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“Good show, Alfred!”
America beamed at England. “You’re happy with the result too, then?”
“Happy? I’m ecstatic!” England’s cheeks were bright red and his words were just a little bit slurred. He was obviously a bit drunk, so America didn’t hold it against him when he was grabbed and kissed on both cheeks.
Though the following kiss to his lips shocked him a little bit, and the firm indication that England wanted to kiss him more made him a bit nervous. “Hey, Arthur…”
“What? I’m just showing my appreciation,” England kissed him again. “Of your eminently sensible decision.” England’s hands started to wander, and with only a token show of reluctance America let himself be backed up against the wall. After all, he’d been so tense for so long…maybe it would be nice to relax a bit.
They kissed slowly, tenderly, and England’s hands worked their way up inside his shirt, warm and flat on his chest. “I’m so proud of you,” He whispered, tugging at America’s earlobe with his teeth. “So proud.”
“We’re all proud!” Germany’s voice. America pulled away from England, blushing, mortified to find a huge crowd of other nations congregated around them. “And we would all like to show you just how much we admire the choice you made today…” There was a mischievous glitter in Germany’s eyes that America had never seen there before. It told him without doubt that the admiration Germany professed to having wouldn’t be expressed with, say, flowers. Or a new statue.
“G-Guys…” He stuttered, anticipation curling in his stomach.
England started to tug his shirt up and he lifted his arms willingly, wondering if he really dared to do this. He knew he deserved some kind of reward for all the months of hard work, but…could he accept a reward like this?
The instant his shirt was off, England nudged him towards the crowd. Germany, Russia, Poland, they were all there, all opening their arms to him. Lithuania kissed him, melting against him. The kiss tasted of relief, and of joy.
Hands - he was pretty certain they were England’s - reached around him from behind and started to unzip his trousers. Other hands - though whose those were was a mystery - teased across his skin, skimming his nipples and stroking his hair. A very insistent pair of lips sucked at the juncture of his neck and shoulder and it was a combination of all of those things that made him throw his head back and moan.
He opened his eyes and realised that Russia, of all people, was the one licking his neck, and that both Sweden and Finland were caressing him with their icy pale hands. England finally succeeded in worming his hand inside his boxers, cupping him roughly, free arm locked about his waist. “Is this good?” He said softly.
“Y-Yeah, real good!”
“Tell us what you want. We’ll give it to you. You deserve it.”
“Well, my t-trade agreement with-oh!” America tailed off into a soft moan as Russia bit gently into his skin.
“What do you want for yourself, not as a nation?” England continued.
“I…I want…” Someone started to lick one of his nipples and he bit his lip, raising a hand to hold them there, looking down to find Latvia gazing back up at him shyly. “Are you glad, too?” Latvia nodded, and America sighed with pleasure. He always loved being the centre of attention, and the only thing better than being the centre of attention was being the centre of attention for something you’d done right.
“Tell us what you want, Alfred.” Germany’s voice was low and husky, and his lips were soft as he leaned over between Russia and Latvia for a kiss. America reached for him with his free hand, moaning against his lips as England started to stroke his cock slowly, teasingly. He felt as if he were tingling all over, like a firework about to go off.
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England chuckled behind him, hands spreading around America’s waist and pushing his trousers and underwear down with a flourish. “How do you want them?”
“I don’t know!” America looked around at them all, at the way their eyes fixed on him like starving men staring at a full plate. He still felt a little wisp of nervousness curling in the back of his mind, but it was mostly drowned out by the heat and need roaring up from his nether regions.
“How about, I fuck you from behind, you fuck France, and anyone who wants to can kiss you? Will that do for starters?”
Before America had time to agree France was in front of him, grinding up against him like the shameless whore he was, and England was behind him, pinning him between the two of them, and, and-!
“J-Jesus!” He cried, as they guided him down onto the floor. They were both so much older and so much more experienced than him; soon he was truly sandwiched between them, breath heavy in his chest, a prisoner to the staccato hip movements they were both making. He accepted the first kiss eagerly, without opening his eyes to see who it was. It was rough and passionate, and his first impression was of China, or maybe Switzerland. When he opened his eyes, a strand of ginger hair told him otherwise.
