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Anyone/America- genderbending

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America and Nation of your choice are wandering around America's house. They manage to land into Tony's room, and try out a genderbending ray. They then decide to take turns fucking each other's genderbend.

Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (1/??)

[(Anonymous)]

Request: America and Nation of your choice are wandering around America's house. They manage to land into Tony's room, and try out a genderbending ray. They then decide to take turns fucking each other's genderbend.

Pairings: Russia/America, America/Russia

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“Never enter my room unsupervised. Never touch anything.”

Those were the words Tony left with America when he disappeared for days at a time and returning with notebooks full of experimental information written down in that strange, alien language of his. Of course, it did nothing to sooth the burning curiosity he felt every single time he passed the basement door. His hands itched to open it and walk inside, but Tony’s words always warded him away. What if it was dangerous? What if something in there was toxic to humans? What if it was a really cool teleport machine like on star trek? Or a light saber from Star Wars? Or what if it was an Enchooka laser and he was secretly sending supplies to his home planet? Well, maybe not really an Enchooka laser…but that episode of Doctor Who was still cool. Regardless, he really didn’t like to dwell on it and instead tried focusing his attention on more important things.

Like keeping Russia from molesting him on the front porch.

America fumbled with the keys to his own front door while Russia slid his hands over his ass, squeezing each cheek with a delightful purr while sucking on his earlobe. America dropped the keys at the first squeeze, tore himself away from Russia to snatch the keys back up before Russia resumed his former position: pressing himself to America, hands firmly clenched in his ass and lavishing kisses on his neck. With both nations being incredibly busy, meetings and national crises of a varying degree, they finally managed to carve out an afternoon out of their schedules – after six months being separated from each other – under the pretense of improving international relations. Both bosses had merely sighed, shaking their heads at the obvious cover up, and waved them off.

“Damnit-” Growing frustrated, America finally kicked the door open, extracted himself from Russia’s wandering hands and stumbled inside, shutting the door as best as he could before shoving the hallway table against it. “-there. Now where was I-?”

Russia smashed their lips together in a violent kiss, their teeth cracking together, his tongue forcing its way into America’s mouth. His train of thought fading away, America drug his fingernails across his shoulder’s before circling his arms around Russia’s neck. The two stumbled down the hall, pressed up against a wall before shoving each other back off and resuming their halting, slow pace.

“Too long.” Russia’s husky, thickly accented voice managed to say in between kisses. “Not enough.”

America could only moan at the back of this throat in agreement and follow his lead down the hall, growing lost in the haze of pleasure and overwhelming feeling of having Russia here before him, touching him and kissing him, hearing his voice again after months of hearing it through his cellphone and seeing his face through video chat. Pressing one hand to his back, America ran his fingers over Russia’s scalp, raking them up and down before curling his fingers through the scarf wound around Russia's neck and grazing the pads of his fingers across the layers of scarred skin. Russia stiffened at the touch, then moaned deeply into their kiss and shoving America into the wall.

Only the wall suddenly gave way, hinges of the old basement door squeaking open. America lost his balance and fell backwards, the long set of stairs rushing up to his back, but before he crashed against them, a hand fisted in his shirt and jerked him back up; Russia gripped the door frame with one hand and pulled America to him with the other, his hand falling to his waist and circling around it. America gasped, both in surprise and from their previous heated activities.

“He always keeps this locked.”

Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (1b/??)

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Russia only blinked at him, a question resting in his gaze.

America turned back and found Tony’s basement in its full glory before him. His deep love of technology and useless gadgets temporarily overcoming his lust, he took Russia’s hand in his own and pulled him down the stairs.

“Tony never lets me down here.” America explained when they reached the bottom of the stairs. “He’s always afraid of me touching his stuff.”

“Then maybe we should leave?” Russia’s voice was till low and deep, the lustful huskiness lingering.

“I just want to look at something.” America walked up to a table and picked up a gadget that looked suspiciously like a gun.

“You are touching it.” Russia squeezed his hand and reminded him of their time constraints. “We only have two hours.”

“I know, I know~… I want to look at this.” America turned around and presented the gadget to Russia. “I wonder what this is.”

Russia sighed and reached for the gun. “What are you doing?”

America pulled away, frowning. “Nothing!”

“Just put it down.”

“I’m never allowed down here! Just five more minutes?”

“America…” The husky voice was gone, and replaced with Russia’s patented ‘If-you-don’t-stop-irritating-me-bad-things-are-going-to-happen’ voice. “Put it down.”

“Aren’t you curious about it too?”

“No.”

“Oh come on!” America’s eyes were pleading. “Don’t you want to know what it does?”

“No.” Russia’s violet eyes grew sharp and gleamed in the fluorescent lights. “I want to take you upstairs and have my way with you.”

“I just want to experiment with it.”

“First you wanted to look. Then you wanted to touch. Now you want to experiment?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“We have two hours.”

“That’s plenty of time!”

“Not for what I want to do with you.”

Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (1c/??)

