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Warnings: Yaoi (RussiaxAmerica), extreme
angst, language, violence, hurt/comfort and explicit sexual depictions
ahead.� This fanfic
is intended for adult readers only.

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~ * ~� Flowers for a
Weed� ~ * ~

Chapter Three

By Arcadia Eclipse

�� You�re
a real prick, Ivan.�

�� I
didn�t expect Alfred to be happy with me but the hurt reflected in his eyes
brought me infinitely more pain than any verbal criticism that he could have
offered.� Sighing, I pressed a sunflower
into his hand but my young rival barely seemed to notice, his eyes still
downcast to the small patch of cement where his stubborn little weed had grown
persistently under the American�s faithful care until I removed the small bush
entirely.

�� It
was just a weed, Alfred.�

�� It
was mine!� You had no right!�

�� It
will be back in the spring.� They always
come back.�

�� I
received no response from the smaller man and though a more callous part of me
wanted to growl and forcibly drag Alfred away, a tiny, sympathetic voice in my
head bade me to retain my composure in silence and permit the young American to
mourn the death of his cherished plant.�
I said nothing, watching him crouch and lay my given sunflower upon the
cracked cement in memorial for a little weed that was down in its prime.� Despite my best efforts, however, I could not
contain the annoyed sigh that left my lips and Alfred rose again to glare at me
in mounting irritation.

�� You
really are an ass, Ivan.� Seriously.�

�� I
am well aware of that.� We should head
back, though.� It is almost dark.�

�� Fine,
but I�m not coming back here,� he stated definitively, turning his head as if
my garden disgusted him now while he strode swiftly out of the greenhouse and
back the way we had come through the snow.�
I hated stalking after him in silence but Alfred didn�t show any signs
of slowing down, taking the stairs two at a time and refusing to turn his head
no matter how many times I spoke his name while trailing after the angry
foreigner.

�� Alfred,
do you want to talk about this?�

�� Leave
me alone.�

�� His
animosity towards me was almost tangible in the air, thick and suffocating me
in its wake and yet the younger man still stubbornly kept his back towards me
though I wasn�t fool enough to leave him when we were standing in my own
bedroom.� It was bad enough that I had
been sleeping in a chair for nearly a month, having given my bed to the
American weeks ago so that he may heal faster in my care.� These days Alfred appeared far healthier than
I, waking refreshed and jovial each morning whereas my back ached more often
than not and I rarely managed to sleep through the night without the usual
battle with insomnia.

�� And all for what?� A stubborn brat that felt entitled to get whatever the hell he
wanted?� I refused.� I absolutely repudiated the thought of
prolonging a fight with him any longer than was necessary.� I would not allow such a stupid argument to
continue when there were far greater problems between our two countries that we
had chosen to blissfully ignore for weeks now.

�� Wordlessly
I approached the American as he remained standing before my window, my hand
slipping into the deep pocket of my coat and locking onto the same knife that
had cleaved Arthur�s flesh relentlessly for weeks.� He must have seen my reflection in the window
as I withdrew the menacing blade because Alfred�s eyes suddenly went wide and
he whipped around right as my fist shot forward and embedded the knife in the
wooden molding just beside his head.� The
look of fear on his face was unmistakable but it quickly melted into confusion when
I backed away, leaving my blade beside his head as I began to undress before
him keeping only my pants and undergarments in place.� With my arms extended out to the sides, my
palms open and turned towards the floor, he could clearly see that I was
unarmed when I turned my back to the American and stood boldly exposed before
him.

�� You�re angry with me,
Alfred.� I see your smiles, hear your
laughter but I am not a fool.� I know
that deep down you must hate me.� For
everything that I�ve done do you, all the times that I hurt you for no reason,
all the scars I�ve left upon you, all the times I made you cry�� Make us even, Alfred.� Show me how all of your pain and hate for me
really makes you feel��

�� I
purposely kept my eyes averted downwards, not wanting to see the smaller man
take his deserving revenge upon my exposed body for all of the pain that I had
inflicted upon him.� I could hear his
soft approach, could feel the warmth of his breath falling upon my naked back,
and in that moment I mentally readied myself for the agony that accompanied
torn and bloodied flesh.� When he touched
me, however, it was not with the unforgiving metal of my blade but instead the
American�s warm arms slowly wound about my waist and I stood there in shock
trying to make sense of this situation.

