#rusame fics

[hellonerf]

i draw stupid things everyday, my love for bodyswap everyday

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

uuh can i get the rusame apology special to go? yes the one with no "sorry" pronounced, that's right. and fries.

[ironicorange]

for my friend Sasha <3

[vyborg]

ruscaname but it's just rusame in which canada is missing or dead and america's search for his brother permeates every atom of the relationship to an extent only russia would think to prepare for

[iamsebo]

a concept art for the sequel ep of my fic

wanna go see the fic ?

[wickedwanchii]

As I am once again consumed with thoughts about AmeRus and their relationship during the Cold War, I am reminded of an idea I had, a moment between the two of them.

They fought a lot, bickering constantly during the War, and of course, physical fights were not uncommon. But near the end of the War, perhaps at its most rockiest, it was then that Ivan said something during an argument that no doubt still lingers in the back of Alfred's mind to this day.

"You are Icarus, young and free, but far too careless and wild; a curse which shall inevitably be your doom. You fly too close to the sun, and one day...it shall be your downfall."

[dented-nado]

Anything Germany or Gerita related? Im sorry I dont have a clear idea i just am desperate for germany content lol

This may be *checks watch* …. Year(s) late, but here you go Anon… some pure Germany + Gerita get-together fluff <3

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He’d been scolded repeatedly at this point to ‘just make a move’. The issue was he had. Everyone had implied Italy may be interested in him… romantically, and encouraged him to ‘just go for it’!

Germany was beginning to feel like he was being made fun of. The times he had attempted to show any sort of romantic interest (after arguing with himself and his own fears for far too long), had honestly ended in disaster.

There was that first time on Valentine’s Day all those years ago… that had nearly sent him crawling in a hole to never return from…

He brother had very bluntly said “Just go right up to him and go ‘oi! Italy, you're going out with me now!’ Cut the shit and just demand what you want!”

He didn't’ like the forcefulness, but he supposed knowing Italy he’d scream and run if he hated the idea, so he had done it, he’d approached Italy after work, gathered up all his courage…

”O-Oi! Italy, You’re going out with me n-now! If that’s okay…”

Italy had jumped out of his skin but had agreed quickly. “AH okay!”

Germany was riding high until he realized he was once again on a ‘date’ and had no idea how to initiate ‘romance’. Italy was more of a romantic sort than he was, and yet their interactions were as platonic as ever.

They ended the evening as friends… as they had always been.

America had suggested “Do some huge super big gesture! So obvious and romantic there’s no way it could be interpreted as anything else!”

When asking for examples he had gotten “Make a super big feast, blast his favorite music, say something like ‘I can’t live without you!’”

So he had invited Italy over, tried his best to cook Mediterranean pasta, knowing Italy liked it… only for Feliciano to end up hovering, micromanaging, and then shooing him out of the kitchen, leaving Ludwig dejected in the dining room. He knew he should have just stuck with what he knew but he’d been told ‘cook your dates’ favorite food’ was a good mood. He should have known Feliciano was too particular about how certain things were cooked, as the evening ended up being flipped with Feliciano cooking for him instead. He’d remembered the last bit of advice after the meal he had spent pitying himself and blurted out…

”I can’t live without you!!”

Feliciano had looked up, stared at him… then quietly chuckled and took his wine glass away.

He hadn’t even drank that much… he liked beer a lot more anyway…

France had given him lines to read in French along with appearing with chocolates and good wine.

He ignored that advice completely.

No… he had decided this was a worthless endeavor. If Italy felt anything for him it would have ‘happened’ already, he was better off not ruining a good friendship with his foolish and annoying feelings that had surprised even himself. He seemed completely incapable of romance, and in his darker moments he suspected he was incapable of being loved in any romantic way.