[(Anonymous)]

“Just five more minutes!”

“No.”

“But-…”

Russia advanced on him and grabbed the gun. America jerked away in surprise and pulled the trigger. A bright, electric flash of blue light erupted from the laser and hit Russia squarely in the chest. Purple steam exploded from impact, flooding the room. America dropped the gun in surprise and fell to his knee’s at Russia’s side.

“Russia-Russia!” America shook his shoulders. “Shit- I’m so sorry! Say something, please!”

A grunt and then a wracking cough came. America slid his hands under him and helped him sit up. He frowned suddenly, and ran his hand across Russia’s back.

“Hey…did you lose weight? Not that I thought you were- ah-…over weight before!” The purple steam dissipated. “ You just…seem…uh….”

There, sitting on the floor was Russia. His hair was longer than his youngest sister’s. His body was tall, but curved. His chest now soft and enormously well endowed.

Russia was a woman.

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Smut due in future parts. If Reader-nons want to make any “suggestions” for the fic/smut, I’ll see if I can add it. Comments are love ♥♥

Re: Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (1c/??)

[(Anonymous)]

Look at what you've done Alfred! Should have heed Tony's warning but thank gosh you didn't otherwise we wouldn't have genderbending sex

haha, I can't wait to see how this all turns out. Please update soon!

Re: Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (1c/??)

[(Anonymous)]

OMG I love this set up already, and Tony's concerns (which just proved right, unless he left the door open to experiment for free, knowing his human host's curiosityXD). And yeah, the poor bosses, who aren't foooled for one momentXD

This Russia is so sexy and dominant! (and when he rescued America from falling down, for some reason it sounded very sexy, position and preventive action, drawing America closer by the waist~). America was being really sexy but then he turned five, lol. I can't wait to see the next update, author anon, this fic just went into my top three of the meme right now!

Re: Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (1c/??)

[(Anonymous)]

AHAHAHA YES.
This looks SO AWESOME. Looking forward to updates, omg.

Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (2a/??)

[(Anonymous)]

note: I had a hard time keeping track with the “his” and “her” distinctions, from all the gender switching going on Lol. If you see any mistakes, don’t hesitate to mention it!


“Ah…huh?”

Russia peered down at his newly developed chest -that would give his older sister a run for her money, America couldn’t help but add as he openly gawked at his- no, her! - breasts.

“You’re a-…a…” America stammered. “A woman??” He lifted the alien ray gun up from the floor to peer at it. “What the hell is this thing, and why does Tony have it? And in my basement??”

The thing was about the size of a large hang gun. The barrel was long with curved metal wrapped around it. The power source was in the handle, where the magazine might be on a normal hand-held weapon. A tiny switch was placed on the side with two color-coded settings. One was pink, the other was blue.

“This can change you back into a man! …I think.” He changed the setting from pink to blue, pointed it to Russia – who was currently groping his own chest in disbelief – and pulled the trigger. A blue laser exploded from the barrel and slammed into Russia’s busty chest, a purple cloud of steam exploded around them. Once the purple vapor dissipated, Russia was a man once more. “Haha!! It worked!”

Russia’s hands were still pressed to his chest, which was now utterly flat. America grinned down at the gun in his hands, trembling in excitement.

“This is so fucking cool.”

“A gun that can change your gender…instantly.” Russia finally pulled his hands away from his chest and leveled a narrow, calculating gaze at America. “I wonder if it will work on anyone else.”

“I bet it will!” America, oblivious to Russia’s advances, stared at the gun with a huge, thousand-watt smile plastered across his face. “Oh man this is so awesome. If Tony can make something like this, imagine what else he can-!”

Russia snatched the away gun from America.

“Hey!”

America lunged for it, but Russia changed the setting, pointed it at America and fired.

After the resulting explosion and cloud of steam cleared, a petite teenage girl sat before Russia. Her curly hair was shoulder length; her clothes loose and nearly falling off her frame, save for her bulging chest – which wasn’t nearly as impressive as Russia’s, but large enough to turn more than a few heads. Russia gazed at America and took in her new looks, a pink tinge dusting his cheeks. America glared at him and ground her teeth together.

Taking advantage of Russia’s intense stare, she tore the gun from his hands and fired it back at him.

“Hah!!” She accused, pointing a finger at the now female Russia that sat before her. “Take that!”

Russia frowned and lunged for the gun. America jumped away, changed the setting back to male, and fired it at her own chest, turning back into his familiar male body. After the steam cleared, America clutched at his head, his eyes wincing in pain.

“Damn… this thing gives you a headache after a few uses…”

Russia tore the gun from his hands during his moment of weakness and stepped away to peer at its construction. “It is different-” Russia stopped talking and touched her throat. “My voice…it’s…”

“You…kinda sound like Belarus…only…” America blinked at Russia. “Higher pitched?”

Russia sent him a dirty look at mentioning her obsessive little sister, and turned her focus back to the gun.

“This is interesting.” Russia turned her gaze back to America. “But it is not the reason why I came here.”

