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Chapter List
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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 Six

By Arcadia Eclipse

�� I wasn�t quite certain what I could have ingested to
cause such realistic delusions but just after lunchtime on Christmas Eve a
knock at my front door prompted me to throw on a heavy coat to ward off the
December chill and see just who my unexpected visitor could possibly be.� I half expected to see a frozen but
thoroughly determined Ludwig on my front stoop but the shivering young man
smiling weakly up at me through the blizzard was none other than Alfred Jones.� My jaw dropped and I remained standing there
like an idiot staring in disbelief until a fierce shudder wracked the young
American�s body and Alfred hugged his arms tighter about his shivering frame.

�� Ivan�can I come inside?� It�s really, really cold out here.�

�� This is a hallucination.� I�m just dreaming this, you�you�re not really
there, Alfred.�

�� The American grit his teeth
and raised his hand to smack me across the forehead firmly.

�� Wake up, stupid!�
We�re both gonna freeze!�

�� Usually my hallucinations of Alfred didn�t strike me
or call me names but I was hesitant to believe that maybe, just maybe, Alfred
might really be standing before me now after all of the years that I had
imagined he might come to see me one day.�
For lack of response, the American firmly but gently shoved me back into
my home, slipping inside after me and pushing my door shut with his shoulder
after a brief battle with General Winter and his infantry of wind and
snow.� Panting, staring at me, Alfred
finally flashed his trademark grin.

�� You�re such an idiot, Ivan.� I come all this way to spend Christmas with
you and you don�t even want to invite me inside!�

�� I�I�m sorry, my friend.� I was convinced that no one in their right
mind would ever venture through a Siberian blizzard to see me.�

�� Yeah, well�when have I ever been in my right mind?�

�� I chuckled at his humor, reaching down to pat a very
tired-looking husky still pressed defensively to Alfred�s thigh.� The dog sniffed curiously at my hand as if
trying in vain to remember why my fingers smelled so familiar when I appeared
to be a stranger.

�� Has Ivan been taking care of you?�

�� No.� He�s a
lazy dog that just sleeps all day now.� I
think I�ve spoiled him.�� Alfred pet his
large husky�s head fondly though before reaching up to unzip his coat and
reveal that not one but two small husky puppies were tucked inside to protect
them from the cold during his lengthy journey.�
The smaller one was probably a real handful, growling and gnawing on his
sister�s ear obnoxiously but she patiently put up with him anyway, regarding me
docilely with her large grey eyes.

�� Here.� She�s
yours, Ivan.� Merry
Christmas.�

�� Blinking at the unexpected gift, I gently separated
the little siblings to take the quieter puppy into my arms and rub her poor,
abused ear tenderly.� She was so much
better behaved than the little male that was now trying to make a meal out of
Alfred�s scarf.

�� She�s good and sweet.� I think you�ll like her.� This one,� Alfred tugged the boy from his
scarf to hold the puppy at eye level earning a series of short barks in
protest.� �This one is a pain in the
ass.�

�� What are their names?�

�� This one is Sol.�
I�ve been calling yours Luna but you can name her whatever you like.�

�� Luna is a good name for her.� Thank you, Alfred.�� She seemed content to remain still in my
arms, apparently sleepy after their harrowing journey though the snow whereas
her brother had now wriggled from Alfred�s grip and run off with the American�s
scarf in his little jaws trying to get Ivan to join him in play.� The older dog looked rather bored with him
already and seemed content to ignore the obnoxious bundle of energy entirely as
he laid upon the floor to rest beside Alfred�s feet.

�� I know you must be freezing.� Can you bear the cold for one minute
longer?� There is something in the
greenhouse that I would like to show you.�

�� Alfred pouted but he did move to grab the end of his
scarf from Sol, watching the growling puppy dangle from the end for a moment while
still stubbornly kicking his little feet then wrapping the fuzzy fabric around
the small dog to keep him from leaping away and getting lost in the blizzard.

