Russia/America/Canada
anonymous
June 20 2009, 01:47:49 UTC
I have no idea where this came from but, how about Canada walking in on Russia and America in a rather intimate moment, maybe in an office or something, embarrassed he tries to flee the scene only to be dragged back in by the two and taken advantage of? Or something along those lines ;D.
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anonymous
July 11 2009, 03:18:43 UTC
"Whether Ivan's here," America continued, voice softening with every moment that passed. "or not." He made sure to lock the door before returning to the other side of the room, where Russia was attempting to relieve Canada of his jacket
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anonymous
July 11 2009, 06:56:00 UTC
Because Russian is SEXY. *shameless Xenophile* ...Maybe it's just me, but threesomes seem to often leave somebody out... --- Hands moving blindly but seeming to hit their mark, Russia smiled. The young blonds before him were writhing and whimpering. He began murmuring to them. Not in English. In Russian.
They weren't really listening to what he was saying so much as the timber of his voice, anyway. Deep and hungry; hypnotic; in time with slow strokes against fabric.
Soon they were whining, and he liked it, but he stopped. They couldn't finish just like that. Not when the pants were still on. --- I am so sorry. This chapter was left unnattended for several hours, and I lost my muse, and I'm about to pass out. So, Authornon is going to sleep, and will hopefully fix this tomorrow.
Meeting in Private {6}
anonymous
July 14 2009, 06:30:21 UTC
"I-Ivan...fuck," America groaned as Russia drew away.
"Is that a request, Dorogoy?" Russia asked, smiling.
At that moment, Canada lurched forward into America, threw his arms around the other blond's neck, and kissed him desperately. The two who had been previously speaking were surprised.
America chuckled, gripping his brother's waist. "What's with this?" he asked.
Canada growled into his mouth, "If you don't keep going, I don't know what I'll do."
It wasn't much of a threat, but Canada's neighbords got the jist. Not that they couldn't keep him if they wanted, but at that moment he was willing.
"Come," Russia purred, slipping his large, deft hands around the thin middles of the needy males before him. They responded with mewls and touches. He smiled. --- Crap. Crapcrapcrap. Too tired to write. Need to write earlier. Sorrysoorryyy
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...Maybe it's just me, but threesomes seem to often leave somebody out...
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Hands moving blindly but seeming to hit their mark, Russia smiled. The young blonds before him were writhing and whimpering. He began murmuring to them. Not in English. In Russian.
They weren't really listening to what he was saying so much as the timber of his voice, anyway. Deep and hungry; hypnotic; in time with slow strokes against fabric.
Soon they were whining, and he liked it, but he stopped. They couldn't finish just like that. Not when the pants were still on.
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I am so sorry. This chapter was left unnattended for several hours, and I lost my muse, and I'm about to pass out. So, Authornon is going to sleep, and will hopefully fix this tomorrow.
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"Is that a request, Dorogoy?" Russia asked, smiling.
At that moment, Canada lurched forward into America, threw his arms around the other blond's neck, and kissed him desperately. The two who had been previously speaking were surprised.
America chuckled, gripping his brother's waist. "What's with this?" he asked.
Canada growled into his mouth, "If you don't keep going, I don't know what I'll do."
It wasn't much of a threat, but Canada's neighbords got the jist. Not that they couldn't keep him if they wanted, but at that moment he was willing.
"Come," Russia purred, slipping his large, deft hands around the thin middles of the needy males before him. They responded with mewls and touches. He smiled.
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Crap. Crapcrapcrap. Too tired to write. Need to write earlier.
Sorrysoorryyy
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Russia will call America Dorogoy on my head from now on <3333
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Anyway, this is hot O;;O I love it so much, thank-you writer!anon OwO.
MOAR pleasu -hits F5 key-
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I'll get back to it as soon as I recapture that pesky Muse. x3
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