Russia’s eyes sparkled as he gazed out into the distance. Tiny lights speckled the ground from the balcony on which they stood. “It’s beautiful,” he uttered under his breath and he moved to the railings, leaning over slightly to see more of the view.
“The view of France has nothing on that of Russia,” he said with a suave tone, spinning Russia around and pushing him slightly against the railings. “You are one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my entire life and I desire you like no other. Please, let me love you like you deserve to be loved.”
Russia couldn’t sense a lie; his words were so fluid, his expression so serious as he spoke. The words he said, even if they were lies, made him feel something and he couldn’t ignore it any longer. “I want you to kiss me,” he said as he leaned forward. “Kiss me now.”
He braced himself as France moved slightly. He was frozen; paralysed all over as the blonde tilted his head ever so slightly and smirked. His mind went crazy for a moment. The smirk. Did that mean he had let the other man win? Was this all just some sort of game? Was France mentally adding his name to his long list of conquests?
Before he could dwell on it any further, he felt a sudden warmth on his lips. France’s eyes were closed and he followed suit, allowing his eyelids to flutter shut as he returned the kiss as his mind told him to. He parted his lips slightly, capturing France’s lower lip between his own. His tongue waited patiently in his mouth. He wasn’t sure what to do with it... he waited for France to deepen the kiss but it never happened.
Instead, France broke the kiss and smiled. “Do you want more?”
Russia nodded with a meek smile on his face. “B-but please, go slow...”
“If you want me to stop at any time, just say so.”
Oh wow, France is quite impressive when he puts his mind to it. What a memorable setting! <3 Heh, and being patient and not deepening that kiss is definitely going to pay off. ;D
Ah, put this whole paragraph breaks my heart a little:
He braced himself as France moved slightly. He was frozen; paralysed all over as the blonde tilted his head ever so slightly and smirked. His mind went crazy for a moment. The smirk. Did that mean he had let the other man win? Was this all just some sort of game? Was France mentally adding his name to his long list of conquests?
Somehow, that's pretty telling that Russia is worried about all this. ):
“Don’t do that!” Russia cried out as France slid his coat open as he lay on the bed. “I don’t want you to see my body.” He placed his arms across his chest, turning his face to the side to avoid France’s gaze from above him.
France chuckled lightly, placing his hands on Russia’s wrists and willing his arms away all too easily. He ran his finger down the series of buttons on the crisp white shirt. “Why wouldn’t you want me to see your beautiful body?” He asked, taking the knot of the tie between his fingers and pulling it open with one swift pull. “For us to be intimate, you must be comfortable enough to show me your body. I can show you mine first, if it would make you more comfortable?”
“That wouldn’t make any difference. You have no flaws... My body is covered with imperfections that will disgust you. Please, don’t make me show you my body.”
Neither of them spoke as France frowned and sat back, resting his body on Russia’s thighs. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, letting out a long sigh as he discarded it. Taking hold of Russia’s hand, he raised it to his chest. “Feel this here? That’s a scar from a sword.” He paused, lowering Russia’s hand to his ribcage. “That’s a series of bullet wounds.” He lowered his hand even further, allowing it to rest just at the waistband of his trousers.
“Enough,” Russia snapped, grabbing his hand back. He didn’t want every flaw of France pointed out. When he saw France, he only saw perfection. “I don’t care that you have scars or wounds...”
“And I don’t care about your imperfections either,” he said, placing his finger to Russia’s lip for a second time. His other hand rested on Russia’s stomach for a moment before he started making light work of the buttons. He could see fear in Russia’s eyes as he slid his hand onto bare skin. “Don’t be afraid,” he mumbled, running his hand up Russia’s skin, surprised by how hot it was; by how firm it was.
“I don’t like this... it feels weird,” Russia said quietly, raising his hand to his own mouth to bite down on his knuckles as France’s fingers found his right nipple and toyed with it gently, his other hand quickly finding his left one. “Ah! Feels strange!” He cried out, closing his eyes tightly.
“Feels good?” France asked, lowering his face to Russia’s chest before he ran his tongue around the right nipple, teasing the nub as Russia let out a small whimper. He could already feel the result of his actions pressing against his own stomach.
“N-no, it’s embarrassing. Please, stop.”
“What would you rather I do?”
Russia kept his eyes closed tight, unable to stop his body from reacting to France’s touches. He raised his hips slightly, pressing his erection into France’s abs; brushing slightly against the other man’s arousal as France shifted ever so slightly. “Touch me... lower...”
His breath hitched as he felt France’s hand glide down his body. He expected his hand to rest on his crotch; on the fabric, but instead, it slid under his waistband and before he could control himself, his body arched up and he found himself perched on his elbows, panting heavily as he felt fingers wrap around his erection.
“Too fast,” he gasped, sucking his lip into his mouth. What France was doing... it felt so much better than when he did it himself but France’s hand was moving too quickly. It was too much; too soon. He wasn’t prepared for this... “Wait, slow down... p-please,” he stammered out, placing his hand on France’s shoulder, willing him to stop with his eyes. He didn’t want to finish so early but if France continued the way he did, it would be over before it had even began.
“It’s okay for you to come, my pretty. I am in no rush here. We can wait until you become aroused again to continue,” France said with a dismissive fashion, moving his hand even faster. He wanted to see Russia feel pleasure; he wanted to watch his face as he reached his climax. He had only imagined it and his mind had been all wrong. He had expected the other man to be almost expressionless; cold as his country was but no, he was quite the opposite. France could feel heat radiating from his body. He could see Russia's face twitch with pleasure after every stroke. The way he blushed; the way his eyes fluttered shut as he bit down onto his lip, desperately trying to stave off his orgasm.
He couldn’t though and France watched with excitement as Russia came. His eyes were on Russia’s face, watching every muscle on his face respond to the sensation. The long drawl Russia let out as he bucked up into France’s hand made every hair on the blonde’s neck stand on end. The sound was exquisite and unexpected. He had never heard such a sound; a moan of pure innocence. It sounded almost confused, matching Russia’s expression perfectly.
