Yay! Here it is, the continuation. You get two pairings and three romps. It's your lucky day threefold!

Warning: Russia/Japan, UK/US, US/UK, big cocks, deep fuck, rough, riding, blowjobs, creampies, dubcon, masturbation, voyeurism, handjobs, fingering, cum swallowing.

Disclaimer: I did not create Hetalia, but I do enjoy exploiting the characters~

Divide (Legs) And Conquer

Ivan stared down at Kiku and smiled. Oh yes. He would definitely enjoy this. He didn't know about not hurting him—after all, this was a kind of payback. A bit of pain was required in this case. And Kiku seemed to know it well enough; he could see it in the man's eyes.

"Hm, aren't you a pretty little thing?" Ivan purred as he ran gentle, deceiving fingers down Kiku's chest, brushing over a nipple. Kiku squirmed, though not uncomfortably. Ivan's smile widened. "You want this. You just don't want to admit it."

Kiku's eyes widened and his heart nearly leaped into his throat. Ivan had found him out. Kiku was terrified, but he couldn't help it if he fantasized about Ivan… well, mostly his cock and how it would feel in him. Of course he knew it would hurt; he was small after all, it only made sense. But he had never been filled so much before. He glanced at Alfred again and found that he was watching him intently. The American knew well that Kiku would have his limits pushed—it was sort of hard not to when Alfred was usually the one fucking him every meeting date. Kiku could at least be grateful for the fact that he hadn't been inactive in this area for a while. Alfred made damn sure he wasn't. But would Alfred really let Ivan fuck him without a say?

… Yes, yes he would.

Kiku's gaze returned to Ivan, but the Russian had caught on and smiled at Alfred. "Do not worry, Amerika. I will not hurt your pet… a lot. Just as much as it takes for him to never be satisfied by anyone else but me~"

Kiku swallowed and squirmed again. The thought of only being able to be sated by Ivan anytime he needed was strangely arousing. Fuck, he was a pervert. Ivan kept smiling down at him.

"Open your legs for me, Japan~"

Oh right. He had closed them again. Kiku did so, hoping Ivan hadn't seen his cock twitch.

Ivan had. He chuckled and retrieved some lube, thoroughly coating his cock in full view of Kiku. The older man's eyes were trained on his hand and the organ he was slicking. The monster that would soon be inside him.

"Now," Ivan said, prodding at Kiku's hole. "Let's get you ready." He pressed and managed to wriggle a finger in.

Kiku grunted. This is happening, he thought with shock. It's really happening. I'm being fingered by a psychopath. Ivan's finger slid in to the third knuckle and Kiku balked. Even the size of the man's fingers were impressive. Oh fuck, he was in trouble.

Ivan was gauging Kiku's reactions carefully. He didn't want to hurt the man too much but he also didn't want him to be completely at ease. He shoved another finger in to the root abruptly.

Kiku cried out at the stinging intrusion and his insides clamped down on the digits, trying to force them out. But Ivan's fingers were like spear points and would not be budged. He squirmed, trying to get away, but Ivan held his hip firmly, bruising.

"No one escapes from Mother Russia~" Ivan told him before pushing a third finger in. Kiku threw his head back against the floor, gritting his teeth, his insides burning. Okay, this was fine. It was nothing. Alfred would sometimes stretch him like this in a rush. He could handle this…

Ivan began thrusting his fingers, and Kiku willed his muscles to relax. It took a while—Ivan's creepy smile didn't help—and a great deal of effort, but his insides submitted and Ivan pushed deeper (a little deeper than he would have liked while in the intial stretching phase), spreading the three fingers as wide as he possibly could under the strain of Kiku's muscles.

"Hm," Ivan hummed suspiciously. "Not as tight as I thought. When was the last time you were fucked?"

Kiku stiffened, reddening considerably. "U-um, I… I…"

"Three days ago," Alfred answered for him, not thinking, as he so often did. "We hadn't seen each other in a while and, um…"

"You stuffed him like a sausage," Arthur said. Alfred had the grace to blush. "Judging from the sounds I heard three days ago, I assume he's considerably stretched."

Alfred scratched the back of his head and looked at the floor. He cleared his throat. "Ah, yeah…"

"How lucky for him, then," Arthur said and his eyes wandered down to Alfred's lap where his hand was groping rather obviously. He's getting off to this. Good God, I've raised a wanker. He looked at Francis, the other man watching intently, unblinking in fact. Or a certain other wanker undid everything I taught him. His attention was drawn back to Kiku when he moaned. Ivan's fingers were thrusting in and out of him at a good pace now. He swallowed, his cock swelling. He covered it with his hands.

… Or maybe I'm the wanker he got it from.

Kiku's ass was on fire already, but every once in a while Ivan's fingers would brush his prostate and the slight stimulation would ease his anxiety. Then the fingers disappeared.

Ivan smiled at Kiku's open, winking hole. It was still not big enough for him, but where was the fun without a little discomfort? He gave himself a few good pumps and lined himself up. "Now you will become one with me."

Kiku didn't have time to shiver from the statement before Ivan's cock was pushing into him. The head was plump, but enough for him to handle. As it eased into him, his nails dug into his palms, waiting. But it wasn't long before the shaft followed, and, holy shit, was it thick. He bit his lip and shifted his hips, but Ivan held him firmly down. Halfway through, Ivan was finding trouble fitting himself in and Kiku's eyes were damp with the pain he was causing him. Finally, Kiku begged him, "Please, R-Russia-san, you're too b-big…"

Ivan's eyes darkened and his smile turned sinister. "Are you telling me to stop?"

Kiku felt his blood turn to ice. "N-no, Russia-san."

Ivan returned to his usual (if creepy) cheery self. "Good, then be silent, da?" And he grabbed both of Kiku's hips, pulling them down until he slid in about an inch or two more. Kiku winced, feeling Ivan's fingers digging into his hipbones and his cock tearing his insides.

Tears filled his eyes and trailed down his cheeks. "Oh—o-oh!" Oh fuck, oh fuck, he's too big, he's going to hurt me, he's going to kill me, oh fuck…

Ivan rolled his eyes. "Stop being so melodramatic." And he forced himself in a few more burning inches, then he had to stop. He was at the thickest part of his cock and Kiku's ass (regrettably) was indeed too small for him.

Not that that had ever stopped Ivan.

"Just relax, Kik," Alfred soothed and Kiku glared at him. Relax? Relax? All he had been doing was relaxing, but there was only so much of that before it didn't help anymore. Alfred was crazy on top of being a dumbass. Who the hell could like this?

Ivan, meanwhile, was trying to get his aim right. It wouldn't do to get caught up so far in and make it painful for them both instead of just for Kiku. He rolled his hips a bit, working his cock slowly but surely through the stubborn ring of muscle.

Kiku couldn't believe Ivan was still pushing in. There was so much meat inside him already he was sure he would burst. Did it ever end?

"Ah," Ivan said triumphantly and finally felt the muscles give. Kiku threw his head back and screamed when he he felt something tear and wetness slide down his chute. Blood, he thought with horror. I'm bleeding. Oh no, no…

Ivan smiled. Kiku had a lovely flush on his chest now, and he couldn't help tweaking the pert nipples. The older man half moaned, half whimpered. Ivan continued to push in, finding it much easier now that he had broken the barrier. So to speak.

Kiku could feel warm blood slicking his insides and although it helped Ivan, the burning was nigh on unbearable. Kiku just lay there, groaning with the pain as he gave up and let Ivan push in. He stiffened and his heart jumped when he felt Ivan's cock nudging against another ring of muscle deep inside him.

Oh no… "R-Russia-san, please. There's no more room. You're going to—AH!" Ivan ignored him and kept plowing through, and Kiku shuddered when he felt the head of Ivan's cock slip through and continue on without even a single indication of sympathy. Kiku startled and nearly cried when he felt Ivan's cockhead move against a part of him he very well knew should be left alone.