�� You owe me some hot chocolate, Russian.�

�� Agreed.�

�� I tucked little Luna into my coat to keep her warm
against my chest for the short walk from my home to the greenhouse out
back.� Even though it was only a two-minute
walk by the time that we stepped inside the heated room I was shivering and
relished the sudden warmth once we stepped inside away from blistering
cold.� My greenhouse was like a jungle of
color again but the basins, the planters, everything seemed to be overflowing
in a flood of unkempt blooms and foliage.�
Even the floor beneath our feet was a veritable carpet of green.� Alfred smiled at the vibrant mass of blooms
and greenery everywhere though he cocked his head at me quizzically.

�� It�s different now.�
Wilder, but I like it.�

�� They�re weeds, every one of them.�

�� He blinked at me curiously.

�� You�re growing weeds now?� But I thought that you loved tending your
flowers.�

�� I still do but I am not here very often and flowers
are delicate things that need daily caring for.�� I smiled and set Luna down to romp through
the greenery.� Surely she and her brother
must be sick of snow by now.� �The weeds
are strong.� They do not need me here to
take care of them constantly.� And you
know,� I paused to chew my lip briefly, �I think I actually prefer these wild
weeds and their untamed ways over a flower that can never be beautiful and
independent on its own.�

My
soft admission wrung a sweet smile from the American�s lips and as Alfred moved
to set Sol on the ground and cupped my cheeks in his hands my heart began to
flutter in my chest.� His lips when they
pressed to mine were soft and tender, brimming with
love and pure affection like I had not felt in nearly a decade since we last
shared an intimate moment like this as more than just friends.� Christmas Eve, 1991.� And now here he was again, soft and willing
in my arms eight years later to the day.�
I held his body tighter to my own as worry set in now that my wonderful
hallucination might vanish if I didn�t cling to him and force him to stay in my
arms.

�Ivan��

�I
don�t want this dream to end, Alfred.�

The
American smiled and gently laid his head on my shoulder, enjoying the bond that
we had years ago and thought was lost.�
It was almost like no time at all had lapsed and we were together again
on Christmas Eve just before my allies cut me down.� This time, however, there was no one to
interrupt us.

�I
broke up with Matthew.� He asked me to
marry him and�and I realized it wasn�t fair to keep leading him on like I
was.� Not when I still had feelings for
you, Ivan.�

�Then
why did you vote against making an alliance between me and Ludwig prohibited?�

�I
just wanted you to be happy.�

I
chuckled into the top of his head.� What
fools we both were.

�And
my voting to make our relationship illegal wasn�t a hint?�

�I
was kinda confused by that, yeah.�

�Alfred,�
gently I reached down to tip his chin upwards and kiss his lips again, �you are
the only thing in this world that would make me truly happy.� I never stopped caring for you.� Never.�

I
couldn�t have asked for a more wonderful present than Alfred Jones here in my
arms but a smiling Alfred was infinitely more beautiful to behold as I kissed
the grinning young man again and led him to the door.� The puppies seemed to enjoy the warm
greenhouse full of foliage and there was a basin near the door with more than
enough water for the pair.� I would have
a servant bring them some food as well once we were inside but for now we had
quite a bit of catching up to do.

�� I could still scarcely dare to believe that Alfred
was really in my home again, sitting beside me on the couch before the
fireplace.� Not surprisingly, my servants
seemed to be very curious about the handsome young foreigner that I regarded
with such a soft, caring expression as Alfred all but devoured the stew that
they brought to feed my hungry friend.�
He declined a second bowl but the American made me keep my promise of
hot chocolate and I found myself rather content to curl up with him beside me,
a steaming mug in both of our hands as we watched the fire crackling away
cheerfully before us.

�� I wasn�t entirely truthful with you before,
Ivan.� About why I
broke up with Matthew.�

I
nodded but didn�t interrupt him for now.�
It seemed that there must be more to a sudden separation after nearly
six years together and it was up to Alfred how much he wished to divulge.� I was content just to have him here now by my
side, whatever the circumstance might be.

