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Whisper of Stars	By : tamasama Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 6255 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers or any of the characters. I make no money from the writing or distrobution of this story. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to the lives of any person, living or dead, is purely conincedental.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Canada ran his fingers across Kumajirou’s soft back, watching England pace to and fro across the hotel room, cussing away angrily. “I’m not sure what we can do.” He sighed, stopping to scratch the bear behind the ear.

“We can go to Ivan’s house and demand to see Alfred, is what!” The UK snapped angrily. It was the day after the meeting and he had tried calling Russia’s home some eight times, only to reach the answering machine the first seven. On the eighth and final call Lithuania had answered, telling him that Russia was busy and could not come to the phone.

“I don’t want to talk to Ivan, I want to talk to Alfred!” He had growled impatiently.

“Mr. Jones is also quite busy, so if I could take a message?”

“I don’t care if he’s fan-dancing for the god damned Tsar, tell him to get over here and talk to me!”

“…I- I’m very sorry, Mr. Kirkland, but there’s really nothing I can do….”

England had slammed the receiver down with a flurry of rather coarse language. Now he and Canada were speculating over America’s predicament while trying to come up with some way to extract him from Russia’s house.

“Ivan’s pretty crazy, Arthur. If he really is holding Alfred hostage, and we don’t know if he is, I doubt he’ll take kindly to our intrusion. He could try to go to war with us or something.” The Canadian readjusted his glasses and smiled down Kumajirou, who was thoroughly enjoying his petting, before he looked back to England in seriousness. “Do YOU want to fight him, because I know I don’t. I’m a big nation, but only in landmass. No offence, Arthur, but you’re pretty tiny. Ivan has so many people to throw at us-”

England turned to him, “And what, we should just let that mad bastard do whatever he feels like? Put aside familial relations for a minute and it’s still a huge problem! Think of what it would do to trade! One wrong move and all of our economies could come crashing down!”

“Well, yes…” Canada murmured, adverting his eyes. “I’m not sure what we could do, is all.”

“If only we could get a chance to talk to him, we could figure out exactly what is going on here.” Thick brows furrowed as he tapped his chin with the knuckle of his index finger. Silence stretched on for what felt like ages before his eyes lit up with a sudden stroke of genius.

“You!”

“M-me?” The younger nation asked, caught off-guard by the sudden outburst.

“Why didn’t I think of it before?! It would work perfectly!”

Canada swallowed audibly. “What would?”

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Tears pricked the corners of Canada’s eyes as he was lowered slowly down Russia’s chimney, the harness of England’s spy gear digging painfully into his sides and crotch. It was far too small for him but England had refused to take the time to go out and buy another one. Why did he always find himself in these sort of situations, anyway? Sure, he went generally unnoticed by most everyone but was that really reason enough to drop him into the scary Russian’s house as a spy? He wished that he still had Kumajirou to hug, the bear always helped ease his stress, but he had thought the mission dangerous and opted to leave the animal behind at the hotel.

“Try not to get caught!” England’s voice came through the bud in Canada’s ear and he sighed harshly.

No, Arthur, I’m going to paint myself yellow and run around his house wailing like a banshee. He thought, gripping the rope tighter. He just wanted to get out of the dark and soot-scented chimney and remove that painful harness. He could have been at home, eating a bowl of ice cream and playing cards with Cuba, but no. Here he was, waving back and forth like some kind of-

His feet finally touched the ground, so he ducked out of the fireplace and into the house, hoping and praying that Russia had not decided that now was a fine time to relax in his… What was this room, anyway? He looked around and felt satisfied in calling it a parlor, exhaling a relieved sigh at the room’s emptiness. He scurried to duck behind a sofa before he pressed his finger to the bud in his ear, “Well, I’m not caught yet.” he whispered, looking around. “I don’t know where anything is around here, Arthur. How am I supposed to find him?”

“…I didn’t really think of that.”

Canada wanted to punch him in the face.

“Just look around until you find some clues or something! Sometimes spies just have to wing it, I’ve had to do it before.”

“…Right.” He pulled off the harness and stuffed it under the large chair before he scuttled toward the door, straining his ears to be sure that no one was coming. Once he was satisfied that that was the case he tip-toed quietly into the hall to look one way, then the next. He hadn’t needed to enter the house to see how positively massive it was, and he had absolutely no idea where to start. The last thing he wanted to do was go wandering aimlessly through Russia’s home, practically begging to be seen. Eventually he chose to go right and hoped desperately that it was the right direction. He chuckled to himself. The ‘right’ direction.

It struck him as uproariously funny for some reason and he had to take a moment to stifle his laughter with his hand before he continued his sneaking. The house seemed to just extend on forever, room after room and door after door went by as the Canadian snuck to the best of his ability through the long halls.