“Are you okay?” France asked, withdrawing his hand and raising it to his mouth. He absent-mindedly licked up the fluid on his hand, a smirk gracing his features as Russia let out a mortified groan.
“S-stop that!” Russia snapped, sitting up and pushing France off him onto the bed. “That’s disgusting. I can’t possibly taste nice so don’t lick it up!”
France slid over the bed from where he had been thrown to and wrapped his arms around Russia’s large torso from behind him. He couldn’t help but suddenly notice that even though he had opened Russia’s shirt, his coat and various undergarments remained on his body. He wanted to see more of the other man suddenly.
“Russia, don’t be so silly. Being intimate means doing such things. It’s perfectly natural,” France mumbled as he nuzzled Russia’s neck, his hands running up and down his body as he did so. “Besides, you taste delicious.”
“It isn’t,” Russia said softly, placing his hands onto France’s thighs as he leaned back into his arms. “Nothing about this is natural. You’re a man, I’m a man... I...don’t think I can do this with you... It’s not you though...I don’t think I can do this with anyone...”
His words didn’t matter to France by this point. France knew people well enough to know when they were lying; to know why they were simply stalling for time. Although Russia’s choice of phrases hurt him, he couldn’t help but be concerned about the other man. He was scared, that much was apparent but it seemed more than just ‘first time’ worries.
“Hush... You can do this,” France reassured, pressing his lips against Russia’s neck. “How about we remove your clothes?”
“No!” Russia yelped almost, jumping up and wrapping his own arms over his chest as he turned around and looked down at France. “I really don’t want you seeing me... naked... can’t we do this with my clothes on?”
France held back a laugh, standing up and pulling Russia into a kiss, pulling him back slightly before he dropped down onto the bed, still holding Russia in his arms. “Don’t be silly. How about we at least lose your coat and blazer? You can keep the shirt on...and the scarf”
Russia stared at France for a moment before once again, slid off the bed and removed his outer clothing. He could feel France’s eyes on his body. He could sense the other nation wanted to see more of him but he just couldn’t bring himself to drop his shirt from his shoulders. His body was a map of his life and it showed his past sins; unforgivable sins. His hands lingered at his trousers. France hadn’t even unbuttoned them...
He suddenly felt embarrassed again. He had come without even getting his pants off.
“Do you want to take your trousers off?” He heard France ask from behind him. Slowly shaking his head, he turned around only to find France completely stark naked and sprawled on the bed, a rose between his teeth. He was about to question where the flower had come from until he quickly noticed a vase of them on the night stand. Of course.
“Why are you... naked...” Russia mumbled, allowing his eyes to run down France’s body. It was different to his own. France, for one, had hair across his chest, trailing down to his penis (which Russia couldn’t help but feel rather intimidated by). His own chest was bare but it was by choice. He didn’t care for much body hair... France however, clearly liked to keep things natural.
France didn’t answer, instead he tapped the bed, inviting Russia over.
He hesitated as he took a seat again and allowed France to straddle him. He once again watched as France made his way down his body with his lips, kissing every part of flesh on his torso, nipping the skin; teasing it, making sure to leave his mark before he travelled further south. This time, he flipped open the button on the trousers before he tugged the zipper down.
He was hard again. It hadn’t taken much. France nuzzling his neck had been enough to arouse him. It made him blush something chronic but by the noise France made as he fondled him, he didn’t seem to mind how easily he was turned on.
“Why do you like me?” Russia asked as France pulled down his trousers slightly, leaving them halfway down his hips as he looked up.
“You’re a very interesting person. You’re different,” He started, smiling at Russia before he went back to what he was doing, relieved that Russia wasn’t stopping him. Throwing the trousers off the bed, he raised Russia’s legs in the air and placed them on his shoulders. Turning his head and kissing both ankles momentarily, he continued speaking, moving his lips down each leg. “You’re intelligent. You’re attractive and incredibly sexy, not that you’d believe it.” He paused at Russia’s knees, sliding his fingers through the creases in the legs and brushing his fingertips against the sensitive skin behind the knees. “You’re the most fascinating person I have ever encountered and I am infatuated with you.”
Russia let out a long moan as France’s lips stopped at his inner thighs. He could feel breath on his crotch, sending his body temperature soaring. He wanted more; he wanted it all but France was taking his time.
“My Russia, your skin is so hot...” France drawled, running his fingers along the waistband of Russia’s boxers. “Are you hot?”
“N-No...” Russia lied, raising his hand to his mouth. He couldn’t bare to look down at France. His mouth was so close to his erection. He could feel the other man’s chin brush against his balls as he spoke; the stubble on his face prickling through the thin fabric of his underwear. He didn’t want to find such a simple thing arousing but his body wouldn’t stop reacting to the most basic of actions.
“So Russia doesn’t want me to remove these?” He asked, pinging the waistband, purposely moving his face forward to his nose brushed against Russia’s cock as he spoke again.
Russia narrowed his eyes. France was mocking him but he couldn’t bring himself to shout at the other man. He was too aroused to do anything but whimper a simple “Please...” He gasped, unable to suppress another moan as he felt the cold night air on his hot lower extremities so suddenly as France removed his boxers.
He waited to feel something around his dick. A hand; a mouth. Instead, he got neither. Feeling impatient, he looked down at the other man, only to see him nestled between his legs with a small tube and packet. He couldn't even remember France getting them out... but then everything that had passed was already turning into such a blur.
“W-What’s all that?!” Russia stammered out, tensing up as France’s hand disappeared from sight. He didn’t even have a chance to protest as France slipped a finger inside him and began sliding it in and out.
“Just some lubricant and a condom. I don’t know what you may have heard about me but I do not find pain or disease sexy,” he said bluntly before he dipped his head down to kiss Russia’s thigh as he added another finger, but found himself not moving them as he arched an eyebrow with concern. “Are you okay?”
