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Communist Bug	By : Sadistic-uke Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2729 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Communist Bug
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Ok, so I should be working on Snitch, not this, b-but I couldn't help it! This idea was sort of part of an RP with a friend, but I wrote this entirely...

Also, having difficulty with Snitch, so it might take a little while to update it ><

The sudden banging on his door caught Canada so off guard the brand new carton of a half dozen eggs he’d been carrying from the fridge to the bench slipped from his hands as he let out a shocked sound. Egg and shell escaped the cardboard casing, although thankfully most of the now broken eggs remained in the bow to ooze slowly through the packaging.

He went to pick it up, but there was more, even louder banging on the door as well as a voice yelling out. “Mattie, hurry up and let me in already!”

Canada sighed softly and left the eggs, going to the door and opening it for his clearly annoyed brother. What had Canada done to upset the idiot now anyway? Was it still the health care issue?

“Why do you always knock so loudly?” Asked the quieter of the brothers, moving aside to let his brother push past him and get inside if the house.

“So you’ll hear me, duh!”

Canada sighed again and shut the door.

“Plus I’m seriously pissed off! Mattie, you have to stop hanging around all the Commies!”

Canada glared slightly, but it went unnoticed. “Alfred, I’m not changing my friends just because you don’t like them.”

“Dude, it’s not cool! I’m telling you, they’re assholes!”

“Only to you.”

“Cuba’s just a total crack headed prick and Russia’s a fucking freak! I showed you Leit’s back! That’s what he does Bro! Stop hanging out with them!”

“Cuba doesn’t take crack, and he’s a really nice guy. As for Russia...Um, well he’s not that bad anyway. He’s settled down a lot since then. If you gave him a chance you might even like him.”

“No. Fucking. Way! Mattie, this is what I’m talking about! Can’t you see they’re using mind control shit on you! You have to stop!”

“Alfred, as I have told you before, there is no such technology as mind control.”

“You only think that because your mind’s being controlled to think it!”

“Alfred, I am not going to stop seeing my friends because you’re paranoid. End of.”

“B-but you’ll catch their communism! I don’t want to loose you that way bro!”

Even though America had tears swelling in his eyes and such a lost expression that England would certainly buckle to his will, Canada was not buying it. “You’re not going to lose me Alfred. And communism is not contagious, as I have said before.”

“It is! Dammit Mattie, you have to stop being so selfish about this!”

The words that came from Canada were not at all the angry words he’d thought, but they were as close as he’d likely ever get. “I am not being selfish Alfred. Please calm down.”

“Calm down! You’re about to start World War three and you’re asking me to ‘calm down’!?”

Canada sighed softly. “I don’t really expect you to know much about the world wars, after all, you only fought for the last couple of minutes, so I can’t expect you to understand them. But I am not trying to start any war, and it will only become a war if you turn it in to one.”

America had, surprisingly not waited for Canada to finish that; instead he began talking over the other. “Last couple of minutes!? I was neutral until Japan bombed me!”

“Neutral? More like home scared.”

“What? Take that back!”

“No.”

Canada did notice the dangerous look in his brother’s eyes, but he honestly didn’t care. Alfred deserved to hear this, simple as that.

“I’ve fucking invaded you before and I can do it again!”

“Yeah, did you forget how that ended? Surely the burn marks are still somewhere on you.”

“Fuck you Mattie! I’m just trying to fucking keep you safe from commies!”

“No, you’re trying to keep other peoples cultures as far from America as possible. Unless of course they offer cheap enough labor like China.”

“You don’t get it!”

Canada shook his head, turning away from his brother. “I have to clean my kitchen. If you can calm down you’re welcome to have some of my pancakes.”

Canada made almost all the way to the kitchen before he was shoved harshly against a wall.

“You’re thinking about pancakes? I’m trying to stop world war fucking three and all you can think about is pancakes!?”

“What you’re trying to stop, America, is not war but peace. You’re the one who won’t move on from the Cold War.”

