Smile! (part 1/prologue)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:00:47 UTC
This is probably more drawn-out than OP wanted. The request seems to want something short/funny--this ended up kinda long and hopefully funny. *FAIL* But I took this pairing as a challenge, and wanted to set up a situation in which it IS plausible that they'd be sleeping with each other.
So. I hope this is an enjoyable read anyway!
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Their first time was more or less an accident. At least, America certainly hadn’t woken up that morning saying, "I think I’ll try to seduce Belarus today!"
The idea was laughable. Anyway, America didn’t know much about Belarus back then--only that she was Russia’s little sister, and and she was creepy. And she was a commie.
This last detail immediately whisked her off of America’s Buddy List. Not that he would have paid her much mind even if she wasn’t a red-loving communist. Belarus was quiet, and weirdly intense, especially when it came to her brother. America didn’t know what was up with that, and he didn’t want to
( ... )
Re: Smile! (2/?)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:02:58 UTC
A sound at the door snapped his attention away from his papers. He blinked at Belarus, who stood panting in the doorway. She was flushed, as though she’d been running, and her sharp eyes scanned the room hungrily.
Finally, her slightly crazed gaze fell on America. Despite his natural calling as a Hero, he found it hard not to fidget nervously when confronted with a look like that.
“Have you seen my brother?” she asked, and her voice, deeper and more womanly than he’d expected, surprised him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard her speak before.
“Uh, no,” he replied. “Not since he left with you and everyone else.”
She slumped slightly in what looked like defeat (The defeat of a wolf who’d lost its prey. America tried not wonder what that meant.). A frown tugged at her lips as her eyes slipped off America and to the floor, their previously terrifying aspect fading and becoming simply sad.
America felt something in him stir, something that reminded him You’re the Hero!, and he cleared his throat. “Uh. By the way. We haven’t really met,
( ... )
Smile! (3/?)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:05:52 UTC
The next few minutes were a blur of furious motion and yells as the pair rolled and brawled across the floor. Belarus fought like an angry cat. A cat who was attempting to cut you open while hissing, “Don’t you dare speak of my beloved brother that way!” It was all America could do to keep some very crucial distance between himself and her knife-wielding hand as she tried to beat the crap out of him with her other limbs.
After much struggle, he eventually managed the wrench the knife away and throw it somewhere, after which Belarus simply pounded and kicked at him. And then he managed to grab her wrists and restrain her. And so their fight calmed down to a glaring contest, with him flat on his back and she straddling him, both panting and very angry.
Only America wasn’t that angry. Kind of peeved, but not really angry
( ... )
Smile! (4/?)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:09:43 UTC
The first time had been so good, that as soon as it was over America knew he wanted to be with Belarus again. He didn’t even mind that she topped. She was rough and demanding in sex in a way that none of his lovers had ever been. And since she wasn’t getting any action anywhere else--not from her brother or any other nation (they were all too terrified to get near her, either because they thought it might incur Russia’s wrath or because she herself scared the living daylights out of them)--she agreed that they might do it again sometime.
But--she explained, as she effortlessly redressed herself in layers of skirts and bow straps--this was a purely physical agreement. Russia was still her only true love. America meant nothing to her.
That was fine with America. He’d had fuck buddies before, and it was nothing new to him. Anyway, he couldn’t imagine taking Belarus on dates. Not when she kept that many weapons hidden about her person
( ... )
Smile! (5/?)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:11:37 UTC
Over the years, they met when they could. Their sessions together, frequent during the World War, were much further in between afterwards.
America came to conclude that the rough passion of their first time had been mostly due to Belarus’s pent-up frustrations. While sex with her was always amazing (Seriously, how could she twist her hips like that?), it was never quite the same as that first time, when Belarus had put herself into the act completely.
When they screwed, Belarus had the distinct quality of attempting to distance herself from her partner. She’d shut her eyes, apparently focusing inwards, into herself, as she rode him. America would look up at her, watching and guessing at all the little private sensations and pleasure-thoughts that drifted across her lovely face. And he’d have the strange feeling that, although sex was something you undoubtedly did together, the two of them might as well have just sat together and masturbated
( ... )
Smile! (6/?)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:13:28 UTC
Another meeting. Ever since becoming a superpower, America’s life seemed to revolve around meetings.
Russia was giving him shit again, and America gave it right back. This whole Iron Curtain thing, which had originally seemed like a bit of an exaggeration on Churchill's part (“Geez, Iggy, you worry too much.”), was actually starting to really bug the hell out of America. It seemed like Russia enjoyed riling him up, and he took the bait every time.
They debated back and forth. America noticed, without much condemnation, how Belarus’s eyes swam with admiration every time her brother spoke.
