“I want to stay female.” Russia purred as she stepped closer to him. “I want to know what it feels like.”
“Ah-…uh…um…” America stuttered, his face turning pink as he edged away from Russia’s advances. “We can…uh…do that with you in male form you know-”
“We have already done that.” Russia took another step forward. “I want to try it as a female.”
“But-but-”
“And when we finish, I want to turn you into a female so you can experience it too.” Russia edged forward until America bumped into the back wall. Curling her fingers into America’s shirt, she pulled him close and glared for added affect. “We have less than two hours.”
“…ah…um…” America’s face was now crimson and spreading down his neck, something Russia hadn’t seen happen since the 1950s. “I…I…don’t…”
“What?” Russia frowned. “Do you not like females?”
“No-no-no!” America waved his hands and tried disentangling his shirt from Russia’s grip. “It’s not that!”
“Then what is it?” Russia kept her hands firmly clenched in America’s shirt and leaned closer to his face. “We have wasted enough time down here.”
“I just…are you sure you want to… as a girl…and then me…?”
“Yes.” Russia’s left eye started twitching. “What is the problem.”
“There’s no problem-!”
“Then we are going upstairs.”
Russia started forcefully dragging him through the room toward the stairs. America resisted every step of the way.
“But- just wait a minute-!”
“The longer we wait the less time I get to have you alone.”
“I know but-!”
“You ran three red lights earlier driving to your home.” Russia continued dragging him to the stairs. “And now I have to drag you-”
America finally grabbed Russia’s hand fisted in his shirt and tore it away, taking a chunk of fabric with it.
“I’ve never been with a woman before!” America exclaimed with a shout. He gasped suddenly, as if he’d been holding his breath and clenched his fingers into fists. “There! I said it!!”
Russia blinked and slowly turned around to stare at him in surprise. America crossed his arms over his chest and blushed crimson all the way up to his ears. Russia blinked at him, and slowly pointed to herself.
“You mean…then…I…?”
“Yes.”
“But-….but why-?”
“Why??” America gasped incredulously. “How am I-…it just happened that way, okay??” America continued after Russia didn’t immediately respond. “Fuck… if you want an explanation fine! I was raised by England and some of my first people were puritans! It just stuck with me and every time I-…I…” America sighed, relaxing somewhat as he raked a hand through his hair. “What kind of stupid question is that? Honestly…why-”
“I was not asking that.” Russia peered at him, frowning. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you?” America cocked an eyebrow at her and sent her a flat stare. “You really think I’d tell you I was a complete virgin? In the fifties? I didn’t want you thinking I was-”
“I would have gone slower.” Russia admitted, her voice muted. “I would have waited…and made sure it was not so painful.”
“Why are you so concerned about this?” America’s glare softened as surprise filtered into his face. “It’s not like it’s a big deal.”
“It is a big deal.” Russia insisted quietly, her stare turning distant. “Because when I was young, I never had the chance to ask… or decline.”
A breath caught in America’s throat, his eyes widening in realization.
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“Ah-…uh…um…” America stuttered, his face turning pink as he edged away from Russia’s advances. “We can…uh…do that with you in male form you know-”
“We have already done that.” Russia took another step forward. “I want to try it as a female.”
“But-but-”
“And when we finish, I want to turn you into a female so you can experience it too.” Russia edged forward until America bumped into the back wall. Curling her fingers into America’s shirt, she pulled him close and glared for added affect. “We have less than two hours.”
“…ah…um…” America’s face was now crimson and spreading down his neck, something Russia hadn’t seen happen since the 1950s. “I…I…don’t…”
“What?” Russia frowned. “Do you not like females?”
“No-no-no!” America waved his hands and tried disentangling his shirt from Russia’s grip. “It’s not that!”
“Then what is it?” Russia kept her hands firmly clenched in America’s shirt and leaned closer to his face. “We have wasted enough time down here.”
“I just…are you sure you want to… as a girl…and then me…?”
“Yes.” Russia’s left eye started twitching. “What is the problem.”
“There’s no problem-!”
“Then we are going upstairs.”
Russia started forcefully dragging him through the room toward the stairs. America resisted every step of the way.
“But- just wait a minute-!”
“The longer we wait the less time I get to have you alone.”
“I know but-!”
“You ran three red lights earlier driving to your home.” Russia continued dragging him to the stairs. “And now I have to drag you-”
America finally grabbed Russia’s hand fisted in his shirt and tore it away, taking a chunk of fabric with it.
“I’ve never been with a woman before!” America exclaimed with a shout. He gasped suddenly, as if he’d been holding his breath and clenched his fingers into fists. “There! I said it!!”
Russia blinked and slowly turned around to stare at him in surprise. America crossed his arms over his chest and blushed crimson all the way up to his ears. Russia blinked at him, and slowly pointed to herself.
“You mean…then…I…?”
“Yes.”
“But-….but why-?”
“Why??” America gasped incredulously. “How am I-…it just happened that way, okay??” America continued after Russia didn’t immediately respond. “Fuck… if you want an explanation fine! I was raised by England and some of my first people were puritans! It just stuck with me and every time I-…I…” America sighed, relaxing somewhat as he raked a hand through his hair. “What kind of stupid question is that? Honestly…why-”
“I was not asking that.” Russia peered at him, frowning. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you?” America cocked an eyebrow at her and sent her a flat stare. “You really think I’d tell you I was a complete virgin? In the fifties? I didn’t want you thinking I was-”
“I would have gone slower.” Russia admitted, her voice muted. “I would have waited…and made sure it was not so painful.”
“Why are you so concerned about this?” America’s glare softened as surprise filtered into his face. “It’s not like it’s a big deal.”
“It is a big deal.” Russia insisted quietly, her stare turning distant. “Because when I was young, I never had the chance to ask… or decline.”
A breath caught in America’s throat, his eyes widening in realization.