America tensed, though whether it was from the way Canada was speaking or from the mention of the cold war Canada didn’t know.

“You fucking idiot...” He said quietly before pulling Canada just a little bit away from the wall and slamming him back against it, causing a small sound of pain to escape his Northern brother.

“F-fuck...” Mumbled Canada, stars spinning for a moment from the way his head took an awful lot of the hit.

“Listen Mattie, I don’t want to have to hurt you, but if you won’t listen to me about the commies then I’ll have to.”

Canada glared at America, shaking slightly with anger. He would give his brother three hits; usually after one he’d realise what he was doing and snap out of it, sometimes it took two, but Canada was not willing to be hit any more then three times by his brother without fighting back.

“Communism is not contagious America, and I have no intentions of becoming communist.”

“Shush. Let me talk here bro. You don’t understand why communism’s so bad, and I can understand that. So just shut up and let me talk ok.”

Canada glared but shut up, knowing that was the best method to deal with America sometimes; just shut up and let him rant, maybe tune him out with some inner monologue.

“Communists want to destroy freedom Mattie. If you let them near you, they will destroy you, got it?”

“That’s just stupid Alfred.”

“Why do you think the Cold War started? Huh? You think I just wanted to fight or something? No! Russia was trying to remove the freedom from the entire world! I was the only one who saw it and tried to stop him!”

Canada kept silent, but his withering glare was enough to show Alfred he was not really listening.

“What? How do you think it happened!?”

“Russia became too powerful for you to handle and you grew paranoid. Then almost every country got involved in their own way. More or less however it was a pissing contest with you and Russia that had the whole world at stake.”

“How could you say that!? You were involved too!”

“Yes, I was involved. Partly because you didn’t really give me a choice, and partly because I really don’t want to become communist and some of your paranoia rubbed off on me.”

“Then why are you hanging around all the fucking commies now?”

“Cuba, as I said, is a really great guy, and Russia isn’t even communist anymore.”

“Wh-what!? When did that happen?”

“Seriously? Alfred, take your head out of you arse and research things before coming over here and yelling at me about things you know nothing about.” It was said almost monotonously, but his anger was clear to any who bothered to pay attention.

Something flicked in America at the tone. His eyes widened slightly and for a moment Canada thought his brother had finally realised what an arse he was being, but the usually reserved nation was dead wrong.

“O-oh my god...” America stumbled backwards slightly, letting go of Canada and staring at him.

It was worrying to say the very least. “A-Alfred...?”

“H-holy shit...They’ve already gotten to you...”

“Wh-what? Seriously! I’m not communist Alfred!”

“Not yet...Fuck...I-I have to do something before this goes too far!”

“America, if you fuck with me I will not hold back.”

It seemed everything Canada could possibly do only reaffirmed America’s insane suspicions.

America pulled out a gun fast, aiming it at his stunned brother. There was no apology in his eyes as he aimed the gun right at Canada’s head, so the Northern brother was unsure if the gun was loaded, or if perhaps America was bluffing. It was possible that there was no apology because America truly thought he was justified with this. It was a scary thought, but Canada knew it was the truth.

“A-Alfred, p-put the gun away.” He meant for it to be so much more threatening, but instead it simply sounded desperate. “A-Alfred you can’t just aim a gun at me in my own house eh!”

“I’m sorry Mattie,” the apology was still not there, even though the word ‘sorry’ was used, “but I can’t just stand back and let you and your communist friends destroy America and freedom. Don’t worry; I won’t kill you unless you make it unavoidable. If you give me a chance I’m sure I can cure you.”

Canada felt cold fear. He wasn’t even armed! Why was America carrying a bloody gun anyway? He was in Canada now, and he knew that was against Matthew’s laws. “A-Alfred, I-I’m not communist, honestly. L-listen to me! Please Alfred just listen to me...” He pleaded, staring past the gun and into Alfred’s eyes, although it was hard to stop looking at the cold deadly metal aimed at him. Maybe he should have better boarder security like Alfred.