—

Japan had honestly been trying to think how to get Italy and Germany to stop… hovering… around each other. It was as obvious to him as anyone that they had some sort of romantic feelings for each other, little glances between the two, the odd content smile from Ludwig in Feliciano’s presence, the way he’d notice Italy tracing his finger around the brim of a wine glass completely enamored with whatever Ludwig was talking about…

He’d been called a third wheel before, he didn’t quite feel that way himself but he also wished his two dear friends would stop torturing themselves over each other. Through a few conversations it was clear Ludwig had been trying to figure out how to ‘make a move’. He didn’t consider himself very romantic nor very intrested in it when it came to his own life… but to be honest, the advice he had overheard given to Ludwig was awful. Germany was just… himself, and expecting their own romantic successes to immediatly apply to him was a little insane. He understood where they were coming from, but still.

He had invited Ludwig out for a night out, he’d been meaning to see what the German thought of Japanese beer or sake anyway. They had lulled into a calm, just according to plan.

”Germany… your relationship with Italy…”

He noted how Germany froze mid drink, wide and sometimes terrifying blue eyes darting to him, he kept his gaze plain and non-judge mental, especially because he wasn’t judgemental at all.

“I think you shouldn’t give up just yet, I’ve heard you’ve wanted advice, but in the end, if you two are meant to join together, the only way you’ll be able to communicate your desire for a different kind of relationship is if you do it your way. No one else can tell you how to best show your care.” He said very straightforwardly.

Ludwig stared, and began fiddling with a napkin. “But I don’t… know how to…”

Japan hummed. “Mr. Germany, when you’ve noticed Italy is not ‘as sunny’, what is it you do?”

Germany blinked. “Er, well the last time that happened, I brought him some Kuchen I made and set up some blankets for him, he gets cold when he’s down…”

”You showed your affections naturally, without even thinking about it.” Japan said very firmly. “Now, you want to make it clear to Italy, that if he’s in agreement you’d like to be romantic with him. That is your goal. So you must do this with your own methods, no one else’s, otherwise the message will never come across, as it will not be your own.”

”That… Er… seems very wise. Do you have much experience??” Germany questioned, coughing a bit.

”Not personally, but think of it this way. America suggested a big romantic gesture, with the “I can’t live without you!” Line. That’s a purely Alfred move, you couldn’t imagine him doing anything else, so of course it worked for him with Ivan, because as much as Ivan claims to be irritated with Mr. America, in the end he finds the way he is endearing. For France, I’m almost certain that’s how him and Mr. England ‘make up’ every single time, and then of course your brother’s bluntness and boldness gets him far with those who like that personality trait.” He explained. “If you wind up truly rejected, it would be sad, but at least you would have true clarity because you asked your way.”

Ludwig considered Japan’s words, glancing down into his beer glass… downed the rest of it then nodded. “Thank you Japan… as always, your advice his appreciated.”

”….I would also like for you two to figure it out and be less distracted with each other during important business… We would be much more productive.”

”…Noted…”

——

This time, he had asked Italy if he could visit, and had prepared an Italian Cream Cake… in past he had lied about desserts he had provided, a bit embarrassed to admit he enjoyed baking as a hobby, but in recent years he had gotten over it at least a little bit, and he did want to take the risk and let Italy know he had specifically and meticulously made it for him, by himself.

Italy as always flung open his door to greet him. “Germaa-n-ieeee Ciao Ciao!!” He chirped, standing on his tip toes to kiss both of his cheeks to greet him. “Come in! It’s been too long since we could visit!”

Ludwig smiled slightly. “It’s been five days.”

”Too long!” Italy insisted with a grin as he pulled him inside. “Ooo! What sort of sweet have you brought this time Germany? You always bring such good ones.”

”I er…. I made this one, Italian Cream Cake, I’ve been practicing a bit.” Ludwig confessed, holding out the covered dish.

Feliciano’s eyes lit up. “You went through all that trouble! Ohhh just at a glance it looks beautiful! A work of art! Here! Let’s make it a centerpiece!”

Italy gently took the glass covered cake and set it in the middle of their dining table, Ludwig flushed but looked on proudly, he only hoped he’d achieved the taste and texture he wanted…

He joined Italy in the kitchen and helped with cleaning up as he always did as Feliciano served them up.