My colon. Kami, he's in my colon.

Why did he find that insanely hot?

Ivan raised his eyebrows at the new sensation at the tip of his dick. The skin around it felt softer and slicker, warmer… he really was deep. Kiku looked a little panicked now, and Ivan knew the feeling and took pity on him. He took Kiku's cock in hand and stroked it.

"R-Russia-san, oh… oh~" Kiku moaned, not knowing whether to focus on the cock pushing ever deeper inside him or the hand on his own cock.

It seemed like forever, but Ivan's cock was finally in. Luckily for Kiku, only the head of the Russian's dick entered his colon. Once Ivan had stopped and (surprisingly) given him time to adjust, Kiku was in heaven. He was so full, nothing could compare. None of his toys could ever reach so deep. He struggled to keep from coming. Oh fuck, he really was a sick bastard.

Ivan's hands on his hips made him direct his gaze back to the Russian. Ivan smiled and Kiku shivered. "Ready."

It wasn't a question and Kiku knew he was in trouble. Ivan pulled out slowly, Kiku moaning when he felt the puckered entrance to his colon close as Ivan's cock was removed. The Russian was halfway out (which was about the full extent of Kiku's insides) before he thrust back in.

Kiku cried out as Ivan's cock carved into him, spearing up into his colon again, this time farther. The Japanese shivered uncontrollably, so stretched he wasn't sure if he'd be able to return to his normal size again. But the worry left him with Ivan's cock as he was filled once more.

Ivan smiled, deciding that the man he was fucking needed to see truly how deep the Russian was submerged within him. So he lifted Kiku up so that he was half sitting and said, "Look how much of me you've taken. Look at what you said your greedy ass couldn't take."

Kiku peered down, watching Ivan's cock pump in and out of him and moaning. Oh that's so hot. Even as he was looking at the meat sliding into him he could feel the tip of it plug his colon. He looked up to find Ivan smiling at him.

"Tell me how it feels," the Russian said.

Ivan gave a rough thrust in, skin slapping skin, and his cockhead slipped ever farther into Kiku. The thrill of horrification and arousal combined was driving him mad. It was like something out of a sci-fi movie. "It feels… amazing."

Ivan chuckled and lowered Kiku back to the floor. Without a word he leaned over him, smile still on his face and staring intently at him, before pounding into him.

"A-ah! Oh, oh!" Kiku was blind and deaf to anything outside of his own pleasure. The feeling of the cock reaching to almost painful depths accompanied with the delicious stretch that pressed on every dip and curve of him had him seeing white for the longest time. His mind was on overload, different thoughts whirling around in his head, until they all combined, resounding in one great need:

Come.

Ivan didn't know how long he could last and it was getting hard to keep his composure. Kiku was so incredibly tight—tighter than even Latvia. His cock was squeezed almost painfully, so much so that he thought it might just break off. But he couldn't pull out. Not now, not when he was so close. Kiku was like a pulsing vice around him, pulling him in deeper with every thrust. The man was milking him without even moving.

The harder Ivan rammed him, the deeper he got. Kiku had experienced pain and pleasure simultaneously before, but this… it was nothing he could describe. All he could do was moan as Ivan continued to plunge his cock into him, deeper and deeper every time, going further, harder, until Kiku thought he would surely burst…

"R-RUSSIA~!" Kiku screamed, his lungs burning as he exploded in hot white streams. He had never had an orgasm quite so intense. The cum was shooting out of his cock so hard, he thought it would tear him a larger slit. His hips jerked uncontrollably upward despite how tiring or deeply uncomfortable it was for Kiku. He couldn't stop, and he threw his head back, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, drool sliding down his cheek. He was sure he looked as if he were seizing.

When he was finished, Kiku went slack, too weak to keep up his muscles in resisting Ivan's cock and allowing it to plow in even further. He felt dizzy and his cock was throbbing, but then Ivan began to shoot, and Kiku lost it. Hot cum was pumped into his colon, filling him impossibly more. It was like an enema, and he couldn't hold it all.

His face went red when he didn't have the strength to keep the cum in him and it overflowed. Ivan was shooting with such force into a passage so small that some of the streams shot right out of Kiku's ass.

"Fuck, Kiku," Alfred groaned, fisting his own cock. Call him sadistic, but he had wanted to see Ivan's cock in to the hilt in the smaller man even though Alfred himself knew that his own cock was Kiku's comfortable limit. But judging by Kiku's pleasure-twisted face, he couldn't give a damn about that.

Kiku was at the pinnacle of his pleasure, going higher than he had ever been. It was scary and thrilling at the same time, and his balls contracted to the point of pain, expelling a few more burning streams of cum before his vision went black and his whole body limp. Ivan, who was still fucking him, stopped abruptly, worry crossing his face for the faintest of moments.

Then Yao shouted, "You killed him!"

"No, you lummox," Arthur flashed back and Yao scowled. "He's still breathing. He's just—"

"Fucked out," Alfred finished and released his own throbbing cock. He ignored it to stare in shock at Ivan who was still buried to the hilt inside of Kiku. "Damn, Russia, you made him pass out. What are you, an animal?"

Ivan looked at him and shrugged like he couldn't help that Kiku had fainted on him and didn't know why he would have. "He was small. It was only expected." He pulled out, and fat globs of cum mixed with blood gushed out of Kiku's red, opened ass. Alfred had to grab his cock to keep from coming. Arthur had to as well.

"How long do you think he will stay unconscious?" Toni asked, trying his best to contain a nosebleed and failing miserably.

"A little while," Arthur assured. "He'll be all right. Within the hour he will be awake and right as rain." On the outside, at least. He wasn't so sure about Kiku's ass, though.

Then the mic clicked on again. "Oh, wow, that was hot!" Elizaveta praised, though it sounded like her nose was plugged or something. "Damn, I need more tissues…"

Roderich huffed, all pissy. "Who's next in this twisted porno of yours?"

"Ooh, I'm glad you asked!" she said with excitement. "And it's… USUK, haha! Well, saw that coming. I've got, like, a million of those, phew…"

"What!" Arthur snapped. "You want me to bottom him?"

"Whoa!" Alfred laughed. "Damn, of course I would be popular with my hot bod and all, haha!"

Arthur glared. "Oh, do you ever shut up?"

"Nope! Hahahaha!"

"You can't be serious, Hungary!" Arthur yelled at the ceiling. "I can barely stand the git when he's in the same room with me nonetheless inside me!"

Francis smirked. "Ohonhonhon~I am liking this image. Let us get started. We wouldn't want to disappoint our viewers…"

"Oh, I am completely serious," Elizaveta said. "A little crazy, yes, but serious. Remember what I will do if you do not comply. And that applies to all of you!"

Gilbert groaned. "Come on, pussies, just do it! I need a lot of nourishment being this awesome and I'm not being cut off because of some unresolved sexual tension!"

Arthur balked. "Sexual tension? There is no such thing between us! Absolutely not!"

"Yeah!" Alfred added. "He's old and nagging and bitchy and, jeez, I would have a better time banging a menopausal chick, y'know?"

Arthur was pissed now. "How dare—I'm not—ooh, you little—!"

"Are we getting started here or not?" Elizaveta asked. "My fangirls are getting impatient…"

"How about we make a… a compromise?" Arthur suggested, trying to keep himself from throttling Alfred.

Elizaveta's interest was immediately piqued. "I'm listening…"

Arthur licked his lips. "It would only be fair—seeing as I am older and a great deal more experienced—if I got to top first."

Alfred gaped. "Whoa, wait. Wouldn't you, like, throw out your back or something?"