“That again?” America sighed, a wry grin spreading across his face as he remembered their steamy make-out session on the front porch. “You’re really determined to-”

“I want to stay this way.”

America’s train of thought came to a grinding halt.

“…huh?”

Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (2b/??)

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“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.

Re: Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (2b/??)

[(Anonymous)]

pfft America's GIRL SHY,,,AAAAAWWWW

Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (2c/??)

[(Anonymous)]

“I didn’t have a choice.” Russia’s eyes fell to the floor as she reached up to unconsciously clench the tail of her scarf that hid the layers of scars on her throat. “There was only pain.”

America opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Seconds passed before he reached across to enclose his hand around Russia’s, which still clenched at the scarf.

“Russia.” America sighed. “Let’s just lie down and relax…huh? I think both of us could use a break-”

Russia suddenly clenched her other hand around America’s. The distant look in her eyes melted into an angry, frustrated glare.

“It has been half a year.” Russia growled, her voice lowering as her accent grew thicker. “We finally get two hours, free from our bosses and duties…and you want to sleep?”

“But didn’t you just say-!”

“You want to, don’t you?” Russia asked. “I am not stupid. You have been staring at my chest ever since I changed.”

“It’s a little hard not to when it’s fucking huge and you’re not wearing a bra!”

Russia pulled her wrist up and peered at the time on her watch. “We have one hour and forty minutes now.”

“You really want to?” America asked again, his shyness coming back. “I mean… I-”

Russia leaned forward and kissed him. Curling her arms around his neck, she deepened the kiss and forced her tongue into his mouth, enjoying the surprised noise he made at the back of his throat. She pulled away after a moment. America stared at Russia, and slowly, shyly, nodded.

A tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, Russia grabbed his hand and dragged him upstairs to the bedroom.

Re: Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (2c/??)

[(Anonymous)]

I think I love your fill!
This surprising me 'cause I used to dislike genderbender, but I'm really glad, I've read this awesome fill.
You amazingly portayed their reaction for the revelation, and their interaction. Funny one one hand, tense on the other, all together is priceless.

Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (3a/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Note: Someone already knows who I am?? D: I must be getting bad at keeping myself anonymous on here, Lol But anyways, I’m not too sure about this, as I kept re-editing it and I’m still unhappy with it. Hopefully it meets your expectations? –hides–


Russia pulled America into the bedroom and pushed him to the bed. America sat on the edge of the mattress and gazed upward.

“Eager, huh?” A nervous smile blossomed across his face. “It has been a while…”

“Too long.”

Russia left the bedroom door open, adding to the thrill of experiencing sex as a different gender by giving a vague feeling of possibly getting caught, and stepped closer to America, her unbound breasts moving at the slightest movement. She placed her hands on the thick belt keeping her dress pants up, and threaded her fingers at the brass buckle. America seemed torn between keeping his eyes on her face to staring at her chest. The discovery of America having a boob fetish left her intrigued and Russia couldn’t help the smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. Uncurling her fingers from the belt, she trailed her fingertips up the smooth, rounded planes of her hips to her abdomen and finally reached up to cup each unbound globe of flesh.

“Have you always enjoyed the female breast?” Russia squeezed them for added emphasis. “Would you like to take a closer look?”

America blushed from his ears to his neck. “Do you have to…do that?”

“Do what?” Russia pressed them together.

“That!” America’s face burned.

Peeling her left hand from her left breast, she reached forward and grasped America’s right hand, pulled it away from his knee and pressed it to back to the breast. The teenager stared at his hand for a long moment, his hand limp and unmoving before something flashed through his gaze and the hand flexed, the fingers curling inward to squeeze the breast. America stared, utterly transfixed at how the globe of flesh looked and felt against his hand and squeezed again, missing the physical twitch on Russia’s face. It was just so…so soft and large… so very unlike the hardened, muscular planes of Russia’s male, barrel-chested self. Pressing his other hand to the opposite, neglected breast, he squeezed and played with them both, testing their size -spilling over his hands- and weight -not heavy, not light, but somewhere in-between- in his hands.

Russia let him play longer than she intended, as it somehow felt different with America touching her chest than when she did it. Another minute passed, and she finally decided she’d had enough of America’s incessant touching and squeezing of her mammary glands and reached up to the first button, tugging it free.

America froze, his hands pressed awkwardly to her chest before jerking them away in a sudden show of blundering bashfulness. Russia smirked at him, and plucked the next button free, enjoying the wide-eyed look of anticipation in America’s gaze, and slowly started on the remainder of the buttons, until the last one was tugged free. Her breasts now shown in their full glory, Russia let the shirt fall to the floor behind her.

America breathed and stared at Russia.

Russia stared back, un-amused.

“You act like you’ve never seen them before.”

“I’ve seen them!” America defended himself. “I just…don’t have much experience…”

Russia rolled her eyes, grabbed his hands and pressed them to each naked breast. America’s face blushed an even deeper red, something Russia wasn’t sure was healthy but appreciated the rare display all the same.

