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Russia was standing tall and strong, with a small smirk playing on his lips. He is tall and intimidating. "America," He addresses his enemy in a calm, slightly mocking tone. "You look rather rough," The man teased. Despite the friendly words, there is a cruel edge to his tone.
America, on the other hand, looked beat up. The nation tried his best to brush off Russia's words and stand at his full height, but it was difficult with his face beaten up. "Shut the hell up, Russia." He responds in a slightly annoyed tone.
Ivan chuckled at the response, amused by how annoyed America was. "What's wrong, America? You look like you've been taking a few hits." He continued to tease, enjoying how beaten up his enemy appeared. "Shut up... " America muttered under his breath. The American nation looked almost ashamed by his appearance. He didn't want to give Russia the satisfaction of seeing him as wounded. He hated the feeling of being vulnerable.
Russia smirked in response. He could tell America was embarrassed. "You look pathetic, Alfred. Can't take a few hits? You're supposed to be a strong nation. " – "I said shut up." The American muttered between gritted teeth. He hated that Russia was right; and the fact that he couldn't do anything with his pride and ego on the line. The American couldn't deny that he was beaten up pretty badly. "Why should I? I love the way you look all beaten up." Russia continued to poke fun, enjoying the sight. "And I hardly had to lift a finger." He says with a taunting smirk.
The other looked annoyed, opening his mouth to respond once more. However, Russia spoke before he could do said thing. The Russian smirked, grabbing the pipe that was in his hand, and swinging it at the nation's face. The American tried to move, to dodge the pipe, but it wasn't quick enough. The weapon hit him square in the face, causing him to stumble backwards, a trickle of blood running from his nose.
He chuckled at the display. He loved that he had caused America pain. He loved that America looked even more pathetic than he did a few minutes ago. "That should shut you up for a while, America." Russia spoke in a mocking tone, his smirk still on his lips.
The American, on the other hand, looked pissed. He was used to being powerful. He was used to always winning. So to be beaten and made a fool of ... It was a hard blow to his pride and ego. However, he still managed to say something. "You-" America managed. His voice was slightly wobbly – Russia rolled his eyes. "Me what? You can barely talk properly, much less form a solid sentence."
The other was quiet for a bit. His face was red, a mixture of anger and embarrassment. He hated the fact that he couldn't say anything. He couldn't respond, he couldn't form his usual witty remarks – Russia chuckled at how annoyed America appeared. "Oh, are you at a loss for words, America? I like you much better when you're quiet. You speak less nonsense that way."
America was quiet for a few moments. Russia almost assumed he wasn't going to respond, when the American spoke. "Why don't you shut up, you-" He began in an annoyed manner. He smirked at the other's snappy tone. "Hm? What did you say, America? I believe you were about to threaten me." Despite the calm tone, there was a hint of danger to his voice. He wasn't going to let the American get away with speaking to him like that.
"I was threatening you, you .. you.." America huffed, trying to find something to say, but he couldn't find the right word. Ivan chuckled. "I know I'm intimidating. I also know the effect I have on you." The Russian smirked, taking a step closer to Alfred.
"I…" America fell silent for a moment. He swallowed his pride before speaking in a challenging manner. "The hell you do, you bastard.." As America spoke, Russa quickly closed the space in between them, trapping the American between himself and the wall. Russia tilted his head to the side, a smirk still on his face. "Oh, you were saying?" He teased.
America's brain almost short-circuited with the sudden action. The Russian's body was pressed against his, and America was essentially being pinned against the wall. The American looked almost flustered by the fact Russia suddenly trapped him like this. "S..Stop it." He said in a shaky voice.
Ivan chuckled, enjoying the fact he had America flustered. The Russian smirked down at the man, his eyes flickering with a mixture of mischief and cruel interest. "Stop what, exactly?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. He chuckled when he saw how flustered the American looked. He tilted his head to the side as he spoke in a teasing tone. "Why are you getting so flustered, America?"
America didn't respond, and instead, tried to push Russia away. However, the Russian didn't budge. If anything, it angered him more. Russia's expression suddenly became annoyed, and he grabbed America's throat, pinning him more firmly against the wall. "Don't you dare try to push me away like that."
The American gasped as Russia grabbed him by the throat and pinned him more firmly against the wall. He tried to struggle against the Russians grip, but to no avail.
