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Russia only went for a few more second before pulling all of the fingers out of America. He held his hands on Americas chest now, pushing down slightly. He looked at America, not saying anything. He adjusted himslef to the tip of Americas cock. He continued to look at him, his own member dripping with pre-cum. He let out a breathless moan and sunk down on to Americas member, gasping a few seconds later and his breath hitching. He only took about 1/2 of Americas member in before having to stop for a second. He turned dark red. "A..America...I.." have not done it this way before He brain considered saying. He didn't dare say that though. He fet his own entrace being opened up, the warm member inside of him.

America gasped and let out a whimper at the loss of the fingers. He wriggled his hips slightly when he saw Russia begin to straddle him. He felt the heat radiating from Russia's thighs and entrance on his cock and it made him more needy. He let out a low moan and grunt when Russia lowered himself onto his hard cock. Russia's hot, tight entrance encased his member in heat and he let out another moan, "R-Russia.....y-you're so fucking tight." he was more than positive that Russia has ever been penetrated.

Russia moan, pain filling his core. He let himslef get adjusted somewhat. He bit his lower lip and impaled himslef on Americas cock. His eyes opened wide and he felt tears at the corner of his eyes. He gasped. "A..Americ.a..." He moaned, keeping from scraming. He started moving up and down on him, being able to fell every detail of america on the walls of his entrance. He tossed his head back in plauser. the pain dulled a bit everytime he moved. The pain was now just a dull discomfrt, but plasure sparked from his hips. He rocked his hips, moaning louader and longer form attemping to hold them bac

America didn't like the slow pace Russia as taking he bucked into him, wanting to make the other scream and letting him know that he still had some control left in this 'game'. He put his hands on Russia hips and rolled his own to move in and out off Russia wanting to hear him scream in pain and pleasure. He smirked at him and said, "It's your first time isn't it?" he voice a bit strained and laced with lust. The noise Russia was making were absolutely divine, and made him wanted to see what other noises the other could make.

Russia did in fact, scream. He felt the tear roll off of his face on on Americas chest. He didnt say anything. He moaned and winced again, slamming himslef back again and gasping, getting more use to the pain by this point. He grineded his hips on Americas base, moving his entire member in and out of him. He moaned again, pushing himslef up and down on America. Pluser sparked from the mations and went in to his core, filling his with heat. He had done this before, once with America and the south, but he never let himslef be topped. He decided that He couldn't make up witch one dominated. Is was posable that they were equal, but both of them were to greedy for that. He felt feel spiraling around his chest and hips. He pushed down on Americas chest, not knowing his own strnght and felling the air rush out of Americans lungs

A smirk threatened to appear on America's lips as he heard Russia scream. The scream wasn't so much of pleasure or pain but a beautiful concoction of both. America love the hot wet friction his cock was receiving from Russia's tight ass. He gripped Russia hips and dug his finger nails into the side leaving red scratches on the pale white skin. He let out low moans and grunts every once in a while bucking into Russia to see if he can find his sweet spot. He felt the pressure on his chest from Russia using as leverage. He took his hand and began to stroke Russia's member in fast strokes. Two World powers, coming together for a heated battle in dominance. He didn't really care who dominated at the point, his cock as hard and it it ached begging for release.

Russia moaned, rolling back on Americas member. He felt waves of heat going through his core. "A..Americ.A!" He moaed when America hit a spot that made his see white. He panted through moans. This was a new feeling for him, but he loved it. He also found that it was harder to hot cum like this. He gasped when America put his hand over his member. He tossed his head back, trying to cum yet. He made a few more pounding thrust on to america before cumming in Americas hand. "ame.ric.a.." He said, panting. The held fell from his core and he got the heavy felling after cumming.

America gritted his teeth and continued to dig into Russia's hip with his nails drawing some blood. Warmth beginning to pool at the pit of his abdomen indicating that he was close. He heard the moan and he smirked he bucked his hips trying to hit the spot that made Russia moan so deliciously. He said, "I-I'm so close, fuck." He released his hot cum inside of Russia and threw his head back with a loud moan/grunt. Panting recovering from his orgasm.