“Maybe I should have brought Kumafrodo, at least he could sniff the way back to the chimney if I get lost….” He mused quietly to himself, scuttling down the hallway with his back pressed up against the wall. He stopped dead when he heard the muffled sound of voices coming closer down the hall. Panicking for a second, Canada spun around a few times in the hall, looking for a means of escape. A few doors that lead who knows where. Those were his only options. He had three doors to choose from, and the sound of footsteps and chatter came closer and closer.

"E-eeny, meeny, miney, moe..." He cycled through pointing at each of the three doors, hurriedly whispering through the method he often used to make tough decisions as his heart slammed in his chest. Finally he finished the little song and bolted across the hall to throw himself into whatever room the middle door lead to. He came crashing into a forest of jackets and closed the door behind himself as quietly as possible, then ducked down on the floor, pressing himself against the far corner of what had turned out to be a closet.

Canada's heart dropped into his belly when the sound of walking stopped just outside of the door. He shushed his breathing and curled up as small as he could and hid behind a long jacket as the door was opened to reveal Estonia and Latvia.

"...and then it just came sliding out of my fridge." Estonia was saying as he reached in to grab a coat without really looking. "It said 'Yey! Fuck fuck!' then hit the floor on these strange stick-legs and ran away."

"It could talk?" Raivis asked in unnerved wonder.

Estonia nodded, backing away from the doorway to allow Latvia through as he pulled his jacket around his shoulders. "I'm going to have to look for it when I get home. I'm still not sure what it is."

Latvia grabbed his own coat. "I was going to go to the bar after this, did you want to join me?"

"I've been keeping an eye on my health lately so I'm only drinking on special occasions now." Estonia pushed his glasses up on his nose and Latvia turned his head to look at him coworker. They stared at each other for a moment, an awkward silence permeating the air, before Raivis shut the closet door.

"At least we have the day off." He said, trying to fill the quiet as they walked away.

Matthew let out a long, relieved sigh at the sound of the men's receding footsteps, placing his hand over his chest to try and calm down. That had been way too close. This was all his idiot big brother's fault. Actually, both of his brothers' faults. If America hadn't of got himself kidnapped in the first place, then England would never have come up with such a stupid plan to get him back. The Canadian sighed, letting his head fall back against the wall. "I'm surrounded by idiots." He muttered to himself, deciding to wait there a little longer to be sure that no one else was coming.

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On the complete opposite end of the house, America tried to ignore the pain in his bandaged arm as he worked his hardest to fit Ivan's cock into his throat. He got it a little ways down, not much further than the very opening, before he gagged and had to pull back to turn his head and cough.

"This is hard." He grumbled, wiping a bit of spit from his chin.

"I am sure that you can do it." Russia said with a smile and pinched Alfred's cheek.

"Can't I get my hit first?" He asked, leaning back in to lick the length in his face languidly.

"This is a payment, not a privilege." Ivan pointed out, patting the pocket the usual needle sat in. "Try harder and eventually you will earn it."

"But it hurts." Alfred whined as he pulled Russia back into his mouth.

"What hurts?" He played with the golden hair lazily.

Alfred managed to get the head just slightly into his throat then his stomach heaved and he pulled back again, gagging and trying to force himself not to throw up. After a moment spent collecting himself, he cleared his throat and sighed. "Everything."

Russia chuckled and shoved Alfred's head back down, causing the man to flail a bit in surprise and let out an undignified whine when he jostled his arm. "Take as much as you can for as long as you can and you will have earned your shot."

Alfred gave a little grunt to let Ivan know that he understood, then rearranged himself in his place kneeling on the hard wooden floor to try and take some of the pain from his knees. He looked at the engorged member for a moment, steeling himself to try yet again, then parted his lips and drew Ivan into his mouth. He bobbed at the head a bit, finding a rhythm and making sure there was enough spit on it to even try and force it into his throat without choking himself, then slowly began taking more and more with each dip of his head. He tried to ignore the splitting headache above his right eye as he sucked and licked the thick shaft between his lips, relaxing his throat to the best of his ability in order to coax more of it inside.

And then he hit it, his "wall" of sorts. When he managed to get the full head down into his throat, his body automatically tried to swallow and he gagged. Russia groaned lightly at the spasm of the younger nation's throat, willing himself not to just push the boy down and see how far he could force himself inside. Instead, he lightly ran his finger's through America's blond locks to encourage him.