"L.. Let go of me, you ... Ah-" America tried to speak, but found it difficult.
Russia chuckled down at the other's attempts to speak. "You're in a particularly weak and vulnerable position right now, aren't you, Alfred?"
He was struggling to speak due to the fact Russia was still constricting his throat. However, he tried to speak anyway. "I….I-.." He was interrupted by yet another gasp.
The Russian smirked at America's attempts. He chuckled lowly, still pinning him against the wall. "You seem awfully pathetic right now, America." He said, using the name in a taunting manner.
Alfred was still struggling to speak as Russia had his hand wrapped around his throat, but he tried to get a few words out. "Shut up, you - Ah .. " The American managed, his voice strained. The other chuckled, enjoying the other's struggle. "No, I don't think I will." The Russian leaned in close, his smirk widening. "In fact .. " he pressed the American back against the wall, still holding him tight. "I think I might just shut you up myself."
The Russian tilted the American's head up slightly, exposing his throat. Russia's smirk widened as he did so, his violet eyes flicking between the Americans eyes and throat.
America's heart was racing, his mind a chaotic mess due to the close proximity of the Russian man. The American didn't understand what was happening right now, but he was too nervous to speak.
Russia held the American's head in place, leaning closer with a smirk. "How does it feel, America? To be completely at my mercy?" The statement was taunting and mocking. The Russian seemed to take pride in the fact he was dominating America.
The blond didn't have the chance to respond, since Russia was already closing the small gap between them, their faces only inches away. America's brain had stopped functioning completely at this point. His heart was beating out of his chest, and his face was slightly red.
Russia leaned closer, the small space in between the two being removed. Russia smirked just inches away from the other nation's face. "I can almost hear your heartbeat, America." He said, his voice a low growl. He tilted the American's head up, the smirk still on his face. "You look so flustered. I didn't know it was that easy to get you flustered, America."
Alfred was a stuttering mess as he was pressed against the wall by Russia. The American tried to say something, anything, but he found himself unable to get any words out. His mind was racing with thoughts, conflicted emotions, and the sheer panic he was feeling from being pinned in such a suggestive position. A few thoughts of hate, and a few thoughts of sligh of something else.
Russia's smirk widened as he watched the American struggle to speak. He found joy in making his enemy all flustered and unable to speak. However, a new idea entered the Russian's mind. A smirk formed on his lips as an idea formed. He suddenly leaned in even more, pressing his body firmly against the American's.
America gasped at the sudden close proximity, his breath catching in his throat. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a series of stutters. His heart was racing, his mind a mess of conflicting emotions. Fear, nervousness, shock, and maybe even a bit of something else. Russia's smirk grew wider as he saw America's flushed face, feeling the other's body against him.
Russia smirked down at the blushing American, his eyes flickering with a hint of cruelty. "Ah, you look so flustered, America. I never thought I would see you in such a state." – Russia suddenly leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a growl as he spoke. "However, I think I know a better way to shut you up."
The other’s breath hitched as the white haired man leaned in closer to him. His heart was racing, his head spinning from the words that the Russian had spoke. However, the Russian didn't give him a break. Russia's breath tickled the American's neck as he spoke in that low tone. "And, as luck would have it, this wall works perfectly for what I'm going to do to you."
America felt a thrill of fear and adrenaline run through him at the words. He tried to speak, to say something, but no words escaped his lips. Russia chuckled lowly against the American's neck, his smirk widening. "Let's see how much more beautiful you look when you're all flustered and vulnerable. I wonder what will happen if I pin both your wrists together .."
America's breath caught in his throat as he heard Russia speak. His heart was drumming in his ears as he realized the state he was in; pressed against the wall, pinned, completely at the mercy of his enemy. Russia, noticing the sudden rush of emotions, chuckled lowly against his neck. "You look so cute like this, America. All flustered and vulnerable."
His face turned a darker shade of red, his eyes widening slightly as Russia called him cute. He attempted to speak, to say something, anything; but the only thing that left his lips was a small, strangled noise. The Russian's smirk widened as he leaned down, his head almost resting on America's shoulder. "You look so weak like this. I love that."
