A/N: HEY SO ITS BEEN A WHILE, HUH?
I'm just gonna be honest I'm not as crazy as CH anymore but I still like, read, and look at fan-stuff I just don't interact. I start a lot of one shots I just never know how to finish them.
Regardless, here's a fun little thing I did out of nowhere in like three hours in the middle of the night.
WARNINGS:
•america is a fucking moron like how is he alive
•near-death experience caused by stupidity
•sex, obviously
•author has a size kink and it shows
•dad-bod Russia >>>>>
•POWER BOTTOM AND SERVICE TOP SUPREMACY
•im not even joking don't do any of the shit America did here except maybe the fucking nothing wrong with that
•kinda fluffy at the end I just can't help myself
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You ever been on a hike before? Yes? No? Whatever. Have you ever been on a camping trip? Doesn't matter, this shit sucks right now.
America was supposed to have gone on a trip up in the mountains for a day or two with his brother, Canada, but the asshole decided to bail last minute and America had already planned everything out so he figured he'd go by himself. And of course, the weatherman lied and it rained and America ended up getting lost and a mudslide happened and blocked the road on his way back and now he's stuck in his Land Rover in Pangaea-knows-where with no service.
"What a fucking day," America growled. He punched the car door in frustration, creating a crack in it. When he stopped and saw how big the crack was, all his anger fizzled into pure frustration that overwhelmed him and poured out in big, fat tears.
"Fuck this," America aggressively unbuckled himself and threw the door open, "Fuck this so fucking...aaagh!!"
Figuring it couldn't get worse, he stormed away from the car and tried to see if he could find another way to the town. If so, he'd happily spend more money for a night in one of their inns.
Not a bright idea, on his part.
Instead of finding another road, he found more trees. He was starting to get tired and now that he'd had time to cool off, the rain and cold was starting to get to him.
It wasn't long until America started to stumble in his steps. Eventually, he collapsed, and fell to the ground.
He lay there for a couple minutes, until a pair of heavy footsteps thudded near, until they came to a stop in front of him. America wearily peeked at the person, and saw the silhouette of a hulking figure.
Guess this is it. I die from sheer stupidity and a giant murderer in the woods.
He succumbed to his exhaustion and closed his eyes again.
When he opened them again, it was warm. He wasn't completely soaked and aside from some ache, his limbs no longer felt heavy and painful.
With a grown, he went to sit up, and find out where he was.
"Huh?"
This was surely nowhere he knew. The first thing he noticed about his surroundings was the lit fireplace filling the room in warmth and light. The walls were wooden, and there were little carvings along the mantle. Other than those the discernable traits, the room looked kind of empty.
A sudden chill motivated him to pick up the cover again - wait, is this real fur??? - and wrap it over his bare shoulders. Oh. He's naked. Okay, that's concerning. Where are his clothes?
He held onto the fur and stood.
"Hello?" He called out.
Suddenly he had the idea that maybe he shouldn't be calling out for someone. He didn't have any idea who the person that brought him here was, and he didn't know at all what they're intentions were.