Russia nodded, whimpering as France’s fingers nudged into him. “Hurts a little...” He said with the smallest voice. Part of him wanted to clamp his legs together and run away but he truly wanted France to just get on with it. He didn’t care if it would hurt. He wanted it over and done with so he could deal with the consequences. He had to know if he was truly just another toy for France to discard once he was done. “Keep going.”
To Russia’s relief, France didn’t say anything further. Instead, he continued stretching him out, gently spreading his fingers for what felt like an eternity until he curled his digits and brushed against something Russia hadn’t even known about until now. He found himself letting out a noise he never thought would pass through his lips. A noise of pure lust; a wanton moan that forced France to press into the spot again.
“Ah, Russia likes that...” France muttered, placing another kiss to his inner thigh. “It is to be expected.”
Russia felt his entire body heat up with embarrassment as he tried to muffle his own voice with his scarf.
“P-please, I want more.”
“You’re not ready ye-” His voice was cut off as Russia pulled his body up from the bed and grabbed the condom from his hand. “Do you know how to put one of those on another person?” He said with a slightly condescending tone.
“Y-Yes!” Russia stammered, staring down at the small foil packet as he knelt in front of France. Fumbling with it, he tore the packet open and tried to ignore France’s chuckle as the rubber ring flew into the air and landed on his own head.
With a slight pout, he grabbed the condom and tried to recall how they had done it in pornographic films he had seen. He gazed down at France’s erection, swallowing hard as he balanced it on the tip, only to hear a quiet “Other way” from the blonde.
Blushing furiously, he flipped it over, holding the tip as he rolled it down France’s shaft, intimidated as it barely reached the bottom. He wasn’t sure how well such things were supposed to fit and he found the lubricated item to be slightly amusing, but that didn’t help his body from tensing up at the mere thought of being fucked by what was inside it.
“How do you want to do this? Would you prefer to lie down... or do you want to be on all fours?”
“Don’t be vile. Do you see me as some sort of dog? Don’t you want to see me or something? Do you really see me as a piece of meat to stick your dick in?” Russia snapped, glaring at France for a moment as he allowed his own insecurities to flood from his mouth so suddenly.
“Hey hey... My love, please be calm. I was simply asking for your own comfort. Of course I want to see your face,” he paused, placing his hands on Russia's chest. “Your body...”
Russia cleaned his throat before he shuffled forward and straddled France, sitting in his lap. He could feel France's cock slide between his cheeks as he shifted himself. “Want to do it like this,” he said as he sat up a little.
“I want to see how beautiful my Russia looks when he feels good,” France uttered, wrapping his arms around Russia as he adjusted his position. He ignored the weight of the other man as he lowered their bodies to the bed. he didn’t want to do any sudden movements, despite what his body wanted to do.
“P-Please, stop lying to me,” Russia said quietly, turning his face to the side. The words France continued to say made his heart ache. Although his mind told him France’s words were false, his heart believed every little thing he said.
France shook his head, taking hold of both of Russia’s arms, placing them above his head and holding them in place with one hand as he allowed his other to trail down Russia’s body. “My words are true. Please believe me,” he said as he wrapped his hand around Russia’s erection, gently stroking it as he started to slowly thrust his hips.
Russia’s eyes snapped open as he felt pleasure rush through his body from the feelings. He didn’t make any move to pull his arms from France’s grasp. Instead, he looked down at France’s skilled hand as it worked his cock. It felt different to before. Even though it was the same thing, all he felt now was sheer euphoria as France continued to move.
He glanced up at the blonde’s face and his felt his body shudder. His expression was divine. Concentration was apparent as he continued his ministrations. The way he furrowed his brow; the way his tongue darted out to moisten his own lips. He was ignoring the sweat dripping down his face. Ignoring the hair poking into his eyes. Instead, he was paying all his attention to Russia.
His mind suddenly let up and allowed his heart to take over. Reason and logic finally kicked in and batted away his insecurities. A man who only wanted him as another name on a list wouldn’t work so hard, would he? His mind had been saying yes all along but now, it only told him that France’s words and actions were true.
“I-I...” Russia panted, biting his own lip for a moment as he felt the onset of his own orgasm. “I believe you,” he said with a shaky voice, his body quivering as he felt France move inside him faster; the pace making his breath hitch as he tried to breathe.
He couldn’t stop his body from moving at the same pace, his own hips thrusting up into France’s hand, meeting France’s own movements as he lowered them again. He slid his arms out of France’s grasp, moaning loudly as that hand immediately found its way onto his chest, pinching his nipples playfully. He looked up at the other man, unable to stop himself from smiling as he saw a smirk grow on his face.
“Does it... feel good?” France asked, quickening the pace with his hand.
“A-Amazing,” Russia replied with a moan, clutching at the sheets underneath him. “I want to...Want to...” He panted.
“Want to come?”
Russia nodded fervently, unable to stop his body from trembling as he felt ecstasy coarse through his veins for that one moment; that moment of rhapsody as he closed his eyes. France had adjusted his position just in time, jabbing into his most sensitive spot over and over as he rode out his own orgasm, his body shaking as he let out a long groan.
His body suddenly felt so numb, but he could still feel pleasure from France’s movements as he tried to seek his own climax. He wanted to help, but he couldn’t move. Instead, all he could do was lie there as France let go of his cock and gripped onto his hips. He wasn’t sure if France had suddenly got rougher or if his body was just overly tender now but the sight of France pounding into him, concentrating only on his own pleasure now was enough to make every inch of himself tingle.
“F-France... kiss me...” Russia mumbled, allowing his arms to drift into the air. Instantly, he found himself able to hug France closer as he leaned in, their lips coming together in a lust-filled kiss as France continued to push into Russia sporadically, with more need than before.
“It’s okay to come, you don’t have to prove your stamina to me,” he mumbled between kisses, allowing his tongue to delve inside France’s mouth. This was the first time he had taken control of a kiss and all he could do was imitate what France did, teasing the other man’s tongue; gentle massaging it with all the energy he could muster.