Arthur glared. "I'm not that bloody old, you twit!"

"Hmm…" Elizaveta contemplated. "Well, I have a lot of those requests as well…"

"What!" Alfred looked shocked and Arthur smirked.

"You know, now that I think of it…" Elizaveta laughed. "That does sound good! America, the viewers just can't get enough of someone pounding the shit out of you."

Alfred's face was comical. "But I can fuck just as good as I can take it up the ass. The thing is, some people keep shoving their dicks in me before I can do anything!" He glared pointedly at Ivan, but the Russian only smiled innocently back at him.

"Well, that's just too damn bad, because I run this show." Elizaveta gave her maniacal laugh again. "UKUS it is, folks! Oh, and guys, make it good." And the mic clicked off.

Arthur flashed a triumphant look at Alfred. "Looks like I will be dominating you again, America."

Alfred just stared. "Oh shit…"

There was nowhere for Alfred to run, nowhere to hide. One way or another, Arthur was going to fuck him and… surprisingly he wasn't all that opposed to the idea. He had never had a taste of his cock and judging from how Francis looked when he was coming, Arthur had to have some sort of talent in that area… right?

Not as much as Alfred, of course, but some.

At this point, though, Alfred was pretty damn sure he wouldn't be able to walk (really just standing would be difficult at this point) out of the Box and be trapped in here forever. Hey, he liked sex, but too much of a good thing was, well, you know… bad. He learned that from scarfing down too many Peeps one Easter and then barfing all over his bed (yeah, he had been forever alone on Easter, don't judge him!). It had taken that much for him to believe Arthur. That had been a bitch to clean, but he still ate Peeps. Just because it annoyed Gilbert. And because they tasted fucking delicious.

Ah, shit, he lost his train of thought. Now all he could think about were Peeps, mmm…

Arthur huffed. "Stop staring off into space and get your arse over here."

Alfred's attention snapped back to their situation. Oh right… Arthur was going to fuck him. Yeah, he'd see how that turned out. Alfred scoffed. "Fine, man. You bring your Viagra? 'Cause I don't wanna be left hanging."

Arthur was unimpressed. "Oh, yes, because you could see I needed it when I was fucking France," he deadpanned.

Alfred shrugged. "I dunno. Coulda worn you out for the next week or so. Sure you don't wanna take a break just in case you get hurt?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Get over here, you halfwit. My cock won't wait forever."

Alfred laughed. "Yeah, I better hurry!"

Arthur frowned. Oh, so this was how Alfred would play it? Well, would he get a surprise. When Alfred was finally near him, Arthur said, "On all fours, boy. Go on."

Alfred pouted. "Aw, but my knees hurt from doing it that way."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. One huge, bushy eyebrow. "Now who's the one that's getting old?"

Alfred frowned. I see what you did there, limey bastard… And he got on his elbows and knees, not liking it at all. It's not that he felt submissive doing it. Hell no, Alfred was totally dominant doing anything in any position, everyone could tell! He was just afraid he would get carpet burn and that was a bitch. One time, he got carpet burn on his balls and he had to walk around all bowlegged like he'd been banged nonstop for a week and, boy, was that just great when he had to go to a summit. Never masturbate on a rug, boys and girls! Well… mostly boys for the balls part, but girls, unless you want to look like you have herpes or something, don't do that either!

"Come on, oldster, get it up," Alfred said. "I know it's hard for you without any hel—AH!"

Alfred had been so busy talking that Arthur had grabbed him by the hips and shoved it in. Alfred gave an almost gagging gasp. Arthur smirked. "What were you saying?"

"I-I was saying…" Alfred took a breath and winced. "Jeez, you coulda lubed up before skewering me like that!"

"But I didn't have any time," Arthur said innocently. "You know, being old and all that. I have to hurry." Good thing Alfred didn't see his leer. Yup, he had on a pretty big rape face. Francis could not compete.

"Yeah, well, just hold up for a bit. I need to get adjusssuuUURGGH!" Alfred bit his lip as Arthur pulled out and thrust back in. Hard. "What the fuck, dude? I said I wasn't ready!"

"No time to waste, remember?" Arthur told him before setting a steady but rapid pace. It wasn't all that hard, actually. He thought Alfred would be quite loose after the thorough fuckings he'd received, but he was actually quite tight. Sucking him in, even. He should have fucked him sooner.

"Ye-yeaaaahhh," Alfred keened, fingers digging into the carpet. He thought compared to Ivan, Arthur would be small, but he was filling him quite nicely. That and he was still sensitive from his earlier romp. His prostate was so swollen Arthur couldn't help but hit it every time. He found himself plumping up in no time and soon he was leaking. He couldn't believe Arthur was pounding him this hard and that it felt this good. "Oh fuck, nnn…"

"Do I feel old now, America?" He punctuated with a rough thrust. He held down a groan as Alfred pulsed around him.

"N-nooooOH!" Arthur practically punched his prostate and his cock throbbed. "E-England, oh, unnf."

"You know," Arthur said, holding Alfred's hips to him. "You're tight for a slut, heh."

Alfred would have liked to respond, but he was struggling just to breathe. Arthur was pounding away at him and he was drooling all over himself and he totally didn't like it, really!

"Speechless, eh?" Arthur asked, leaning over him, his tongue tracing Alfred's ear. "You like giving into me, hm? Say it. Say that you love me fucking you."

Alfred stiffened. Submitting? When had he submitted to anyone? Just because Arthur was fucking him didn't mean—

Oh. Maybe it did.

Alfred didn't want to admit it, but he liked the idea of being dominated. Just sexually, of course, not in real life. Because that would suck and totally ruin his reputation. But knowing someone who he fought against (and won, that was important) was driving into him made him more aroused than he knew it rightfully should. His cock was rock hard now and there was no denying he was turned on by this.

Then Arthur stopped.

Alfred pushed back into him. "Artie…" he whined.

"Admit it." Arthur smiled.

"Ad-admit what?" Alfred panted. "That you're a dick?"

Arthur leaned down again and muttered, "That you love my dick."

Alfred shuddered. Ah, dammit, I do. Not like he was going to tell him, though.

Arthur was still not moving. "I will not continue until you admit it."

"What!" Alfred was aghast. "Nuh uh, dude, I will never—"

It was then that he gave an embarrassing squeak. Arthur had reached around and grabbed his cock. "You're hard… and a liar."

"A-Artie," Alfred squirmed, wanting to feel the delicious friction of Arthur's cock in him again.

Arthur began to pump him. "Ah, I guess poor, stubborn America will have to come like this."

Alfred held down a whimper. Well, okay, maybe it slipped out a bit. "Artie, don't…" He rolled his hips again.

"Say it," Arthur insisted, not really sure if he could hold out himself. The way Alfred was pulsing around him was almost too much to bear. "Say it or I'll make you come now." Alfred moaned as Arthur stroked him fast.

"F-fuuuu…" Alfred gasped. "Fiiiinnne. I guess I—"

Arthur squeezed his shaft tightly. "No, you don't 'guess.'"

"I-I, fuck." Arthur had started to tug at a nipple, flicking it. Alfred arched his back. "Y-yeah! Okay, yeah, your cock feels so good, England. Please, just fuck me."

Arthur chuckled. "Hmm, meetings would not have been so frustrating if we only knew you would agree to terms using this method."

Alfred brooded. "Yeah, just fuck me, man, before you lose your—aaAHH, fuck!" Arthur was slamming into him. Slamming! He didn't know old geezers like him could even do that. Every deep push forced a moan from his throat and the friction it provided against his sweet spot was making him see white. "Mmf, uhh, yeah, yeah, fuck!"

Alfred was flat against the floor now, with that damned carpet, Arthur holding his ass up as he drove into him again and again. He could feel the Briton's balls slapping against him and precum was beginning to spill from his cock in copious amounts.