Russia didn't even feel the blood on his side. He could however, fell the hot drops of cum rolling down his legs and the beaded sweat on his chest. He rested on America, panting and breath shaky. He savored the feeling of post orgasm before attempting to say anything. He didnt even murmurer, this was odd. He looked at America. "Why did you go to space?" He asked, knowing that answer was thriftily that so Russia couldn't. He looked around the center, he cuts starting to bleed again after there activity's. He looked at his own chest and side. Thumbing off a line of red sliding down his chest. He stucked the finger in his mouth, sucking teh blood off and iron taste felling his mouth. He leaned back down on americas chest as if bleeding was nothing.

America continued to pant and put an arm on Russia's naked back. He felt the heat of their bodies pressed together and he glowed a bit from his orgasm. Russia asked why he went to space and he contemplated for a second and said, "Because you were going." he competitiveness was horrible and it broke the best alliances and friendship he had with people. He liked being on top, but it was lonely on the top.

Russia just looked at him and sighed. He was a filthy competitive horrible person, but he loved him. No getting around it. He couldnt help but feel a stab at his chest. He sat up, damn, the blood was getting to much to just lick clean anymore. He let the red roll of of his body and over Americas everutaly landing on the carpet. "So thats why..." He simply said befor falling asleep in americas neck.
*TIME SKIPPY*
Russia peeled his eyes open, everything a blure for a long time. He sat up. Him and America had had nothing but a string of small fights, some he lost some he won. He looked over, America sleeping next to him. He tried speking. "Americ..." He stoped, his voice sounded like he swalloed sand paper and it felt like he did too.

America and Russia switched frequently from each other's houses. This visit's was was Russia's house, which he had somewhat gotten used to the cold. He shifted as he slept sprawled on the bed. He still hasn't gotten used to the losses of the fights he and Russia had sometimes. He shifted and made a low moan, and waved his hand off and said, "what Russia?" turning the other way with his eyes closed. It was too early for him, but Russia didn't usually bother him and so he took some interest.

Russia kept talking, but it hurt to even do that. "Damn, Im sick now..." He said, his voice low and full of cracks. Russia smiled at America. "Go back to sleep, fredka" He giggled and got up. He walked around, making coffee. He stoped for a second, it felt like a brick hit his gut. He turned a green and set the coffie down, running on the hardwood floors to get to a bathroom. He empted his stomach, making it in time and panting, gasping from the lack of air and pain from the sickness. He felt everything fell like it was braking. He just whiped his mouth, and laied down o the floor of the bathroom. His feet hurt his guts hurt his head hurt everything hurt. His hands were shakey and this neck burned from it being soar and puking at the same time. He didnt want to move. Unless russia's economy was buring, he didnt know how he could be so sick.

America made a small noise and said, "Sure." and fell back asleep. He felt Russia get up and he himself went to get some extra sleep. He was so close to getting back to sleep when he heard Russia running down the hall. Why the hell was he running? He got up rubbing his eyes and yawning and heard the heaving in the bathroom and became concerned he got up and ran to the bathroom and knocked o the door hearing the faint panting from behind the door and said in voice laced with worry, "Russia, dude, you okay?"

Russia pushed himslef up. Shaking and still panting, his breath now smelling horrible. He set his hand on the doorknob. "I...I think I might be sick..." He said. He was still a green color and he walked by America, holding himslef up by America shoulder. He groaned, already exhausted again. His head rang and he tripped over to his couch. Did one of the test pandemics get out in to the population? He sat on the couch about the pass out. He fliped it on, the Russian news was as almost on que, talking about a sickness spreding like nothing else. He sighed, sweat on his forhead. He watched a map of his nation come up, in red, the regions infected. 23/26 and the area around St. Pertersberg quietened. He fell over, laying down. He stoped, the area that was still kept safe was the lealve 5 Emidimolgy center, not even America knew about it

America frowned slightly, Russia didn't look well. He looked sick, that's the only adjective that he could use to describe the other. It was his duty as the hero and he gave him a small smile, "Need me to do anything?" Russia had begun to get quiet, not the personification but the country itself, it was usually peaceful but it seemed that no one left their homes anymore and he wondered what that was about? He followed Russia to the couch and made sure he didn't fall over or pas out; which it looked like he was just about to. He sat on the other side and said, "You really don't look good big guy." he wondered what it was. Nations usually don't get sick and as far as he knew Russia's economy was doing pretty alright. He glanced at the Russian, something seemed wrong, nations don't get sick like this out of the blue. Russia usually put on a tough face, but he must have felt like shit if he looked this sick. He got up and put a hand on Russia's forehead and frowned, fever, he walked into the bathroom and pulled out a small towel rinsing it in water and bringing it back, putting it on Russia head. He looked over at the T.V and he had no clue what they were saying, but probably had something to do about Russia's condition or whatever he had.