As particular as Italy was about food, there was no denying his instincts on flavor were masterful, he supposed Feliciano had much more time than he himself had to explore different flavors and types of food, and then France had even longer.

He paused as he took the first bite, noting Feliciano had included german sausage in his sauce rather than Italian… the meat from his home and the slow cooked carefully seasoned sauce from Italy blended beautifully, he made sure to praise Italy on the choice.

They ate, then cut the cake, he was nearly bombarded by compliments from Italy, and pleas to “please share more of your baking with me!!!” He felt light, cheerful, happy. It was domestic, almost, he was scared to ruin it. But even so…

He cleared his throat. “Italy, I wanted to… tell you something, and find out your opinion on it, so I hope you’ll take what I’m about to say very seriously…”

Italy sat up straight in his chair. “Of course Captain! I’m all ears!” He said with a salute and a bright grin.

Ludwig couldn’t help a soft smile before he folded his hands together and cleared his throat to be ‘serious’.

”You’ve been a very good friend to me for a very long time, we’ve had moments where we’ve been at odds with our understanding of each other, where I’ve pushed you too hard, when I’ve resisted your attempts to have me ‘relax’, but in the end your the only person I’ve ever been able to call a dear friend.”

Feliciano looked him up and down, eyes shining as he beamed. “Awwww Germany!! Your my dearest friend too!!”

Ludwig nodded firmly. “But that’s not all… It’s… taken me a very long time. I’ve felt… ashamed, honestly, of the way I’ve felt, our culture and bosses haven’t been exactly friendly to the sorts of things I’ve felt… to the way I am, so its been difficult for me to get to the point of true honestly.”

”Germany….” Italy began, almost standing from his chair, but Ludwig put a hand up, asking for Italy to hear him out.

”I know you’ve dealt with much of the same. But now… I must be honest, because… It kills me to be deceptive, especially with you. I’ve… …. I…..” Ludwig swallowed hard. No, he had to just say it, he could almost hear others laughing at him for being so serious, but this was serious. Italy meant a lot to him, so he’d treat it as such.

He inhaled sharply and began again. “I feel for you as more than a friend… I care for you, find myself wanting to do sappy romantic things with you even if I mess them up.” Ludwig avoided Italy’s gaze as he confessed, wringing his hands together in front of him. “So I have to ask you now… if you feel even remotely the same way… and if you don’t, our friendship means too much to me to ruin so if…!”

He was cut off by Italy suddenly grasping his sweaty clenched hands, and pressing his lips suddenly onto his. He was sure he didn’t look at all very attractive with his wide open and stunned eyes and stiff stunned lips… but Italy… Italy… Feliciano looked so beautiful he couldn’t look away, eyebrows furrowed, almost pained as if he’d been holding back, a close up view of his sun-kissed skin and freckles, and his closed eyes that seemed to twitch with dried tears. Finally he got himself to move and tried to give a kiss in return… before they finally parted and stared at each other.

Feliciano did tear up at that point and cupped Ludwig’s cheap. “Ludwig… my Ludwig… always so formal and direct and scared at the same time, I adore you so much! I just never thought… I thought that… maybe I was misreading things!”

Ludwig reached up, finally feeling free to do so and ran his hand along Feliciano’s face in return. “Do you know… how often I thought I was making a fool of myself trying to confess only to be rejected?”

”Huh??! Luddy! I was doing the same! I asked uncle France for help, my brother… even America!” Feliciano confessed in a panic. “I thought maybe I didn’t understand the right way to show you I liked you!”

Ludwig couldn’t help it, he started laughing, deep and bubbly. “I did the exact same thing, right down to a similar line of people!”

Feliciano joined in with laughing, and they wound up kissing in between giggles at the rediculousness of thier situation, before finally, they touched foreheads, and Italy’s deep honey gaze met ice blue.

Ludwig pulled Feliciano close to him, more content than he had ever been, having just laughed more than he had in his life.

”In the end… I’m glad we did it our way.”