America was still trying to get words out, but he struggled with every attempt. His brain had completely malfunctioned due to the situation. Ivan chuckled as he saw the other's flustered state, noticing how vulnerable the once-powerful nation was. "You look so embarrassed, you can't even speak. What happened to the usually sarcastic and witty America? I much prefer you being weak and vulnerable like this."
The blond's face was blushing furiously, his eyes wide as he struggled to maintain his composure. Russia chuckled at the American's predicament, noticing the sheer desperation in his eyes. "You're so weak like this. I could do whatever I want to you right now, and you couldn't do anything about it." The Russian's grip on America's wrists tightened, pinning them roughly against the wall.
Russia smirked at the feisty behaviour from America, seeing the struggle and frustration in his eyes. "You're feisty, even when I have you pinned against the wall and completely under my control." He suddenly leaned in, capturing the other's lips in a rough and slightly violent kiss – America's body tensed as their lips met, his instincts telling him to fight back. However, his current state kept him from doing so. The American tried to bite down on Russia's lips, but his efforts were fruitless. Russia, on the other hand, was enjoying the resistance. His grip on the American's wrists tightened, pushing him more firmly against the wall. "Fight back more, America. I like it when you're resistant."
America let out a small grunt as his body was pushed more firmly against the wall, his wrists starting to throb in pain. He tried to fight back, struggling against the Russian's grip, but the other man was much stronger. Russia's smirk widened as he felt the other resisting against him, watching the American try to break free and retaliate. "Your efforts are useless, America. I have you pinned at my mercy, and I'm going to enjoy that." – America attempted to break free from Russia's grip, a look of defiance in his eyes. However, Russia was much stronger, and didn't even budge.
The taller man chuckled as he felt the other nation struggle. "There's no use trying to fight me, America. You might as well just accept your position." – Just as he said that, America did something unexpected. The American suddenly sunk his teeth into Russia's arm, biting down firmly.
Ivan didn't expect that. In fact, he let out a hiss of pain as he felt the American's teeth sink into his skin, leaving behind a small bite mark on his arm. America let out a small noise of satisfaction, his eyes flickering with determination. Russia, however, was unamused by the American's actions. The Russian's eyes narrowed slightly, a mixture of annoyance and anger in his expression. "You're more feisty than I thought, America."
Once Russia made sure his grip was firm, one hand pinning the American's wrists over his head and the other gripping his waist, the Russian leaned in closely, his expression still holding a hint of annoyance. "You're very naughty, America, biting me like that." He spoke, his voice low. "I'll have to punish you for that. However, I think I'll enjoy myself before that."
America's heart was beating wildly in his chest as Russia leaned in close, his body still trapped in the other's grip. He felt a mixture of fear, anticipation and excitement, knowing that he had just pissed off a powerful nation. Russia smirked as he held America against the wall, his eyes flickering with a hint of cruelty. "You've been biting and struggling against me for quite a while now, haven't you? I think you need to be punished for that. And I have the perfect kind of punishment in mind."
The other’s smirk grew wider as an idea formed in his mind. He could punish the American in a way that would humiliate him completely. Russia leaned in close, his grip still firm, and whispered lowly into the American's ear. "I have a different kind of punishment in mind for you, America. You're going to regret biting me." The Russian's hand slowly lowered from the American's waist, now resting on his thigh.
America felt an intense mixture of fear and excitement as he heard Russia's words, his breathing becoming ragged in anticipation. His mind began to race, trying to figure out what the Russian was planning, but his thoughts were interrupted as he suddenly felt the other nation's hand on his thigh. A shudder ran through his body as he felt the Russian's touch, his heart beating wildly in his chest as he realized what was about to happen.
Russia's smirk remained on his face as he noticed America's reaction to his touch. He chuckled lowly as he slowly moved his hand higher up the American's thigh, his eyes watching the other's expressions carefully. "You're very responsive, Alfred. It's adorable." He said, leaning in slightly closer. "I wonder what other reactions you'll give me." – Russia's smirk grew wider as he began to undo America's pants, his movements deliberate and slow. He was enjoying the American's reaction too much to rush. He leaned close to the American's ear, and the Russian's voice was a deep growl as he whispered. "I'm going to enjoy this very much, America."
America's breathing was becoming ragged as he felt Russia's hands on his pants. His heart beat wildly in his chest as he felt the Russian unbuttoning them, slowly and deliberately.