Alfred stepped closer, holding out one hand. “Give me your hands Mattie.”

Canada swallowed, glancing at the gun in his brother’s hands. “A-Alfred don’t...You know I’m not communist! Please think about what you’re doing first! Please!”

Alfred stepped forward and grabbed his brother’s wrists firmly with the one hand, smiling slightly when Canada didn’t try to pull away. “Good. Now can I trust you to remember how fast I am with these?” He moved the gun slightly, making it clear what he meant.

Canada nodded softly, not moving as America put the gun back in its holster. He could draw his gun far too fast for Canada to be able to do anything, so he stayed placid for now, until he saw what Alfred wanted with his wrists, he yelped slightly at the sight of handcuffs and pulled his arms back. “Wh-what the fuck Alfred!? Wh-why do you even have those!?”

“Hmm? Give me you hands or do I have to get my gun back out?”

Canada glared and held out his hands, biting his tongue gently to stop himself from fighting, although the desire to was undeniable. Damn he wanted to hit his brother right now, and as soon as he could without worrying about being shot he would.

The handcuffs were put on too tight, enough to hurt Canada. He was beginning to realise why no one invaded the bastard. If this was how he treated people who weren’t even a threat then Canada really didn’t want to know how his brother now treated actual enemies. When they’d fought it had been kind of clumsy, neither of them having any actual experience. Apparently America had changed how he fought since then.

“You know I don’t want to have to hurt you bro, but if you won’t listen then I’ll have to. Now sit.”

Canada grit his teeth, kicking out a chair from under the table for himself and sitting heavily, glaring at the space in front of him, making sure not to look where America was.

He heard the chair scraping as America set one up for himself as well, no doubt sitting with the back facing Canada so he was basically straddling it in that way he thought was cool, leaning over the back of the chair.

“Alfred, this is stupid. Listen to me; I am not going to turn communist. I promise you that.”

Canada expected something in response, anger, violent, scoffing, a lecture, something. He didn’t expect America to just sit in silence the entire time.

“A-Alfred, really, I’m not.” He looked over at his brother who was looking at him intently but he was making no movement or sounds. He was just sitting and watching his northern brother.

Canada realised what America was doing and felt a flash of rage before calming himself down. America was interrogating him, letting him speak now, no doubt remembering everything and working out now how to use it against him when it came time for America to start asking questions.

He became very aware of the intense stare and the serious expression he was so unused to seeing on his brother face. “B-bro, you know I wouldn’t betray you.” He was growing scared under the stare, his words twisting in his own head as he wondered how America might use them against him.

“Why are you even doing this? Russia’s not even communist and you have plenty of relations with China so we deal with communists the same amount!”

He regretted saying it, sure it would get a negative reaction from his brother, but all it earned was a mild narrowing of those vibrant blue eyes.

“P-please bro...You’re kinda creeping me out now...” He mumbled, eyes diverting back to the ground. His anger was dying fast, leaving him nervous with no emotional defense. “C-come on! This is my own house Al...I-I have to clean the k-kitchen and...Please just lay off!”

America finally moved, sitting up straighter and getting off of the chair, walking over to Canada and laying a hand heavily on the other’s shoulder, smirking a bit at the quiet yelp of fear he got. He lent down slightly, face dangerously close to his brothers. “Mattie, I only want to hear one thing. Can you figure out what I want you to say Mattie?”

Canada was forced to meet his brother’s eyes, and a little fire was back in his lilac eyes now. “I am not loosing my friends like that Alfred. Forget it.”

America sighed softly stepping back and shaking his head. “Seriously? It’s such a tiny thing I want you to do. I’m not asking too much of you, we both know that, so I have to assume that you won’t do this out of rebellion.”

“How can I rebel? We’re equals Alfred! You can’t tell me what to do!”

Canada didn’t see the hit coming. It wasn’t just that America was fast; it was that Canada didn’t think America would actually hit him when he was handcuffed and not fighting or struggling.

