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When America first visited Alaska after its purchase from Russia, he had been quite apprehensive about the entire venture. Besides expansion of territory, what did the little northern ice-block have to offer him or his people? It seemed like a huge mistake on Seward’s part, as much as Alfred had trusted the man, his treasured Secretary of State, in the past.
Until the young man realized with no small amount of surprise that from a certain spot on that seemingly worthless bit of land, he could see right over the waters and into Russia’s home. Most notably, Alfred could see right into the elder nation’s large-windowed bedroom.
It was at that moment that Alfred decided the Icebox actually had a very valuable use, and built a small house on that exact spot of coastal land. Although the American justified this action by saying that it gave him a chance to see his little brother more often (which was true) and that it would also allow him to more easily check up on potential threatening movements made by Russia (which was also true), he also knew this was not exactly the entire truth, nor was it the largest reason behind his new home’s birth.
When Alaska was first acquired, America didn’t exactly know how to express his desire for the strange man that was his neighbor across the sea. They were both troubled by a lot of internal (and external) problems at the time, and the blond knew he couldn’t just hop onto a boat, row over the water, and jump on the Russian like the horny teenager he felt like; Al couldn’t ignore his duties to his fellow Americans for his own personal benefit. So instead he contented himself with watching Russia from his own bedroom window, his bed just beneath it so that he could push his curtains aside on those rare nights he was free and admire Ivan from afar.
This routine continued for years and years, and by the time Alfred had a moment to act upon his lust for the vodka-crazed Russian he was in a war with him, and touching was strictly forbidden, completely out of the question.
But watching-watching was not. Watching the object of his obsession from the confines of his bedroom was alright, because really, he had to defend himself from nuclear attacks or threats of violence-
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It was at the beginning of a night like this that Matthew walked into America’s room, squeaking in shock at the sight of his brother nude and pumping himself into a state of arousal while his gaze was directed intently out the window. Following America’s line of vision the Canadian jolted when he realized just who, exactly, Alfred was jerking off to.
“Al, what the hell do you think you’re doing-“
“Shut up, Matt, just-just watch,” was America’s throaty retort, effectively quieting his sibling’s lecture.
Hesitantly, and for some reason he couldn’t quite explain, Canada joined his brother on the small bed and allowed himself to observe the scene unfolding in Russia’s bedroom across the way.
The Soviet was standing in the middle of his room, stripping in clear view of the window, whose curtains it seemed he had never even thought of shutting. He undressed slowly, teasingly, almost as if every movement of rough cloth away from his burly body was meant to seduce anyone who may be watching-as if Russia were putting on a show for someone. But that didn’t make sense, of course it didn’t, because his back was to the window so all that could be seen was his back and his rear-
Until Ivan wandered over to his bed, which Canada had ignored up to that point, Ivan’s bed that was positioned to face towards the window. And when Ivan settled his back against his headboard and pillows he too was facing the window, his legs bent at the knees and splayed open as if…as if he-
“He knows I watch him,” Alfred whispered, jerking Matthew out of the trance he seemed to have fallen into, “He has to. It wasn’t long after I started to watch him that he moved his bed to face me, and suddenly started to take his time when he jacked off. I think he likes doing it as much as I like watching it.”
The entire time he spoke Al never took his eyes off of Russia’s movements and when he groaned, fist tightening and speed increasing over his dick, Matthew looked back over to Russia to see what was going on now-and promptly found himself whining gently at what he saw.
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Somewhere in the midst of Ivan doing all of these things Canada realized that he had been rubbing his own hardness through his pants, the erotic scene playing out affecting him much more than it should be. Forcing his hand to his side the younger brother bit his lip, trying to resist the urge to touch himself again-when a warm, gentle hand grasped his wrist and placed his palm against the bulge in the front of his pants once more.
“Go ahead and touch yourself, Matt. I don’t mind-he’s hot as hell when he tries to be, and it’d be a shame to let his show go to waste, wouldn’t it?” America’s lust-tinged but friendly grin was enough to convince the Canadian, and the next thing Matt knew he had unzipped his pants and wriggled out of them so that he could freely pleasure himself as well.
In the time that their attention had been diverted from Ivan, the Russian man had moved on in his activities-he was now shifting to his hands and knees, his ass high in the air and his fingers teasing around his entrance to spread some of the oil he was using there-and to heighten his anticipation. Matthew heard, vaguely, his brother saying something about how Russia rarely did this, but the Canadian man was far more interested in watching how Ivan’s pale back arched when two fingers forced his hole to stretch open, how a few drops of pre-ejaculate fell onto the sheets beneath the Russian from his overly-aroused length, and how the European pushed his hips eagerly against the intrusion as though nothing could possibly feel better to him.
It didn’t take long for there to be four fingers buried inside Russia’s tightness, twisting and thrusting and making the gorgeous man thrash and scream against his own touch, his cock and balls throbbing desperately between his thighs in a plea to be stimulated into release. When Ivan could finally take the pressure in his groin no longer he rubbed his prostate furiously and stroked himself roughly until he started to seize up from the relentless orgasm ripping through him, spurting his thick cum over his sheets in ribbons of white until he was sated, his cries gradually dying out to nothing as he fell limply to his bed with his chest heaving.
Across the ocean America and Canada were likewise reaching their peaks, both of them cumming hard and fast after Russia; America with his hands working his length as his mind imagined it was Ivan he was fucking, and Canada with fingers buried inside himself and his other hand pumping his erection, both of them imitating Russia’s rhythm.
A few minutes were spent in silence, all three of the nations reeling in the afterglow of their shared release. Ivan was the first to move, pushing his sweat-drenched silver hair from his eyes as he stumbled across the room to the lights to turn them off and allow him to sleep. Although Matthew did not understand what it was that kept him following the shadowy figure of Russia through the other’s room, he continued to do so-and when Ivan smiled at him through the moonlit window, a predatory and hungry grin that was meant for both he and Alfred, the Canadian couldn’t help a little shiver at the thought of what Ivan might do to them when this Cold War was finally ended. He found that he was really looking forward to the day when touching was finally allowed in this little affair-and he smiled back, timidly, blushing cutely at the smirking Russian.
Russia’s curtains closed, and Ivan was hidden behind them.
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HOLYNESS!!!!!111 I LOVE YOU, ANON who filled this request. This was wonderful and gosh, so hot!
Thank you for making my day better~~
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I especially like that Ivan figured out Alfred was watching and put on a show, and that Alfred knew he was watching, and the whole time they're technically enemies. You really picked the perfect time period for spying and voyeurism and showing off. Sexiest (Cold) war ever.
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Good job Anon!writer!
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o-oh god
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Damn! Now I really wish I could see Russia from my backyard! (*sob* But America is blocking my view!)
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I am moving to Alaska. Now.
(HOLY CRAP, RECAPTCHA: come see)
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