�� Alfred�s
tender embrace was probably the last thing that I expected the American to
do.� Killing me
and fleeing for his homeland were number one and two on my list respectively,
but this couldn�t be real.� No one, no
sane person could be this compassionate towards someone that had spent weeks
torturing and mutilating him for mere sadistic satisfaction.

�� You
don�t believe in revenge?�

�� I
believe in second chances.�

�� Although
it took considerable effort to overcome my surprised state, I managed to raise
one of my hands to clasp over his lightly upon my chest.� Why was I shaking all of a sudden?� Why did it feel like my heart was about to
burst from my chest and abandon me altogether?�
My heart hurt but somehow all of this was my own doing.� How could he be so kind to me after
everything that I had put him through?

�� You�would
forgive me?�

�� Of course.�

�� But why?�

�� Alfred
nuzzled the back of my shoulder like a kitten, speaking quietly into my flesh
but with absolute sincerity.

�� Because
if you didn�t really regret everything you did then you couldn�t smile at me
like you do.� Like you
really care about me.�

�� Am
I that obvious?�

�� Yes.�

�� The corners of my lips quirked ever-so slightly.� I didn�t know when or how it happened but
Alfred must have seen a gradual change in me over our weeks together that even
I had missed somehow.� I couldn�t explain
it.� I couldn�t fathom how in the world
this man had changed me, but here I was bringing his hand gently to my lips to
kiss his fingers with the utmost tenderness.�
He deserved this from me now.

�� Alfred�I
like you.�

�� I
know.�

�� He
shifted around to stand in front of me now, cupping my cheeks and drawing my
head down for a slow, intimate kiss.� We
had shared so many of these lately.� Why
was I so blind to how I felt about him after all this time?� His body was strong and lean, smaller than
mine but the American didn�t cringe or cower in my arms like my Baltic lovers
did.� No, Alfred exuded confidence when
stroking his thumb over my lower lip and smiling up at me.

�� I�m
ready now.� Will you let me make love to
you, Ivan?�

�� His
unexpected words gave me pause and I blinked down on him looking for a glimmer
of humor in his eyes, mildly discouraged to confirm that Alfred�s smile was
still sweet and honest but without a hint of jest.� Would it really be so bad though?� I had been with my fair share of lovers over
the years but not once had I been the submissive partner in my romantic
endeavors.� Never before had I been with
a man that I could honestly consider a rival worthy of my submission, but
Alfred had proven his strength to me on more than one occasion and perhaps it could
be a positive learning experience for the both of us.� I already knew that the American had never
been with another man.

�� I
licked my lip, smiling softly for him.

�� I
would like that, Alfred.�

�� And
it�s okay if I�m on top?�

�� Da.� It�s okay.�

�� I
always melted a little every time that the younger man beamed at me in obvious
joy while a more jealous part of my brain insisted that I never part with Alfred
lest another man be the one graced with his brilliant smiles.

�� Alfred
grabbed my hand, dragging me towards the bed and giving me a playful shove to
fall backwards on the mattress before he climbed atop me with a laugh, nipping
my lips as we kissed, all while his fingers went to work clumsily unfastening
both of our clothes with haste.� Even
with the brash American now settled dominantly between my legs I found I didn�t
care much anymore about being a submissive as long as it was with him.

�� A
sudden knock at my door earned a low growl from my throat but Toris poked his head into the room before I could caution
him.

�� Seriously,
Ivan, this is really, really importa..aah!� I..I�m
so sorry!�

�� Toris,� I groaned as Alfred�s hand slipped into my pants,
apparently oblivious to our interruption, �I swear to God, I am going to kill
you if you don�t leave us.�

�� The
startled Lithuanian instantly jerked his head out of the room and shut the door
with another flurry of apologies.� Really,
I could only imagine his massive shock at seeing me on my back, half clothed
and with my naked thighs cupping the eager American�s hips while the younger
man�s hand moved inside of my pants pleasuring me.� It did take a considerable amount of
restraint on my part not to suddenly flip our positions and press him into the
bed beneath me.� Some habits were hard to
overcome but I had to learn at some point.

�� Nn�Alfred..�

�� My
cock twitched in his fist but thankfully I remained coherent enough to strip
him of his remaining clothes and then fumbled with the bedside drawer for a
moment.� It wasn�t easy trying to locate
anything in my prone position when I had no visibility and was reduced to
searching the contents from touch alone.�
Alfred blinked at me curiously for a moment as I withdrew a small tube,
looked to confirm it was indeed lubricant and not ointment for sore muscles,
and then handed it to him.� Although his
cheeks flushed upon reading the label, the American grinned down at me just the
same while boldly shifting to sit upon my legs for the time being.