The debating was slowly but surely escalating into a shouting match between America and Russia (the latter of whom would not stop smiling, which only pissed off America even more), and then other countries started yelling their opinions, and the familiar destination of Total Chaos began coming into view. Germany slammed his fist down on the table to call order.
“Enough, this isn’t even productive anymore! We’ll have an hour recess. Everyone leave
( ... )
Smile! (7/?)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:22:06 UTC
When he turned back, Belarus was standing on the table in just her boots and underwear, dress discarded on the floor. America sucked in his breath
( ... )
Smile! (8/?)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:23:39 UTC
Then he perceived that Belarus was beginning to glare impatiently, and he ran his hands along her thighs. A whispery sigh of satisfaction escaped her.
She jolted and hissed with surprise when he ducked his head down to plant a kiss on her clit. Then he explored her with his tongue, and he felt a wonderful thrill at the small, strangled sounds he was coaxing out of her.
He inserted a finger into her, found she was already plenty wet, and drew back. He positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed in.
“Mmnnaaah,” she cried, so, so quietly. Her eyes were squeezed shut in concentration, but her hand reached out blindly for contact. He leaned over her, supporting himself with one arm against the table and the other anchored at her hip. Her hand landed his shoulder and stayed there.
They established a rhythm quickly. America lost himself to sensation and motion--in, out, in--and soon had to rest his sweat-dampened forehead against the table, if only so he could spend more energy on thrusting faster, deeper. And now Belarus’s mouth was
( ... )
Smile! (9/10)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:25:20 UTC
America’s muscles seemed to breathe a sigh of exhaustion and promptly abandoned him. He slumped against Belarus with a shuddering sigh of his own, resting his head against her breast. In the far corners of his mind, a part of him that still possessed something resembling thoughts hoped she wouldn’t mind. The warm hand that came to rest in his hair was reply enough.
The first real thoughts that came into his mind demanded that he say something. They’d just had fantastic, meaningful sex. If this were one of his movies, now would be the time they stare at each other, admit their undying love for each other, engage in some post-coital kissing and then fade to black.
Well, America didn’t think they exactly had undying love for each other, and you couldn’t fade to black in real life (which was really such a shame; he’d asked Japan if he might do some research into rectifying this), but he was all for post-coital kissing. So he lifted his head to look at Belarus, who still had the tiniest hint of that smile, and
( ... )
Smile! (10/10)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:29:05 UTC
Aaand we round off to a nice ten chapters! I feel accomplished.
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Lithuania’s eyes shifted nervously from Russia, seated and brooding at his personal desk, to his heavily padlocked and reinforced bedroom door. On the other side of that door, something very scary was pounding furiously against the wood and iron, screaming phrases that varied between It didn’t mean anything! I only love you, Brother! and I promise to spiritually purify myself for our marriage! I’ll be a virgin again!
Russia did not respond to any of these entreaties, only continued to stare ominously into some inner-space. Puzzled, Lithuania ventured the question:
“Russia? I don’t mean to pry, but... shouldn’t you be happy that Belarus might have found someone else?” Not that it’s stopped her from continuing to obsess over you, he added mentally
( ... )
Re: Smile! (10/10)
anonymous
August 13 2009, 21:32:13 UTC
Russia.
OH RUSSIA.
I've been frantically f5ing this since part1 popped out and oh god was it worth it. The buildup between America and Belarus seemed so ...plausible! The sex was hot!
AND RUSSIA!
oihfsoihfosihfsohfdsoih that line.
This could be the most epic and dysfunctional and disturbing love triangle ever.
They have a quickie during a meeting break. Russia walks in on them and he is faced with the explicit scene of their genitals still 'connected'.
That's how the Cold War started.
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So. I hope this is an enjoyable read anyway!
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Their first time was more or less an accident. At least, America certainly hadn’t woken up that morning saying, "I think I’ll try to seduce Belarus today!"
The idea was laughable. Anyway, America didn’t know much about Belarus back then--only that she was Russia’s little sister, and and she was creepy. And she was a commie.
This last detail immediately whisked her off of America’s Buddy List. Not that he would have paid her much mind even if she wasn’t a red-loving communist. Belarus was quiet, and weirdly intense, especially when it came to her brother. America didn’t know what was up with that, and he didn’t want to ( ... )
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Finally, her slightly crazed gaze fell on America. Despite his natural calling as a Hero, he found it hard not to fidget nervously when confronted with a look like that.
“Have you seen my brother?” she asked, and her voice, deeper and more womanly than he’d expected, surprised him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard her speak before.
“Uh, no,” he replied. “Not since he left with you and everyone else.”
She slumped slightly in what looked like defeat (The defeat of a wolf who’d lost its prey. America tried not wonder what that meant.). A frown tugged at her lips as her eyes slipped off America and to the floor, their previously terrifying aspect fading and becoming simply sad.
