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"Nmm... A-ah..." England moaned breathlessly, unable to focus enough to breath properly. He moved his hand to clasp behind America's neck as he let out a vulnerable whimper, "M-mm, hah..." He was heavily flushed from heat, though if he weren't he would have been blushing anyways.

Russia sat still still recording the 2. Russia froze, not hitting the phone. He though to himself. "Why would I do this to America, he loves me right?" Followed up by "Then what is he doing on top of that slut?" Russia hated himself for thinking like that. Still recorded, he didnt knoe rather or rather not to stop.

"Russia....this isn't right...you love him, no?" Finland said quietly "Please, stop doing this..." Finland was just in a step to split it all, but the fear consume him. "I love him, I...I can't do this..."

America kept glancing at Russia to see whether or not Finland was taking his affection seriously. He pulled England's cock out from the trousers and began to stroke it slow at first and then faster, while kissing and sucking on his neck

Russai said what he had though before. "I love him, if he loves me? Then why is he on top of that slut fucking him right now?" Russai wanted to lugh at the bitter irony of it all. Russia smield. "I shoudl be use to pain by now,right?" He said to finland.

England felt a twitch of pain as he watched America's eyes drift to Russia. "A-ah..." He gave a groan, and even to his own ears, he wasn't sure if it was his pleasure or desperate sadness towards the situation that produced it. "Mmm, hah~!" He closed his eyes, trying to block out the thoughts and let the sensations overtake him. "A-america~!"

"M-maybe he wants you to get...jealous... go and see what you can do, if you're not afraid of anything.." Finland said, "Maybe thuis is the best way to see what's wrong." Finland looked up America and England. "Maybe they need a 3 one, don't you think?"

America took his hand off of England member, his own member wanting to be released out of the jean restraint. And America grinned as he looked at England, "How about you ride me cowboy?"

Russia smiled calmly and watched them, "Him and America were over, and he accepted it, sitting there he watching his ex-boyfriend fuck England. I slow wave of depression washing over him. "And I though that he really did love me..." Russia said depressed. He lifted the camera up higher. Face icing over.

"Mmm.." England gave a throaty moan and nodded, "Y-yes..." He bit his lip, watching America through hooded eyes as he unzipped. "Nnn... fuck, America..." He breathed the words with a needy tone, looking at America with bright green eyes.

Russia kept his cold smile and leaned his head on finlands shoulder more. Russia didnt want to watch anymore, he colsed his eyes and kept the camera rolling. WAting for them to get it over with and so he could send the vidio to all the nations. He sighed and kept a cold tone when talking. "See?" He said to finland

America grinned still glancing over at Russia, trying not to make it noticeable. He loved England and wanted to so badly see what kind of expressions he would make riding him, but he like getting it in the ass too. He quickly helped England get out of his pants and underwear, and just loved seeing England's exposed body straddling his lap.

"You know what? Fuck yourself. You can have that video, and show it to everyone. Isn't my first time showing myself to the world" Finland stand up of Russia's lap, hugging by behind America, "Dude, Russia's recording you two". Now, he didn't care anymore about getting beated by Russia. It was America and England, the only ones he cared about now.

England felt his eyes start to well up with un-shed tears as he watched America continue his glances over at Russia, but he swallowed, trying to keep them from falling. He brought his fingers to his mouth and began sucking. Once he was satisfied they were properly coated, he began stretching himself, putting on a show for America, trying to hold his attention.

Russia stopped recoding and opend a text message, pasted the vidio and held the phone scrren out to America and England. "You move or say anything? I hit send..." Russai said smiling, god revnge was a thing of happiness

America was so hard and his cock was just begging for freedom, and then he heard what Finland had said, and he snapped his head over to Russia, "What the hell's wrong with you.." and then was cut off while Russia said his threats and America chuckled, "What re people gonn cre what I do with my lover? I'm America!"

England froze like a deer in headlights. He blushed a dark red and gave a whimper, feeling a little overwhelmed between America's wandering eyes and Russia's sadistic choice of revenge. This time he couldn't fight the tears down and a few welled up, spilling over.

"Yes..." Russia said proudly,"yes, you are America, and I am Russia, and that is Brittan." He smield a pained smile. "Id ther anything else you want to know?" He asked with a tirde tone

"How dare you Russia...." Finland said, crying, he took Russia's phone crashing it in a wall "You sadist, what are you going to do to me? Y-you don't have prooves! You're done." Finland screamed, his chest was burning in pain, we felt almost dead. He loved Russia, but it was more strong his friendship with England and America

Russai looked at the phone on the floor and back to finland. "Nothing..." He said surly "That is the worst thing I can do to you right now, just quitly hate you" Russai said smiling

America scowled at Russia and noticed the tears that fell from England's tears, he said, trying to comfort him, "Hey, don't cry." he could count on one hand how many times he had seen England cry and he felt guilty. He wiped them away with a hand and turned to Russia, "What gives dude? You had Finland... and yeah I was pretty bothered by it.....but you...you didn't have to record it....what the hell are you trying to prove?"

Russia smiled, looking at his phone that was now in shatters along the floor. "You didn't have to say you loved me if you didn't..." Russia said, waring a childish smile, but his tone dark, and sadist. He leaned back agent the wall, having to meny things happing in the same day.

England took a shaky breath, glancing over in Russia's general direction, though not meeting his eyes. As suddenly as the tears appeared, they were gone again. He quickly pulled the clothes he could reach over him, not bothering to dress fully. He swallowed hard, trying to get a grasp on the situation. Everything seemed out of control and made him way too emotional, like some bad reality television show.

"I-I'm done with this! I'm going back home with Sweden!" Finland took up the memory card of Russia's cellphone, reaching the earliest door, going out of the house , he ran as fast as he can, taking a taxi. His feelings, all of them, leaved in that house, but, he couldn't do anything to help more. Now, everything was clear, he breathed deeply, thinking about what would Sweden think. Maybe he could say that he got losted. It won't matter anyway, for Sweden, everything that Finland said was true....

America thought that this was just getting out of hand. He gave England an apologetic look and zipped his pants. He hugged his legs close and took a deep exhale. He had no idea what to he loved England and he loved Russia....or did he really love them at all? Was he just looking for some affection? Was he lusting after them? He did think they were both tremendously attractive He didn't know anymore, he was so confused, he let out a stifled sob, he was feeling so many emotions, and he was just screwing everything up. He should just let things be and not interfere.