Feliciano kissed the corner of his mouth in agreement. “I wouldn’t have understood any other way.”

[aph-america]

Inevitable Temptation: Chapter 2- A Step Closer

After years of bullying due to a disorder that leaves him infertile, Ivan swears to never marry an Alpha. But living in a society that leaves him with few freedoms, his father marries him off. His Alpha fiancé, Alfred F. Jones, is a charming fellow who seems to not have a reason to marry an omega like Ivan- or does he?

Knock Knock

“Hey! Ivan. Gotta surprise for you, meet me in the backyard.”

Ivan’s ears perked up to the statement. A whiff of sage hit his nose, stronger than yesterday. He shook his head to ignore it before he pondered. Still in his sleepwear, he changed into a simple pair of jeans and a turtleneck. Heading down the stairs of his new ‘home’, he went to the backdoor, leading him to the yard.

Looking ahead, he spotted a shirtless Alfred with a shovel, next to several rows of potted flowers. He pulled his scarf over his face as he came closer, entranced by the flowers.

“You like ‘em? I got them rushed over once you told me what you wanted yesterday. Was hoping that we could plant them today.” He flashed his bright smile.

Ivan blinked and grinned, overjoyed by the gift. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to appear too happy for the Alpha, so he held back his delight. Taking a deep breath, he stood up straight and looked around the yard. He pointed to an area that had plenty of sun. “I think a garden there would look nice, yes?” He told more so than asked.

Alfred nodded, an enthusiastic smile on his face. He pushed up his black sunglasses and started digging up the grass, without pause. Ivan kneeled next to the rows of flowers, inspecting their color and quality. Gentle fingers stroked the delicate petals. Ivan’s eyes traveled back to Alfred, watching him dig out the dirt. His gaze unable to pull away, he couldn’t help but take notice of his body. A built alpha, nothing new or surprising. However, the omega found himself watching the sweat drip down his chest and between his muscles. Almost in a daze, he snapped out of it by Alfred’s voice.

“I’m really glad ya’ like 'em!” He shouted in a happy tone, a proud grin on his face. He hadn’t noticed Ivan staring at him since he’d been hard at work pulling out grass for his crush's garden.

Ivan flinched, taking himself out of his daze. The hot sun covered up the flush that went to his cheeks. “Yes…Thank you…” He politely responded, attempting to not sound too impressed. His eyes flickered back to Alfred again. “I’m surprised an alpha like yourself is out here doing hard labor…I’d assume you would hire someone…”

Alfred snorted at the assumption. “What? You think ‘cause I got money I can’t get my hands dirty? I’m a country boy at heart. Pop’s always said an alpha who can’t handle shovels and some tools is an embarrassment…” He returned to digging.

"So you weren't spoiled as a child?" Ivan teased, prying to know more about Alfred's life.

"Nah. I'm what they call 'new money' is all. The cash didn't start rolling in until I was in high school. I wasn't raised to be a prissy alpha, who doesn't even know the basics of mounting." He snickered, wiping the sweat forming on his forehead.

“Prissy is not a trait I would associate with you.” Ivan replied, nodding. To Alfred’s defense, he appeared to not be completely helpless in terms of work, inside and outside the house. He had cooked for Ivan several times already. A kindness the omega had returned by making Alfred breakfast this morning.

Alfred boasted, offering a thumbs up, “Good! The traits I want you to associate with me are strong, handsome, an’ charming!”

Ivan could only roll his eyes. “More so, arrogant is a better word…”

Alfred pouted, bending down to clear out more grass. “You really think I’m arrogant? It’s something I’ve tried to work on about myself…” He confessed. Not feeling the need to hide his past with Ivan, he desired an emotional closeness that could only be achieved if he opened up as well.

Ivan could hear the sincerity in the alpha’s voice, a twinge of guilt settling in his mind. He didn’t like that this alpha had the ability to trigger such emotions. “... Maybe arrogant is a strong word. You are very confident, proud…Perhaps such confidence is a foreign concept to me.” Reeling back the criticism, Ivan glanced to the side.

