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An Endless War	By : Shenanigans Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Finally, smut is in this chapter

Tags: Noncon, anal, virgin, fingering, spit

Pairing: RussiaxAmerica

Feedback: I would love any tips you'd love to offer- compliments or constructive criticism.   During the next chapter, I will be giving more room for the readers to help decide what happens to America and the situation that will evolve. You can message me through the review, or my email.

Author Note: And, for your romancefans, this will eventually turn into a WAFF story.

Ivan’s cold, steely fingers tightened around the American’s hand, cutting circulation off, first turning it an unsightly shade of purple, before it lost all color, turning into the pale clammy hand you’d find on a drowning victim.

“Become…One…” Alfred repeated, face draining of color and body tensing up.

“And if America goes back on treaty, then Russia and the United Nations will have to declare war as well.” Ivan said happily, starting to pull the other out of the room, grip never slacking and voice calm, as if he were talking about the weather.   Alfred felt numb, what had he gotten himself into? This whole deal seemed so perfect- a happy ending to a miserable story.   But Ivan had tricked him…That fucking bastard!

The worst part about all of this, was that he could do nothing.

The deal was sealed, he couldn’t go back on it – and if he tried to decline, then him losing the war would become almost inevitable.

Ivan stopped at a closed door and he turned towards the American, studying him curiously.   “This will not feel good.”   The door was shoved open and Alfred was shoved in, the Russian stepping in after him.   He had been half-expecting to see a dungeon, but instead it was just a fairly ordinary bedroom on the other side of the door.   Stumbling clumsily, the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he dropped onto the mattress, eyes wide.

Ivan slowly began to unbutton his cloak, allowing it to slide to the ground in a small heap, his large scarf discarded lazily next to it.

“Strip.”

The younger nation stared at him with wide eyes, before shaking his head quickly. “What the hell- this wasn’t part of the agreement, I’m fucking leaving!” He began to stand, but Russia began towards the bed, steel-toed boots creating heavy thuds against the floor.    The silver-haired man leaned down, thumb running along the jaw, feeling the muscles clench under the pad of his finger.

“Would you rather me get the pipe?” He asked cheerfully, leaning down to give the corner of the man’s lip a gentle kiss. “We will become one – whether America is awake for it or not.”   He pulled back, staring down at the teenage nation, who’s body was shaking much more violently than when he was out in the cold.

“Now. Strip.”

Slowly, but obediently, Alfred began to work off his torn bomber jacket, allowing it to drop to the bed, before unbuttoning his shirt.    Once satisfied that Alfred was done protesting, Ivan began to strip as well, pulling his shirt off his head and sliding out of his boots.   Ivan, now completely naked, observed the nearly nude Alfred. His boxers were tacky, looking like a cut up American Flag.   Why did he still wear that? Surely he couldn’t have still been proud of his country – not after all of this.

Alfred observed the Russian’s smile, as Ivan slowly began towards the bed. In response, the teen scoot away, distancing himself as far away from the older nation as he could. But, before he could get too far away, his ankle was pulled into a strong grip and he was tugged backwards. “Are you ready America?”

The blonde stared up at him with a glare, before letting out a guttural noise and spitting on his face.   “Go to hell.”

Ivan’s smile didn’t falter.   “In due time, milaya moya…” Grabbing a fistful of blonde hair, he forced the other onto his stomach and pulled his hips up. Using one hand to keep the other’s hands pinned, he used the other to guide himself against the hole. It was tight, looking like a small pink flower. He gave a small nudge, but it didn’t open. Even without lube, someone who’d already lost their virginity would have opened up slightly. But no, he didn’t move. “Oh…You are Virgin?”

That infamous chortle he had returned and he lowered his throbbing cock, raising his fingers to his hand. “Ah, no time for lube, spit will do, yes?” He didn’t expect an answer, mostly just talking to himself.   He took three fingers into his mouth, thoroughly coating them with saliva. The blonde under him squirmed and kicked and screamed profanities, but, for the most part, Ivan ignored him.

“It has been while since I had virgin.” He mumbled thoughtfully, beginning to ease his fingers one at a time. The first finger brought a grunt, the second one a growl and the third one a pained cry.   Slowly, Ivan was realizing this may prove to be difficult. The man was already well-endowed, but coupled with the fact that America was unreasonably tight, would make it hard for him to fit himself in.

Oh well, he’d try.

His fingers created scissoring motions in the other, curling, then rubbing along the walls, trying to ease the other up a bit. He didn’t bother looking for the man’s prostate – this wasn’t for America’s enjoyment after all.

After ten minutes of stretching, he removed his fingers and gripped the base of his shaft, which had grown incredibly hard from his previous job. “Try not to bite too hard, may break teeth.”   He said happily, before releasing the other’s wrists and shoving himself in firmly.

He managed to get halfway inside, before Alfred’s hole tightened considerably, forcing the other to stop in his place. His large calloused hands rest on the other’s hips, rubbing them gently, waiting for the reaction.

A long wail left Alfred.

Ah, there it was.

Back arching and tears streaming down his face, the younger nation gripped the sheets under him, body tensing up. “Stop! Russia! Please –fuck- it, ah, it hurts!”   His back arched downwards, then up, fingers prying into the pillow under him. His glasses slid off, landing somewhere underneath him, though that was the least of the nation’s worries right now. “T-Take it out-“ He was barely able to speak through the sobs, head shaking and hair sticking to his forehead. “-I-It’s tuh-too big!”

Russia chuckled lightly, shaking his head at the other’s words.   Why did America think that was going to help him at all? In fact, it was turning Russia on even more – it took all his will power not to thrust himself fully into the man under him after he said such seductive things.

“It will be over soon, America – we are nearly one.”    With that, he slowly pulled himself out, then pushed himself back in. Every thrust he forced himself in a little deeper, until the sound of hips slapping hips occupied the room, along with the whimpers and sobs of America.

“Ivan-“ The word came out as a plea, a beg to stop and Ivan knew it, but with America under him, a cock sliding in and out of his ass and that sweet tear-stained face pressing to the pillow, it was just as arousing as a moan.   His thrusts became violent and erratic, losing the original rhythm and instead plunging harshly inside at will.     He closed his eyes and leaned down, tongue running gently over the nation’s shoulder.

Alfred let out a choked groan, shuddering at the feeling of the hot tongue and panting. He no longer hurt, everything was just numb now.   He could feel something inside of him, he knew it was there, but it didn’t really register anymore. It was like it was no longer happening to him.

A little escape from reality.

But that feeling was gone, as soon as he heard a low growl from above him, then a warmth spread through him.   His eyes widened and his fingers raked down the sheets as he was filled with the other’s seed.

The panting Russia slowly pulled out of Alfred, staring at the abused hole, rubbed raw and slick with cum. It was almost erotic enough to pull him into round two – but, he wasn’t going to push too far. The American would need a rest and he’d grant him that.

He stood up, pulling on his clothing and glancing to the man - the deal was complete, they were one. “You will stay here for rest of time.” Without giving the other a second glance, he left the room, door closing and a series of clicking-locks echoing after.
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