"Yesyesyes," Alfred chanted. "Oh fuck, yes."

Arthur knew no lube had been a bad idea, but the cum already inside Alfred was a fair substitute (even though it wasn't his). Alfred's ass was swallowing him continuously, providing a constricting, heated bliss. The fact was that Arthur had wanted to fuck Alfred for a long, long time and now he was and the whole world would see it. Alfred couldn't deny his outward show of pleasure now. He was mewling and pressing back into him, hard as ever, and Arthur took up his cock again, stroking it urgently. He wanted to feel Alfred constrict on his cock.

Arthur was not the biggest cock he had taken (Ivan pretty much beat everyone else out on that) nor did Arthur get the deepest, but he most certainly knew how to work Alfred. Which was weird, seeing as they had never fucked before. Somehow Arthur knew just where to strike, how hard to thrust, how fast. It was like Alfred himself was doing it but better because he didn't have to do all the work.

Alfred's words had turned to gibberish and he could feel his balls drawing up. Arthur then quit his fast pace, opting for accuracy instead of speed. Instead he thrust in slowly but forcefully, pressing ever so long on Alfred's sweet spot before drawing out and doing it again. And again. And again. And—

"Artie, I-I can't—!" Alfred couldn't believe he was coming from just that, but it was pure torture to hold himself back. Arthur practically forced the cum out of him and it felt amazing. He muffled a cry as he came in hot streams, Arthur lingering on his prostate and pressing slowly, teasingly, until there was no more cum for Alfred to shoot and he groaned as his cock twitched spasmodically.

Alfred felt very tired, but he managed to hold himself up as Arthur picked up his rapid pace again, the rough friction of his cock against his sweet spot too much. Alfred had tears streaming down his cheeks from the stimulation of his overworked prostate, and below him his cock was throbbing though there was no cum to shoot. It hurt, but at the same time it was so good.

Alfred groaned when he felt Arthur's cock throb inside him before he was pumped full of cum once again. The fullness was extremely pleasurable and left Alfred shivering and breathless.

Arthur caught his breath and grinned. "Heh, I like you more when you're like this. Perhaps I should fuck you more often."

Alfred huffed as Arthur pulled out of him and he dropped to his side, chest heaving. "Yeah, well… maybe you're not a geezer."

Arthur snorted, but before he could say anymore, the mic clicked on again.

"Ugh, I'm feeling a little lightheaded. I should call the hospital, but, hey, it's live porn, I ain't leaving!" Elizaveta laughed, nose still plugged. "Um, okay, I'm getting a buttload (pun intended) of messages and, damn, are there a lot of wet panties. So, now, for my original USUK request. Except—"

"Ah shit," Alfred groaned.

"America, you must, and I implore must, fuck England in every position you can—"

"What!" Arthur yelled, aghast.

"—without taking your cock out of him. England, you can come as many times as you like. And, America, if you come, it's over." Elizaveta finished and they could just hear the leer in her voice. "Now, chop chop! The cameras are rolling and I don't want to waste power recording you two just sitting around." The mic clicked off.

Alfred looked over at the stunned Arthur and smirked. "Ha, you thought you were rough. Just wait till I get inside you. I'll show you what rough really is."

Ivan leered. "He learned it from me~"

"Shut it, commie."

Ivan let out an ominous string of 'kolkolkol's, but Alfred chose to ignore him… and he scooted a little bit farther away from him. He sat up, cum still leaking from his ass and extended his arms. "C'mon, Artie. You heard the crazy chick. Hurry up before we don't get fed."

Arthur frowned. "I could care less if you don't get fed. In fact, I should have hidden your food from you before to prevent you crushing me beneath your weight."

Alfred pouted. "You're such a jerk. No wonder you couldn't find any friends for a while." He stuck out his tongue.

Arthur glared. "You had better shut your mouth, brat, or I will make this one of the most unpleasant sexual experiences of your life!"

Alfred huffed in annoyance. "Jeez, calm down. And get over here. I can't really fuck you if you're all the way over there."

Seeing that there was no way out of this, Arthur swallowed his pride and crawled over, sitting next to Alfred. "Uh… which position first?"

Alfred smirked. "Hands and knees, limey jerk."

Arthur's brow twitched. "Eh? You ungrateful little—"

Alfred sighed wearily. "Stop talking… damn, now I'm soft. Your nagging is such a boner-killer, I swear. Maybe that's why your sex life is dead."

"My sex life is plenty active, sodding wanker!"

"He lies!" Francis exclaimed and Arthur glared. "I have seen it!"

"Stay out of this, fucking frog!"

Alfred smirked triumphantly. "Turn around."

Arthur sighed and did so. He could feel his knees aching already… he stiffened when he felt the head of Alfred's cock nudge him. "Oi!" he snapped. "You'll have to prepare me first, you git."

Alfred gave a shit-eating grin. "Ah… so you haven't been fucked recently?"

Arthur couldn't keep the blush from rising to his cheeks. "No, it's nothing like that!"

"He lies," Francis said with a smile and Arthur glared at him and shouted, "How the fuck—I thought I removed every last one of your damn froggycams from my house!"

Francis raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I hide them very well now~"

Arthur grumbled and sighed, "Fine! So it's been a while since I've been thoroughly reamed out. But that's beside the point. Preparation is a very important step no matter how recently you've been fu—"

Alfred guffawed. "Hahahaha! Dude, you still need that kind of thing? Pssshh, I grew out of preparation a long time ago, haha."

"That is because you are a whore."

"Shut up, Russia."

"Kolkolkolkol…"

"Ah, jeez," Alfred could feel himself slowly deflating. "Man, Russia, you can't be doing that. I kinda need a boner here and you're definitely not helping."

"Hehe," Ivan giggled. "Even Amerika's cock becomes frightened at my voice~"

"Sh-shut up!"

"Heh," Arthur scoffed. "Who needs the Viagra now, yank?"

Alfred was at the end of his rope with this whole thing. "I'm tired of talking," he grumbled before taking firm hold of Arthur's hips. His cock slid between the Briton's cheeks, rubbing and hoping to restore his erection. "And just because you said that, I'm going to fuck you without preparation."

Arthur stiffened. "W-wait, America, you can't just do that!"

"Uh, yeah, I can. Dude, I'm a superpower, I can do whatever the fuck I want to you and you can't get away, hahahaha!"

Matthew shrunk back. "Maple. He's sadistic and he doesn't even know it."

Arthur began to shake. When Alfred used that firm tone, there was no denying it: Arthur was going to be fucked without preparation whether he liked it or not. "No, please, America, I need it. Don't you have any lubrication? There's some still left in that tube I used on France…"

Alfred scoffed. "Nah, my spit's fine. The box is all the way over there and meh… I don't feel like getting it right now."

Arthur decided to try to make an escape and he scrambled across the floor… only for Alfred to pull him back by the hips. He turned to look at him. "Wait, wait, Alfred, you don't understand. I… haven't… been fucked in… a considerable amount of time."

Alfred blinked. "What? You've gotta be shitting me, brah. You haven't taken it up the ass in how long?"

Arthur could feel his face grow hotter. "Erm… uh… a-a while."

Alfred was unimpressed. "Bro, do you want me to fuck like this or not?"

"Okay!" Arthur sighed. "Years… um… like somethirtyyearsorsomething."

Alfred frowned. "Uh, couldja maybe repeat that? I didn't catch it."

"Thirty years or so." Arthur admitted. "I was… drunk, and uh, I, somehow, called Scotland and he came to pick me up. He took me back to his place, evidently I came onto him, and we… yeah, ahem, yeah that was the last time."

"Oh, zut alors!" Francis exclaimed wistfully. "I should have hidden cameras in Scotland's house as well!"