Russia felt a shock of pain as France dug his fingers into his sides, stopping the kiss to flop his head down onto Russia’s chest as he jabbed shallowly inside a few more times before he completely allowed his body to fall down. Had he finished? He had stopped moving but remained inside him.
He didn't move. Instead, he simply lay there atop Russia, panting heavily, uttering several French phrases Russia failed to understand.
“Do you mind getting off me for a moment?” Russia grumbled, trying to push the blonde off him only to fail miserably as his body refused to give him any strength.
“Don’t want to,” France mumbled as he nuzzled Russia’s neck, still euphoric from his own orgasm.
“Please get off me,” Russia said flatly, squirming under France. He didn’t know what the etiquette was concerning post-coital activities. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to stay or leave. He wasn’t sure if they were supposed to talk about it or never mention it.
“Don’t be grumpy Russia, I just want to be in you a little longer. You’re divine,” he uttered, tilting his head to the side to watch his finger as he traced invisible patterns on Russia’s chest.
“France, I’m asking you to get off me... and get out of me too.” He was embarrassed by what they had done but happy at the same time. His heart was pounding and he wanted to say so much, but all he could do was tell France to get off him. He felt rude, but he couldn't think of what to say. He wasn't good with words at the best of times.
He let out a low groan as he finally felt France withdraw from him. His body was still throbbing and without France on top of him, he could see his limbs shaking slightly.
“I’m cold,” he said softly, turning over to face France as he settled down beside him. He gazed into the other man's eyes, his heart jumping as France smiled at him and shuffled forward before he kissed him gently on the lips.
Without speaking though, France took Russia into his arms and pulled him closer, holding him tightly as they both drifted off to sleep.
Russia awoke slowly, instantly remembering the events of the night before. His body ached all over. He couldn’t even remember falling asleep. He definitely couldn’t recall going under the sheets... he ran his hands over his torso, suddenly realising his shirt was gone. He most certainly did not remember removing his shirt.
He turned over, expecting France to be there but instead, all he found was an empty spot. A cold empty spot.
How long had he been alone?
“France?”
He sat up slightly, clutching the sheet to his chest. France was gone. He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“Of course he’s gone, why wouldn’t he be?” He mumbled, sliding under the sheets. He was ashamed of how he had actually allowed himself to believe France lies. He had heard so many bad things about France and he had taken them all in...his mind had convinced him fully that France was not one to be trusted yet he had let his heart take over; let his heart lead him into bed with France and now he had given up the one last pure thing about himself.
He was just another notch on France’s bedpost now. Another experience he would be able to gloat about, or perhaps not. Rubbing his face into the pillow, he allowed memories of the previous night flash before his eyes. He doubted France would be gloating about it any time soon. He wasn’t as attractive as any of France’s previous conquests; his body wasn’t as toned; wasn’t as lean... He had no one feature that would set him apart from any of the other people France had shared his bed with.
But to him, France would always be there in his mind; in his heart. He would always be the one and as he felt his heart ache slightly, he would be his last. He had made a mistake and he would not repeat it again.
“I’m such an idiot,” he said as he bashed the pillow with his fist.
“And why is that, beautiful?” a voice chimed in and he felt the bed dip down. “I happen to think you are very intelligent.”
Russia scrambled around and sat up, blinking hard. “W-What are you doing here?”
France frowned for a second. “...this is my house?” He said slowly, raising the tray he held in the air. “I made you breakfast. I made croissants, from scratch.” He winked, smiling as he placed the tray on Russia’s lap. “Also, jam from England. If it’s terrible, we can just throw it over the balcony.”
Russia almost drooled as the smell of the fresh croissants filled the air before him. Taking hold of one, he realised they were still warm. France had made them for him, with his own hands... he had gone out of his way just for him.
“They smell... nice.”
“They are nice. They’re fantastic actually. Why are you an idiot anyway?” France asked again, shuffling further onto the bed and sitting astride Russia. He took hold of one of the croissants, breaking a small part off and holding it up to Russia’s lips. “Why is Russia an idiot?”
Russia looked down at the bread France was holding out to him. “It’s nothing,” he uttered, opening his mouth as France pushed it into his mouth. As he chewed it, he stared at France. He hadn’t gone anywhere. He had just gone to cook breakfast for him.
“Nothing?” France asked again, opening the jar of jam and pushing his finger inside, sniffing the substance on the end of his finger for a moment. Running it along Russia’s lips, he bent forward and gently kissed him. “Tastes good. And the jam is quite tasty too.”
“I just thought... it’s nothing, really,” Russia insisted, licking his lips.
France shrugged, pressing his lips to Russia’s forehead before he climbed back off the bed and stretched. “If you’re not busy today and if you’re not fed up of my company by now, I was wondering if you would accompany me to a sunflower field for a picnic?”
Russia couldn’t help but smile at the suggestion. He had mentioned his penchant for the flowers on their first date, when their table at the restaurant had them in a vase. He couldn’t believe he had remembered and he tried to hide his excitement as France turned to face him, awaiting an answer to his question. In an instant, his insecurities about their relationship left his mind once again and this time, he knew they wouldn’t return.
“Just some lubricant and a condom. I don’t know what you may have heard about me but I do not find pain or disease sexy,”
-snorts- he says this even though he previously licked his cum. You's a smart one, france. But other than that, wonderful fill~ I love submissive Russia.
I didn't even think I wrote him as submissive. Me thinks original anon who said they loved submissive anon misused the word and simply meant that they enjoy Russia being taken.
I'm so happy. I really, really love this and I'm sad to see it end. But what a great end it was. I'm a total sucker for morning after fluff. Thank you so much for filling this anon. You did a great job and I'll love this forever. (Great, now I'm getting all sappy.)
I think not going into too much detail with the sex was a good choice. I love smut as much as the next fangirl (maybe more) but that wasn't what I wanted this to focus on. Once again, great job.
