The Rise And Fall Of Your Chest

falls

"Wow! It's beautiful!"

"I know. Aren't the falls so incredible?"

"What? Oh, I guess. But I was referring to your face." America shrugged.

Canada blushed. He had taken America to see Niagara Falls but instead of admiring its beauty, all America did was flirt.

More specifically, all America did was flirt with Canada.

It happened a lot, surprisingly. Whenever America could see Canada, Canada was all he wanted to see.

Canada thought it was sweet that he had such a nice brother.

America was horny.

"We should take a picture," Canada suggested. America gave a thumbs up of agreement.

"I'll ask someone to take it," He said and wandered off into the small crowd gathered. He came back moments later with a girl that was probably in college.

The North America Twins stood in front of the falls, Canada's arm on America's shoulder and wide smiles on each of their faces. As soon as the flash went off, America quickly turned his head and kissed Canada in the cheek. The college girl giggled while Canada turned more red than the maple Leaf on his flag.

"Should I take another one, or..?" The girl asked slyly. America winked at her.

"Nah, I think we're good."

She handed America's phone back with a smile. "You make a very cute couple, by the way." She said. Canada was about to say that no, they weren't a couple, they were brothers, but she had already left.

"Ready to go back to the hotel?" America asked. Canada nodded. The two started back to their car in complete silence.

Well, until Canada tripped on a loose stone and pitched forward. America reacted quickly, swooping in to catch him in some sort of tango dancing dip.

Without missing a beat, America leaned in and kissed Canada delicately on the lips.

"Are you alright?" he breathed after pulling away.

"Yes," Canada whispered back, suddenly understanding all of America's intentions, "but is this really something we can do?"

"Why not?" America laughed, "Everyone's got some ancestors in common, it's only natural."

A smile spread across Canada's lips. Lips that America swiftly kisser several times before finally letting Canada stand up. The two ran hand in hand back to their hotel, leaving their car behind and laughing the whole way.

They didn't bother to take the elevator. Instead, they sprinted up the stairs to the fifth floor.

Once inside, they put up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and got ready as fast as possible.

In ten minutes, they were on the bed, clothes of and mad with glee.

"Try to be gentle, please," Canada said, laying on his back like a turtle with America kneeling between his legs.

"I will, I promise," America grinned. He slowly, exaggeratedly began to move in closer. Canada could feel the strange pleasing sensation (that also hurt a little) almost as soon as America's tip was pushed into his ass. Canada bit his lip to keep from moaning, but sound still escaped him. America grinned wider and began thrusting his Florida in and out of the Canadian.

Canada really couldn't keep from moaning this time nor could he keep from murmuring curse words in French.

When America was bored of anal, he fell onto all fours above Canada and began to kiss him. Their tongues slipped in and out of each other's mouths as the rolled on the queen sized hotel bed, legs and arms wrapped around each other. While French kissing, Canada reached down and stroked America's dick. Saliva filled the American's mouth as his stomach flexed in pleasure.

"I want to taste every inch of you," Canada purred in America's ear, bringing out his inner France.

"Why don't I take you on a tour of the great U.S.A, then?" America said. He ran his fingers through Canada's silky smooth honey colored hair before sinking down. "This is my amazing mouth!"

He closed his lips around Canada's dick and sucked on it like it was a lollipop. Canada laughed like a deranged hyena and sighed happily.

"As much as I'd love to see the rest of the U.S.A right now, I'm really tired..." Canada said with a sad smile, "Can I continue the tour in the morning?"

America nodded and moved back up to kiss Canada on the forehead.

"Good night, Mattie," America whispered, cradling Canada's head on his chest.

"Good night, Al," Canada replied, hugging his arms around America.

The two did continue in the morning. They continued for a good hour before putting their dicks away and heading back to America's house. There, they watched horror movies and cuddled with each other until Canada had to go back home and do paperwork.

The End.

A/N: This is a fanfic for one of my best friends! I hope you enjoy it and since I made this for you please do me a favor and don't go on my profile. And also luv u!!