Alfred cocked his head. "So… you haven't, like… gotten any ass action lately? Not just fucking, but your fingers, some toys…?"

Francis leered. "Oui, do tell, Angleterre~And be very careful with your words. I will know if you are lying."

Arthur glared at Francis. "Yes," he ground out impatiently. "I have used my fingers and certain… items down there, but that still doesn't change the fact that I need preparation."

Alfred sighed wearily. Arthur was so needy. Always asking him for shit… when the hell it had turned the other way around politically Alfred couldn't remember, but, sexually, it was still the same… somewhat. "All right, then. I'll—" Then an idea came to his head, an idea so brilliant it made the sides of his lips twitch into a leer.

Francis was the first to notice. "Ohonhon, I like that face you are making, Amerique~"

Arthur, however, was confused and turned over to sit up, frowning. "Why the hell are you looking at me like that for? Aren't you supposed to be—" But Alfred tossed the half used tube of lube over to Arthur before he could finish. He picked it up and stared at it, looking quizzically back at Alfred. "What am I—oh hell."

"Go on," Alfred said, sitting back with a wicked smile. "Show me how you finger yourself."

Arthur stared at him for a moment before uncapping the tube and squeezing a dollop of lube into his hand with avid determination. If the twit thought Arthur could be defeated with a little forced public masturbation, he was dead wrong! Still, he hoped no one could see him shaking as he warmed the lube in his hands, spreading it over his fingers. Everyone was going to see how he masturbated. Yeah, that was something he wanted the world to know. What a price to pay for victory. Arthur turned around, getting on his hands and knees—well, elbows and knees. He planned to thoroughly hide his face while he was doing this, though he knew very well everyone would be able to get a fairly revealing look of his ass.

But Alfred seemed to sense his intentions. "Nope, nice try. I wanna see everything. Face me and spread 'em wide."

Arthur grumbled as he turned back around, sitting on his ass and leaning back so that he could prod at his hole. His fingers were trembling and he fought to still them as he slid one in. He stared at the floor, trying not to make any sort of noise or expression.

Alfred watched Arthur's finger slide into his hole and felt his cock twitch with expectation. He licked his lips and said, "I said face me. Why can't I see your face?"

Arthur tipped his head up to glare, though his glowing blush did little to enforce it. When his first finger was in all the way to the knuckle Arthur slid another in, biting his lip. This was usually how far he would go during his solo sessions (with his fingers at least), but he was preparing himself for a cock and… Alfred was not exactly the best person with whom to fuck after having not taken a cock for years. Not as big as Ivan but… fairly sizable.

Arthur was concentrating so much on worming his finger into himself that he forgot to be quiet. Before he could stop himself, Arthur let out a soft moan and then caught himself. He could feel his neck heat and he plunged his fingers further into himself. He wriggled a third in and truly felt the sting of being stretched. He went through with it quickly, embarrassed at everyone staring at him. "Mmf," he grunted as his hole gave another harsh sting. Maybe that hadn't been the brightest idea…

Alfred was tiring of this slow pace, and he was beginning to get unbearably hard. Watching Arthur's tight hole swallow his fingers was proving to be more stimulating than he thought it would be. "C'mon, Igs, I can't wait all day."

Arthur glared. "Patience, yank, do you want me to bleed?"

Alfred shrugged. "Meh, maybe not. You crying would be such a turn off…"

Arthur's brow twitched. "I do not cry."

Alfred scoffed. "Oh, please. Don't make me bring up that one time you did, it's just even more of a turn off…" Actually, on the contrary, Alfred found himself highly turned on. The fact that Arthur had hated him so much in the past and now they were fucking was strangely arousing. Then again, Alfred found Ivan arousing so he was sort of a sexual conundrum at this point.

Arthur tried his best to hurriedly scissor himself and he grunted with the pain. "A-ah, any c-condoms in those boxes? I don't fancy cleaning cum out of my arse."

Yao shook his head and everybody stared at him. "It not me! Kiku said he checked them all and that it strange how there were none. Actually, he seem quite excited about it now that I think…"

Arthur gave a frustrated sigh. "Ugh, fine. I'll have to do without." He winced as he pulled his fingers out a little too quickly and moved so that he was on his hands and knees again. "Hurry up, will you? My arse is not going to stay stretched forever."

Alfred studied him for a minute. "Hmm… come here."

Arthur was unamused. "You're serious? I just spent the last five minutes preparing myself for you—" But Alfred yanked Arthur to him.

"Gotta see what's gonna be in you first," the younger country said cockily. He motioned downward and Arthur's eyes traveled to the hard, flushed cock between Alfred's legs. Alfred pushed Arthur down. "Go on, get a closer look."

Arthur grunted as he was pushed down to come face-to-face with Alfred's cock. He saw it twitch and could tell Alfred was getting his rocks off by Arthur being so close to his arousal. And Alfred was, smirking down at Arthur and threading his fingers through the Brit's unruly blond hair. "Get it nice and wet for me, huh?"

Arthur glared up at Alfred, but the American only leered down at him. Arthur returned to Alfred's cock and took it in hand, feeling it pulse when he did. It had been a while since he had sucked a cock, but he was willing to wager that Alfred knew that. Well, Arthur would show him it took much more than lost time for him to be rusty.

Alfred let a little squeak escape when he felt a tongue test his slit. Arthur peered up at him, a smirk twisting his lips, but Alfred looked away, feigning a cough. Arthur gave a soft chuckle and lapped up the side of the swelling shaft, pressing beneath the head. He could see the strain of Alfred's stomach muscles as they tried to keep his hips from twitching upward. Arthur took that as permission to grab Alfred's cock, pumping it, while he swallowed the head, running his tongue around it.

Arthur's tongue delved into the slit, deeper this time, exploring, hearing Alfred emit a surprised whine. Arthur peered up at him. "What? Been too busy taking cocks up your arse you haven't had anyone suck you off for a while?" Alfred's face was all the evidence Arthur needed before he took the head of Alfred's dick into his mouth, running his tongue along it.

"Nnn," Alfred struggled to keep his voice under control as Arthur gradually swallowed his length. He didn't want to admit it, but Arthur was a pretty good cocksucker. Not better than Alfred, certainly—he'd like to see the Brit take Ivan all the way down his throat like he had.

The image sent a flush of heat through him and his cock twitched in Arthur's mouth. The older man pulled off to smirk up at him. "It's plumped up quite nicely just now. Did an old man like me turn you on?"

Alfred made a whimpering noise and Arthur looked up, eager to see his expression, but was met with an insistent hand at the back of his head, pushing him down onto Alfred's cock until it slid down his throat.

Arthur was halfway down when he started choking, and Alfred groaned as his throat contracted around him. Arthur thought he was going to pass out before Alfred finally let up and his cock slid out of his mouth. Arthur coughed, tears in his eyes. "W-what the hell, Ame-rica? You could have killed me!"

But Alfred didn't respond, only grabbed hold of Arthur's legs and pulled so that the Briton fell onto his ass. Arthur grunted and glared. "You stupid wan—ah!—unh."

Alfred tipped Arthur onto his back, lifting his hips to his mouth and wrapping his lips around Arthur's half-hard prick. Arthur moaned as he watched Alfred's mouth take him to the hilt, peering up at him through hooded blue eyes. He simply had to get a taste of Arthur's cock. "Mmm," Alfred hummed around him, making Arthur buck his hips, shivering when he felt his cock slide further down Alfred's throat.

And just as quickly Alfred's hot mouth was gone, and he grabbed Arthur by the hips again, flipping him onto his stomach. Before Arthur could even take a breath, his hips were being lifted and he could feel Alfred's hot cock rubbing between his cheeks.