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[atlas-atsus]

"Yet he stared at his lips, wanting desperately to infect Russia with that humanity."

[goldenstarprincesses]

Rusame peaked when the "daddy, can you pass the salt please" meme was trending

[unhetalia]

At work and REALLY can't find a fic I swear I read recently. It was cardverse, and Alfred was secretly an omega. Ivan was into him even before he figures it out. Arthur and Yao are there, and Arthur might be pretending to be an omega.

Does anyone know this fic? It was WIP.

[hellonerf]

ok i did lie besides that this week i've been looking hard for old fics and being crazy about caname where i wasn't able to draw because of some weird mind state. any caname i came up with was crazy miserable and i couldn't draw it because i was in that fog. 💔 i'm trying to work on a pmv rn and i kept failing to focus and looking for ame torture fic

[smuttyandabsurd]

Rocket Man (America x Russia)

Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia Pairing: America/Russia Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,987 Additional Tags: Accents, Blow Jobs, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Bribery, Corruption, Police, Police Uniforms, Power Imbalance, Power Play, Xenophobia

Summary: Ivan is stopped by a young blond (and not entirely unattractive) traffic cop, and foolishly attempts to bribe his way out of a ticket. Cop!AU.

I spent way too long writing this orz

Read it on AO3.

Ivan was not having a good start to his day. 

Traffic was sparse, but he was running late, and the last thing he needed was a cop stopping him. Shit! he thought at the wail of the siren, pulling over with a jerk of the wheel. “Shit!” he hissed out loud as his tumbler toppled over and spilled hot coffee down the side of his leg. As his car crunched to a halt, he pulled up the handbrake and reached over to right his tumbler, cursing softly now in Russian. 

A knock on the window, two sharp raps on the glass, startled him upright. 

An officer stood outside and motioned with his hand for him to wind down the window, which he dutifully did. The officer leaned over, one hand holding onto the roof of his car whilst the other rested nonchalantly close to his holstered pistol. He smacked his gum loudly as he peered down at Ivan through his aviator shades. 

“Do you know why I stopped you, sir?” he asked. He spoke with a long southern drawl, his voice low but betraying a surprising youth. Ivan hazarded that he could only be in his mid-20s at most. 

“No, officer,” he replied truthfully. “What seems to be the problem?” 

Despite himself, Ivan’s heart was skipping. He attempted to fix his face into one of mild bewilderment, but the sting of the hot coffee sticking to his pant leg twisted it into a grimace. The officer stared at him, his eyes hidden behind Ivan’s uncomfortable reflection.

“Licence and registration,” he drawled. 

Ivan patted down his chest only to realise he wasn’t wearing his suit jacket. It lay slung over his briefcase in the front passenger seat. “Um,” he said, suddenly conscious of his hands which he placed purposefully on the wheel. “My wallet is in my jacket. Do I have permission to retrieve it, sir?” 

There was a short pause as the officer stared at him, head slightly cocked to one side, as if considering whether Ivan was fucking with him or not. “I’ll grab it for ya,” he finally said, and without waiting for Ivan’s acquiescence he reached in. 

Ivan leaned back in his seat, the leather groaning under his weight as the officer stuck in his blond head and all but clambered through the window, stretching towards the passenger seat. His heart was racing at the sudden invasion of his personal space. This close to him, he could smell the officer’s aftershave and the mint of his gum. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant. His eyes darted towards the name tag on the officer’s chest which read ��Alfred F. Jones” – and, against his better judgement, he found himself transfixed to Alfred’s lightly tanned skin which peeked out from underneath his unfastened shirt collar. 

“Spilled your coffee?” Alfred said with a pointed look at the puddled mess all over Ivan’s console, breaking the latter man out of his guilty reverie. There was a tinkling lightness to the officer’s tone even as he leered, his lips curling into a gummy snarl, revealing rows of even and startlingly white teeth. 

Ivan let out a nervous laugh. “Yes sir,” he said, swallowing hard and hoping he hadn’t just been caught gawping.