He was suddenly very aware of how vulnerable he was, pinned against the wall, completely at the Russian's mercy. The American tried to speak, to say something, but no words came out.
Russia's smirk widened as he saw America's reaction to his movements, enjoying the American's vulnerability. However, when the other nation began to whine, the Russian suddenly delivered a punch to the American's gut. "Keep quiet, America. I don't want to hear you whining." Russia said in a growl as he continued to touch and tease the other.
Alfred's body was a mess of sensations as Russia teased him, his mind overwhelmed by the mixture of fear, uncertainty, and pleasure. However, before America was able to react to anything, he felt a sudden sharp pain as Russia punched him in the gut for making a noise. The American let out a gasp, his breath catching in his throat as he was suddenly brought back to reality.
Russia's smirk widened as he saw the mixture of pleasure and fear in America's expression, enjoying the control he had over the other nation. When the American suddenly gasped from the punch, the Russian's smirk grew wider.
"You really can't keep quiet, can you? I've told you to be quiet, but you still keep making noise." Russia said lowly, his tone holding a mix of annoyance and cruelty.
Their bodies grinded together as their mouths connected, the American's body pressed tightly against the wall. Russia's body was warm, pressed firmly against the other's, the Russian's hand roaming over the American's body. The Russian groaned as he felt the American's body moving against his, their hips grinding together as their clothes were quickly discarded.
America's mind was a mess of sensations, the mixture of fear and pleasure overwhelming him. His body was pressed tightly against the wall, trapped in Russia's grip, and he could feel the Russian's hands wandering over his skin. Just as the American was starting to lose himself in the moment, Russia suddenly pulled away, his hands moving down to the American's hips.
Russia suddenly spun him around so that America now faced the wall, the American's face pressed against the cold surface. Russia pressed his body firmly against the American's back, his lips trailing down the side of America's neck – The American's back arched as he felt Russia press against him, the Russian's mouth on his neck sending shivers down his spine. He felt the Russian's hands snake around his waist, holding him firmly in place.
Russia's lips remained on the American's neck as he continued to hold him firmly, his strong hands gripping the American's hips. The Russian suddenly pushed the American more firmly against the wall, pressing his body against the other's back. He then reached down, positioning himself against the American.
The American let out a gasp as he felt Russia pressing against him, his heart beating wildly in his chest as a mixture of fear and anticipation coursed through his body. He could feel the Russian's strong body pinning him against the wall, the other nation's breath hot against his skin.
The Russian's hands suddenly moved from the American's hips to his neck, his fingers digging into the flesh. The American gasped as he felt Russia's hands on his neck, the sudden pressure around his throat taking him by surprise. He let out a choked whine at the violent thrust from the Russian, his body involuntarily arching backwards.
The pressure around America's neck grew more intense as Russia's grip tightened, the Russian's hand moving around his neck in a firm but not quite tight hold. The Russian let out a small growl, his body pressing even more firmly against the American. Russia's breath was hot against the back of the American's neck as he held the other in his grip, the Russian's chest rising and falling quickly. The Russian started to move faster, his hips slamming against the other’s bare ass – The American’s body arched back at the quick movements, his mouth falling open in a silent cry. His heartbeat was loud in his ears, drowning out the other sounds. The American’s body felt on fire, every nerve ending alive.
Ivan's grip on the American's neck was tight enough to prevent the other from making any noises, the Russian's thrusts quick and hard. His breath was heavy and ragged against the American’s neck, his body pressed close against the American's.
The American's body trembled as Russia continued his rapid movements, each one driving the American closer to the edge. America could feel the Russian's body pressed against his, the other nation's chest rising and falling with each quick breath – The Russian's fingers tightened around the American's neck, preventing any sound from escaping, and he continued to slam his body against the other's. The American's body was responding to every movement, his muscles tensing and his body arching back as the Russian continued to take control.
Russia's breaths were coming out in ragged gasps, his body trembling slightly with exertion as he continued to drive himself against the American. The Russian's grip on the American's neck was still tight, preventing any sound from coming out. It didn't take long before the Russian reached his own peak, his body shuddering slightly as he continued to maintain his firm grip.