�Before
he asked me to marry him, Matthew told me that he followed you back to your
hotel after you left the conference room on the last day of fall session.� He didn�t have a chance to ask how you felt
about me because he saw you and Ludwig get in a fight.� He�� Alfred paused, poking a floating
marshmallow in his mug.� �He told me that
he saw Ludwig hit you.� I was so upset,
Ivan.� He watched that and he didn�t try
to help you or even tell me about it until a week later.� I�ve never felt so angry and helpless��

�It�s okay, Alfred.� I
am strong enough to deal with him myself.�

�That�s
not the point!�� The smaller man set his
mug onto the coffee table to move closer now and wrap me in a warm embrace,
sighing into my shoulder.� �Whether you
need another pair of fists or just a hug, you never let anyone else even help
you, Ivan.�

�Not
many nations are stronger than I am.�

�I�m
stronger than you know.�

I
couldn�t remember a time that another nation had protected me from anything at
all.� Far too many occasions had I spread
myself thin trying to lend my strength to so many others and now the young
American was holding me tightly and offering his aid to keep me safe for
once.� The change of pace was rather nice
actually and I found myself relaxing in his embrace and relishing the added warmth
of Alfred�s body pressed comfortingly to mine.

�You
wish to protect me?�

�I
wish you�d let me, yes.�� Alfred smiled
into my collar and kissed my flesh affectionately but with a hint of something
less than innocent behind the gesture.� �Among other things.�

�Oh?�� A small smirk creased my lips and I set my
hot chocolate aside in favor or giving the young American into my lap, my palms
pressed to the soft swell of Alfred�s ass as we kissed again with more fervor
this time.� �Care to tell me what you had
in mind?�

�� I�d much rather show you.�

�Do
you think that perhaps we should continue this in my bedroom?�

I
might be accustomed now to the presence of my servants throughout the house but
I wasn�t certain how inclined Alfred was to be an exhibitionist in front of
them and for his sake I eased the younger man from my lap and guided him up the
stairs and into my familiar bed chamber.�
Pressing him back onto the soft mattress was like second nature
again.� Our bodies seemed to fit
perfectly against one another as I leaned above the grinning American now to
caress first his hip and then run my hands under the hem of his shirt as we
kissed.� His stomach was soft, his waist
narrow and I found the pleasant musculature of his thighs cupping my hips to be
a fitting balance to the whole erotic package that was Alfred Jones.

He
wasn�t a wall of toned muscle and definition like Ludwig.� No, Alfred�s body was smooth and supple from
one too many hamburger binges but I didn�t mind in the least.� It was nice feeling his flesh give slightly
beneath my questing hands and lips.�� My
careful mapping of his flesh with my mouth was disturbed only when my lover
brushed his hand through my hair speaking softly.

�What�s
that?�

I
raised my head from pressing damp kisses down his chest only long enough to
follow the American�s gaze and focus finally on the box that my German lover
had bestowed upon me one week earlier before our last conference of the
year.� Its contents had been a
significant shock to me on the morning that Ludwig laid it in lap.� I could only imagine what Alfred would think
of the collection of colorful glass phalluses.�
Apparently my hesitation to respond was tangible in the air since he
laughed and licked playfully at my chin while rubbing his thigh between my
legs.

�� Is it something naughty?�

�..Go
take a look.�

Maybe
Alfred just brought out the sadist in me but I could barely contain my
amusement when watching the younger man dismount from my bed and pad across the
room eagerly to take a peek in the box.�
His expression was absolutely priceless and in an instant any regret
that I harbored for letting him take an innocent look went out the window
entirely.

�Oh my god!�

�Do
you like them?� Care to try one on and
see if it fits?�

Alfred
was gaping at me but picked up the large red phallus to take a closer look.� His cheeks were almost the same color as
Ludwig�s gift.

�And
all this time I thought Francis was the pervert!�

I
shrugged.

�I
think they were a joke.�

Still
grinning the American opted to grab the entire box and
bring the phalluses over to the bed to set them between us and although Alfred
now fingered the tempered glass much like my German lover had done I found the
stroking more erotic than obnoxious this time around.� What in the world was going through his head?� I could gander that it wasn�t anything
remotely innocent but I wasn�t prepared when the younger man nudged the box
closer to me and lowered his voice to a husky whisper.

�So
what�s the biggest one that you can take?�

Flushing full-force
I felt very much like a naughty teenager again listening to Francis reminisce about his sexual conquests.