“They’re… so soft…” America admitted in a small, quiet voice.

Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (3b/?)

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He ran his fingers around them, cupping them once more in his hands to watch, in laughable fascination, as the milky white flesh spilled over his fingers. Taking advantage of America’s distraction, Russia took the liberty of unbuckling her belt, undoing his pants and kicking them to the floor, leaving her in nothing but red and black-trim boxer-briefs. America paused, and pulled his hands away, suddenly realizing how much time he was spending on playing with Russia’s newly developed chest. Russia chuckled softly at America’s display of inexperience and leaned forward to kiss him.

America melted into the kiss and parted his lips, letting Russia’s tongue enter his mouth to press against his own tongue, the two moving against each other as their lips pressed together. Finger’s touched his chest, hooked into his shirt and ripped it up and off his torso. Their kiss violently broken, Russia flung the offending article of clothing to the floor, planted her hands to his chest and shoved him into the bed. America landed heavily, the air rushing from his lungs in a gasping oof!.

“I have waited too long…” Russia purred, stalking on all fours up the bed until she flung a leg over his thighs. “To have you all to myself.”

“Didn’t like the phone sex?” America grinned at him, enjoying this aggressive, feminine-version of Russia. “At first you took forever to get ready but man…at the end there all I had to do was breathe into the phone and-”

Russia wrenched his pants open and jerked them off. America winced and clutched at his crotch protectively. “Careful! Geeze…not like I’m going anywhere…”

“I have less than two hours.” Russia reminded him once again while prying his hands away from his crotch. “To have my way with you.”

“Are you going to tie me up again?” America breathed in anticipation, gasping softly when Russia’s hands pressed to his engorged length. “And use that double-headed dildo on me?”

Russia curled her fingers into the waist band and tugged it down, freeing America from the confines of his underwear. “Next time…if you’re good.”

America’s face fell in disappointment.

“…but I’m always a good boy.”

Russia pressed a finger to the head of his length, rubbing it around before trailing it down the side, following a protruding vein. America shifted his hips and jerked them upward in search of more contact.

“Mother does not think so.” Russia leaned closer and let her breasts graze across America’s length. “So spoiled…”

America sucked in a breath at the feather-light touches and twisted his hips upward, desperately seeking release. Russia palmed his length, leaned forward and pressed her huge breasts to his throbbing length. Grasping either breast, she shifted America’s length in between them and pressed them together, rubbing and moving the soft, milky-white skin against his engorged length before Russia flicked her tongue across it.

“Ahh-“ America gasped, clenching his fingers into the sheets. “Oh-…warm…”

Russia hummed, flicking her tongue across it once more before pulling away and crawling up the bed to America’s face. Raising one leg, she straddled his face.

“Are you ready?” Russia purred at his red face before reaching down to spread herself. “Find it and maybe I’ll let you fuck me.”

“…It?” America gazed at up at him, his face burning red against the cool, pale skin of her thighs. “Oh, right. You mean…ah- that…”

Turning his gaze from Russia’s heaving, epically proportioned chest, -something I can definitely get used to-, he focused on the pink, glistening flesh of Russia’s spread female parts. It was the first time he’d truly been this close to a female’s…parts…and now Russia expected him to just find the buttons that made him -her, her!- tick in this new body. Reaching up, he threaded one hand up between Russia’s spread legs and touched the glistening pink flesh.

Nothing happened.

Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (3c/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Well fuck. He ran a finger down either side, unable to help marveling at this natural lubrication, and started acquainting himself with the intimate area female anatomy. Russia knelt above him, a bored look slowly settling in her face. This is so unfair. How the hell am I supposed to do this? Feeling a stab of failure, he started randomly poking and prodding at different places, shooting glancing looks to Russia’s face for any sign of change. Damnit- this is bullshit. I can take my truck apart and put it back together but I can’t find- Russia stiffened suddenly, a hissing breath sucked in-between her lips. Bingo. So…I just touch here and- Russia stilled again, a shudder of pleasure ran through her.

Feeling a surge of victory flush through him, America focused on that one spot and poked, rubbed, touched it incessantly. Within moments, the once cool, calm, collected Russia was turned into a twisting, breathless mess. Pressing a hand to the mattress for support, she reached down and pushed his fingers away. America peered up at her, confused for a moment before she moved back down to his waist. Lifting herself up, Russia gazed down at him and reached for America’s length, grasping it and aiming it upward.

“Ready?” She purred at him, her voice turning husky and heavily accented. “I get to take your virginity again…”

America nodded, and shifted his hips upward. Russia narrowed her eyes at his impatience, but lowered herself on him until she was fully seated. Both gasping at the mutual surge of pleasure, America reached up to clench Russia’s womanly, mature hips. It felt…different. Warmer- no… he couldn’t put a word to it. It was hot and wet…the muscles clenching him in different places… and suddenly Russia rolled her hips and America couldn’t think the differences anymore. The dance started slowly, Russia rolling and twisting her hips, causing America to plunge deep inside her at different angles and speeds, but soon America gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh, and the dance grew frenzied.