The American's body trembled as the Russian's movements sent him over the edge, the American's voice caught in his throat as a wave of ecstasy swept over him. He felt boneless and spent, his breathing coming out in shallow gasps as the Russian slowly released his grip on his neck – Russia finally let go of the American's neck, his own breathing ragged as he slowly came back down from the peak. He slumped forward, his body resting against the American's as he tried to regain his composure.
Ivan lifted his head slightly from the American's shoulder, his gaze locking with the other's. A smirk slowly spread across the Russian's face as he realized what the other was asking for. "You want me to touch you again, hm? You're very needy." He said, his tone teasing.
Despite his words, the Russian's hand slowly slid down the American's body, moving lower until it found its target. He began to tease the American lightly, his movements slow and purposeful, his palm pressed against the other's sensitive flesh. The American's body arched slightly at the feeling of the Russian's hand, a soft noise escaping his lips. His chest was rising and falling quickly, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as the Russian continued his slow and purposeful teasing.
The Russian's smirk widened as he felt the American's body respond to his touch, his fingers moving against the other with a slightly firmer touch. "You're so sensitive, you know that?" He said, his voice low and rough.
The American's breathing was growing heavier, his body trembling slightly under the Russian's touch. The Russian's fingers continued to tease and touch, pressing and gliding against the other's skin. The American couldn't help but whine slightly, his body craving more contact from the other. The Russian's hand teased and touched the American's sensitive flesh in slow and deliberate motions, taking his time to bring the other close to the edge. He could feel the American's body trembling beneath his touch, the other's breathing jagged and heavy with desire. "You're so close, aren't you? I can feel it." The Russian murmured against the American's ear as his hand continued its slow and precise movements.
The American could only manage a weak nod in response, his body trembling and his breath coming out in short gasps. He was desperately trying to hold back, but the Russian's touch was making it impossible to control himself any longer. His body was wound up tight, a coiled spring ready to snap. The Russian's hand continued its slow and torturous movements, his touch becoming increasingly firm and insistent. He could feel the American's body straining, the other nation desperate for release. "Come on, let it go." The Russian murmured against his ear, his breath hot on the American's skin. "I know you want to."
The American's body was shuddering and trembling uncontrollably now, his breathing coming out in harsh gasps. He was so close, teetering on the edge, his body tensed and aching for release. The Russian's words were driving him crazy, each one like a spark to the fire within him.
The Russian's hand continued its relentless dance over the American's sensitive flesh, his touch now bordering on ruthless. He knew the American was close, so damn close, he could feel it in the way the other's body was responding to his touch – Russia's hand didn't stop until the American had finished, his body finally shattering into ecstasy. His hand was now covered with the American's release as the other nation slumped against him, his body completely spent.
Ivan chuckled softly as he looked down at his hand, the white substance staining his fingers and palm. "You made such a mess, hm?" He teased, his voice low. Alfred could only manage a weak nod in response, his body still trembling with exertion. He was panting and exhausted, his body feeling boneless against the Russian's chest. The American's face was flushed, an expression of pure ecstasy written across his features.
The Russian's arm encircled the American's waist, holding the other close against him as they both slowly came down from the high. The Russian's voice was soft, almost gentle as he spoke. "You did so well for me, America." He said, his hand rubbing small circles on the American's back.
The Russian carefully disengaged himself from the American, helping him to stand on shaky legs. Once the American was somewhat steady, the Russian retrieved his jacket, which was now splattered with the American's release. The Russian cleaned his hand off on the jacket before wrapping it around the American's shuddering figure.
With the American now secured in his arms, the Russian picked the other up with ease, holding him close against his chest. The American's head rested against the Russian's neck, his face nuzzling into the warm skin.
The American's nosebleed had started back up, the blood running freely down his face and staining the Russian's scarf and neck. The Russian held the American close, unbothered by the blood, his grip steady and firm. The American's head was still buried against the Russian's neck, his face nuzzling the other's skin.
The Russian's steps were steady as he carried the American through the halls of his home, the American's warm body pressed against his chest. The Russian's neck and scarf were stained with the American's blood, but he didn't seem to mind, his focus solely on getting the other to his bedroom.
Once they reached the bedroom, the Russian gently laid the American down on the bed, his eyes roaming over the other's shivering form. The American's face was flushed, his body exhausted, his nosebleed still leaking down his face and onto the sheets.