The punch was damn hard as well; causing him and the chair to fall over, both making their own sounds as they hit the ground, Canada’s dull thud and shout of unexpected pain matched the chairs louder clattering. The chair didn’t have time to settle on the ground before it was kicked into a wall hard enough to leave a dent and break the chair.

Canada yelled in shock, trying to cover himself with cuffed hands as America turned to him. He was sure his brother was going to strike him again, but his brother just knelt down, forcing Canada to face him.

“Nah, we’re not equals. I didn’t realise I had to teach you that.” He looked thoughtful for a moment and Canada didn’t dare use that time to try to escape.

America chuckled and grabbed Canada by the front of his jumper, heaving him to his feet and shoving him against a wall.

He leant close, body pressed against his brother and their cheeks touching as Canada stared ahead, hearth thudding in fear.

“Don’t worry. I’ll have that lesson learnt quickly and we can move on. Now Mattie, this will go so much better for you if you remember who’s the dominant one here.” America pulled back casually. He grabbed Canada by the upper arms. “Oh, and if you fight or try to hurt me, I will make you fucking regret it.” His grip tightened, causing Canada to let out a short sound of pain. “Got it Mattie?”

“P-please Al, w-we’re brothers and you don’t own me a-and-.”

“Shh.” The sound was gentle but America added to it by pulling Canada away from the wall and slamming him back against it, causing his brother to let out a short yell of pain.

“Alfred, stop it!”

America pulled Canada from the wall again, throwing him against the table this time, using a hand to hold Canada’s face against the wood. “Mattie, what did I say before?”

“P-please...”

“Mattie~ What did I say before?” He sung, the jovial tone countered by the return of the gun, resting its cold metal against the base of Canada’s neck, nuzzling it under the jumper to make sure that his brother could feel it.

Canada let out a short whining sound before giving in. “N-no fighting o-or struggling.”

“And what else?”

Canada bit back the need to fight or throw up and instead repeated America’s words through clenched teeth. “It will be easier if I remember who’s the dominant one here.”

America smirked. “Say it like you mean it Mattie. Or it’ll really hurt.” He drew out the ‘ee’ sound and pushed down with the barrel of the gun, reminding Canada of its presence.

Canada drew in a shaky breath and repeated himself, trying hard to hide his anger and fear as he spoke. “It will be easier if I remember who is dominant.” He said again, shaking in anger as America held him down, pressing the gun painfully against his neck.

“Better.” America said and Canada couldn’t stand the smugness in that voice. “Now, behave.” He ground the gun down again then put it away. He needed both hands for this.

He held Canada still with one hand on his brother’s upper back, the other hand going down to the bottom of Canada’s jumper. He began pulling it up, smirk growing as Canada gasped and tensed, squirming lightly and clearly working hard to not trying and pull away.

“Shush Mattie. If you’re good it won’t even hurt much.”

“O-oh God no. Wh-what are you doing!?”

“Proving who’s dominant Mattie.” America trailed the hand that was lifting up the jumper deserted that task in order cup Canada’s arse, squeezing slightly through the denim jeans.

“F-fuck...Don’t!”

America growled lightly, pulling the gun back out when Canada’s struggles grew too determined. “Mattie, stay fucking still.” He growled, stroking through the soft buttery blond hair with the cold metal of the gun, finger stroking over the trigger, careful not to put too much pressure. He and Canada both knew if Canada pissed America off right now the bullet would not be fired into the others head. America would aim for a leg or arm, or if Canada really pissed him off maybe the stomach. America knew where he could shoot and not kill but course anyone to be totally subdued.

Canada knew all too well how good America was with a gun since the southern brothers cowboy days. Canada had never quite been shot, but there had been many close calls when America wanted to show off how well he could aim.

Canada began sobbing, tugging at the handcuffs desperately, although the rest of his struggles stopped for now. “P-please America, don’t do this!”