Russia planted her hands to America’s chest for leverage as he partially lifted her and jack-knifed his hips upward, plunging himself inside that wet heat. Gasps and moans filled the room, skin slapping against skin piercing the air, breathless whispers barely audible over the creaking of the bed frame, the squeaking of the mattress, the sweaty movement. Russia slammed herself down on him, pushing him deeper and deeper into the mattress until she froze, her spine arching, her eyes closing and lips parting in a silent ’o’. The hot, wet walls clutching him suddenly bore down and tightened around him like a vise; it was all it took to push him over the edge. A gasping shout tore itself from his throat as he released himself inside Russia, who was still shuddering and lazily rolling her hips against him. Leaning forward, she raised her hips just enough to allow him to pop out, and then collapsed to the bed, sliding off of America to lie beside him.

The two simply lay there and sucked down lung-fulls of oxygen for a long moment before Russia reached over to the nightstand where the alien ray gun lay, picked it up, pointed to her chest and fire. After the purple steam cleared, the male Russia lay beside America once more. It only took two seconds before America crossed the distance between to succumb to his guilty pleasure of post-coital cuddling, pressing a line of kisses up Russia’s defined collarbone, the dip in his neck, over his jaw and finally their lips met, and Russia allowed a moment of slow, lazy kissing. America couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire stab at his chest. Russia as a female might be lovely…but…it was the male Russia he’d come to hold feelings for. America hummed a sigh and kissed him again, enjoying the feel of Russia’s hard, muscular chest against his roaming hands.

The barrel of a gun was suddenly pressed to his temple.

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America stilled, and glared down at Russia. “…Already??”

“Da.”

“But we have over an hour-”

“We have to be standing in the office at four o’clock…” Russia reminded him once again. “Is rush hour traffic in your capitol not busy?”

Fuck. America glared at him, cursing at the precious few moments Russia allowed him to indulge in his guilty pleasure before ending it abruptly.

“Fine. Do it.”

Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (4a/?)

[(Anonymous)]

First off, I am SO sorry about the lateness of this! It’s a small update, but… hopefully the few reader-nons I had are still interested…? D:

“Fine. Do it.”

Russia pulled the trigger, sending a laser blast at her temple. A purple cloud of smoke and vapor exploded on impact, filling the room and sending America into a coughing fit. Once the smoke cleared, he found himself staring down at her naked chest. Her hair was longer, wavy and shoulder length, but still the same color from before. Lifting a hand from the mattress, she found it to be far smaller than before. Looking down beyond her budding chest, she found her body in general to be far more petite than her male form. Looking up, she found Russia staring at her.

A wave of nervousness filled her chest. She lifted her hands to cover herself. “Do you have to stare at me like that?”

“Can I not admire your female form?” Russia asked in return, his body feeling huge beside her smaller, petite frame. “As you admired mine?”

“Yeah, but…” America shifted on the bed, sitting up and crooking a leg beneath her. “It’s creepy.”

Russia set the gun on the bedside table and turned back to America. Slowly, carefully, he reached across the space between them, grasped her arms and pried them away.

“There. Much better.” Russia resumed his study of her female form, taking in every detail. Releasing on hand, he pressed a palm to her right breast and squeezed, pulling a soft gasp of surprise from her. “Feels good?”

America blushed, her cheeks turning cherry pink. Russia continued to play with America’s new chest, touching, feeling, squeezing and massaging her globes of flesh. Sighing at the soft, pleasurable feeling rushing through her, America leaned into the touch kissed him. Russia deepened the kiss, their breathes intermingling and tongues tasting each other before America broke away, trailing kisses down his jawline, passing his ear with a suckle of the lobe, licking and nipping the scarred skin of his neck.

His breath catching, Russia pulled one hand from America’s chest and moved it down her soft abdomen. Not to be outdone, he slid his fingers to the apex of her thighs, nudged them open and rubbed his fingers against her before spreading the flesh. America gasped and pulled away, not expecting the raw feeling of being on open display to shoot through her.

“Fuck.” America breathed and shifted away from him. “That…that feels…”

“Relax…” Russia whispered while kissing around the shell of her ear. “Just let it come.”

He really…seems experienced with women…

Not wanting to continue that thought, America inched her legs open a little more, her cheeks turning redder by the second. Russia fingers probed her for a moment, feeling and probing, watching for any strong reaction before continuing. The touches were…different from how it usually felt. Normally, Russia would merely close his hand around his length and pump it, thumbing the tip and knowing the exact moves and touches that sent America over the edge. But now he waited and watched, slowly moving forward. It was a new body, and the normal buttons were gone.

America gasped suddenly when his finger brushed against something sensitive.

“Wha-…was that…?” America breathed, clinging to Russia to keep herself from falling off the bed.

“Mmhmm…” A tiny smile of triumph tugged at Russia’s face. “Found it right…there.”