Aww, thank you. I tried my best (...okay, well I tried) and I thought I'd gone off on a tangent at one point but I'm glad you enjoyed it. For such a great prompt, it deserved to be filled by someone and I'm glad I wrote it because I'm a sucker for this kind of role-reversal :)
I love both Frussia as well as uke!Russia, so this fill totally made my day :D It's so cute~ And you had it characterized perfectly, even though this is a tough pairing to write (IMO anyways :P) Thanks so much for this!
my head... exploded from trying to hold back my fangirl screams XD
this whole fill just screams awesomeness. [s]i'm not even sure how much of the wetness i feel now is due to my period... wait, my period ended yesterday xP[/s]
y'know it never even crossed my mind that Frussia was possible, much less uke!Russia (i ship RoChu). now it's clear that anything is possible in Hetalia. god i love this fandom
I love this *_* I think France/Russia is now official my OTP! I have such a craving for uke!Russia and I absolutely love him beeing so insecure and shy. It was perfect! The whole thing was so cute. And I love the fluff in this! Not to forget to smut :D It satisfied me without any fetishes, yeah^^ Seriously, it was so well written! And France was just wonderful^^ Yes It´s my OTP now...
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Re: Vodka scented roses~ 7/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-06 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)“The view of France has nothing on that of Russia,” he said with a suave tone, spinning Russia around and pushing him slightly against the railings. “You are one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my entire life and I desire you like no other. Please, let me love you like you deserve to be loved.”
Russia couldn’t sense a lie; his words were so fluid, his expression so serious as he spoke. The words he said, even if they were lies, made him feel something and he couldn’t ignore it any longer. “I want you to kiss me,” he said as he leaned forward. “Kiss me now.”
He braced himself as France moved slightly. He was frozen; paralysed all over as the blonde tilted his head ever so slightly and smirked. His mind went crazy for a moment. The smirk. Did that mean he had let the other man win? Was this all just some sort of game? Was France mentally adding his name to his long list of conquests?
Before he could dwell on it any further, he felt a sudden warmth on his lips. France’s eyes were closed and he followed suit, allowing his eyelids to flutter shut as he returned the kiss as his mind told him to. He parted his lips slightly, capturing France’s lower lip between his own. His tongue waited patiently in his mouth. He wasn’t sure what to do with it... he waited for France to deepen the kiss but it never happened.
Instead, France broke the kiss and smiled. “Do you want more?”
Russia nodded with a meek smile on his face. “B-but please, go slow...”
“If you want me to stop at any time, just say so.”
OP Here
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 12:21 am (UTC)(link)Author! anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Vodka scented roses~ 7/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 12:35 am (UTC)(link)Ah, put this whole paragraph breaks my heart a little:
He braced himself as France moved slightly. He was frozen; paralysed all over as the blonde tilted his head ever so slightly and smirked. His mind went crazy for a moment. The smirk. Did that mean he had let the other man win? Was this all just some sort of game? Was France mentally adding his name to his long list of conquests?
Somehow, that's pretty telling that Russia is worried about all this. ):
Author! anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you thought :3
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 8/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)“Don’t do that!” Russia cried out as France slid his coat open as he lay on the bed. “I don’t want you to see my body.” He placed his arms across his chest, turning his face to the side to avoid France’s gaze from above him.
France chuckled lightly, placing his hands on Russia’s wrists and willing his arms away all too easily. He ran his finger down the series of buttons on the crisp white shirt. “Why wouldn’t you want me to see your beautiful body?” He asked, taking the knot of the tie between his fingers and pulling it open with one swift pull. “For us to be intimate, you must be comfortable enough to show me your body. I can show you mine first, if it would make you more comfortable?”
“That wouldn’t make any difference. You have no flaws... My body is covered with imperfections that will disgust you. Please, don’t make me show you my body.”
Neither of them spoke as France frowned and sat back, resting his body on Russia’s thighs. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, letting out a long sigh as he discarded it. Taking hold of Russia’s hand, he raised it to his chest. “Feel this here? That’s a scar from a sword.” He paused, lowering Russia’s hand to his ribcage. “That’s a series of bullet wounds.” He lowered his hand even further, allowing it to rest just at the waistband of his trousers.
“Enough,” Russia snapped, grabbing his hand back. He didn’t want every flaw of France pointed out. When he saw France, he only saw perfection. “I don’t care that you have scars or wounds...”
“And I don’t care about your imperfections either,” he said, placing his finger to Russia’s lip for a second time. His other hand rested on Russia’s stomach for a moment before he started making light work of the buttons. He could see fear in Russia’s eyes as he slid his hand onto bare skin. “Don’t be afraid,” he mumbled, running his hand up Russia’s skin, surprised by how hot it was; by how firm it was.
“I don’t like this... it feels weird,” Russia said quietly, raising his hand to his own mouth to bite down on his knuckles as France’s fingers found his right nipple and toyed with it gently, his other hand quickly finding his left one. “Ah! Feels strange!” He cried out, closing his eyes tightly.
“Feels good?” France asked, lowering his face to Russia’s chest before he ran his tongue around the right nipple, teasing the nub as Russia let out a small whimper. He could already feel the result of his actions pressing against his own stomach.
“N-no, it’s embarrassing. Please, stop.”
“What would you rather I do?”
Russia kept his eyes closed tight, unable to stop his body from reacting to France’s touches. He raised his hips slightly, pressing his erection into France’s abs; brushing slightly against the other man’s arousal as France shifted ever so slightly. “Touch me... lower...”
His breath hitched as he felt France’s hand glide down his body. He expected his hand to rest on his crotch; on the fabric, but instead, it slid under his waistband and before he could control himself, his body arched up and he found himself perched on his elbows, panting heavily as he felt fingers wrap around his erection.
