RusAme rp, The colder war

Russia didn't say anything else past that. He felt a smile creep across his face. A sad pained, smile. "It going to be ok like im fine" He said. Giggling at the sad, horrific irony of it all. He wanted to lay back and sob his eyes out. But he just giggled. He tried thinking of things to do to help America. "I have no control over my boss. But I will hold influence over the people." He though of what to say after that. "I should be able to force them to try and do something, riot, try to over throw the government." He knew that by the times that happened though, America would be ether killing him or being killed. He grabbed America, and sat him in his lap, holding him and just wanting him to not worry. There was no use in making his life hard right now. He just sat and held America. Knowing the both of them survivling would be a vary unlikly thing to happen, was probably wont.

America laid his head in the crook of Russia's neck, his scent of spicy vanilla and vodka there. He sat on Russia's lap, he was injured, but it felt nice to b held by him again. He hoped that the people would riot and overthrow Russia's boss. And said, "It sucks." and then he was silent and continued, "We're nothing, but still we're burdened by living forever, war after war. We're only soldiers that has to follow our boss's every word." he took his glasses and put them on the side on the bed,
"We're nothing but soldiers." immortal soldiers. He wrapped his arms around Russia's neck, trying to avoid any wounds. How would they do it, who would go first, they were just basically sitting there, waiting to die.

Russia didn't say anything. Noticing only the tears rolling down his cheek only when they fell of and on to Americas shoulder. He would get to watch America die under his hand. or America get to watch him die under his hand. He Kept his breathis slow and steady, not being as scare or panicked anymore. Just...sad. He held America pressing him against his chest. "You would never know how much I love you" He said softly. Thinking back on his life. He seemed to have all of the good parts of it in the last few months. Meeting America, the ice cream shop... And all the bad parts during the rest of it. Killing his old bosses family. Being beaten to a bloody pulp from the time he was just a kid. All the revolutions that just ended up being for pain then there worth. Would it be so bad to die? He got to live until he continue stopped living. Never getting to know what it was like to fear the end and not knowing what would happen. He held America tighter. Looking back, America was the best thing in his life. But poeple where mean discusting vile things that never wanted him to have the best thing in his life. And now they were going to get what they wanted.

America sobbed into Russia's shoulder, is this what humans felt like when they knew their time was up? He held onto Russia and responded, "I know big guy......you're the best thing to happen to me." he let a few tears fall, his vision blurred by the tears. He didn't think about the bad times, just all the good times he had. The Christmas parties, the eventful World Meetings, and Russia. Russia had made such an impact on him, he was so strong both mentally and emotionally, and even though he had been through so much, he came out smiling and constantly told America he loved him, when Russia had never been should love himself. He was going to miss this, he sat on Russia's lap holding to him, like he could disappear at any moment, "I love you." he whispered. He was going to enjoy the moments he had left with Russia. 237 years, he was younger than most of the other countries, and yet sitting here with Russia, made him ready, whoever went first, they would go going with the thought that they had been loved by the other.

Russia took of his scarf, warping his scarf around both of them. He laid back still deep in thoughts. He kissed America softly. Thinking about his life still. He snapped back to now. Now, he was probably going to watch America suffer and than die in his arms. He smiled. He heard that for some humans, they just, kill themselves, leaving all of it behind. But when they died. there population was left to decide in to darkness, and then most likely be killed. He though more about America then himself. He was a young nation who had been is so meany wars and had horrible stuff happen to him. But he still smiled, he still saw things in color, he still cared he still loved Russia. And he still loved him. He held America as close as he could. There bosses didn't care. Both of them, just didn't care about the personifications. His boss had used him as a punching dummy and was going to kill his lover. Americas boss would kill him if he didn't die first. He kept thinking about the humans who killed themselves. Lots of the suiceds were happening in Russia, and teens and kids hanging themselves in America. He sighed, and kissed America again. "We will both end up dead" He decided. Russia's boss would kill America. And Americas many allies would in turn, kill Russia. Frankly, he was happy at that. Both of them would die, not having to deal with the fact that they killed each other. That they killed there lovers.

America knew there was nothing left to do, their fate was in their hands not his anymore. He kissed Russia back, he wouldn't spend his last moments anywhere else, he was with Russia and that was all he needed.Not all the fast food and ice cream in the world could make him as happy as Russia did. He nodded and said, "Yeah....we're going to die." Russia had such a horrible life, and even now he couldn't catch a break, his final moments with the person who had caused him pain. He loved Russia with everything he had, and now when it came to their last moments together he can honestly say he was happy. "I'm glad." he said. He wouldn't want to die any other way. the room was silent, and his tears silently rolled down his face. Russia, was everything to him, his smile always made butterflies in his stomach, his kisses always made him blush, it had sunk into his head, this fate was unavoidable, but he smiled.

*moving a temp back for lemon*
Russia smirked and went back to Americas neck, licking a path down America neck an don to his chest, ceathing his nipple and rolling it on his though before continuing to move down. He tugged at Americas pants.

America is what you would call a virgin, he had no time to even masturbate and here he was about to have sex with Russia. He arched his back, the Russian knew how to use his tongue, he wriggled his hips and blushed in embarrassment thinking about how needy he probably looked.