America decided he really didn’t like his brother calling him by his countries’ name. He let it go for now. Poor Mattie was shivering and crying in fear after all, he had to be allowed a few transgressions.

“Shush Mattie, or I’ll have to gag you. I did try to talk this out like you always say you want to do, but no. You had to fight me. You brought this on yourself.” To make sure Canada knew exactly what it was that he’d brought on himself America moved the gun suddenly and pressed it against the denim incasing Canada’s arse.

Canada let out a soft whine of fear as America’s free hand reached around to undo Canada’s pants. His breath caught and he had to weigh up how badly he didn’t want to be gagged quickly. He knew pleading would do no good, and possibly only anger America further, so he forced himself to be quiet for now, crying harder as the zipper of his fly was undone by hands that had no right to be there.

He felt sick as the pants were slowly pulled down, his boxers slipping a bit and being pulled down enough to rest just barely on Canada’s waist, while the pants were dropped entirely.

“P-please no!” He begged, unable to stop the words as America began stroking his rear with the gun. He yelped, lurching forward a bit in shock as his rear was slapped with the barrel of the gun.

“If you’re going to talk Mattie, then at least make it something that won’t encourage me to fuck you with this gun.”

The metal being pressed against his anus through the thin boxer shorts was enough to shut Matthew up apart from his uncontrolled sobbing. He clenched his jaw in an attempt to hold the words in.

America was almost disappointed. The thought of watching the cool metal fucking his brother, disappearing inside that tight heat that would clench around it and cause Matthew to shake in fear while moaning as America made sure to hit his pleasure point every time had seriously turned America on.

Maybe another time he could enjoy it, but unless Matthew made another complaint he’d have to stick to his implied promise and not do it tonight.

Alfred found himself unable to put the gun down anymore. He wanted to use it, to keep Matthew aware of who was the one with the power and control. Well, that was one reason he wanted to use it anyway; mostly he just thought it would be seriously hot. He loved his gun, he really did, and the though of fucking someone with it was not a new one for him. It would be the first time he got to try it, and he was really looking forward to it, though it would have to wait for now.

Matthew couldn’t stop the compulsive whines of complaint as Alfred used the frigid metal of the gun to push Matthew’s boxers down, nor could he stop the extra shaking or need to cry a little harder. He was just barely holding down the need to beg his brother to stop, but the thought of such a deadly weapon actually inside of him was enough to stop his complaints as Alfred began stroking his soft usually covered flesh that he’d just bared.

Alfred was actually a little surprised at just how much he was enjoying this. He’d thought of his brother like this a couple of times, but he doubted he’d be thinking of much else for a while. He’d had many partners, but none had him so excited as this. He wanted to touch every inch of his brother, to taste him, mark him, hurt him, make him beg for more, but all of that would take so much more patience then he could handle right now. Right now he wanted to just fuck him.

Usually Alfred actually had some patience with partners. He enjoyed foreplay a lot, dragging it out and making both of them desperate for the actual sex, but he didn’t think he’d last long enough before his patience was gone to do that this time. Already he was achingly hard and breathing heavily, arousal the only thing on his mind. Anger at Matthew for questioning his authority and hanging out with Alfred’s perceived enemies was gone right now.

He had to actually force himself not to rush through this and skip the preparations. He knew Matthew was not as practiced as himself; so not preparing him would certainly draw blood, so he leaned over his brother, groaning softly as his covered erection touched his brothers bared skin. He grinded slightly to alleviate a little of the pressure as he pressed four fingers against Matthew’s lips. “Know what to do?”

Matthew grit his teeth for a moment before opening his mouth and sucking on the fingers, trying to give his brother as little enjoyment from it as possible, but it seemed to be failing greatly. He tried to make it as un-sexual as he could, just sucking and getting the fingers wet, but if Alfred’s moaning was anything to go on it wasn’t working.

“Heh. Thought you’d be more innocent. Are you even a virgin bro?”

