Russia/America/Canada Part 3/3
anonymous
March 30 2009, 20:56:52 UTC
Dry lips placed themselves by his ear, slowly dragging themselves along his jaw line and Canada's face was soon being tickled by blonde hair, too fair to be his own. He closed his eyes, too afraid to chance seeing a purple gaze inches from his own when the kisses moved towards his cheek. He squeezed them shut hoping to block out the ministrations until he heard the whisper of leather against leather and felt the sudden twisting of America next to him, the muffled snarls and yells from his mouth. And his eyes opened to see his brothers head stretched back trying to get away from the foreign hand searching through pants. The lips on his cheek had also ceased their movement as the southern blonde bucked in attempt to rid himself of the invasion, hysterics muffled through layers of fleece cloth. Matthew forgot how to live the moment a deep shuddering inhallation came through his brothers nose, his body stretched at full length, eyes screwed up in what Matthew was terrified to find was fear.
And then there was a hand grasping his jaw, guiding his eyes away from the sight to gaze upon violet pupils. Ivan's face was a vision of impassivity, and it scared Canada even more than what was happening to his brother because that calm smile was telling him that everything would be alright, Russia is here. Everything all right.
There were chapped lips ghosting across his own, puffs of warm air hitting his mouth and sliding across his skin. And he jolted back at the feeling, remembering he had to breathe and gulping in air. This seemed to be what Ivan was waiting for as the lips were on his once again, slow and moving and yet Canada still couldn't keep up, terrified by the deep hysteric breaths his brother was taking next to him. When a tongue entered his mouth he could feel the American shaking against his arm, trying to fight off the sensations he was feeling run through his body. Canada heard a muffled squeak escape Alfred's mouth and out of the corner of his eye he could make out the image of the American, head twisted back, with tears silently escaping down his face.
The tongue in his mouth moved slowly and with deliberation. Canada felt as if his entire soul was being searched by the other so as to know his weak spots and which secrets to use against him later. Ivan's head was tilted to gain better access, and as America was whimpering and trying to gain any semblance of control, there was a tongue lightly sweeping the roof of his mouth, along his teeth.
Canada didn't realize he was arching away from the sensations, leaving his neck bare until he felt the Russians free hand kneading and stroking at the skin near his collar bone. And with his brother whining next to him, a tongue in his mouth, hand caressing near his neck, Matthew felt the utter closure that his invasion would soon be after his brothers. So his tears renewed themselves, falling past his damp cheeks, inhaling sharply through his nose even as that tongue rubbed against his own, twisting and searching for power. Dominating and slow as it dragged across the edge of his own tongue, underneath then turning, moving up to do the same to the other side.
Then there came the sound of hurried footsteps and everything all at once ceased.
Canada was left lying on his back, crying freely next to his brother, who was choking back his own sobs with gasps of air after the removal of the Russian scarf. Pants undone, and one hand clawing at the sleeve of Canada, Alfred had never looked worse. His eyes wide, angry tears streaming into his hair, he coughed out for air. An arm made it up to cover his tear stained face as he gritted his teeth and clutched onto his brother as if they might be separated from each other.
And as the hurried steps of Arthur found them lying together on the floor, they had never felt so young in their entire lives.
-- reCAPTCHA is Brother Ransom LOL! That being said, this was my first fanfiction ever so I appologize for grammar or characterization errors. I tried to keep all three of them as close to their Hetalia verse personalities as I could given the... request XD
Author!anon wants to thank OP for requesting, this was fun to write and a new experience for me. I hope you enjoyed it.
Re: Russia/America/Canada Part 3/3
anonymous
March 30 2009, 22:13:26 UTC
I am in the middle of homework, so I cannot give this the review that it deserves, but I liked this fic so much that when I procrastinated by checking out fanfics, yours was one of the first that I checked to see it was updated!
Anyways, this story is really really really great. Especially for a first fanfiction. I loved the way you detailed everything, the symbolization of what everything that was happening to them meant in the bigger world (Which most Hetalia fanfic writers rarely do) and how you characterized all three of them. I thought you kept them perfectly in character! Good job!
And then there was a hand grasping his jaw, guiding his eyes away from the sight to gaze upon violet pupils. Ivan's face was a vision of impassivity, and it scared Canada even more than what was happening to his brother because that calm smile was telling him that everything would be alright, Russia is here. Everything all right.
There were chapped lips ghosting across his own, puffs of warm air hitting his mouth and sliding across his skin. And he jolted back at the feeling, remembering he had to breathe and gulping in air. This seemed to be what Ivan was waiting for as the lips were on his once again, slow and moving and yet Canada still couldn't keep up, terrified by the deep hysteric breaths his brother was taking next to him. When a tongue entered his mouth he could feel the American shaking against his arm, trying to fight off the sensations he was feeling run through his body. Canada heard a muffled squeak escape Alfred's mouth and out of the corner of his eye he could make out the image of the American, head twisted back, with tears silently escaping down his face.
The tongue in his mouth moved slowly and with deliberation. Canada felt as if his entire soul was being searched by the other so as to know his weak spots and which secrets to use against him later. Ivan's head was tilted to gain better access, and as America was whimpering and trying to gain any semblance of control, there was a tongue lightly sweeping the roof of his mouth, along his teeth.
Canada didn't realize he was arching away from the sensations, leaving his neck bare until he felt the Russians free hand kneading and stroking at the skin near his collar bone. And with his brother whining next to him, a tongue in his mouth, hand caressing near his neck, Matthew felt the utter closure that his invasion would soon be after his brothers. So his tears renewed themselves, falling past his damp cheeks, inhaling sharply through his nose even as that tongue rubbed against his own, twisting and searching for power. Dominating and slow as it dragged across the edge of his own tongue, underneath then turning, moving up to do the same to the other side.
Then there came the sound of hurried footsteps and everything all at once ceased.
Canada was left lying on his back, crying freely next to his brother, who was choking back his own sobs with gasps of air after the removal of the Russian scarf. Pants undone, and one hand clawing at the sleeve of Canada, Alfred had never looked worse. His eyes wide, angry tears streaming into his hair, he coughed out for air. An arm made it up to cover his tear stained face as he gritted his teeth and clutched onto his brother as if they might be separated from each other.
And as the hurried steps of Arthur found them lying together on the floor, they had never felt so young in their entire lives.
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reCAPTCHA is Brother Ransom LOL!
That being said, this was my first fanfiction ever so I appologize for grammar or characterization errors. I tried to keep all three of them as close to their Hetalia verse personalities as I could given the... request XD
Author!anon wants to thank OP for requesting, this was fun to write and a new experience for me. I hope you enjoyed it.
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Anyways, this story is really really really great. Especially for a first fanfiction.
I loved the way you detailed everything, the symbolization of what everything that was happening to them meant in the bigger world (Which most Hetalia fanfic writers rarely do) and how you characterized all three of them. I thought you kept them perfectly in character!
Good job!
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