�� I
guess this makes it easier, huh?�

�� To say the least.�

�� So
I just�put it in and kinda..move
my fingers?�

�� Basically,
yes.� It helps relax the muscles and
keeps them from tearing.�

�� Alfred
nodded.� I didn�t fully understand his
nervousness with this (I was the one that should be nervous for fucks sake) but
perhaps my rival�s inexperience had him tentative about being with another
man.� I made every effort not to rush
him, patiently rubbing his hip and watching as the American squeezed a
considerable amount of lubricant onto his fingers then slowly moved his hand
into position.

�� My
heart skipped a beat.

�� Nnngh!� I..Ivan..�

�� He
was gorgeous- flushed and his chest rising a little faster as my lover slid two
oiled fingers into his body whilst straddling my thighs.� I had seen all nature of pornography and
exotic entertainment during my lifetime but nothing even remotely compared to
watching Alfred Jones finger himself as he perched on my naked lap.� I nearly came just from observing the
beautiful young man pleasure himself but thankfully I reined in my excitement
enough to focus on stroking his back and kissing Alfred�s chest and collar in
encouragement.

�� You
have no idea, Alfred.� No
idea what you do to me.�

�� He
chuckled but shifted his weight forward to line his ass up with the tip of my
swollen erection.

�� I
think I have a pretty good idea.�

�� Heaven.� Pure,
unadulterated bliss flooded my senses when the smaller blonde shifted his hips
and permitted his body to begin swallowing my sizable cock in its
entirety.� I wanted nothing more than to
bury myself in his heavenly heat but I clutched the sheets beneath me out of worry
that I might unintentionally hurt him in my eagerness if I should grip his hips
instead.� Luckily, Alfred didn�t seem
much in the mood to torture me with drawn out teases.� His body swallowed me fully to the base and not
a moment later the smaller man was shifting to his knees for ease of movement
when he began to ride me in earnest.

�� Alfred�� Don�t hurt yourself.� �But
fuck, don�t stop!

�� I�m
not gonna break, Ivan.� I�m stronger than you think.�

�� I
know.�

�� Rarely
did my lovers take such an active role in the bedroom, most of them either too
intimidated to take charge or too meek when it came to sex to even want to push
back against me.� Alfred�s hands moved to
grip mine on the bed, pressing our palms flush and interlacing our fingers as
he pinned both hands beside my head and rode my cock harder with abandon.� It was all at once the most intense, most
pleasurable and definitely the most erotic sexual experience that I had ever
felt to date just being restrained and ridden by the youthful foreigner.

�� A
little voice in the back of my head chided me for not making a better effort to
pleasure Alfred as well but with both of our hands meshed together in a
stalemate on my pillow there was really no means of stroking him.� Never before had I been the one to find
release first during intercourse but there was no doubt in my mind that Alfred�s
tight, moist heat was going to drive me insane with carnal pleasure if I tried
to hold out for much longer.� Each
stroke; each long, sensual slide deep into his flesh made me quiver and gasp
from the intensity even as Alfred bent to whisper huskily into my ear:

�� I
always knew America
would dominate you one day, Soviet.�

�� His
controlling words accented with a hint of a growl made my stomach flutter but
it was Alfred�s aggressive bite to my throat that sent me over the edge,
arching and pouring my seed deeply into his body without any additional
restraint or regret.� He was amazing in
his sensuality and though I promised the American his freedom after we had
joined a selfish part of my brain strongly wished I could rescind my words at
this point.

�� Alfred
slid from my cock with a self-satisfied grin and though he asked nothing of me
I reclaimed control of my hands and this time pressed him beneath me on the
mattress.� Heaven help me, he was
beautiful spread out beneath me like a blushing flower waiting to be plucked
from the earth.

�� Or
perhaps he was a weed, stubborn and resilient.

�� I
believe it is time for the Soviet to mount a counterattack.�

�� I
grinned at his laugh but the light note to Alfred�s voice quickly fell a few
octaves as my mouth kissed his stomach in warning then closed over his
erection, effectively swallowing the smaller man to the root in a single
sweeping motion.� His laughter was music
to my ears but the throaty moan that escaped the American�s lips as I pleasured
him was like a full orchestral symphony of sound in comparison.