“Too fast,” he gasped, sucking his lip into his mouth. What France was doing... it felt so much better than when he did it himself but France’s hand was moving too quickly. It was too much; too soon. He wasn’t prepared for this... “Wait, slow down... p-please,” he stammered out, placing his hand on France’s shoulder, willing him to stop with his eyes. He didn’t want to finish so early but if France continued the way he did, it would be over before it had even began.
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 9/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)He couldn’t though and France watched with excitement as Russia came. His eyes were on Russia’s face, watching every muscle on his face respond to the sensation. The long drawl Russia let out as he bucked up into France’s hand made every hair on the blonde’s neck stand on end. The sound was exquisite and unexpected. He had never heard such a sound; a moan of pure innocence. It sounded almost confused, matching Russia’s expression perfectly.
“Are you okay?” France asked, withdrawing his hand and raising it to his mouth. He absent-mindedly licked up the fluid on his hand, a smirk gracing his features as Russia let out a mortified groan.
“S-stop that!” Russia snapped, sitting up and pushing France off him onto the bed. “That’s disgusting. I can’t possibly taste nice so don’t lick it up!”
France slid over the bed from where he had been thrown to and wrapped his arms around Russia’s large torso from behind him. He couldn’t help but suddenly notice that even though he had opened Russia’s shirt, his coat and various undergarments remained on his body. He wanted to see more of the other man suddenly.
“Russia, don’t be so silly. Being intimate means doing such things. It’s perfectly natural,” France mumbled as he nuzzled Russia’s neck, his hands running up and down his body as he did so. “Besides, you taste delicious.”
“It isn’t,” Russia said softly, placing his hands onto France’s thighs as he leaned back into his arms. “Nothing about this is natural. You’re a man, I’m a man... I...don’t think I can do this with you... It’s not you though...I don’t think I can do this with anyone...”
His words didn’t matter to France by this point. France knew people well enough to know when they were lying; to know why they were simply stalling for time. Although Russia’s choice of phrases hurt him, he couldn’t help but be concerned about the other man. He was scared, that much was apparent but it seemed more than just ‘first time’ worries.
“Hush... You can do this,” France reassured, pressing his lips against Russia’s neck. “How about we remove your clothes?”
“No!” Russia yelped almost, jumping up and wrapping his own arms over his chest as he turned around and looked down at France. “I really don’t want you seeing me... naked... can’t we do this with my clothes on?”
France held back a laugh, standing up and pulling Russia into a kiss, pulling him back slightly before he dropped down onto the bed, still holding Russia in his arms. “Don’t be silly. How about we at least lose your coat and blazer? You can keep the shirt on...and the scarf”
Russia stared at France for a moment before once again, slid off the bed and removed his outer clothing. He could feel France’s eyes on his body. He could sense the other nation wanted to see more of him but he just couldn’t bring himself to drop his shirt from his shoulders. His body was a map of his life and it showed his past sins; unforgivable sins. His hands lingered at his trousers. France hadn’t even unbuttoned them...
He suddenly felt embarrassed again. He had come without even getting his pants off.
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 10/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)“Why are you... naked...” Russia mumbled, allowing his eyes to run down France’s body. It was different to his own. France, for one, had hair across his chest, trailing down to his penis (which Russia couldn’t help but feel rather intimidated by). His own chest was bare but it was by choice. He didn’t care for much body hair... France however, clearly liked to keep things natural.
France didn’t answer, instead he tapped the bed, inviting Russia over.
He hesitated as he took a seat again and allowed France to straddle him. He once again watched as France made his way down his body with his lips, kissing every part of flesh on his torso, nipping the skin; teasing it, making sure to leave his mark before he travelled further south. This time, he flipped open the button on the trousers before he tugged the zipper down.
He was hard again. It hadn’t taken much. France nuzzling his neck had been enough to arouse him. It made him blush something chronic but by the noise France made as he fondled him, he didn’t seem to mind how easily he was turned on.
“Why do you like me?” Russia asked as France pulled down his trousers slightly, leaving them halfway down his hips as he looked up.
“You’re a very interesting person. You’re different,” He started, smiling at Russia before he went back to what he was doing, relieved that Russia wasn’t stopping him. Throwing the trousers off the bed, he raised Russia’s legs in the air and placed them on his shoulders. Turning his head and kissing both ankles momentarily, he continued speaking, moving his lips down each leg. “You’re intelligent. You’re attractive and incredibly sexy, not that you’d believe it.” He paused at Russia’s knees, sliding his fingers through the creases in the legs and brushing his fingertips against the sensitive skin behind the knees. “You’re the most fascinating person I have ever encountered and I am infatuated with you.”
Russia let out a long moan as France’s lips stopped at his inner thighs. He could feel breath on his crotch, sending his body temperature soaring. He wanted more; he wanted it all but France was taking his time.
“My Russia, your skin is so hot...” France drawled, running his fingers along the waistband of Russia’s boxers. “Are you hot?”
“N-No...” Russia lied, raising his hand to his mouth. He couldn’t bare to look down at France. His mouth was so close to his erection. He could feel the other man’s chin brush against his balls as he spoke; the stubble on his face prickling through the thin fabric of his underwear. He didn’t want to find such a simple thing arousing but his body wouldn’t stop reacting to the most basic of actions.
“So Russia doesn’t want me to remove these?” He asked, pinging the waistband, purposely moving his face forward to his nose brushed against Russia’s cock as he spoke again.
Russia narrowed his eyes. France was mocking him but he couldn’t bring himself to shout at the other man. He was too aroused to do anything but whimper a simple “Please...” He gasped, unable to suppress another moan as he felt the cold night air on his hot lower extremities so suddenly as France removed his boxers.
He waited to feel something around his dick. A hand; a mouth. Instead, he got neither. Feeling impatient, he looked down at the other man, only to see him nestled between his legs with a small tube and packet. He couldn't even remember France getting them out... but then everything that had passed was already turning into such a blur.
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 11/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)“Just some lubricant and a condom. I don’t know what you may have heard about me but I do not find pain or disease sexy,” he said bluntly before he dipped his head down to kiss Russia’s thigh as he added another finger, but found himself not moving them as he arched an eyebrow with concern. “Are you okay?”
