Help yourself, detka. (1/?) TBC
anonymous
September 5 2009, 22:55:57 UTC
Ok, here goes! this is the first time this anon is attempting to write something, so, i'm sorry in advance if anything goes wrong >_< Also, English is not my mother tongue, but i'm trying, but if you see any stupid mistakes, please excuse them >/////p.s. Detka = "baby" in Russian
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Help yourself, detka. (2/?) TBC
anonymous
September 6 2009, 14:25:01 UTC
Soon enough they reached a large dining room. In the middle of it there was a medium-sized round table.. wait, it only seemed medium sized compared to the room, actually, it was huge! 'What the hell for does a person who lives alone need such a huge table?' - Antonio thought in surprise. There were 2 chairs on the opposite sides of the table. Ivan took the smaller nation to one of the chairs and made sure that he was sitting comfortably, then walked around the table to his own chair and set down as well. The smile on his face was widening by the minute, making him look dangerous, as he was looking at Antonio from across the table
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Help yourself, detka. (3/?) TBC
anonymous
September 6 2009, 17:20:47 UTC
The tea was steaming hot, poured into white cups with blue floral pattern ("It's called gzhel. It is one of my folk arts."). It was black tea with peppermint and some other herbs added to it. Plates appeared on the table again, with more pirozhki, this time sweet, large cancakes, small dry bagels ("Net, net, these are sushki"), sausers with slices of lemon ("Put it into your cup. This is the Russian way of drinking tea.") and bowls with some kind of jam. Antonio moved one of the bowls closer to himself, took some of the jam into his spoon and tasted it. Yummy! It was made of small red berries Antonio had never tasted before. The aroma was strong and spicy, very unusual with a slight bitter aftertaste
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Re: Help yourself, detka. (3b/?) TBC
anonymous
September 6 2009, 17:48:45 UTC
The wisper made Antonio go weak in his knees. Ivan quicky, almost roughly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off Spain's slender torso. Then he removed the dirty trousers, leaving Spain only in his briefs. All the plates were quickly pushed to the edges of the table, creating a wide free space in the center, and then Antonio was thrown on there, yelping because of quick movement. Russia was standing in front of the table, the same carnivorous smile playing on his lips.
-What the hell?? Ivan, what are you doing, this is... - Spain was trying to keep the last bit of sense, before his head would start spinning around and he would give in.. What was about to happen was terrible, immoral, what would the other nations say...
-Shhhhhh. - Ivan pressed his own finder to his lips. - Now I will have my dinner too, da? His smile became even wider.
Help yourself, detka. (4/?) TBC
anonymous
September 6 2009, 20:05:45 UTC
Antonio was lying on the table, his face flushed, trying to hide the visible bulge in his briefs by covering it with his hands. Ivan shook his head, came closer and slowly slid the briefs down, chuckling when he noticed they had teeny-tiny tomato prints on them
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Help yourself, detka. (5/?) TBC
anonymous
September 7 2009, 00:04:03 UTC
Ivan dipped his finger into the bowl and smeared the varenye all over Antonio's lips. Before Spain had a chance to lick it off, the bigger nation bent down and kissed him, deeply thrusting his tongue into Antonio's mouth, playing and caressing, lisking Spain's lips and sharing sweet and spicy taste of foxberries, saliva mixing with syrup and making the kiss wet and sloppy. Antonio moaned into Ivan's mouth as he felt the large hands slide along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, almost reaching... When the sweetness was gone, their lips parted, with a slight disappointed moan from Spain. Ivan smiled and licked the smaller nation's lips one more time
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Foodsex
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-What the hell?? Ivan, what are you doing, this is... - Spain was trying to keep the last bit of sense, before his head would start spinning around and he would give in.. What was about to happen was terrible, immoral, what would the other nations say...
-Shhhhhh. - Ivan pressed his own finder to his lips. - Now I will have my dinner too, da?
His smile became even wider.
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F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5!!!
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*anon dies of bloodnose~~~*
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