Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

45 - That's Kinda Gay 🇻🇦 ☭

Vatican City x Soviet
Half-Smut to irritate my girlfriend
I love you ProteccTaeTae

Vatican was just chilling in his house, reading the Bible for the millionth time that week. He was drowning himself in religion to escape his one feeling. His feelings for Soviet. Everything about Christianity said not to be gay and he broke that rule. Of course Soviet wouldn't even pay attention to him as he was the smallest country in the world.

But... Having the largest country in the world as the dominating religion Christianity...

Vatican put the Bible on the table and ran upstairs, getting his phone and calling Soviet.

"What?" Soviet asked harshly once he picked up. Vatican swore he wanted to melt right then and there.

"Could you please come over?" Vatican asked, sitting on his bed. "It is urgent."
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Soviet groaned as his phone rang. He picked it up and snapped, "What?"

"Could you please come over?" A voice eerily familiar asked. "It is urgent."

Soviet rolled his eyes, "Fine. It has to be quick, I have a meeting soon."

He hung up and looked at the number. He didn't recognize it. He decided to text Britain to see if he knew.

Soviet - Do you know who's number this is?
Soviet - *enter phone number*

Britain - It is familiar...
Britain - Ah! It's Vatican City's!

Soviet - Thanks

Soviet growled. He heard some... things about the very-religious country. He slipped on his coat and left to the address Vatican sent him.
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Vatican searched under his bed and found a box of many different types of things. Like chains. And a whip. And other things.

He heard a knock and shoved the box under his bed again. He jumped up and ran downstairs, tripping over his coat-thing a few times. Vatican opened the door and smiled up at Soviet.

Vatican being 5'7" (1.737 meters and 173.7 centimetres) and Soviet being 6'10" (2.1 meters and 210 centimetres) didn't help.

"Come in," Vatican said, stepping aside. Soviet said nothing and stepped in, looking around. "Follow me," Vatican said, leading the tall country to his room.

"What is this about?" Soviet asked gruffly, sitting on the bed. Vatican locked the door secretly and walked to beside Soviet.

"Nothing big, just your dominant religion," Vatican said nonchalantly.

Soviet raised an eyebrow, looking at him, "Why?"

Vatican shrugged, gently walking a hand up Soviet's thigh, "Just wondering... Maybe we could come to an agreement where you're fully Catholic..." He looked up to Soviet's eyes, "The idea of it just makes me want you more." Soviet's eyes widened as he was pushed to the bed, Vatican sitting on his hips. "I didn't know the great Soviet Union was this submissive," Vatican purred, leaving down to Soviet's face.

"You're sick."

"No, I'm Vatican City," Vatican teased, smiling. He instantly kissed Soviet, pinning his wrists to the bed. He was surprised when Soviet hesitantly kissed back, letting Vatican have entrance to his mouth when it was requested. Vatican slipped his tongue into Soviet's mouth and explored the cave, swirling his tongue around Soviet's a few times.

He pulled away after a while and looked into Soviet's gold eyes. "I love you," Vatican whispered in Soviet's ear as he kissed his cheek.

"I... I love you, too," Soviet whispered. Vatican smiled and kissed Soviet's neck, licking it and nipping at the red skin. Soviet's breath hitched when Vatican bit on the soft spot between Soviet's shoulder and collar bone. Vatican smirked and licked it again, hearing Soviet struggle to keep his breath from hitching again.

Vatican bit the spot, getting Soviet to groan lowly. Vatican sucked on the spot, creating a hickey, claiming the taller country.

"Vatica... Vatican..." Soviet mumbled as Vatican left his neck and leaned over the side of the bed, pulling out the box.

"Just relax, cara mia, (my darling,)" Vatican said, kissing Soviet's cheek. He opened the box and took out the chains slowly. Soviet's eyes widened as he blushed profusely. Vatican wrapped the chains tightly around Soviet's wrists, kissing his arms. "Please, promise me, cara mia, you'll never leave me," Vatican whispered.

Soviet nodded, "I promise."

Vatican slowly undid Soviet's jacket, kissing down his bare chest. Soviet blushed and squirmed as Vatican got lower and lower. Vatican could tell he had never been touched like this before.

"Cara mia, are you a virgin?" Vatican asked, cupping Soviet's jacket.

Soviet shook his head, "No... I get raped multiple times, though..."

Vatican's eyes widened as he quickly undid the chains, throwing them onto his floor, "I'm so sorry, cara mia."

Soviet looked away, rubbing his wrists, "It's okay."

"May we continue?" Vatican asked, petting Soviet's hair.

Soviet shook his head, "No... It brings back bad memories."

Vatican got off Soviet and laid beside him, "I'm sorry, cara mia."

Soviet turned on his side and hugged Vatican close to him, "I love you."

"I love you, too," Vatican said, burying his face in Soviet's chest.

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