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He touched it again, sending another jolt of pleasure directly up her spine. America cried out, and gasped when Russia touched it again and again, poking it hesitantly at first before rubbing the pad of his index finger across it. A moan was torn from America’s throat as Russia slid away from the bed and knelt on the floor before her. Continuing his assault, he pulled her to him, drawing her closer to the edge, his broad shoulders forcing her legs further and further apart. America clung to the bed, clutching it and digging her fingers into the sheets for something to hold onto as a continuous wave of electric pleasure filled her. Leaning forward, Russia spread her open with his thumbs, stuck his tongue out from between his lips and flicked it at the super-sensitive area. The new feeling of his hot, wet tongue touching her tore a moan out from America’s throat before she collapsed back onto the bed.

“Oh god, oh god-” America gasped, moaning helplessly to the ceiling. “Right there, yes-”

A finger probed her opening before sliding inside her core with little resistance.

“Fuck-…”

America gasped a curse, her toes curling, her legs crossing around his head as the finger started pumping in rhythm with the flicking of his tongue.

“Don’t stop...”

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Russia continued to taste her, flicking and dragging his tongue over that tiny, ultra-sensitive nub of flesh while his index finger pumped inside that slick, tight channel at the apex of her thighs. She gasped and moaned loudly, trembling with each new shock of pleasure as it reverberated through her entire body. Russia’s tongue left the nub abruptly, his head pulled back slightly. Another finger soon joined the first, it pushed inside slowly at first, pulled out and pushed in once more. Prying her fingers from the torn bed sheets, she reached down and threaded her fingers through Russia’s hair.

Russia’s violet gaze turned to America’s face, watching him while he pumped the two fingers inside her. He scissored them suddenly, and America held her breath as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Liking America’s reaction, Russia turned back to her parts, and added yet another finger. The tight feeling came back, only it was stronger. America forced herself to relax despite the physical wince that tugged at her features.

Russia, not seeing the wince, pumped his fingers into the wet channel once more, taking it slow and easy.

It continued like this for a while. Russia pumping and stretching her while periodically returning to taste her once more. America lay back on the bed, enjoying the longer foreplay. Normally they never spent this much time preparing, especially if they hadn’t seen each other for a long time. It was all very quick and rough, painful and pleasurable all at once. They would curse and tease each other at how quickly they climaxed, but after it was all done they would lay directly next to each other, America being a shameless cuddler, and simply enjoy each other presence. But this…stretching foreplay out and taking much more time than normal to prepare…

America couldn’t help but feel endeared at Russia’s attempts to give him a good first time as a female.

Sitting up, America gently pushed Russia away. Russia glanced at her, confusion filling him. Smiling, she tugged him upward in a silent request. Russia stood, revealing his half-hard length hanging hugely between his legs.

Without any tact or smooth acting, America grabbed his length and pumped it. Russia gasped at the sudden sensation, but did nothing to stop her. America, grinning now, leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the base of it. Sticking her tongue out, she slowly licked upward, kissing it again periodically before reaching the head. Swirling her tongue around it as if it were some delicious popsicle (something America loved to tease Ivan with at certain world meetings), she opened her mouth and slid his huge girth inside, unable to help scraping her teeth against him as America’s female mouth didn’t seem to open as wide as his male self.

A soft, breathy noise came from Russia. His hands rose to touch America’s shoulders, one pushing the hair from her face as she pulled back and pushed him back inside her mouth. His length moving inside, America relaxed her throat and urged him deeper, taking him further and further into her mouth until she came to her female body’s physical limit. Pulling away, she breathed and licked him again, enjoying the salty, musky taste before pushing the head in-between her lips and suckling gently.

Russia moaned outright, his snow-white face growing flushed at the attentions America administered on him.

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America pulled away and raised her gaze to Russia’s blushing face. …He is so fucking cute.

Keeping that little embarrassing thought to herself, America closed a hand on his hip and tugged him closer, opening her legs to him.

“Well?” America asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “I’m waiting.”

“So impatient.”

Russia grasped either thigh and pushed her away from the edge, giving room to place one knee on the edge of the mattress. Grasping himself, Russia pressed the head to her opening and rubbed it against her, smearing the natural lubrication over the tip before gently nudging it inside. America gasped at the super-tight feeling and pressed a hand to Russia’s lower abdomen. Halting, Russia waited and peered at America’s face.

“Sorry it’s just-” America tried forcing herself to relax. “You’re…really fucking big for this little body.”

Russia merely waited in silence, studying America’s face for a long moment before pushing forward again. America winced and bit her lower lip at the painful, stretching sensation. Russia pushed forward more, but fell away and leaned to the right, reaching to the nightstand. America peered at him in confusion.

“…Lube?” America raised an eyebrow at him. “Aren’t I wet enough?? You’ve only been preparing me for half an hour now-”

“Shh.” Russia uncapped the bottle and poured some in his hand. He let it sit a moment before smearing it over his throbbing length. “This new body is not experienced.”

“But-…” America frowned. “I didn’t spend near as long preparing for you? Did it…did I hurt you?”

