A/N: My first RussiaXAmerica smut fanfic! :D I'm currently trying to update my fanfics, since it's fall break for me. So please try to enjoy. It's my 1st time writing RussiaXAmerica so it might suck… (takes place after the Cold War.)

Alfred had sat there in his living room, he pinched the bridge of his nose. He had made agreements with Ivan. Causing their arms race with each other to an end. "God damn commie and his stupid land." Alfred muttered under his breath. He hated, no despised the Russian man. Alfred had a sickened feeling about Ivan ever since they had meet. He'd always thought about how it would feel to crush him, defeat Ivan and see him cry in front of him, As if he were a small child pouting over some useless thing.

Alfred chuckled to himself, thinking of Ivan on his knees, hot tears running down his cold cheeks with a tint of red. His pink soft lips. His eyes looking up at him in want.

Alfred stopped himself. It was wrong for him to think that. Degrading. Alfred had hated Ivan but, He'd had to admit Ivan was a handsome man. His broad shoulders, his soft silver hair, his strong arms.

Alfred hated how Ivan would make him feel hot and bothered. Make him squirm in his seat. Alfred had always fantasized about Ivan. He hated himself for it. He hated how in his countless fantasies Ivan would pull at his blonde hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ears. Making him do filthy things two men should never do with each other. Alfred felt his pants grow tight as his thoughts were on Ivan.

He looked down at his pants, he had shamefully become erect. He sighed, there was only one way to get rid of it. He took off his jacket and shirt. He traced his nipples, which had become hard by the room's cold temperature. He let out a small moan at the feeling. Imagining Ivan on top on him. He let his mind run on it's own about Ivan, as he body continued to pleasure him.

Alfred sucked on his finger as the other traveled down towards his aching member. He

imagined Ivan on top of him, Ivan's hands moving down Alfred's body, tracing every curve.

"You look actually cute like this, Alfred" he imagined Ivan saying in his ear.

Alfred traced the inside of his thighs, making him let out a low moan. He felt the sweat on his forehead roll down his cheeks. He massaged himself trough his pants. He let out another batch of moans he imagined Ivan on top of him once again, laughing at Alfred's desperation.

Growing tired of his own teasing, he undid his belt and his zipper. He took off his underwear and spit into his palms, trying to use it as lube for what he was about to do next, no, his mind told him it was what Ivan was about to do.

Alfred grabbed his member firmly in his hand, a gasp escaped his saliva covered lips. He started at a slow but steady pace. His imagination ran wild once again, making him think Ivan was giving him this pleasure he'd been in need of. His hands began stroking faster and faster. He had cursed himself the entire time. 'I'm a disgusting whore to be doing this. Thinking of another man. Just sick, but, I hate that he's making me do this, Damn commie.' were Alfred's thought's as he felt himself getting closer to release. He started to breathe heavily and felt the flame inside him grow stronger and stronger.

Until he'd lost all self control.

He felt himself come in his hand, hot and sticky. He screamed out Ivan's name at the top of his lungs. His back arching, toes curled. He'd almost fallen out of the chair he was sitting in,

He rode through the after glow of his orgasm. He sat there, wiping the sweat on his face away with his hand. He began to gather his clothes up and clean himself up. "God damn son of a bitch." he murmured,

Yes, he hated that bastard Ivan.

But, for an unknown reason, love him in everyway.