�� Ivan, ahh!� You gotta�nh....Don�t..�m
gonna..�

�� I
pulled back only long enough to offer a searing lick to the head of his
erection and growl lusty and low into his flesh.

�� I
swallow.�

�� Maybe
it was my blatant disregard for subtlety that sent Alfred over the edge but the
moment I spoke my new lover�s cock twitched and I barely had time to seal my
lips over the head again before the American spilled over upon my tongue,
flooding my mouth with the bitter, salty fluids that I had become familiar with
from lovers past.� His cheeks were pink,
evidently embarrassed to watch me and though I smirked Alfred chewed his bottom
lip curiously.

�� Did
you..really?�

�� His
question amused me but I opted not to respond with words, instead crawling back
up the length of the bed to press my lips against Alfred�s, sliding my tongue
into his mouth purposely to give him a small taste of himself while still
proving that every drop spilled between my lips was savored then
swallowed.� We broke with Alfred�s
laughter, the smaller man shaking his head at me though I chose to ignore his
embarrassment and nipped playfully at his ear.�
There was no getting a rise out of the spent foreigner at this
point.� The smaller man shifted in my
arms, evidently intent on claiming a little well-deserved rest while pillowing
his head upon my shoulder, one hand idly brushing over the soft hair on my
chest and tracing the firm musculature beneath his fingertips.

�� Ivan?�

�� Mm.�

�� ..You
thought I wanted to fuck you, didn�t you?�

�� I
chuckled softly at his post-coital choice of vocabulary but ultimately hugged
the smaller man to my chest a little closer.

�� The
thought had crossed my mind.�

�� Would
you have let me?�

�� I
was resigned to it, yes.

�� I
half expected him to leap to his feet and demand a second round right then and
there with my cheeks spread this time instead of his, but the American just
smiled and didn�t press the topic.� Deep
down I think he knew that my offer would still stand for future sexual
encounters if my handsome new lover should ever decide that it was my turn to
take a more submissive role in the bedroom.�
For now I was content to lay tangled equally in my sheets and Alfred�s
long limbs as we drifted off together.

�� I
allowed my lover to sleep in the next morning after another two rounds of
intermittent lovemaking sprinkled with the occasional nap.� By the time noon
rolled around and Alfred�s eyes finally blinked open to regard me with a sleepy
smile I was already dressed and seated at his bedside, watching the snow fall
outside my bedroom window.� He drew my
attention back to him with just a soft touch to my hand and in that moment,
looking at his sleepy, smiling face, his hair mussed and squinting as the Ameircan felt blindly for his glasses on my bedside table I
knew that I loved him.

�� Merry Christmas.�

�� It�s
only Christmas Eve, Ivan.�

�� I
know.� I wanted to give you your present
early though.�

�� Alfred
slowly sat up after finding his spectacles, placing them upon his face and
yawning tiredly but still grinning up at me.�
It was my cue to reach down on the floor beside my chair and produce the
small terra cotta planter wrapped in a bow that I had tied for the American
myself earlier that morning.� I could see
his eyes grow wider and this time when his tears fell I didn�t feel the pressing
need to brush them away.

�� You
said you cut it down.�

�� I
know.� Merry Christmas,
Alfred.�� I had considered
numerous gifts, some big and expensive, but ultimately the small chamomile bush
growing out of a crack in the cement within my greenhouse was the one that I
settled upon as the best gift of all.� �And Soba-..Ivan..is
yours too.�

�� Said
puppy had wandered into the room sometime in the night, trying in vain to climb
up onto the rocking bed amidst a fit of whimpering for Alfred�s attention
though thankfully he remained on the floor until we had finished our last round
and my tired lover pulled him onto the comforter.� Alfred pet him
happily now, rubbing the contented puppy behind the ears and quirking a grin at
me.

�� We
should keep the flower in your greenhouse though.� It�s too cold in here for a plant, isn�t it?�

�� You�re
learning quickly.�

�� Don�t
patronize me, Soviet.�

�� I
grinned and pulled the reluctant puppy from his side long enough for Alfred to
dress and accompany the both of us downstairs and through the foyer out into
the yard beyond.� The snow was getting
deeper but I found I didn�t much care as we made our way to the greenhouse
together, Alfred clutching the pitiful little plant to his chest as he
chattered endlessly about Christmas in America.� It sounded like a nightmare to me, Capitalism
and excessive spending as far as the eye could see, but I said nothing to
dampen his excitement and settled for grinning and pulling him against my chest
for a deep, lingering kiss.� Nothing
could spoil my good mood.