"America, the lube—"

"I-I can't," Alfred breathed, fingers digging into the soft flesh on Arthur's hips. He leaned over Arthur, chest pressing against his back, nose in the Briton's neck. "Fuck, I can't hold back, Artie, I…" He lined himself up and pushed in. "Unf."

"A-ah, you impatient g-git—ah!" Arthur felt pain shoot up his spine and he snapped, "Slow down!"

Alfred was trying his best just not to come. "E-England, I, nn, stay still. Oh fuck, you're so tight…"

Arthur winced as he felt the thickest part of Alfred's cock making its way into him. "N-no… America, pull out. N-need more lube. It's going to, a-ah, tear!"

But Alfred wrapped an arm around Arthur's chest and the older country knew he couldn't get away. Not now. "Can't… c-can't, unh, shit. Just push out… y-yeah, like that. Almost there… yeaaahh…"

There was nothing for Arthur to do but push out and fight to keep his voice in check. His head hung down, tears forming in his eyes. But he certainly wasn't crying, no. It was just a common physical response to dumbasses like Alfred. "A-America, too… m-much…"

"Almost there, Igs," Alfred told him. The arm that had locked around him loosened and fingers trailed up to roll a nipple around. "Almost th-there, okay? Work with me…"

"Mm… I am working, git, what the bloody hell do you think I've been doing?!"

Alfred's cock went a little soft at Arthur's snapping voice. "Ah, damn…" Then he made one last push and he was sheathed completely within Arthur's tight heat. "Aha, yeah! It's in."

"I-I can feel it…" Arthur grunted with annoyance, fingers digging into the carpet. Alfred began to pull out. "No, wait, you bloody twit. L-let me get used to it…" Alfred whined into his shoulder and Arthur could feel the American's cock twitching inside him. He must be truly tight.

"All right, all right," Arthur sighed. "Go on."

Alfred planted grateful kisses on Arthur's shoulder and neck before sitting up and pulling out. Arthur was almost disappointed to have lost his warmth—mostly because it was kind of cold with the sweat covering him. But his chill was immediately forgotten as Alfred thrust back into him. "U-unh."

"Mnn." Alfred tried to keep his voice in check, but it was so hard. Arthur was so tight and hot inside it should be a crime. He tightened his grip on the Briton and began a steady pace, slow so that he wouldn't come prematurely (which he was prone to do—not because he was inexperienced, but because he… well… his mind was too fuzzy to formulate an excuse, but it was not because he was inexperienced. No way). He wanted to be inside Arthur as long as he possibly could.

Arthur winced initially, but the sensation of being filled was certainly pleasant. Sure, Arthur had toys that he used, but nothing could match up to a real, hot cock. Though it did come with certain… annoyances attached to it. The subject of which was currently bruising his hips with his fingers.

The fact that it was Alfred fucking him after so many years without being fucked was something that annoyed Arthur to no end. At the least he could have chosen someone with more finesse, more experience, more consideration—he stopped his thoughts abruptly because it sounded as if he would rather have Francis in him and it would look pretty pathetic if he went soft right then because of it. But, surprisingly, he was barely affected, though it could have been because the friction Alfred's cock was currently causing against his insides was becoming quite arousing. He'd forgotten how good it felt to have someone fucking him instead of having to fuck himself on some toy.

It was a weird feeling, having cum still dribbling out of Alfred's hole while his cock was submerged in someone's ass. He could still feel how stretched he was from his recent fucking, and he made up for the emptiness by setting a steady pace, thrusting into Arthur. He held the man's hips rather tightly (painfully, he supposed), and he was struggling not to come already. Why did Arthur have to be so tight? Fuck, why does it have to be Arthur? There was no question that Alfred was getting high off of fucking the former empire. He never really knew how much he wanted to until he was doing it. And, shit, did it feel amazing.

Alfred was brought to his peak before he knew it, and he just barely stopped himself from coming—but that of course meant stalling quite obviously. Arthur could feel the cock in him twitch a couple of times before he snarked, "Coming so soon? Might I remind you we've only fucked in one position? And I don't want to have my well-being compromised just because some selfish brat can't hold out."

Color rose to Alfred's cheeks. "I-I can too hold out!"

"Yeah? Have you gotten so used to using your ass that your balls have lost their stamina?"

Alfred puffed out his cheeks childishly before he took hold of Arthur's hips and sat back on his knees, pulling Arthur with him so his cock remained inside him as per request. Arthur followed him until he was sitting backwards on Alfred's lap. Arthur bit his lip as he sunk down on Alfred's cock, only now appreciating the girth.

"I think your ass has been so unused you'll be moaning like a slut before this is over." He gave Arthur's hip a pat. "Ride me."

Arthur ducked his head to avoid meeting all the eyes on him and leaned forward, bracing himself with his hands on the floor. The position gave him enough leverage to push back and swallow Alfred's cock. He began slowly and then quickened, only going down halfway to make sure he didn't hit his sweet spot. He wasn't about to come this early either.

As much as Alfred was enjoying the view—the way Arthur's back arched just the slightest when he pushed back, the way his cock disappeared between his cheeks—Arthur wasn't going down on him all the way. So, he gave him a little help by grabbing the man's hips and forcing him down until he was sheathed to the hilt inside him.

"Hnn!" The sound escaped Arthur's lips before he could stop it and his back bowed, fingers digging into the carpet. Alfred huffed. "Stop doing it all half-assed. Or have you forgotten how to ride a cock?"

Arthur's eye twitched. "I set the standard for riding cocks, sodding yank."

"Really?" Alfred tried to keep the excitement out of his voice, but, dammit, Arthur's tone did something to him.

"Really," Arthur told him slyly before saying, "Lie down and I'll show you."

It took a little less-than-graceful maneuvering for Alfred to get his legs out from under him and his whole body stretched out on the floor before Arthur sat himself down on him. Arthur didn't waste any time, rolling his hips, impaling himself again and again on Alfred's hard cock. "Fuck," Alfred hissed as he took hold of Arthur's moving hips. His eyes wandered up Arthur's body, first from the ass swallowing him up to Arthur's flushed, leaking cock, curving spine, his shuddering shoulders.

Arthur tried to stay silent, tried to focus on just moving, but Alfred's cock was filling him in a way that made it impossible for his prostate not to be stimulated. "Mmm, uh, shit." The dull ache in his ass barely mattered aside from the jolt of heat and pleasure surging through him every time that little bundle of nerves was hit. He pushed himself to the edge, quickening, then slowing, pressing increasingly hard on his prostate, then easing off. "Guh… nn." His cock didn't need to be touched to be leaking.

Arthur's voice was turning Alfred on. He licked his lips and took hold of Arthur, stilling him. He pulled him until the man realized what he wanted and, without dismounting, twisted himself around to face him. Alfred groaned and winced at once, the feeling of his cock being twisted inside the man bittersweet. But Arthur's flushed, breathless face made well up for the discomfort.

Francis liked the way this was turning out and could feel a good nosebleed coming on. But he refused to be consumed with stemming one. He had to watch every second of this. It turned out (very surprisingly) that Arthur rode cock extremely well. He could feel his own cock swelling and he trailed a hand down to palm it. It was a shame, really, that Alfred got to take Arthur after so many years of Arthur's ass going unused. That only made Francis all the more determined to make Arthur scream when his own time came.

It was a good thing Arthur was doing all the work, because Alfred was so entranced with the Briton's riding that he was completely stationary. That and Arthur was riding him so perfectly (perfectly, how the hell did Arthur do it?) that he really had no cause to do any work. His brother (his pissy, nagging, frumpy older brother) was sweat-slicked, flushed, his hands spread over Alfred's chest for balance as he lifted himself up and dropped himself down again and again on his cock, hips moving more fluidly than Alfred thought possible, pants and moans slipping past Arthur's parted lips, still swollen and red from the earlier blowjob. The more Alfred's eyes traveled up and down Arthur's body, the more he ached to drive his cock deep into him.

