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It was the end of world war two, it had finally came to an end after six years. People were throwing all kind of parties around the world, celebrating in the street day and night, dancing and singing at the fall of the axis powers who had caused much suffering, and we're surely going to pay for what they had done.
These parties extended from street parties to political ones, various gatherings between governments and representatives were made, and something quite peculiar happened in one of them.
America, USA, States or whatever you wish to call him was celebrating in Europe in the biggest celebration yet, it was rare to see him so alive... So out of the mask that he used with the public and apparently his government knows he puts this weird dinamic, a narcissistic persona that slowly cracks the more you get to know him intimately, but rarely anyone does, or the more insults you throw at him. He has been drinking more than usual, and we all know his tolerance to alcohol isn't one of the greatest.
In fact, it is quite terrible. He gets drunk fast and then suffers the consequences, those normally being getting scolded by his government after embarassing himself and consequently his whole country. He stared being even more loud then habitual, talking to people he doesn't get along with or that his government itself prohibited him from speaking to ; one of these people being the Soviet Union.
Good evening, handsome..—
Said America with a flirty tone his intentions in this moment were to have a good fuck and release some steam... Probably fuck this handsome dude until he's begging for More-
What do I owe the pleasure to seeing such a pretty thing huh?—
Ussr said putting His hands on Ame's waist and pulling him flush agaisnt His own body.
oh
OH
Well that's actually kind of hot not gonna like, might aswell make the most of this.
How about we go somewhere more secluded?—
Said America batting His eyelashes and twirling his hair like a madly in love teenager, to be honest, he might aswell be because this Man Is something else! I mean look at that brown hair and those beautiful Golden eyes... And that beard that he probably cuts every morning! Oh god i think I'm in love.
It seemed their government officials were too busy throwing passive aggressive insults at each other to notice their little chat.
USSR also appeared to be drinking too much, even when he has a high tolerance for alcohol , it was obvious both weren't in their five senses. As the conversation grew longer, the two of them grew bolder, the air became harder to breath, the clothes way too tight, their bodies needed something more than boring words. So without thinking it further and knowing they'll either regret it later or have too much of a headache to remember it, they decide to look for a room.
The party hosts said that people weren't allowed to go anywhere outside of the designated floors and garden, because the party was to celebrate the end of world war two, not to do such.. things in a place as important at this was. But neither USA nor USSR cared at the moment, they simply needed to satisfy their hunger. They somehow dodge the guards guarding the stairs and moved past them, making it to the 4th floor (The 2th and 3rd being the party ones) where they found what appeared to be a guest room, ready to be used by them.
As soon as America enters the room he's inmediatly pinned to the wall and USSR starts leaving open mouthed kisses on the dirty blonde's neck, tiny little moans escaping america's mouth.
Ussr takes one of America's thighs and lifts it up so that he has access to the lower part of America's body. USSR starts grinding against the blonde's crotch.
Ah- fuck-!—
And that's America's very reasonable reaction to when USSR grabs him and trows him onto the bed looming over him like a fucking bear.
So, you're FINALLY gonna show me how big your russian dick Is?—
USSR blinked for a second and ripped America's pants off leaving him only on his boxers.
What the fuck?!, those are expensive!—
USSR decides to ignore the blonde's complains and starts taking care of his own clothes for example. His pants, as he took his pants off the blonde could not help but stare. After all, russians do have good factions.
—HOW are you not hard yet?!—
—Might be because you are wasting time yapping about some stupid pants that costed less than 2% of your salary?—
....Well he waaaas right... Whatever dude, this guy is taking too long.
The dirty blond starts moving his hips agaisnt the russian's, he even goes as far as to place his beautiful legs on the russian's shoulderblades.
—Are you satisfied now?—
The russian sneaks a hand under the american's underwear and teases the rim of his hole.
—Jesus, you're tight. Have you never done this before?—
—Ok first off, ironic to name Jesus in a place like this. SECOND, i have never bottomed so shut your damn mouth, you hear me?—
—Alright blondie..—
The russian enters a finger on the american's hole, his walls inmediatly clenching around the digit.
—h-huff... Jesus H.Christ, how are your fingers so fucking big??—
—They're not. You're just tight.—