The teasing voice pissed Matthew off through the fear and he had to put in effort to just not bite the damned fingers off. They were removed a moment later and Matthew realised Alfred actually wanted an answer.

“N-none of your business!” He yelled, just barely holding back the urge to try to hurt Alfred.

His response merely earned him a condescending laugh. “Come on Mattie, just tell me. It’s not like it’ll matter in a few minutes anyway.”

The words only increased Matthew’s panic and anger. He wanted so badly to fight, to hurt Alfred, but more then that, to run. “P-please Al, we’re brothers!”

“Shush Mattie. If you tell me honestly whether you’re a virgin or not I’ll go easy.”

Matthew took a moment to swallow his pride and answer. “Y...y-yes...” He mumbled, feeling sick as he felt the vibrations of Alfred chuckling. Bastard.

“Cute.”

Matthew had never wanted to hurt Alfred so badly before. He turned away, unable to really do more. He certainly couldn’t get away from his brother with the slightly tubby body pressing firmly against his back, still rutting against his arse a bit.

Alfred trailed the spit-slicked fingers to Matthew’s soft rear, touching the flesh and grinning at the shudder. He kept his body close, but obviously he had to pull himself away from the mild relief grinding against Matthew had been offering.

He kept his chest pressed against Matthew’s back. He may have lost any other emotions to pleasure, but he could certainly still hold the thought of teaching Matthew who was in charge. Practically laying on him seemed like a good way to do it.

Alfred thought for a moment about letting Matthew’s first time at least be more comfortable; as in on a bed, but he decided against it. This was more of a lesson then anything else, and Matthew had already chosen to do it the hard way.

“Relax Mattie, or this’ll hurt.” He warned quickly, circling his brothers’ virgin entrance with two slimy fingers. He licked his lips briefly, pulling back so he could watch the first finger pushing in past the tight ring, watching as Matthew tensed, muscles fighting the intrusion despite Alfred’s earlier warning. He swallowed thickly, not bothering to try holding back a groan of pleasure at the sight. “Fuck...” He muttered, pushing the finger in to the knuckle, feeling an almost painful throb from his groin.

“Please Alfred...B-brother...Don’t...” Matthew sobbed, not daring to pull away with the gun still pressing against his lower back.

“Shush Mattie, or do you really want to be fucked by a gun?” The gun travelled a little lower, stroking the left cheek a couple of times.

“N-no!”

“Then stop annoying me.” He said simply, moving the gun back to rest against his brother’s lower back as he began moving the finger, biting his lip gently and letting out a soft groan at the sight. He really wanted to go slowly with this, but a desperate throb from his erection told him not to risk it.

He pulled the first finger out enough to add the second finger, moving them a little quicker and twisting the sobs and whimpers from his brother to more pleasured sounds. Alfred had no problem with raping his brother, but he would certainly prefer it if Matthew actually wanted this.

When Alfred began scissoring Matthew clenched slightly again, his already pronounced shaking and sobbing getting harder.

“J-Jesus Christ, relax Mattie! You’re only going to hurt yourself by tensing like this.”

Matthew merely let out a strangled wailing sound in response, tensing further and pulling away a bit. “T-too much, please...A-Alfred stop it!”

“Next time you ask that I’m fucking you with the gun Mattie. No more fucking chances ok!”

Matthew only grew more panicked at the threat. “I-I can’t!”

“Fuck...” Alfred cursed, holstering the gun again and wrapping a hand around Matthew’s still soft dick. He scowled lightly. “Seriously, not even half hard?”

“I-I hate it...” Matthew mumbled in response, only twisting a tiny bit to try to escape his brother’s hand on his cock. It felt just plain wrong, but he was damn sure a gun inside of him would feel worse.

Alfred could have taken that a number of ways, but he chose to go easy on his little brother and take it as a challenge. “Don’t worry bro, I’ll make damn sure you love it.”