Alfred stopped for a moment, taking a moment to take a deep breath through his nose since he wouldn't be able to breath at all soon, and steeled himself not to swallow again. Maybe eventually, when his gag reflex was a little duller, but all it would end up doing now is making him puke. After a few seconds Ivan flicked him on the head, he wanted Alfred to stop stalling and get on with it. The American counted to three, scrunched his eyes in concentration, and pushed his head down further. It was slow going, as he was forced to stop every so often to get a control of his urge to swallow or gag. But slowly he managed to take Ivan deeper than he had ever managed before, the cock stretching his throat uncomfortably and cutting off his ability to breathe.

"Mmm, Alfred," Ivan purred, petting the man with a pleased smile on his face. "You're such a good boy. It is good that your mouth can be put to better use than saying stupid things and eating. Show me your arm."

Alfred's heart jumped at that; he had finally done well enough to earn his fix! He extended his left arm, using his right to hold onto Ivan knee for balance since it was bruised and sore from the injections. He started bobbing his head again, his throat finally having become somewhat accustomed to the uncomfortable intrusion. Eager blue eyes watched as the older Russian pulled a syringe from his pant pocket and uncapped it. When the slim metal slid into his vein Alfred didn't flinch, it didn't really hurt him anymore. And then came the drug. It spread through his almost instantly, making him feel slow and lethargic and so, so good. Amazing even. He would have let out a little moan if he had the ability, but considering the position he was in he just let his eyes fall shut and enjoyed the initial rush.

"Hey, keep going." Ivan pouted, poking America in the forehead. The blond blinked lazily and gave about half of a thumbs up before he went back to what he had been doing. Due to the relaxing nature of the drugs, he suddenly found it much easier to deep throat the older man without choking. While he went about sucking and lapping Ivan's dick he let his mind wander to whatever it felt like. It wasn't much more than a few disjoined and muddled thoughts. He was hungry, for one. So, so damn hungry that he felt like he was going to pass out if he didn't get something. He would have to remember to ask for food later.

Ivan leaned forward a bit and flicked Alfred's injured arm, causing the man to groan in pain. When America tried to pull away Russia just pushed his head down and slapped his arm again. His pained little noises just sounded too good. The drugged man worked diligently toward getting the Russian off, bobbing his head faster now and putting as much suction into it as he could with the half-numb sensation he was experiencing. It didn't take too terribly long, Ivan didn't have much reason to hold back.

"Don't swallow it yet." He instructed. Alfred just kept on with what he was doing, seeming to not have heard. Ivan grabbed his arm and squeezed and the younger man let out a sharp yelp at the pain of it. "Are you listening?"

Alfred nodded a bit and sighed when his arm was released. Ivan put his hand on his head, pushing him down as far as he could, and came. He pulled out and told Alfred to open his mouth, and the drugged man obediently followed the order. He opened up wide and stuck his tongue out, blinking slowly as he tried to focus his vision. Ivan held him by the jaw just a little too tightly and admired the sleepy-eyed broken look the man exuded. He looked fantastic.

"Alright," Russia said with a smile, patting Alfred on the cheek before tucking himself back into his pants. "Make sure to swallow it all like a good boy. Do you need anything?"

The American closed his mouth and swallowed the salty substance without much care to the flavor or unnaturally cold temperature. He just kind of shrugged, knowing that he had needed something but was unable to recall what that was.

"I just wanna lay down." He mumbled, dropping his head down onto Ivan's lap.

The Russian nation chuckled and drug Alfred up with him onto the bed. He shuffled him around a bit until he was laying in a more comfortable position before leaning over to place a soft kiss onto his temple. "Is that better?"

"Yeah." Alfred mumbled.

"How are you feeling?"

America cracked a crooked little smirk. "So... fucking... good." He slurred out.

"Do you want a little more?"

"God, yes."

Ivan reached into his pocket and pulled another syringe out and slipped it into the man's jugular vein. He only gave him half the hit since he didn't want him to overdose. He recapped the needle and leaned over to place a few kisses along Alfred's jaw and neck. "I love you." He said against the heated skin.

Alfred tried to say something but it came out as an unintelligible murmur.

A/N:

HOLY SHIT DID I JUST ACTUALLY UPDATE THIS?! I did! Amazing! I've actually had the first half of this sitting around for months now but I just couldn't get into it. I fell off of this for a while and I apologize. Hopefully I'll update faster but knowing myself I sadly doubt that. Yeah, I suck, I know. I don't like to use it as an excuse since I hate the people who throw it around everywhere when they don't even try, but I've got some mad ADD and it really fucks my shit up sometimes.

If you're wondering when, exactly, this takes place; some weird mixed up world of historical inaccuracy. In the present or the near future. Why are the Baltics still living with Russia? Because I wanted them to is why.
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