Arthur's legs were shaking by the time Alfred took hold of his hips and he was forced to stop. After all, it had been a while since he had ridden someone. He was grateful, therefore, when Alfred began lifting his hips into him, but he also knew he was in trouble. Now he didn't have any control of the thrusting, and that meant that he couldn't stop Alfred if he hit his prostate. Just as he was thinking of what to do about it (since he certainly didn't want to come before the insufferable whelp), Alfred's hands locked onto him and he slammed up into him.

"Ah, oh fuck!" His nails dug into Alfred's chest and he arched his back as his sweet spot was dealt a direct hit. He hadn't been expecting that from such an inexperienced brat.

"Unf, mn." Alfred savored the sounds that he forced from Arthur as he plowed his way into him. His hands kept Arthur's hips still and locked in place, grinding into him. Damn, it felt good to actually fuck someone for once…

He almost lost himself and remembered at the last minute that he didn't want to come yet. He hoped Arthur wouldn't notice what his twitching cock or his abrupt stop meant, but he was rather pleased to see that Arthur was struggling with his own arousal.

"W-wait," Arthur gasped. His thighs were trembling. "Stop, I… fuck."

Alfred had seen Arthur's cock twitching where it stood at full mast between them and decided that Arthur was too stubborn for his own good. He knew what the Briton was playing at, giving Alfred a good show to try and make him come first. Well, too bad! Because Alfred gave damn good handjobs. You know, as substitute for not being able to blow his lovers in a public place. Though of course it wasn't at all sexy if there was gum beneath the table and he happened to get his hand stuck in it while jerking his partner one, which had actually happened more often than it should have. Then again, most of the time it was his gum…

"No, get your hand… America, you t-twit, stop!" Alfred's attention was brought back by Arthur's almost pleading moans. And Arthur trying to whack Alfred's hand away. But Alfred's other hand quickly snatched up Arthur's and held them firmly by the wrists. Arthur could struggle all he wanted, but all he was going to do was make himself tired… or break his wrists, because Alfred's grip was steel. Just like his cock. Huh. That made him think. Superman was the 'Man of Steel.' Did that also include his dick? If it did, then Lois Lane must be one hell of an unlucky lady… or lucky. He guessed it depended on her preferences.

Alfred's hand was still moving on Arthur's cock, and the Briton knew he was in trouble. He begged Alfred mentally not to move, but the git (who had been staring off into space for about a minute or so) snapped back to attention as if he'd heard him, thrusting into him.

"America—!" But it was no use protesting. Arthur was already coming onto Alfred's abdomen, his hips lurching forward instinctively, driving Alfred's cock further into him, nestling up against his sweet spot. "Oh." The orgasm left him shuddering and tired, and he longed to go curl up somewhere and sleep. But that would only give Alfred another excuse to tease him. So he took a moment to catch his breath before sitting back up again and smirking.

Alfred was wincing, trying his best not to shoot into Arthur's pulsing ass. Arthur squeezed him deliberately and Alfred glared. "What's wrong? Still eager to start but quick to finish after so many years? Or are you just an impatient brat?"

Alfred frowned and Arthur stiffened when the cum-covered hand returned to his hip, gripping tightly. Alfred sat up and pulled Arthur to sit on his lap. "You're damn right I'm impatient. Get to work."

Arthur was about to refuse when he remembered that Elizaveta would withhold food and he definitely didn't want any of that happening. So he only huffed and (since he had no other place to put them) wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck, settling more comfortably onto his lap. His cock was pressed up between their bodies, wet and spent, but Alfred's own resting inside him was slowly nursing it back to life.

Arthur was doing reasonably well controlling his arousal and riding. Arthur was lost in his own world of arousal until he felt hair brush his chest and something warm and wet press at one of his nipples. Arthur peered down to see Alfred's head nuzzled up against his chest, his mouth around the nub, suckling. Arthur's legs took to trembling again and he bit his lip to keep embarrassing sounds from spilling out. But Alfred was persistent; he went from one nipple to the other, licking, sucking, teasing—working his oral fixation. When the nubs were sufficiently pert, Alfred decided Arthur was just a little too lippy for his liking and went about his revenge. He grasped the nipple with his teeth and bit down softly.

"A-ah." In his shock of arousal, Arthur had forgotten to control his voice. He quickly found he could no longer do it as Alfred increased the pressure of his bite until the Briton found himself practically bouncing on Alfred's lap and moaning in reckless abandon. He forced himself to slow down and was unnerved when it felt very hard to do. Alfred tended to both his nipples in this way until Arthur's lungs couldn't function properly and he was reduced to little pants and whines. This was leaning way too far to Alfred's favor than he wanted, but Arthur just now realized how depraved he was.

And, fuck, was that embarrassing.

Fingers dug into his ass and Arthur knew the gesture as an urge to pick up his pace. But Arthur feared that if he did anymore than just rock against Alfred, he would give the little lackwit a clear advantage… that and coming again before Alfred was completely out of the question.

Arthur didn't really know what to do. Control had gone out of his hands and he had no Plan B. He looked down at Alfred's head and saw, with much amusement, Nantucket bobbing. It had always irked him, and that damnable curl would never go down no matter how much Arthur had tried to rid Alfred of it during his colonia—just the very thought of little Alfred made Arthur soft, so he quickly broke the thought off. Aside from that, the hair had been his bane, the one thing that took away from Alfred's looking professional—looking, not acting… and well, not looking much anymore since Arthur had stopped dressing him (he'd wanted very much to throttle Alfred with those stupid fucking bolo ties of his on numerous occasions)—and Arthur had the sudden urge to pat it down. At least it would be a distraction from Alfred's ministrations.

He lifted his hand and pressed the curl down, huffing in frustration when it just sprung right back up again. It wasn't until the piece of hair stopped moving that he noticed that the rest of Alfred had as well. Arthur stared down at him, eyebrows knitted together curiously, and then he felt the hot, heavy breaths against his chest, the nails digging into his ass, Alfred quivering below him… and he knew.

Oho, I've got you now, yank.

Arthur reached up to touch the ahoge again, but his wrist was grabbed and held tightly. Arthur stared at him in question and Alfred turned up his head to meet his eyes before lunging up and claiming Arthur's mouth.

"Mmf!" Arthur lifted his hands, intending to push Alfred away (he was being fairly aggressive with his mouth), but he forgot about it when Alfred's tongue forced its way into his mouth. Arthur allowed him in (yeah right, he probably would have broken his teeth if he hadn't), but he immediately noted the excessive roughness and the lack of finesse. Arthur, who had been kissing for way longer than Alfred, attempted to slow things down a bit, but Alfred—who all but lacked control and courtesy of his strength, even with his tongue—thrust into his mouth with obvious abandon (or inexperience, it was hard to tell with Alfred probing for his tonsils). Before he knew it, the hands on his ass went to his back and Alfred was leaning forward, pushing him back…

Until Alfred was hovering over him. Arthur wasn't quite sure if that was something he should be worried about or not. He didn't have time to think on it, though, as Alfred lifted Arthur's legs and pulled them apart a little too much.

Arthur felt pain shoot up his thigh and glared. "Hey, watch it! I'm not a bloody pretzel!"

When Alfred didn't say anything, Arthur brooded. You're ignoring me, you git. You're lucky I'm no longer an empire…

Arthur huffed. Ah, how fucking depressing…

Alfred held Arthur up by the hips so that the Brit was pressed into the curve of his pelvis. Since it was clear Arthur wasn't going to be doing any moving for him, Alfred began to pull and push him on his cock himself. Arthur, meanwhile, was being dragged to and fro on the carpeted floor and could slowly feel a rash forming on his back. "Let go of me and do some of the bloody work yourself, you lazy sod!"