“N-n...” Matthew caught himself before quite finishing the word. He closed his mouth and contented himself with quiet sobbing and trying to distance himself as Alfred began pumping his shaft, the hot sweaty hand felt far from pleasurable at first, but eventually Matthew began growing physically aroused, still not really hard, but very slowly stiffening in Alfred grasp.

Alfred had finished preparing his brother by now, and Matthew still wasn’t halfway hard. It pissed him off, but he was determined to get his brother at least a little harder before actually entering him. Finally his fingers found his brother’s prostate, earning a sudden almost choking sound from Matthew and a sharp jerking of the other’s body in shock. It also earned a good throb from both brothers’ dicks, Matthew’s finally stiffening a little over half way.

“Nng, told you you’d love it. Just wait till that’s my cock bro. Trust me, you’ll be begging for more.”

Matthew knew the words were supposed to be arousing, he knew all about dirty talking from his Papa, but he found himself feeling sick at the words, the pleasure still effecting his body, but the momentary stun of such a powerful wave of pleasure was long forgotten to his mind.

Matthew didn’t get any relief from the hands being removed from around him and from inside of him. He knew it only meant Alfred was ready now.

“A-at least use a condom or something...” He tried desperately; unable to bare the thought of his own brother’s cum actually being inside of him.

“Shh Mattie. Don’t worry, there aren’t any STD’s or anything for nations, and I’m always careful anyway.”

Matthew clenched his eyes shut, trying and failing to bite back a wail of misery as the sound of Alfred’s pants being unzipped and hastily dropped to the floor reached his ears.

“I wish we could do this a different way. I really do Mattie, but you have to learn your lesson. Don’t worry, we’ll get to do this better later, but right now you have to learn. I am kinda sorry this is your first time. I mean, I’m glad I get to be the only one to fuck you and all, but I wish you’d let me do it in a better way then this.” As Alfred spoke he lined himself up, staying standing straight so he could watch, at least for the first few thrusts.

Matthew could hardly hold back the plea for his brother to stop, but he did it for the desire not to be fucked with a deadly weapon, then undoubtedly by his brother anyway. In response he merely began crying a little harder, not really listening all that well or being in a state to realise the implications of what his brother was actually saying.

Alfred licked his lips, unsure on what he wanted to watch; his cock plunging into his brother arse for the first time or his brother’s face as he lost his long held onto virginity.

He bit his lip for a moment before pulling away and grabbing his camera from his fallen pants pocket.

Matthew turned to see why Alfred was suddenly not touching him, fairly sure it was not due to second thoughts. His eyes widened when he saw his brother with his phone out, and Matthew knew the bastard was taking photos, maybe even planning to film it. “P-please no! D-don’t! Alfred please, d-do it if you won’t listen to me but at least let me keep some sort of dignity! Please!”

Alfred glanced at his brother, seeing the tear stained face and the red eyes and finding his decision made for him. He didn’t want that face recorded forever on his phone. He’d watch his brother’s face and film his cock delving into his brother, knowing that would be a sight he’d want to have forever available.

He set the camera up on the table, propping it up using his shirt so it was at the right angle to catch it all and checking that it could in fact see properly.

“D-did you not listen? Please! J-just don’t film it!”

“Shut up Mattie. I’m not going to show it to people. Besides, no one would even know it was you, or me for that matter.”

Matthew didn’t look all that reassured, or like he was going to shut up, so Alfred reminded him of the gun, pressing it against his brother’s arse gently and smirking a little at they way Matthew’s mouth snapped shut. Clearly his brother got the message.

He put the gun away again, once again lining himself up with his brother’s entrance and moaning softly as he rubbed the tip of his erection against the puckered hole. “F-fuck...Mattie, do you want it gentle and slow or hard and fast?”

Matthew couldn’t answer for a while. Finally he managed to whimper out his answer. “D-don’t make it hurt...”

“Then you’ll have to behave. No fighting Mattie, got it? And that includes verbal.”

Matthew chocked on a sob, nodding slowly and closing his eyes, not even trying to stop the tears.