The officer grabbed his jacket and backed out of the window. Ivan watched as the six-hundred-dollar Hugo Boss article was dropped onto the hood and dragged across the dust of the Nevadan desert as the officer rifled through his pockets. Gripping tight to the wheel, he wondered where he would have to go from here to get it dry cleaned.

Finally, the officer extracted his wallet. He unfolded it and flipped through its contents, leafing through multiple credit cards, a golf membership club card, an old outdated library card from a previous address… He stopped when he came across one of Ivan’s business cards. 

“Ivan Braginski, aerospace consultant,” he mumbled. He looked towards Ivan. “You some kind of a rocket scientist, mister?” 

Ivan nodded, smiling faintly. 

“No shit!” Alfred exclaimed with undisguised delight, sounding even more youthful in his excitement. “Man, I always wanted to be an astronaut myself! Like, as a kid, y’know? Course, ya gotta be super smart in school to go to space and all.” 

Ivan felt the tension was starting to melt between them, and he allowed himself to relax. “I merely consult in logistics and parts acquisition,” he said humbly. 

“Huh? Well, shame to have to pull you over for your blinkers then,” the officer said. All trace of friendliness disappeared along with his toothy smile. He had found Ivan’s driving licence, and he unpocketed his ticket book and pen from his breast pocket. “You’d think a smart science guy like you would know how to, uh, acquire some working parts for his fancy car and all.” 

Ivan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Officer,” he began without knowing what to say. 

As he watched Alfred scribble into his book, Ivan felt a wave of irritation wash over him. He was due to take his car into the garage, he had booked an appointment weeks beforehand and was due to go, just as soon as his business was finished. What rotten luck to be caught out on a freeway in the middle of nowhere by some hick traffic cop with something to prove! 

“Officer,” he started again, and Alfred looked up from his book this time. “I apologise for the broken taillight. I have an appointment to have it fixed, I can show you the receipt. I’m just in town for one night from out of state – and I would rather not have a ticket if you please.” 

Alfred stared at him, his eyes still shielded behind his shades, but he had stopped writing. 

“Do you think we could, uh, just settle it here, just between us?” Ivan expanded vaguely. 

Alfred kept staring, his pen still poised over the ticket. The silence stretched taut between them, and just as Ivan was beginning to regret his words, Alfred said slowly, “So you’re offering to bribe me, am I understanding you correctly?” 

Throwing all caution to the wind, Ivan let out the breath he had been holding and indicated towards his wallet which lay abandoned among its strewn contents on the hood of his car. 

“There’s cash in there, about $300. Please, it’s yours, sir, for your trouble.” 

With a snap, Alfred shut his ticket book. He bent down so his eyes were level with Ivan’s as he hissed, “Get out of the car.”

Ivan’s heart dropped. He knew he had been gambling on the potential that the situation would go south but he had not expected this reaction. Reluctantly, he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door. Alfred stepped back from the car, allowing Ivan to step out onto the road. 

“Right, on your knees.”

“Officer Jones, there’s really no need for all thi-” 

“I said, on your knees!” 

Slowly, Ivan crouched down, his hands raised palms up in a show of compliance. Once close to the ground, he folded his legs and knelt, suppressing a wince as the asphalt bit into his knees. He glanced warily up at Alfred. 

“You think you can bribe an officer of the law here, do ya? You goddamn Russki.” 

Alfred spat out his gum which landed horribly close to Ivan, making him flinch. 

“Well,” Alfred said as he pulled out a fresh stick of Wrigley’s Doublemint, “I don’t need your money, Russki, but as it turns out there is something you can do for me.” 

With a crunch of gravel underfoot, Alfred advanced on Ivan, tossing the small gum wrapper onto the ground. As he loomed over Ivan, he pushed his thumbs into the waistband of his trousers. The rest of his fingers pointed almost comically emphatically down towards his crotch. Ivan stared. 

