“Then I can’t see you enough to kiss you,” he said, even with their noses literally touching, his legs spread lewdly and accepting Russia between them, laid out on the table with his hands scratching at the back of Russia’s shirt until it tore.
“You don’t need to see me. I just need to see you.”
“But I want to see you.”
“You do not trust me?”
“Russia -”
“I’ve never seen you without your glasses since you got them,” said Russia, pressing his crotch against America’s, pinning him near painfully onto America’s kitchen table, “And when we have sex, they still stay on, and when you sleep, they still stay on… they are superglued to your face, da?”
“Right behind my ears, yeah,” moaned America, “They-they don’t come off.”
“And I told you if you took off my scarf my head would fall off, but it didn’t.”
“But I waited because could have. You don’t want to tempt fate.”
“But I'd rather live a little dangerously.” He licked at America’s cheek.
“I-”
“Please?”
There was a long pause, Russia’s tongue lingering at the glasses’ arm, hinting at what could have been if only the glasses were off.
“Just do it already…” America grumbled.
Russia bit the glasses’ arm, trying to pull them off as seductively as possible, but the glasses gave resistance, as if stuck there with some strong tape, but soon they were off.
“You are blind now?” asked Russia, setting the glasses aside, backing a way a bit to see his handiwork, only to find America’s eyes clenched tightly shut. “Of course you can’t see with them like that. Let me fix it,” he said, and using both hand pried each eyelid open. “There you are!” America looked straight at him, or maybe he didn’t. Russia blinked, trying to figure out why America looked so angry at whatever he was looking at.
“Oh!” Russia said, giggling, “You’re cross-eyed!” While the left looked straight at him, the right had drifted inwards to stare at his nose.
“Yes! Now give me back my glasses! I can’t see like this.”
“Oh, but it’s cute!” Russia gushed, “It’s so cute, how it struggles, it tries so hard to be like the other but it can’t, can it? It’s so weak and futile!”
“And you’re looking less and less cute in double vision,” America grumbled.
“Ah, do you want me to fix that?”
“You can’t fix it, I tried-”
“If I pulled it out, then you wouldn’t see double, right?”
“That’s a bad idea,” said America, feeling the heat between them fading. The former lust in Russia’s eyes had turned into that childish excitement, the same kind that he had when he gripped that metal pipe.
“I’ll give it back afterwards. Think about it, think, isn’t it obnoxious whenever I have to kiss around your glasses? They’re always in the way. It would be wonderful without them. It should pop right out!”
America thought for a moment. He’d always prided himself on being open to trying anything once.
“You’ll give it right back afterwards?”
“Right back. Of course.”
“And this is going to hurt.”
“We do such painful things to each other all the time. How is this any different?”
“No,” again, America refused, as he always does.
“Yes.”
“Then I can’t see you enough to kiss you,” he said, even with their noses literally touching, his legs spread lewdly and accepting Russia between them, laid out on the table with his hands scratching at the back of Russia’s shirt until it tore.
“You don’t need to see me. I just need to see you.”
“But I want to see you.”
“You do not trust me?”
“Russia -”
“I’ve never seen you without your glasses since you got them,” said Russia, pressing his crotch against America’s, pinning him near painfully onto America’s kitchen table, “And when we have sex, they still stay on, and when you sleep, they still stay on… they are superglued to your face, da?”
“Right behind my ears, yeah,” moaned America, “They-they don’t come off.”
“And I told you if you took off my scarf my head would fall off, but it didn’t.”
“But I waited because could have. You don’t want to tempt fate.”
“But I'd rather live a little dangerously.” He licked at America’s cheek.
“I-”
“Please?”
There was a long pause, Russia’s tongue lingering at the glasses’ arm, hinting at what could have been if only the glasses were off.
“Just do it already…” America grumbled.
Russia bit the glasses’ arm, trying to pull them off as seductively as possible, but the glasses gave resistance, as if stuck there with some strong tape, but soon they were off.
“You are blind now?” asked Russia, setting the glasses aside, backing a way a bit to see his handiwork, only to find America’s eyes clenched tightly shut. “Of course you can’t see with them like that. Let me fix it,” he said, and using both hand pried each eyelid open. “There you are!”
America looked straight at him, or maybe he didn’t. Russia blinked, trying to figure out why America looked so angry at whatever he was looking at.
“Oh!” Russia said, giggling, “You’re cross-eyed!” While the left looked straight at him, the right had drifted inwards to stare at his nose.
“Yes! Now give me back my glasses! I can’t see like this.”
“Oh, but it’s cute!” Russia gushed, “It’s so cute, how it struggles, it tries so hard to be like the other but it can’t, can it? It’s so weak and futile!”
“And you’re looking less and less cute in double vision,” America grumbled.
“Ah, do you want me to fix that?”
“You can’t fix it, I tried-”
“If I pulled it out, then you wouldn’t see double, right?”
“That’s a bad idea,” said America, feeling the heat between them fading. The former lust in Russia’s eyes had turned into that childish excitement, the same kind that he had when he gripped that metal pipe.
“I’ll give it back afterwards. Think about it, think, isn’t it obnoxious whenever I have to kiss around your glasses? They’re always in the way. It would be wonderful without them. It should pop right out!”
America thought for a moment. He’d always prided himself on being open to trying anything once.
“You’ll give it right back afterwards?”
“Right back. Of course.”
“And this is going to hurt.”
“We do such painful things to each other all the time. How is this any different?”
“Well, this time you’re doing it on purpose.”
“What?”
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