America x Russia One Shot (lemon)

"Dude! Come on, you know you wanna!" Alfred had told the Allies that he wanted to have a campfire, because they hadn't been to one in such a long time! Apparently, they didn't have times after the wars.  

"Fine, America! I might go, alright?" Britain had told him as he kept persisting on the idea.  

"Come on! We could eat s'mores and tell ghost stories and stuff like that! It'll be fun!" Alfred assured him. 

"Bloody idiot.." Arthur grumbled. Out of the blue, Ivan Braginski came out. He was wearing his usual thick coat and cozy scarf.  

"Hello, I will go, America!" Russia replied to Alfred. "Hey hey! Thats awesome! Thanks Russia man! Do me a favor and get others to come, will ya?" He asked, then ran off in search for China. 

"Youre.. not going to tell anyone else, are you, Ivan?" Britain tilted his head questionably.  

Russia gave him his signature evil glare, making him flinch. "But.. Alfred went looking for China ready, wont he..?" Britain's sentence was cut short when Ivan walked to the closet door and opened it, Chinas shirtless body falling out, tied arms and legs, with a duct-taped mouth. 

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Arthur yelled, outraged as he ran the China and started to untie him until Russia's shadow loomed over them both, and took them both.

Couple hours later!

Alfred sat on a log in the area of Finland's forest where the allies were gonna meet for the campfire. He was trying to start a spark, but wasn't exactly able to. "Dammit! I managed to piss off Arthur, couldn't find Wang, and Matthew would be a stick in the mud anyways.. Hey, at least Ivan's coming! .. Right?" He hugged his knees, as it started to get colder. 

"Maybe I should get the sleeping bags out.." He decided and walked into the tent he had brought along with him. Alfred grabbed a couple of the bags and as he walked out, he saw the campfire burning strongly. 

"Woah! Dude, thats awesome! But.." Alfred looked around, searching for whoever had helped him. "Hey? Uh.. helloo..?" He called. No one. Damn.  

America sat on his sleeping bag next to the fire and as he was getting warmer, something grabbed ahold of him by the back. He was blindfolded and quickly tied to his back. "The hell??!" He said as the breath was knocked out of him. He was pinned to the floor, so as in strengths it was certainly a man.  

Alfred's heart pounded as the man unbuttoned his jacket and uniform top. "H-Hey! Come on, man! What're you-!!" He stopped as a tongue pressed against his nipple and he grunted. The tongue kept flicking, with years of experience. 

The man had gloves on, which he used to lift Americas chin and kiss his neck very passionately, saliva trailing behind. "No.. come on.. man.." Alfred resisted the urge to arch his neck, in failure. The man then kissed Alfred roughly, their tongues twisting.  

They both started panting when he slipped off his glove and then slipped that hand into his boxers, reaching for a penis he could pleasure. Alfred moaned as he opened his legs and let him do whatever he needed to do. "Nooo~.." He groaned, an erection forming. 

As his dick was being worked on, the man swooped in for another make out session to enjoy. Alfred was blushing wildly and couldn't help but admire this man's sexual talent. So to both their surprises, America kissed back. His free hand he began using when he sucked it for a second, and the pressed it onto Alfred's nipple and circled around. 

Alfred yelled into the man's mouth. "Duuude.. I'm gonna..!" Right after, cum started dripping off the tip of his cock, little spurts forming. The man chuckled and then forced America onto his knees. All of the sudden, then man stuck his own dick into Alfred mouth with no hesitation. And America didn't hesitate on deep-throating it. 

The man's moans were familiar sounding to America, but he wasn't interested into who the big dick belonged to. He honestly didn't care, so he kept licking the shaft wildly and snaking his tongue around the dick. He only stopped when the man felt like fully taking off his pants, and then placed a hand in Alfred's hair, urging him to be faster about it.  

So he followed his instincts and sucked on the ball sack at the base for a while, then plunged his cock down his throat. "Mnn!" The man moaned as he blew a load all over Alfred's blind-folded face. To his shock, most of the cum spurt into his mouth, so he had to swallow all he could. 

The man slipped Alfred pants off as he licked the last of his load off his lips. The man positioned him awkwardly and he noticed that they were both completely naked, and that they had started to close up on each other. He stuck two fingers into America's mouth, letting him suck onto them. Then Alfred yelped out in pain when the man began to penetrate his anus with the wet fingers.  

After a while, he had grown used to the feel of his fingers, and he started to drool every now and then. "Hey.. hey man.. faster..!" Alfred asked the guy and he opened his legs so that he could reach further in. "Y-Yeah!! Thats it..!" He yelled out to him, moving his hips as well. Then all of the sudden, the man slapped his ass and whispered into his ear. "What a tight ass!" He mused. The accent sent chills down his spine, but he didn't bother wanting to find out who it was. 

He took out his fingers and put something much bigger in his place. "Ahhh~!" Alfred's screams grew the deeper the man's cock went. "No, no, no..!" He was cut off when the man reached under and grabbed America's dick, starting to jerk it off harshly. "Don't do that! Don't do that!" He repeated. Then, the man's hips tilted either way when he thrusted inside. America felt the whole thing inside of him. "Im gonna cum, man!!" Alfred called out. And the man answered. 

"Me too! Go!!" He replied with a final thrust, and then finally he groaned as he spurt his seed into Alfred's insides. Alfred yelled out as he was being flooded inside, but sighed in relief when he himself came. "Oh.. my god.." He moaned, then blacked out completely.

Alfred woke up to find himself on the dirty ground. Some of the rope that was tying his wrists had become loose, making it easier to slip off. America sat up straight once he did and took off his blindfold.  

He was already back to being dressed. But he was still tired from last nights incident. He sighed as he remembered the scent of the mysterious man's coat. The he looked in his hand at the blindfold, and noticed it was a folded scarf.

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