“Open your eyes bro. I wanna see your entire face as you loose your virginity.”

Matthew obeyed, keeping his gaze away from his brother however. It was awkward trying to face him over his shoulder, but Alfred had no intentions of moving them now, as then he’d have to redo the camera and Matthew handcuffs, and he really just wanted to fuck now.

“Ready?” He didn’t wait for an answer, knowing full well Matthew was never going to be ready to loose his virginity to his brother through force.

Alfred began pushing in past the well-stretched but poorly lubricated entrance, showing more restrained then he though he had. He was breathing hard, and it seemed to take an eternity but really it was only a few seconds until the head pushed through and he was suddenly buried balls deep in the tightest arse he had ever experienced. He stopped there, watching his brother face, the suddenly wide-open eyes and parted lips as shock radiated from Matthew.

It was a long couple of seconds until finally Matthew let out a strangled sound of pain that wasn’t quite a wail or a scream, but somewhere in-between and dulled down so it was only a quiet sound. His eyes clenched shut and his body went tense as pain began rolling over him, mostly emotional.

Alfred tried to calm his brother a bit, caressing his cheek with one hand, the other holding a little too tightly to Matthew’s waist.

“S-shush Mattie, it’s ok. You feel so good. F-fuck...It’s ok, don’t cry. I promise it -.”

“It’s not ok you bastard!”

Alfred froze in shock. He honestly could not remember the last time his brother had interrupted him. He was pretty sure Matthew had actually interrupted him before while they were at war or something, but it came as a shock still.

“M-Mattie...”

At first Matthew didn’t notice it. In fact, it wasn’t until his brother began pulling out and ramming in as painfully as he could that he noticed the anger Alfred had put into his name. No. Not just anger; it was hurt.

Matthew could only whine in pain and cry hard as Alfred began fucking him in earnest without giving him the time to adjust. He could feel the sensitive flesh tearing slightly, blood slowly welling up and dripping down as Alfred kept fucking him, the blood only allowing him to go faster and harder as it provided a bit more lubrication.

Matthew couldn’t even beg for it to stop by now. A nation had a lot more strength then a normal human of course, and America was damn strong, so it when he began thrusting hard it was a lot more than a human could do.

The table rocked, legs squeaking in protest as it threatened to break. It was a strong table, made of thick tough wood, but Alfred when angered was a force no table could match.

Matthew was strong, stronger then his table, but he too was no match for his brother in this position. It was only because Alfred had worked himself up for a while before actually entering Matthew that saved both the northern brother and his table. Alfred didn’t last too long, cumming with a loud cry of his brothers name and a few last especially hard thrusts as he spilled inside of Matthew, trying to work the seed in as deep as he could as he clutched his brother’s hips tightly in both hands, riding out his orgasm for all it was worth.

Finally he came down enough to stop thrusting and he leaned over his brother again, wrapping the hands that had been practically crushing his brother hips around said brother’s stomach, holding him close as he enjoyed the after glow, somehow ignoring his brother’s loud sobbing.

The tables ominous creaking finally brought Alfred back and he pulled back, picking up his phone and making sure it got a good view of Alfred’s cock buried deep in his brother and the sight of it pulling out, connected by a thin white strand of cum still. He let out a soft moan at the sight of cum dripping from his brother’s arse; even though it was mixed in with blood it was still hot.

When the bridge of cum connecting the two still broke Alfred flicked his phone shut, letting out a soft contented sigh. “Damn...Well, that would have been better if you hadn’t pissed me off, but it was still bloody awesome bro.”

Matthew just continued shaking and crying, seemingly not even aware that it had stopped.

Alfred sighed and picked his brother up bridal style, cuddling him close to his chest and breathing in the intoxicating smell of sex mingled with the smell that was just plain Matthew.

He laid his brother down on his bed, removing the handcuffs and the jumper and shirt so his brother was completely naked. He pulled a blanket over Matthew, frowning softly at the lack of response and went off to the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean himself and his brother up with.

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