�� Nothing
but�

�� Ivan,
we need to talk.�

�� I
growled, more than just a little irritated.�
How many times had I told the Lithuanian not to interrupt me?

�� Not
now, Toris.�

�� Yes,
now!�

�� That
voice was far too feminine to belong to one of my obedient Baltics.� My head snapped up, lips pulling away from
Alfred�s, and I whipped around this time to look upon my sister Natalia as she glared at me with my allies to her
back.� Eduard, Raivis, Toris, even Feliks was here now all the way from Poland.� What were they all doing here when I was
obviously too occupied with lavishing kisses upon my American lover to discuss
politics?

�� I
will speak with you shortly, sister.�

�� We
have waited long enough, Ivan.�

�� I
was on the verge of another growled retort but Natalia
shifted towards me now and I could see my allies behind her brandishing
menacing blades of their own as they regarded me not with tense civility or
fear but with absolute loathing.

�� Perhaps
it was fitting justice in the end, seeing the blades in my former allies� hands
as they stood silently motionless just a few yards beyond where I held Alfred
protectively to my chest now.� I knew
that this was coming and yet each time that Toris tried
to discuss the future with me I had brushed him aside.� While I was with Alfred the rest of the world
all but melted away and I had deliberately turned a blind eye on everything
else in my empire.� For him I had
sacrificed everything�

�� My
eyes fell on each one in turn: Eduard standing tall
for once and his fist wrapped securely around the hilt of his sword; Toris still unable to meet my eyes but I could see his jaw
clenched in resolution not to be bullied any longer; even my sister Natalia looked coldly upon me, her fingers idly playing
with her own more delicate but equally deadly blade.� My family, my friends�

�� Although
I swallowed back the bile rising in my chest I couldn�t dislodge the growing
lump in my throat as I forced a smile onto my face and cupped Alfred�s cheeks
to offer him a tender kiss in reassurance.

�� I
think it�s time you went home, lover.� It�s Christmas tomorrow, da?�

�� I�m
not leaving you here.�

�� I
am telling you to leave, Alfred.� It
wasn�t a request.�

�� Ivan..� Alfred looked around us as the others, obviously fearful
on my behalf, �What�s going on?� They�re not..going to hurt you, are they?�

�� My
smile wavered slightly but I managed to forcibly keep my lips poised in the
empty gesture for his sake more than my own.

�� Probably.� But we�re
alike, Alfred.�� I grinned.� �I�m a weed too, you know.� Cut me down..�

�� ..and you come back stronger than before.�

�� He
frowned and didn�t seem terribly reassured but my command to leave was
unwavering and the American finally pressed one last lingering kiss to my lips
before sighing and slipping from my arms to hold his gifted flower closer and
start the long trek towards his homeland.�
My small husky eagerly trotted along behind him on the packed snow left
by his footprints, blissfully unaware of my fate.� Nothing, not another word was spoken as I
watched them leave my home together and though I wished that the American would
look once more upon me I found myself ultimately grateful that Alfred never
turned his head.

�� Take
care of him, Ivan.�

�� I
was not surprised, only ill-prepared for the gut-wrenching pain when my body
was suddenly run through and my back torn open in a mess of blood and
gore.� Although my allies gutted me with
ruthless fervor I remained thankful that my friends had waited until after
Alfred climbed the first hill and was out of sight.� Still within earshot, however, it was for my
lover�s sake that I bit my tongue against the agonizing pain and refused to cry
out as a half dozen blades pierced my flesh repeatedly in the process of
ripping me apart.� All this time I was
blind to their grievances.� Let this be
penance then for every injustice that I had ever forced upon them.

�� As
the daylight faded into dusk, it was my own tears that spilled upon the crimson
snow while I lay quietly bleeding all alone on the frozen tundra.� For many hours my allies had forcibly cut
their freedom from me, ultimately abandoning my bleeding body to suffer an
inevitable fate that I no doubt deserved for all of the crimes committed by my
hands against humanity.

�� Tomorrow
would be Christmas; the day my Union came undone.

~ * ~� To Be
Continued� ~ * ~
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