America felt something in him stir, something that reminded him You’re the Hero!, and he cleared his throat. “Uh. By the way. We haven’t really met, ( ... )
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After much struggle, he eventually managed the wrench the knife away and throw it somewhere, after which Belarus simply pounded and kicked at him. And then he managed to grab her wrists and restrain her. And so their fight calmed down to a glaring contest, with him flat on his back and she straddling him, both panting and very angry.
Only America wasn’t that angry. Kind of peeved, but not really angry ( ... )
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But--she explained, as she effortlessly redressed herself in layers of skirts and bow straps--this was a purely physical agreement. Russia was still her only true love. America meant nothing to her.
That was fine with America. He’d had fuck buddies before, and it was nothing new to him. Anyway, he couldn’t imagine taking Belarus on dates. Not when she kept that many weapons hidden about her person ( ... )
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America came to conclude that the rough passion of their first time had been mostly due to Belarus’s pent-up frustrations. While sex with her was always amazing (Seriously, how could she twist her hips like that?), it was never quite the same as that first time, when Belarus had put herself into the act completely.
When they screwed, Belarus had the distinct quality of attempting to distance herself from her partner. She’d shut her eyes, apparently focusing inwards, into herself, as she rode him. America would look up at her, watching and guessing at all the little private sensations and pleasure-thoughts that drifted across her lovely face. And he’d have the strange feeling that, although sex was something you undoubtedly did together, the two of them might as well have just sat together and masturbated ( ... )
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Russia was giving him shit again, and America gave it right back. This whole Iron Curtain thing, which had originally seemed like a bit of an exaggeration on Churchill's part (“Geez, Iggy, you worry too much.”), was actually starting to really bug the hell out of America. It seemed like Russia enjoyed riling him up, and he took the bait every time.
They debated back and forth. America noticed, without much condemnation, how Belarus’s eyes swam with admiration every time her brother spoke.
The debating was slowly but surely escalating into a shouting match between America and Russia (the latter of whom would not stop smiling, which only pissed off America even more), and then other countries started yelling their opinions, and the familiar destination of Total Chaos began coming into view. Germany slammed his fist down on the table to call order.
“Enough, this isn’t even productive anymore! We’ll have an hour recess. Everyone leave ( ... )
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She jolted and hissed with surprise when he ducked his head down to plant a kiss on her clit. Then he explored her with his tongue, and he felt a wonderful thrill at the small, strangled sounds he was coaxing out of her.
He inserted a finger into her, found she was already plenty wet, and drew back. He positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed in.
“Mmnnaaah,” she cried, so, so quietly. Her eyes were squeezed shut in concentration, but her hand reached out blindly for contact. He leaned over her, supporting himself with one arm against the table and the other anchored at her hip. Her hand landed his shoulder and stayed there.
They established a rhythm quickly. America lost himself to sensation and motion--in, out, in--and soon had to rest his sweat-dampened forehead against the table, if only so he could spend more energy on thrusting faster, deeper. And now Belarus’s mouth was ( ... )
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The first real thoughts that came into his mind demanded that he say something. They’d just had fantastic, meaningful sex. If this were one of his movies, now would be the time they stare at each other, admit their undying love for each other, engage in some post-coital kissing and then fade to black.
Well, America didn’t think they exactly had undying love for each other, and you couldn’t fade to black in real life (which was really such a shame; he’d asked Japan if he might do some research into rectifying this), but he was all for post-coital kissing. So he lifted his head to look at Belarus, who still had the tiniest hint of that smile, and ( ... )
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Lithuania’s eyes shifted nervously from Russia, seated and brooding at his personal desk, to his heavily padlocked and reinforced bedroom door. On the other side of that door, something very scary was pounding furiously against the wood and iron, screaming phrases that varied between It didn’t mean anything! I only love you, Brother! and I promise to spiritually purify myself for our marriage! I’ll be a virgin again!
Russia did not respond to any of these entreaties, only continued to stare ominously into some inner-space. Puzzled, Lithuania ventured the question:
“Russia? I don’t mean to pry, but... shouldn’t you be happy that Belarus might have found someone else?” Not that it’s stopped her from continuing to obsess over you, he added mentally ( ... )
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OH RUSSIA.
I've been frantically f5ing this since part1 popped out and oh god was it worth it. The buildup between America and Belarus seemed so ...plausible! The sex was hot!
AND RUSSIA!
oihfsoihfosihfsohfdsoih that line.
This could be the most epic and dysfunctional and disturbing love triangle ever.
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This could be the most epic and dysfunctional and disturbing love triangle ever. --> LOL, yes, exactly. XD
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(or, as the good captcha would say: "pooling yokels")
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You can fuck me anytime you want like Belarus with a vibrating strap-on
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