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A hand slid across Canada’s forehead into his hair, tilting his face up.
“You’re so cute,” America told him with a cocky smile as he directed him to move faster over his length.
Canada’s eyes narrowed. He couldn’t believe what he had agreed to. A blowjob for half the panhandle? The only thing more ridiculous than the deal was the fact that UK forced him to take it.
His glare shifted sideways to the Brit who watched them with a poorly disguised fascination. He was supposed to be on Canada’s side, but since he had come, UK had done nothing but help America. Pompous idiot. He was so removed from everything on that island of his, he had no idea how much blood and sweat and heart Canada had poured into exploring the wilds of British Columbia, only to have his coastline snatched out from underneath him.
He snorted softly to himself and set about finishing. The quicker America came, the sooner he would be out of this humiliating situation.
America apparently had different ideas, though.
“Mm-hey!” Canada exclaimed, pulling his mouth away as he felt his hands secured behind his back by a belt. Screw the deal, he didn’t sign up for this.
America pushed the blond backwards over the table, the maps crinkling under his back, several of them slithering to the floor with a dry rasp.
“Let go of me!” Canada struggled against the imposing grip of the southerner, kicking at him like a mule, but the other man simply caught his legs underneath his armpits and held him still.
“Shut his mouth, would you?” America asked politely to the Brit.
“Of course,” UK replied just as calmly. They could have been talking about tea or the weather.
Canada felt his head pulled backward over the edge of the desk, his glasses sliding up his forehead and off, clattering on the floor as the Brit forced himself past the lips of the Canadian who was too surprised to really resist.
“You’re such a good boy,” UK murmured, tracing his hand along the line of the Canadian’s jaw as the American nibbled at the prone man’s now exposed Adam’s apple, making him shiver at the raw helplessness of his position. It was the same sort of helplessness he always felt at the hands of the two superpowers.
Canada felt tears of frustration and pain come to his eyes. He couldn’t fight them, not really. As much as they needed him and his raw resources, the truth was he needed them more. Perhaps they’d make this quick and no more painful than it already was. His jaw was already beginning to ache.
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