America is what you would call a virgin, he had no time to even masturbate and here he was about to have sex with Russia. He arched his back, the Russian knew how to use his tongue, he wriggled his hips and blushed in embarrassment thinking about how needy he probably looked.

Russia kept working down and put his hand on Americas crotch, he plamed the other through his jeans and kissed Americas belly. He smiled in to the kiss and started grining on America, using teh other hand to trace the outline of Americas chest. He smield up at America "Dont worry, I wont hurt you, just do what I say" He said softly and tone letting the seduction slip in to his voice,

America began to moaned out as he felt the Russia palm his, bucking his hips, he was so needy. He let the blush stay on his cheeks and continued to suppress moans, he nodded and would listen to whatever Russia said, he had done this before and knew how it worked.

Russia smirked and stopped plaming America, pulling his pants down and leaving him in just his boxers. He stopped when America got to hard to palm and swiching to pump him through his boxers. He looked up at America, it was a bit wrong to be doing this to his brother. He continued to grind in to Americas thigh and sighed a breathy sigh. Looking up at America to see what his face looked like.

America let out a gasp as Russia began to stroke him, he panted to keep himself from moaning and blush tinted on his cheeks, he tried to wriggle himself out of his boxers(which were not his flag). He was hard and his member was already dripping with pre-cum, the Russian's hand felt so good, "A..Ahh~"

Russia kept pumping America hand faster and faster. He let go and licked his toung over his hand, wanting some form of wet on America member. He went back to puping, grabbing mid shaft and pushing the forskin over the tip of America member.

America gripped onto the sheets, he was close a warm feeling growing in his abdomen. He bucked his hips and said, "I'm...." but didn't have time to finish as he came into the Russian's hand feeling some of the warm semen drip down his member.

Russia kept pumping after America had came. He evetualy took his hand off and put it up to his mouth, letting the liqud drip down his arm and on to Americas chest. He licked across his hands. Enjoying the salty sweet of America come and licked his hand and Americas chest clean.

He panted as he recovered from his orgasm and wondered what was going to happen next, he knew sex wasn't just that, he wanted to make Russia feel good too, but was completely clueless when it came to this sort of stuff.

Russia smirked at America. He stuck 3 fingers in his mouth, covering them in saliva and taking to fisrt finger and pressing it on America entrance, putting his hand under his back. "Its going to hurt at first, but It will fell good later" He warned before pressing teh 1st finger in, sliding it in and out slowly.

America looked over at Russia and tried to close his leg slight embarrassed at how exposed he was, he felt the first finger enter him and a jolt of discomfort went through him, he spread his legs in hope that it would get better and let out a gasp.

He smirked lightly at America closing his legs. "Open up for me, Mother Russia will take care of you" He said softly and suducivly. He pushed teh scond finger in "It gets better" He said smiling, he moved teh fingers in and out slowly, pushing teh 3rd simger in and spreeading America apart. "If it hurts to much, tell me" He said, worring slightly.

America had blushed at the statement and complied by opening his legs, he felt the second finger stretching him out, old America probably wouldn't have taken his time, he said, "I....I'm fine." not wanting Russia to worry about him. He felt the fingers and tried to wonder what America would do, he pushed back on the fingers feeling his own tightness and let out a small gasp/moan.

Russia smirked and then he pressed teh fingers inside of him. He moved in and out, wanting America to be streched out. He flipped America over, pulling his ass up in teh air and russai alread being 1/2 hard. He grinned himself on America, getting himself harder and herder. He spit in his hand, pulling his boxers down and making a few pumps on himself, wetting his erect member and Americas entace already being ready. He placed himslef at America entrace, rubbing the tip of his member up and down Americas ass. "R...Read?" He asked softly, not wantying America to be in pain

America let out a shaky moan as he felt the finger and was beginning to feel good. He was flipped over and his ass was in the air blushing at how exposed and at his position. He looked back and saw Russia pumping himself and saw how big Russia was and felt 'How is he going to fit inside me?' he thought. He felt the tip of the member on his enterance and felt fear cross him he nodded his head 'Yes' wanting Russia to go in.

Russia let out a shakey grunt and slowly pushed in to America, only pushing the tip in and pulling back out, pushing more in in teh next thrust and so on. He made slow and full thrust in to America, he eveutaly started moving faster and faster, letting teh warm and tight felling of America overtake him. He pushed in and out, twincges and pluserabls ticks coming from his member. He rested his head and under body on Americas back, now going fast and pushing his hand over, grabbing America member and starting ot pump him, thumbbing open teh slit still covered with America cum.

America felt the tip go in and he gripped the sheet and gritted his teeth, as he felt the Russian deeper into him. He gasped and panted trying to get accustomed to the heated member inside of him. As Russia thrusted, he felt some tears slip out, the Russia was huge. He gasped out, "S...so big..... hng." the Russian went faster and the pain quickly turned into pleasure and began to cry out and moan Russia's name with each thrust, feeling himself get close, but wanted to keep going. He continued to grip the sheet and his knuckles turned white and Russia found a spot that made his vision go white and cried out and further up to try and get the Russian to hit that spot again.