Russia nodded, whimpering as France’s fingers nudged into him. “Hurts a little...” He said with the smallest voice. Part of him wanted to clamp his legs together and run away but he truly wanted France to just get on with it. He didn’t care if it would hurt. He wanted it over and done with so he could deal with the consequences. He had to know if he was truly just another toy for France to discard once he was done. “Keep going.”
To Russia’s relief, France didn’t say anything further. Instead, he continued stretching him out, gently spreading his fingers for what felt like an eternity until he curled his digits and brushed against something Russia hadn’t even known about until now. He found himself letting out a noise he never thought would pass through his lips. A noise of pure lust; a wanton moan that forced France to press into the spot again.
“Ah, Russia likes that...” France muttered, placing another kiss to his inner thigh. “It is to be expected.”
Russia felt his entire body heat up with embarrassment as he tried to muffle his own voice with his scarf.
“P-please, I want more.”
“You’re not ready ye-” His voice was cut off as Russia pulled his body up from the bed and grabbed the condom from his hand. “Do you know how to put one of those on another person?” He said with a slightly condescending tone.
“Y-Yes!” Russia stammered, staring down at the small foil packet as he knelt in front of France. Fumbling with it, he tore the packet open and tried to ignore France’s chuckle as the rubber ring flew into the air and landed on his own head.
With a slight pout, he grabbed the condom and tried to recall how they had done it in pornographic films he had seen. He gazed down at France’s erection, swallowing hard as he balanced it on the tip, only to hear a quiet “Other way” from the blonde.
Blushing furiously, he flipped it over, holding the tip as he rolled it down France’s shaft, intimidated as it barely reached the bottom. He wasn’t sure how well such things were supposed to fit and he found the lubricated item to be slightly amusing, but that didn’t help his body from tensing up at the mere thought of being fucked by what was inside it.
“How do you want to do this? Would you prefer to lie down... or do you want to be on all fours?”
“Don’t be vile. Do you see me as some sort of dog? Don’t you want to see me or something? Do you really see me as a piece of meat to stick your dick in?” Russia snapped, glaring at France for a moment as he allowed his own insecurities to flood from his mouth so suddenly.
“Hey hey... My love, please be calm. I was simply asking for your own comfort. Of course I want to see your face,” he paused, placing his hands on Russia's chest. “Your body...”
Russia cleaned his throat before he shuffled forward and straddled France, sitting in his lap. He could feel France's cock slide between his cheeks as he shifted himself. “Want to do it like this,” he said as he sat up a little.
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 12/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)“P-Please, stop lying to me,” Russia said quietly, turning his face to the side. The words France continued to say made his heart ache. Although his mind told him France’s words were false, his heart believed every little thing he said.
France shook his head, taking hold of both of Russia’s arms, placing them above his head and holding them in place with one hand as he allowed his other to trail down Russia’s body. “My words are true. Please believe me,” he said as he wrapped his hand around Russia’s erection, gently stroking it as he started to slowly thrust his hips.
Russia’s eyes snapped open as he felt pleasure rush through his body from the feelings. He didn’t make any move to pull his arms from France’s grasp. Instead, he looked down at France’s skilled hand as it worked his cock. It felt different to before. Even though it was the same thing, all he felt now was sheer euphoria as France continued to move.
He glanced up at the blonde’s face and his felt his body shudder. His expression was divine. Concentration was apparent as he continued his ministrations. The way he furrowed his brow; the way his tongue darted out to moisten his own lips. He was ignoring the sweat dripping down his face. Ignoring the hair poking into his eyes. Instead, he was paying all his attention to Russia.
His mind suddenly let up and allowed his heart to take over. Reason and logic finally kicked in and batted away his insecurities. A man who only wanted him as another name on a list wouldn’t work so hard, would he? His mind had been saying yes all along but now, it only told him that France’s words and actions were true.
“I-I...” Russia panted, biting his own lip for a moment as he felt the onset of his own orgasm. “I believe you,” he said with a shaky voice, his body quivering as he felt France move inside him faster; the pace making his breath hitch as he tried to breathe.
He couldn’t stop his body from moving at the same pace, his own hips thrusting up into France’s hand, meeting France’s own movements as he lowered them again. He slid his arms out of France’s grasp, moaning loudly as that hand immediately found its way onto his chest, pinching his nipples playfully. He looked up at the other man, unable to stop himself from smiling as he saw a smirk grow on his face.
“Does it... feel good?” France asked, quickening the pace with his hand.
“A-Amazing,” Russia replied with a moan, clutching at the sheets underneath him. “I want to...Want to...” He panted.
“Want to come?”
Russia nodded fervently, unable to stop his body from trembling as he felt ecstasy coarse through his veins for that one moment; that moment of rhapsody as he closed his eyes. France had adjusted his position just in time, jabbing into his most sensitive spot over and over as he rode out his own orgasm, his body shaking as he let out a long groan.
His body suddenly felt so numb, but he could still feel pleasure from France’s movements as he tried to seek his own climax. He wanted to help, but he couldn’t move. Instead, all he could do was lie there as France let go of his cock and gripped onto his hips. He wasn’t sure if France had suddenly got rougher or if his body was just overly tender now but the sight of France pounding into him, concentrating only on his own pleasure now was enough to make every inch of himself tingle.
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 13/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)“It’s okay to come, you don’t have to prove your stamina to me,” he mumbled between kisses, allowing his tongue to delve inside France’s mouth. This was the first time he had taken control of a kiss and all he could do was imitate what France did, teasing the other man’s tongue; gentle massaging it with all the energy he could muster.
Russia felt a shock of pain as France dug his fingers into his sides, stopping the kiss to flop his head down onto Russia’s chest as he jabbed shallowly inside a few more times before he completely allowed his body to fall down. Had he finished? He had stopped moving but remained inside him.