“I was an older, mature woman.” A tiny smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You are a tiny, petite teenager.”

“I’m not tiny…” America protested as Russia stepped closer and realigned himself with America’s slick opening. “I’m average. I’m not freakishly tall and grotesquely huge and-”

Air rushed from America’s lungs as Russia jack-knifed his hips forward, pushing his length deep inside, fully seating himself in the hot, wet heat. Lip’s parting in a tiny ’o’, America remembered how to breathe again.

“Holy shit…” America pressed an arm to the bed to keep her sitting up. “Fuck your big.”

Having waited long enough, Russia pulled his hips back and pumped them forward, keeping the pace slow and steady. Holding her breath at the oddly pleasurable feeling of being impaled and filled to the brim before it left her empty, and then returned again. It felt so…good yet…it was so vastly different from how it felt the other way. America couldn’t really say anything about the differences between the two, save for a low moan. His arm giving out, he fell back to the bed just as Russia pressed forward, changing the angle as he seated himself deep inside her. America gasped at the change and dug her fingers into the already torn sheets, causing the muscles surrounding Russia to tighten suddenly.

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Russia gasped, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of America’s thighs before he resumed the pace.

“Ohh-…oh-oh-” America panted, mouth hanging open, face red. “-god…”

Russia’s steady pumping quickened, almost as if he liked America’s enthusiastic response, and tightened his grip on her thighs. Changing position, he nudged her further into the bed, so he could kneel comfortably between America’s legs. Pushing one leg up and pressing it to America’s torso, he resumed impaling himself inside America. Breathing roughly, sweat dripping down his neck, Russia jack-knifed his hips forward and back, forward and back, over and over and over again.

“Ah! Fuck-” America cursed, panting and wanting that place deep inside to be touched and rubbed again and again, the feeling of being filled nearly overwhelming. His male body never felt this raw need, only mind-numbing pleasure that throbbed in his veins. “More- harder-”

A breathless moan sounded from her throat. Russia gave into her demands and more, grunting and groaning at the wet, slick nearly violent action between them. Breathless, wanton sounds reverberated off the walls and filled the room, the harsh slap of skin striking skin, the gasping whispers – one in English, the other in Russian, both so far gone they no longer heard words but the guttural sounds and infliction placed on each syllable – the mattress sunk down with each thrust, the headboard struck the wall with a clack at each squeak, until finally the barely controlled pace lost it rhythm, and Russia pounded mercilessly into America until she cried out in a loud, moaning climax. Russia was not long after, as he was squeezed and sucked in until he could no longer hold himself back, and he came in his soft, quiet, gasping way.

Russia lay on top of America, his arms pressed to the mattress on either side so he kept himself from crushing America. Both merely laid there on the bed, reveling in the exhaustive yet wonderful post coital bliss. Relaxation and the raw feeling of being fully sated filled them both. Coming down from her high, America shifted under Russia’s large body.

Russia only grunted and rolled away, sliding out from inside America. The two lay there in silence for a long moment before America raised a hand and slapped it on Russia’s chest.

“Mmn?” Russia sighed, eyelids sliding closed.

“Don’t fall asleep.” America muttered and reached for the gun laying at the end table. “Get the gun for me?”

Russia made a sound of acknowledgement at the back of his throat and reached for it, his hand fumbling for a moment before landing on it. Grasping it, he lifted it and plunked it on America’s belly. America lifted the gun, changed the setting to male, pointed it to her chest and fired.

Nothing happened.

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America stared at the gun, eyes wide and mouth dropping open in shock. Alarm surged through her. Sitting up she pulled the trigger again and again.

Still, nothing happened. The familiar blast of the purple laser was gone.

Now wide awake, she turned to Russia and shoved at his chest. “Wake up!”

Russia growled and rolled over, his eyebrows screwing together in annoyance.

“Fucking wake up!” America grabbed his shoulder and shook him. “This gun ain’t working anymore!”

A snore answered her.

Anger flooding her chest, she leaned down, pressed her lips to his ear and in the creepiest voice she could manage, whispered:

“Brother~ Let’s get married, married, married-!”

Russia’s eyes flew open and he jerked away, crying out in a gasp of fear while he frantically tried to cover his nakedness. A second passed, and then another before his look of fear melted into anger.

“America-” Russia growled.

“This gun doesn’t work anymore!” America interrupted with a shout. “Look!”

She pointed it at her head and pulled the trigger multiple times with zero effect.

“What the fuck am I gonna do??” America waved the gun in the air, panic settling in her voice. “I can’t show up to the meeting later looking like this!” She waved the gun at her chest, her breasts jiggling softly from the movement.

Russia blinked at her and let his eyes fall to her chest for a moment, unable to help himself.

“Eyes up here!” America seethed, pointing to her face.

Russia snapped his eyes back to her face, his previous anger slipping into an irritatingly level of calm.

“Can’t you get Tony to fix it?”

“I don’t know where he is!”

“You can’t call him?”

