waiting for their heartbeats to calm down. The warmth was long gone and Feliks felt dead cold. The previously hot body on top of him wasn’t helping either as Russia was equally freezing.
After a while Ivan moved finally, but didn’t get off. Poland was looking at the ceiling, not wanting to see the other man. The thick silence and the feeling of Russia’s eyes on him broke him, though.
Feliks blinked and looked.
And then blinked once again.
There, right on the Ivan’s left cheek was an impressive bruise. It was dark and looked painful and Poland suddenly felt so smug, so proud of himself that he just had to touch it.
He brushed his fingertips over the injured skin lightly, noticing the twitch of Russia’s mouth. He couldn’t enjoy his moment any longer, though, as they heard rushed footsteps and soon the door burst open.
“Russia! Russia, Vilnius, my Vilnius is-”
Lithuania stopped dead in his track, his eyes wide and skin flushed with anger and something more.
Poland realized two things at once.
Firstly, Toris knew that Russia would be in his room.
And secondly, here they were, both naked on the floor, with air thick with scent of sex, sweat and alcohol, Poland’s fingers still touching Russia’s cheek.
But it seemed like Lithuania didn’t notice or didn’t care. Dark green eyes of his- his friend?- were looking straight at him, only at him, and there was such pain in this gaze that Feliks almost couldn’t bear it.
Ivan at once realized what happened. Faster than Poland could even blink, he had his hand around already aching neck again.
“What did you do?”
It didn’t even sound human, that growl.
Poland smirked offensively.
“I totally didn’t do anything. How could I? You were right-“
He hissed when Russia tightened his grip.
“Shto. Ty. Sdelal?!”
Poland opened and closed his mouth several times, until Russia came to his senses and let go. Green eyes were hazed with pain, but the crooked smile didn’t fade.
“I have no idea-“
“Poland!” Feliks fought with himself not to cringe at this voice. “There are your people in my Vilnius. They claimed it! Don’t LIE to me, damnit!”
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“If so,” he said, eyes sparkling with triumph. “If so, then there had to be a mutiny against my boss.”
Lithuania made strange, broken voice, half-sob and half-scream.
Poland closed his eyes and was smiling, always smiling, not even moving when he felt Russia stand up, heard him moving around and leave. Not cringing when he felt Lithuania’s betrayed gaze on him. He could only smile and there was something wonderful in his chest - the awareness of complete and delicious victory.
It wasn’t until later that he realized that his smile was a perfect reflection of Russia’s.
---
I tried to do some decent notes. I hope I got everything right >.>
From Wikipedia:
1919:
April - Poland seizes Vilnius;
August - the last Bolsheviks are pushed from Lithuanian territory;
September - first Russia's attempt on negotiations with Lithuania;
1920
March - Lithuania agrees on negotiations. Russia promises Lithuanians specific territory (along with Vilnius);
July - Lithuania signs the pact with Russia; Bolsheviks enter Vilnius but they don't give it back to Lithuania;
August - The Battle of Warsaw. In Lenin's words, the Bolsheviks "suffered an enormous defeat". Polish Army is approaching the southern borders of Lithuania. The Soviets finally transfers Vilnius to Lithuanian control and the Red Army retreats.
September - the Poles gain an upper hand and are pursuing the Soviets back to the east. Soviet forces move through Lithuanian-controlled territory at will, but Polish forces that try to pursue them are arrested and interned. Lithuania's declared neutrality is challenged by Poland, which accuses Lithuania of allowing free Soviet passage through its territory. Lithuania can't deny this;
7 October - Lithuania and Poland sign an agreement which takes effect on 10 October;
8 October - Żeligowski's Mutiny - staged mutiny led by Polish General L. Żeligowski (Polish Chief of State Józef Piłsudski had surreptitiously ordered Żeligowski to carry out the operation, and revealed the truth several years later).
9 October - Żeligowski takes control of Vilnius, faking the mutiny against Piłsudski.
12 October - under heavy pressure from France and Britain, a ceasefire between Russia and Poland is signed which leads to the Treaty of Riga in 1921;
The Vilnius stays under Poland's control until 1939.
Also, I'm not a native english speaker so I'm sorry for any mistakes v.v
And I hope you enjoyed!
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Also, I'm glad that you like the story! You're the only one that reviewed it all and I was scared the ending sucks v.v
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....And historicaly relevant too?? Anon, from now you own the entire internets. It will be delivered to your door shortly.
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