Comprehension slowly dawned on him as Alfred started unbuckling his belt. Eyes widening, Ivan looked up for confirmation, but all he could see was his own apprehensive face staring straight back at him from those maddeningly mirrored shades. He looked back down as Alfred unfastened the fly of his pants and pulled his cock free. 

“Let’s just settle it here, just between us,” Alfred said, echoing Ivan’s words with an ironic smirk. 

With a stab of regret, all the cumulative events of the day that led to him coming to eye level with a cop’s dick hovering less than a foot from his face flashed across Ivan's mind’s eye. 

Swallowing his reluctance, Ivan opened his mouth, and he took in as much of Alfred as he could, letting his tongue slide wetly along the underside of the soft appendage. To his surprise, he heard a pleasured sigh escape the officer’s lips. Closing his lips around the shaft, he gave a hesitant bob of his head, and was rewarded with the sensation of Alfred’s cock hardening. 

“Oh fuck,” Alfred whispered hoarsely. 

Encouraged by Alfred’s reaction and eager to be done with the whole sordid affair, Ivan continued the bobbing motion. The officer’s cock slid wetly in and out of his lips, creating a host of sucking, slurping noises that seemed to crowd all other sounds out from his ears. He maintained a steady rhythm, his eyes closed as he breathed through his nose. Without realising it, he had brought his hands up to hold Alfred by his waist so as to steady himself as he serviced him. 

What felt like a small eternity of sucking off the rogue cop was abruptly broken as Alfred grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him in. Ivan’s yelp, both of surprise and pain, was swallowed by the involuntary gag he made as Alfred’s cock slammed into the back of his throat. To his horror, something hot flooded his mouth, coating his throat and tongue with an acrid bitter taste; spluttering, he attempted to pull back, but Alfred held tightly to him as he finished inside of him. 

“Fuck yeah!” Alfred moaned as Ivan choked on his dick, his nose pressed into Alfred’s groin as a mixture of drool and cum dribbled from his mouth and soaked into Alfred's pubic hair. 

When Alfred finally released his grip, Ivan doubled over and retched. A small puddle of saliva and semen formed on the black asphalt as his eyes watered and his stomach heaved. 

“Well, that’s fucking disgusting,” Alfred said airily, loudly snapping his gum as he zipped up his pants. 

Ivan spat at the ground and fished out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth with it, feeling utterly humiliated. Slowly, he staggered back up to his feet, his head bowed. He forced himself to make eye contact with his tormentor who looked completely unruffled. 

“Am I free to go?” he rasped. 

Alfred’s lips split into a mirthless grin, revealing rows of gleaming white teeth. 

“Sure, mister, you have yourself a nice day!” he said brightly, with all the muster of the south’s famed hospitality, but there was a mocking disingenuity to his tone.

Keeping a wary eye on Alfred, Ivan grabbed his jacket and wallet from the hood and slid back into his car, tossing his belongings haphazardly into the passenger seat as he closed the door behind him. He reached for his seatbelt, which was when he noticed that Alfred had his hand resting on the frame of his wound-down window. 

Suppressing a sigh, Ivan asked, “Is there something else, officer?” 

The scent of mint filled his nostrils as Alfred leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to him. His own mouth fell open in shock, and he felt Alfred’s tongue snake in and plunder him with a searing passion, pushing him back with a surprising display of strength. 

Then, just as suddenly, Alfred pulled back and straightened up. With a small wave, he turned towards his own car and sidled off, whistling cheerfully. 

Ivan closed his mouth and tasted the half-chewed gum Alfred had left behind as a souvenir.

[ironicorange]

for @aph-america :D

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Much to America's horror, Russia decides that the two of them are going to fall in love. And the more he fights it the stronger Russia's determination is to woo him, even if it means taking drastic measures...

Author: @alfredfjonesversustheworld

Note from submitter: I was obsessed with this ship in middle school and made a whole masterlist of all my favorites, and This was a big one.

[apollo-soyuz1975]

New rusame AND lietmano fic!! In which I take a 30 second scene from season 7 and make it a 3.5k fic where America exhausts himself into an intervention and also Lovino is a diaster bi.