“I can’t!” America clenched the gun in a trembling grip. “He could be on fucking Mar’s for all I know!”

“Then there is nothing you can do.”

“What?” America gaped at him. “I can’t just show up as a female! What if my states find out? What if Canada or Mexico find out? Fuck anyone could find out! It’s a fucking dinner and-”

“Call in sick. I will go.”

“…But Russia they know about us-”

“Tell them you have food poisoning from something you ate.” Russia’s eyes lit up. “Or~… tell them you ate something from England. They will believe that.”

America raised an eyebrow. What is with him and England? I swear ever since we got together…

“Okay so I call in sick but-…I dunno when Tony will get back!” America reasoned. “I can’t stay as a female forever.”

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“Maybe it wears off. This can’t be permanent.” Russia reasoned. “…Are you sure Tony doesn’t have a number you can reach him by?”

“Yeah but…but he said it was only to be used for emergencies.”

“…and this isn’t an emergency?”

“He said an end-of-the-world emergency-” America stopped herself, angry realization filling her. “You know what? Fuck it. This is an emergency.” Reaching across Russia, America grasped the phone, jabbed a series of numbers into the numerical pad and pressed the phone to her ear. “Come on, come on pick up-”

“I thought I told you never to call this number unless the world was ending!” Tony’s irate voice came through the speaker. “I’m in the middle of a astro-physics experiment on the genetic tissue of-”

“I went into your basement, used this genderbending gun!” America shouted. “And after using it, it doesn’t work! I’m stuck as a girl!”

Tony went silence for three seconds before sighing.

“Fuck.” Tony growled. “The gender change is temporary. Should take 24 hours for the physical changes to wear off. Will cause drowsiness, nausea and bleeding from the nose.”

“What-?”

“Drink plenty of fluids and don’t go anywhere.”

“Hey wait-!”

The line went dead.

America pulled the phone away from her ear, glared at it for a moment before slamming it back to the cradle.

“He said it’d wear off in 24 hours.” She glanced to Russia. “…Now what do we do?”

Russia peered at her for a long moment before reaching for the phone. Dialing a number, he pressed it to his ear and spoke a string of Russia. America tried making sense of it, but the words came to quickly for America to separate them in her mind. After a minute, Russia clicked the phone off and placed it in its cradle.

“What did you do?” America asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Who was that?”

“The problem is solved.”

“…What?” America gaped. “How??”

“I told my boss we would not make it to the dinner tonight, or to anything tomorrow.”

“…And he was okay with this??”

“No. But he expected this to happen.” Russia smirked. “He will tell your boss that you are…incapacitated and unable to…ah… speak. Right now.”

“Incompacitated? Unable to speak??” America parroted, her eyebrows rising into her hairline in surprise. “Do you have any idea how bad that sounds?”

“I am sure your boss has heard worse excuses.”

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“Not this boss!” America exclaimed, cheeks turning beet red. “I’ve been trying to be good!”

Russia lay back on the bed, sickeningly sweet smile firmly in place. “Then I am sure he has heard the stories.”

“Just because he’s heard of them doesn’t make this better!” America felt her chest growing tight with embarrassment. Fuck, why do my emotions feel so much more…heightened in this body?

Russia curled an arm around her waist and pulled her down, flush against his barrel-chest. “Shhh~” His fingers grazed over her spine. “Now we have even more time to make up for the long absence.”

…Guess I might as well relax. I’ll probably get lectured and have my vacation docked after this but… America curled around Russia, pressing her chest against him. …It’s nice to just lay here with him.

Russia sighed in contentment, reached for a pillow and stuffed it under his neck, punching it once, twice before relaxing in satisfaction. America pressed her head to the crook of his shoulder, right arm and leg flung around him. The two simply lay in silence for a long while, breathing and enjoying the rare moment of relaxation they were able to steal.

“But…” Russia started, and with a shifting of his arm, leaned his head down to America’s. “This means we have more time.”

America’s eyes widened as her cheeks turned scarlet. “Uh…I dunno if I could…um…”

“I seem to remember you pleading for me to use the double dildo on you?”

“But that was when I was a guy!” America jerked away in embarrassment, sitting up to meet Russia’s half-lidded stare. “We couldn’t- um…”

Lavender eyes darkening to a lusty violet, Russia sat up and leaned forward, coming in close to America’s face.

“After six months, this little session was not nearly enough.”

America gaped at him, cheeks darkening in surprise. Russia smirked and leaned forward even further, pressing his lips to the shell of her ear.

“One end would go in you, and the other in me.” His breath caressed her skin, brushing through her wavy, shoulder length hair. “Say yes, America.”

America shivered in anticipation, gooseflesh spreading over her bare skin.

“…Yes.”



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x’D I hope you guys liked this…really weird fic. It was honestly just an excuse to write smut (with an attempt to throw plot in there…somewhere), so…I hope you all liked it?? I know I had fun writing it xD I would not be against writing an additional epilogue/sequel that shows the naughty, naughty details of what russia wants to do with america..um..yeah