“Matt…” He sighed, reaching up to cup his cheek.
“I’m so happy for you, Alfred.”
America was about to reply when a particularly strong thrust from England sent his head dropping, a moan forcing itself from between his lips. His eyes were closed for the next kiss, too, until accompanying fingers began to pinch and tease his nipples. His eyes flew open and a gleam of glasses smiled back. “I didn’t think you…sh-shit that’s good… I d-didn’t think you cared about me, Roderich…”
“Your influence is far-reaching, Alfred, so I’d be a fool not to. Elisaveta also wanted me to ask if you would suck me off,” Austria said, as if he were asking the time. America stared at him.
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“It’s fine if you don’t want to, of course. This is, after all, your party.” Austria smirked.
“Well…I’ve never…I mean, I’ve never done that kind of th-th-oh!” The combination of Austria’s skilled fingers and France’s gasps of pleasure drove America’s reply from his mind. He nodded, licking his lips. “Yes!” The nervousness faded away to nothing. He was America, and America wasn’t afraid of anything! “I’ll try,” He panted. “I’ll try anyway!”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure!” He braced his hands again on either side of France as Austria unzipped his trousers and moved forwards, coat swirling cool air around America’s burning body as he opened his mouth. The feel of flesh on his tongue was strange, but not unpleasant. He sucked a little, tentatively, and Austria moaned appreciatively.
“Roderich, can’t you like, take off your coat? We totally can’t see anything!”
The coat fell to the floor with a whoosh, sending another blast of cool air rolling over and under America’s taut body. He remembered that there were other countries watching, other people getting off on this, and smiled. This was how he wanted it. The centre of everything, the object of everyone’s rapt attention. Oh, fuck, yes…
“Alfred! Mm, chere, I’m going to come soon, tell that idiot England to speed up so you can fuck me faster!” America couldn’t tell England anything around Austria’s cock, but the message seemed to have conveyed itself; England’s thrusts quickened, and America found himself moaning just as hard as France, raising one hand to grasp Austria’s thigh to keep his balance.
It was hard to divide his attention equally between them. When France did come he barely noticed, absorbed in working out what made Austria moan and how to make him moan more as he was dimly aware of England still fucking him roughly from behind - God, how much stamina did that guy have? And-
“Mmh! Mm…” His eyes opened as someone grasped his cock, and swivelled to see who it was. He couldn’t see, so he refocused his attention on Austria, his tongue roaming up and down his cock as he giggled inside at the soft German curses that were floating down to his receptive ears.
Euphoria was building inside him like a wall, like a plant growing up from his insides that threatened to burst out of his limiting human shell. It was hard to breathe, his lungs were on fire, and as he felt England come inside him the fire only burned harder. Kisses rained onto his back. “Bloody amazing, Alfred.”
“Oh yes, quite amazing indeed…” Austria’s refined voice was ragged around the edges and America felt an absurd sense of achievement - that was his doing, all his own work, and the praise showered forth - other voices all telling him he’d done well, that they were proud, that they were happy, for themselves and for him, and then Austria came, a whimper choking out of his throat.
America swallowed eagerly, and now there was only him and the hand. He leaned back, the heels of his feet pressing into his buttocks, and opened his eyes. Japan’s glossy hair met his gaze, his head bowed in concentration as his hand - amazing, lovely, gorgeous hand - sped up and slowed down, pulling him along on tenterhooks.
He looked around at everyone else, and came.
As people came closer to cuddle and pet him, he smiled.
If this was going to happen every time he voted Democratic, he’d have to start rigging the elections…
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Austria/America is fucking hot
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same with germany/america.
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Amazing, anon.
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"- other voices all telling him he’d done well, that they were proud, that they were happy, for themselves and for him..."
And I'll have you know that sentence made me RIDICULOUSLY SAD.
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Wonderful work, Anon.
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!!!
*DED*
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But you melted my brain.
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