He didn't move. Instead, he simply lay there atop Russia, panting heavily, uttering several French phrases Russia failed to understand.
“Do you mind getting off me for a moment?” Russia grumbled, trying to push the blonde off him only to fail miserably as his body refused to give him any strength.
“Don’t want to,” France mumbled as he nuzzled Russia’s neck, still euphoric from his own orgasm.
“Please get off me,” Russia said flatly, squirming under France. He didn’t know what the etiquette was concerning post-coital activities. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to stay or leave. He wasn’t sure if they were supposed to talk about it or never mention it.
“Don’t be grumpy Russia, I just want to be in you a little longer. You’re divine,” he uttered, tilting his head to the side to watch his finger as he traced invisible patterns on Russia’s chest.
“France, I’m asking you to get off me... and get out of me too.” He was embarrassed by what they had done but happy at the same time. His heart was pounding and he wanted to say so much, but all he could do was tell France to get off him. He felt rude, but he couldn't think of what to say. He wasn't good with words at the best of times.
He let out a low groan as he finally felt France withdraw from him. His body was still throbbing and without France on top of him, he could see his limbs shaking slightly.
“I’m cold,” he said softly, turning over to face France as he settled down beside him. He gazed into the other man's eyes, his heart jumping as France smiled at him and shuffled forward before he kissed him gently on the lips.
Without speaking though, France took Russia into his arms and pulled him closer, holding him tightly as they both drifted off to sleep.
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)He turned over, expecting France to be there but instead, all he found was an empty spot. A cold empty spot.
How long had he been alone?
“France?”
He sat up slightly, clutching the sheet to his chest. France was gone. He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“Of course he’s gone, why wouldn’t he be?” He mumbled, sliding under the sheets. He was ashamed of how he had actually allowed himself to believe France lies. He had heard so many bad things about France and he had taken them all in...his mind had convinced him fully that France was not one to be trusted yet he had let his heart take over; let his heart lead him into bed with France and now he had given up the one last pure thing about himself.
He was just another notch on France’s bedpost now. Another experience he would be able to gloat about, or perhaps not. Rubbing his face into the pillow, he allowed memories of the previous night flash before his eyes. He doubted France would be gloating about it any time soon. He wasn’t as attractive as any of France’s previous conquests; his body wasn’t as toned; wasn’t as lean... He had no one feature that would set him apart from any of the other people France had shared his bed with.
But to him, France would always be there in his mind; in his heart. He would always be the one and as he felt his heart ache slightly, he would be his last. He had made a mistake and he would not repeat it again.
“I’m such an idiot,” he said as he bashed the pillow with his fist.
“And why is that, beautiful?” a voice chimed in and he felt the bed dip down. “I happen to think you are very intelligent.”
Russia scrambled around and sat up, blinking hard. “W-What are you doing here?”
France frowned for a second. “...this is my house?” He said slowly, raising the tray he held in the air. “I made you breakfast. I made croissants, from scratch.” He winked, smiling as he placed the tray on Russia’s lap. “Also, jam from England. If it’s terrible, we can just throw it over the balcony.”
Russia almost drooled as the smell of the fresh croissants filled the air before him. Taking hold of one, he realised they were still warm. France had made them for him, with his own hands... he had gone out of his way just for him.
“They smell... nice.”
“They are nice. They’re fantastic actually. Why are you an idiot anyway?” France asked again, shuffling further onto the bed and sitting astride Russia. He took hold of one of the croissants, breaking a small part off and holding it up to Russia’s lips. “Why is Russia an idiot?”
Russia looked down at the bread France was holding out to him. “It’s nothing,” he uttered, opening his mouth as France pushed it into his mouth. As he chewed it, he stared at France. He hadn’t gone anywhere. He had just gone to cook breakfast for him.
“Nothing?” France asked again, opening the jar of jam and pushing his finger inside, sniffing the substance on the end of his finger for a moment. Running it along Russia’s lips, he bent forward and gently kissed him. “Tastes good. And the jam is quite tasty too.”
“I just thought... it’s nothing, really,” Russia insisted, licking his lips.
France shrugged, pressing his lips to Russia’s forehead before he climbed back off the bed and stretched. “If you’re not busy today and if you’re not fed up of my company by now, I was wondering if you would accompany me to a sunflower field for a picnic?”
Russia couldn’t help but smile at the suggestion. He had mentioned his penchant for the flowers on their first date, when their table at the restaurant had them in a vase. He couldn’t believe he had remembered and he tried to hide his excitement as France turned to face him, awaiting an answer to his question. In an instant, his insecurities about their relationship left his mind once again and this time, he knew they wouldn’t return.
“I would love to.”
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)Author! anon~
(Anonymous) 2010-09-08 12:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)-snorts- he says this even though he previously licked his cum. You's a smart one, france.
But other than that, wonderful fill~ I love submissive Russia.
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)GDI, kids, think of the ramifications of that kind of thinking for people, especially women. Not cool. T_T
Author! anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-08 12:15 am (UTC)(link)But thanks :3
OP Here
(Anonymous) 2010-09-07 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)I think not going into too much detail with the sex was a good choice. I love smut as much as the next fangirl (maybe more) but that wasn't what I wanted this to focus on. Once again, great job.
Author! anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-08 12:04 am (UTC)(link)Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-08 01:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2010-09-25 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)this whole fill just screams awesomeness. [s]i'm not even sure how much of the wetness i feel now is due to my period... wait, my period ended yesterday xP[/s]
y'know it never even crossed my mind that Frussia was possible, much less uke!Russia (i ship RoChu). now it's clear that anything is possible in Hetalia. god i love this fandom
*gives 9001 internets*
^^
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 14/14
(Anonymous) 2011-08-28 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)Not to forget to smut :D It satisfied me without any fetishes, yeah^^ Seriously, it was so well written!
And France was just wonderful^^ Yes It´s my OTP now...
Author!anon
(Anonymous) 2011-08-31 04:42 am (UTC)(link)