Prompt : Rus/US/UK - Fluffy Threesome. Doesn't matter what they do, I just want to see the three in a sweet, loving, established relationship, preferably with US in the middle (uke!) please :D Thank you!
Note: I strayed from the prompt by adding smut + making them take turns + adding some of my own kinks in *embarrassed laughs* Hope you guys can still enjoy these drabbles, and thank you for the reviews & favs!
1.
Russia wonders if England will like the little box of tea that he bought for him just the other day, or if America finds the new scarf warm enough.
He imagines how nice it would be for the three of them to snuggle up in front of the fireplace in the middle of Russian winter. The smell of tea from England's cup filling the room, and America's laughter near his ears.
Russia drives on and smiles.
2.
3 more hours. Three more hours.
Make that two hours and fifty nine minutes until he lands in Russia.
Ivan. Oh, his dear Vanya. The one with the beautiful snow and whipping winds. He can't wait to jump and hug and put his chilly hands into Russia's thick coat pockets.
He totally can't hide his excitement. England sits beside him on the plane, shooting him dirty looks over his copy of Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone.
Two hours and fifty freakin' three minutes to landing.
America bounces on his knees and smiles.
3.
They pass the immigration checkpoint without a single glitch.
They collect their luggage without a single problem.
They go through customs smoothly.
Thank goodness for no complication. No headache, so far so good.
And then they see the tall, pale man waving at them with that smile on his face.
His two lovers run, jump, hug, kiss, squeal, laugh, and twirl like two idiots.
England can't help, but to smile.
4.
The room needs no heater, really.
England shifts and America gasps, bringing his hands to latch onto Russia's hair.
It's minus he doesn't know anymore degree Celsius outside, and he can feel his, their, sweat sliding over bare skin, limbs, delicious bodies.
The different accented garbles of "I love you"s and "America"s and "Alfred"s are loud in his ears. America swears loudly that his accent kink will be the death of him someday, if not today. Maybe now.
Russia laughs breathlessly.
England smirks.
5.
The next day, England smirks no more.
America ties him securely to the bed as Russia takes his mouth roughly.
He cries his tears of gratitude when his two big, powerful lovers use him just like he wants them to.
This time, America laughs with every swift downward slap of his palm to his reddening ass.
Russia smirks.
6.
Amidst the bubbles and steam.
They pamper him, with warm touches and soft kisses.
It is such a fortunate decision to change his small, old bath tub into this new one. One that can fit three grown up men without problem.
With the slickness of the soap and more, they move together. Slow, unhurried, beautiful.
So beautiful, that Russia can feel the prick of tears in his eyes.
And when the tears slide freely down his face, England is there to chuckle slightly and tells him what a big silly man he is, arms around his shoulders protectively. America's strong arms surround the two of them, and the calming smiles of his lovers complete Russia's heart.