Hetalia OneShots

AmeCan {Lemon request!}

Warning: Lemon ahead!
Once again, thank you PrussiaLivesOn for the suggestion, and patience!
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Alfred couldn't help but growl, as he pinned Mathew to the wall, earning a squeak from the other.

"Where were you?"

Mathew gulped. He was with Russia the other day and were discussing plans.
He forgot to tell Alfred since it was so last minute from his boss.

"W-with Russia."

The moment he mentioned Russia,
America got extremely possessive.
Almost... Animalistic.
He immediately shoved his mouth onto the other.
Mathew gasped at the sudden moment, and Alfred took advantage of it, slipping his tongue in, exploring, claiming back what was his.
He Didn't even allow Mathew to explain why he was with Russia.
He grinded his knee against the other's crotch, earning delightful squeaks and moans.

The hint smell of vodka when he got near Mathew's hair was really bothering him.
This lead to irrational thoughts.

"Nnngh, Alfred, wait! That hurts!!"

Alfred was biting at Mathew's neck,
making sure to leave many marks after this.
He sucked and swirled his tongue on the wounds to ease the Canadian.
Mathew seemed more relaxed now as his shoulders hunched back, and that's where Alfred continued, abusing Mathew's petite figure after he pulled off the other's sweater.

"Do you... Like him more... than me?"
Alfred asked in between sucking the other's nipples.

He grazed his teeth along it, not biting it.
His hand was playing with the other one, rubbing it in small circular motions before flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Canada was panting badly, his sensitive nipples being played with.
His hands rested on America's hair, and ever so slightly... brushing gently against the cowlick.
It's been a while since they've last... Done it.

"Hmm. Maybe."
Mathew decided to play along with his lover's irrational thought.
Plus, America was usually so... Vanilla in the bedroom.
Finally, they're doing it somewhere other than the bed.

Something clicked inside of Alfred, frustrated that the other might have feelings for the russian ally.
Jealousy. Insecurity.

Ah... That's what's driving him to do things to Mathew right now.
He grunted a bit when Mathew had brushed against his cowlick.
It was like he was begging not to walk for days.
Gladly, he'd accept of course. Anything to rival that commie bastard.

Mathew couldn't help but squirm in the other's grasp,
his heat prodding against the other's leg.

"We should take this to the bedroom..." Alfred said with uncertainty.
He wasn't sure how to do it anywhere other than the bedroom.

"N-no. Let's just... stay here." Mathew replied, kissing the other briefly.

Alfred continued on, feeling Mathew's slender waist, grinning when he felt Canada's erection prodding against his own leg.

"Someone's getting excited."

"Alfred pleasseeee..." Mathew whined, wanting his boyfriend to continue on.

America continued, pulling off the other's pants, breaking the zipper off.
He himself was impatient as well.
His slim fingers played around at the hem of Mathew's boxers, amused that they were polar bear boxers.

With his other hand, he groped the growing erection, palming it.
Mathew gasped, wanting more friction on it, more action...
He groaned, knowing that he had no control in what the American was going to do.
Alfred continued to palm it, deciding to stop when he felt... the cloth getting wet.