�� I have never tried.�

�� That wasn�t my question.�

�� Licking my lip slowly, still staring down at the six
colorful phalluses ranging in width from my thumb to my wrist, I silently
pressed my finger to the green one three sizes down from the largest.� It seemed to be about Ludwig�s size and
having never been taken by another man I figured it was the safest bet.

�� And you?�

�� Alfred grinned sheepishly and poked the smallest
violet one earning a snort from my direction and an equally condescending
response.

�� Bullshit.�
Pick again.�

�� I�m serious!�
I haven�t been a sub for like�eight years!�

�� It�s like firing a gun.� Some things you never forget.�

�� I think the expression is �riding a bicycle�,
Ivan.�� I crossed my arms and frowned at
him though until the younger blonde gave in and picked up the yellow phallus
one size larger than mine.� �Happy now?�

�� Not quite.� I
picked up the orange phallus one size bigger than the one in Alfred�s fist and
then set the box aside.� �Do you think
you could take this one?�

�� He sputtered.

�� N..No!� I said I could take this one.� That�s too big!�

�� The yellow one is bigger than anything I�ve ever
taken.� This one is a little bigger than
anything that you�ve had, correct?�

�� Slowly Alfred�s blue eyes grew wider and I could see
that the American was slowly starting to understand where I was going with this
little experiment.� Perhaps tonight could
be educational for us both in what our bodies could and would not do for the
sake of pleasure.

�� I was careful not to drop the glass as we both shed
our clothing to the floor and laid upon the bed
together first to kiss and caress each other in hopes of lessening any
lingering nerves for what we about to attempt.�
There was something infinitely erotic about squeezing a dollop of
lubricant onto Alfred�s fingers then my own before reaching around to spread
his cheeks and slide a single long digit into his entrance just as the American
slid one of his own inside of mine.

�It was a game of sorts.� He kissed me and I kissed back.� I added a second finger to stretch him and
Alfred quickly made the one digit inside of me a pair.� Every kiss, every caress was mimed from one
of us by the other.� Only when I had
scissored three fingers inside of him and was fairly certain that we could go
further without much in the way of added discomfort did I pull away to kiss
Alfred�s forehead with a smirk.� Time to be a little creative.

Alfred
seemed reluctant to see me shift away from him but as I moved to reverse my direction
on the bed there could be little mistaking my intention now.� With Alfred�s bobbing erection now inches
from my chin and one hand resting over his hip to nudge the large phallus
against his ass cheeks the American�s cock actually twitched in realization for
what was to come next.� I didn�t need to
offer any instruction to the younger man.�
Alfred mimed my movements perfectly, first taking my erection into his
mouth then slowly, gently easing the glass phallus into my entrance as his own
body was invaded sweetly.

The
sheer size of the phallus wrung a grunt from my lips but I couldn�t speak
around my lover�s cock and Alfred could only whimper slightly around mine as I
forced his body to stretch almost painfully wide around the glass invader.� Only when I was comfortable enough with the
phallus stretching my own body open did I slowly withdraw the one buried into
Alfred�s soft rear end and begin a slow but steady pattern of thrusts in and
out of the young American�s body.�
Vibrations from his moans caused my cock to twitch between his lips but
I continued to pleasure him orally without pause even as my fingers thrust the
phallus more firmly into the hot depths of his innermost flesh.

I
received little warning before Alfred arched and whimpered, his cock twitching
and firing its seed down my throat as I swallowed diligently to avoid spilling
a single drop.�� Not surprisingly, the
American�s fingers twitched and his enthusiastic sucking from a moment before
grew lax after cumming down my throat but I was undeterred, carefully guiding
his wrist to remove the phallus from my body and instead I leaned over the
American again, wrapping his tired legs around my waist and thrust gratefully
into his stretched hole seeking my own release.�
The phallus had loosened my lover�s flesh considerably but Alfred was in
no way any less molten inside and the heat alone was enough to bring me to
orgasm after only a half dozen thrusts into his body.

I
had missed this.� God only knows how long
I had fantasized about our being together again and now here he was, Alfred Jones, naked and sex mussed beneath me on the
sweat-dampened sheets.� I was utterly
content to remain here with my limbs tangled into his for as long as the
heavens would allow us- a bed of weeds in a world filled with flowers.

~ * ~� To Be Continued� ~ * ~
- 6
- 7
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