Alfred abruptly dropped Arthur so that his ass hit the floor painfully. The Briton opened his mouth to tell him off, but Alfred chose that time to ram himself into Arthur particularly hard. Arthur helplessly arched off the floor, his insides burning with something that was not quite pain. When Arthur came back down and saw that Alfred was pulling out, he quickly said, "America, no, you can't just—AH!" It wasn't the fact that Arthur wasn't used to it; it was Alfred's blundering strength that he feared would rend him in two.

Alfred plowed through Arthur's ass for a good few minutes, and the American knew he was close. He knew it would be bad if he came first, but he really couldn't hold out any longer. Between Arthur's tight ass, his flushed face, and his near breathless moans, (not to mention his little stint with Nantucket) he couldn't stop himself from thoroughly reaming Arthur out. And the man deserved it, really. He was sort of a dick.

Arthur was still being pushed across the floor even though Alfred was holding him firmly by the hips. He dug his fingers into the carpet fibers and tried not to think about how he must look at the moment. Surely this was the perfect image for one of Kiku's perverted yaoi manga scenes, minus the crying. Arthur never cried. He just bled from his eyes. And the blood from his eyes just happened to be clear, is all.

Arthur wanted to say that he didn't like it—didn't like the roughness, didn't like how Alfred was ignoring his protests, how he was just going on using Arthur like he would anyone without any consideration to how Arthur felt—but then he would be lying. As it was, his prostate was getting quite a workout, and his balls were already pinching with impending orgasm. He knew he must be bleeding (it was only logical by now), but that hardly mattered at the moment. And just when Arthur thought Alfred (yes, the rash, clumsy fool, Alfred) was going to fuck the cum out of him, Alfred leaned down, pressing against him, wrapping his arms around him so tightly that Arthur could barely breathe.

"Artie…" he huffed into Arthur's neck, and Arthur couldn't believe it when he felt liquid heat fill him. He wanted to glare at Alfred, but the man kept holding tight to him so he couldn't get away (and very nearly suffocated him in the process). Arthur could tell by the force of the shots and the throbbing of his cock that Alfred's orgasm was bordering on intense (and he was somewhat proud of that, he had to admit) and when Alfred was finished, his arms went slack around Arthur and he raised himself up again. Alfred immediately stiffened. That look. Arthur was livid.

"You fucking selfish prat! You came before I did! Now what the hell am I supposed to—oh."

Alfred was tired, yes, but he moved fast, just because he'd rather have his lips around a dick than hear Arthur nag his ears off. He welcomed the taste of Arthur into his mouth, going down on him quickly, letting the achingly hard cock rest in his throat before pulling back and teasing it further.

Arthur, while disappointed at not have something in his ass to help him out, was no less pleased with the blowjob. He suddenly regretted ever getting onto Alfred about his food intake—no gag reflex was supremely handy in this situation. Arthur was on the verge, barely keeping himself still, moaning and clutching at the carpet, but when Alfred peered up at him through his lashes with his swollen lips wrapped around his hard cock, he was finished. He forgot himself for a moment and pushed Alfred's head down further. Alfred didn't even gag as copious amounts of cum sprayed down his throat.

Arthur thought he'd won. Alfred had come before him and the boy had even sucked him off to orgasm. But Alfred was determined to have some note of victory. So, before Arthur could recover, Alfred crawled up his body and gave him an open-mouthed kiss. It wasn't until Arthur reciprocated that Alfred revealed the cum he had hidden beneath his tongue.

"Mnn!" Arthur pulled away but not before he got a good taste of his own cum. He glared and wiped his mouth. "Sneaky prat. You got what you wanted, now get off!"

Alfred grunted as he was pushed onto his ass by Arthur, who looked a little more than flustered. Had he really been forced to taste his own cum in front of an audience? All the dominance he'd built up with Francis earlier just went right out the window… or lack thereof, as it were. I have a feeling I've been here before, specifically around 200 years ago…

And it didn't help at all when Alfred drew back and laughed like he'd read his mind, "Haha, don't get all pissy just because I screwed you like I did in my revolution."

Arthur was two seconds away from leaping up and throttling the insolent little brat if it wasn't for him suddenly spotting Kiku sitting up and awake a few feet away. Everyone followed his gaze and stared, but Kiku was oblivious to the surprised looks. He was too busy staring at Arthur. "U-um…" he said with obvious embarrassment, but his eyes were locked on the Briton. Arthur was sitting with his legs splayed open, as he hadn't gotten the chance to close them following Alfred leaving him. Kiku swallowed and his eyes found Arthur's used, leaking hole. Kiku blushed further as blood gushed from his nose and he quickly made to stem it. It was only then that Arthur realized how lewd his position was, and he snapped his legs closed, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed. Oh, they had, that much was obvious by the prominent stiffness of their cocks, but Kiku's display was so impressive Arthur barely noticed the rest of their reactions.

"Oh." Kiku was struggling to control the amount, but what he had just watched was far too arousing for it to stop any time soon. "Sorry," he apologized before turning his back (quite regretfully) on Arthur and the rest to get a hold of himself.

Gilbert's brow furrowed. "When the hell did he—?"

But he was cut off as the mic popped on, making them all stiffen.

"Whoop! Sorry if I startled you guys, but it's getting kind of hard to press buttons and tend to a bloody nose at the same time, if you know what I mean. Right, Japan? Anyway, I'm afraid my pc's going to explode with all the messages I've been getting. America certainly held out longer than I thought he would—"—"Hey!"—"and who knew England could be so slutty?"

Francis's hand snaked its way slowly into the air, but didn't get far before a blushing Arthur shouted, "Put your fucking hand down, cheesebreath!"

"Now, now, boys, play nice. You've been doing well so far and I'd hate to punish you. As I was saying, my traffic stats just went up big time and—hold on a second." Furious typing could be heard as well as constant pings. "Sorry about that, but it seems a fierce argument has started between UKUS and USUK fans. It's pretty cutthroat. Haha! Oh, here's a couple of good ones: 'You can't spell uke without UK' and 'Who do you think trained America to suck cock?' Haha, ah, I love my job…"

The mood in the room changed to grim. These fangirls…

They were scarier than Belarus with a briefcase full of knives.

Elizaveta cleared her throat professionally and said, "Right. Onto the next… 'act', I suppose. I usually pull requests randomly, but this one caught my attention immediately. I just like how it rolls off the tongue: 'Triple Wurst Sandwich.'"

Ludwig's brows knitted. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Ah, damn, wurst. Now my belly is unawesomely rumbling…"

Elizaveta's voice took on a sly edge that made everyone tense. "Oh, you'd figure it out on your own eventually, but just to save time I will explain it to you: it has been requested that Germany, Prussia, and Austria—"—Roderich gave a snort of derision at this—"pile fuck each other."

"What?" all three countries exclaimed at once, bordering between disbelief (Ludwig), offence (Roderich), and delight (Gilbert).

"Yup," Elizaveta clucked as she read over the request once more to confirm it. "It is your choice who gets top or bottom or… middle, as the fangirl who requested this did not include that information. And, of course, with me being the ringleader in all of this I naturally can impose some of my ideas." The room was deathly silent as they braced for her coming words. "Hmm… aha, got it. Roddy, poor dear, since you have been so unfortunate in the bedroom over the past year or so, I aim to give you as much to make up for your inactivity as I possibly can. That being said, Germany, Prussia… kindly make sure you dp him for me. Ta!" And the mic cut off.

Translations

Zut alors!—Goodness!

A Word From the Writer: Yup, so next is a Prussia/Germany/Austria threesome. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was hot to write. Idk when I'll post next, but it should be within in the next couple of weeks at most. :)