Russia shifted his head to America, letting him put the rag on him. He smiled and continued listening. The sickness was something new, a mutation from a flu, and not in the good way. He saw the screen change. 1000's sick, and about 100 dead. He winced at that. "America, can I have the phone?" He said, voice still hoarse and broken. He coughed, being out of breath again. He needed to call them, there had to be a reason for this. He sighed, getting his breath back. He tried to smile at America. "No worrys America, Im just...*cough* A little sick.." He said, he was calling the national doctors, the one thing he did get to keep from the USSR was a huge knowlage of space and medical info.

America pats the rag down and handed Russia the phone. His voice raspy and he could barely hear the accent that he had come to love so much. He sat down on the couch looking at the T.V he saw the numbers but whatever the represented it was high, and for some reason he knew that wasn't a good thing. He said, "If you were 'a little sick' then you'd be able to cover it up, but you must be feeling like shit if you look this bad." he wasn't talking about his appearance, in fact the Russian as extremely attractive, but he just looked sick. He couldn't help but feel worried, if it was the economy he would gladly help Russia, with a little motivation of the praise and the sense of a hero he would get for helping someone in need, it was no trouble.

Russia smiled at America. "You are smart, Fredka" He smiled at him, dialing a number and almost 11 secrete extensions. He sighed and someone picked up. He would have scram if his voice was not so broken. His eyes opened wide. He spoke all in Russian. "We are working for a cure already" That was not good enough. "How many are dead?" He asked. The other man sighed, "Nearly 20% are infected and 4% are dead...." Russia gasped, he starting breathing fast again. "I want the airports shut down and the body's burnt..." He said, he hated to even say that. He hung up the phone and looked at America. "....America...." He said softly, pulling the other in to a tight hug. He couldnt get America sick, so it was no issue. He felt a dull pain in his chest, a pushing pain.

America sat on the couch, glancing between Russia and the T.V. He listen into the conversation but not understanding anything they said he tried to make out some words, which ended up just being 'Da'. He turned his head when he heard Russia gasp and his name called and asked, "What's wrong? What's going on?" and was pulled into an embrace, not as strong as Russia's usual embraces, but it took a second for him to hug back and be the hero for Russia rubbing his back up and down, he didn't say anything, whatever Russia just found out must have been pretty bad news. Russia had comforted him so many times, the least he could do it return the favor and comfort him when he needed it the most. He was worried, whatever it was it must have been bad, but he wasn't about to pack his bags and leave Russia to deal with this all on his own, whatever it was he would endure it with him, like a hero should.

Russia just held America close. Saying his name. It corforted him to know America would be there. He sighed. "A..America....Im sick, and now they are getting kild by this new sicknees. 4% of my population is already dead...." He said, the buring in his everything subsiding so he could think. He held America a bit tighter. "I ordered the bodys to star being burnt and the airports to shut down." He said, his breath hitched. "Damn it...I cant do anything, I cant help untill they have a cure for this..." He said, voice getting more and more dull as he talked untill it was almost gone

America let himself be hugged. He didn't like seeing Russia like this, not just because he wasn't any fun, it's because he truly did care about Russia's feelings, and usually he didn't care about anyone's feeling but his own. His eyes widen a bit when he found out that there was a new epidemic that hit Russia. 4% wasn't good, 1% of his own countries population was about 37,000. Russia's population was higher since the country is bigger. He tensed when he heard that bodies were being burned, remembering Vietnam when he would have to burn the bodies of some soldiers because all the bodies couldn't bee fit back on the trucks to send them back home. The smell of burning carcasses was fowl and he never wanted to think about the burning bodies and just the smell of burning flesh. He said, "You just gotta wait big guy, they'll find a cure soon, and your people will know how to fight it off and live." what else could he say to make it better, disease was a touchy subject to talk on, on one hand it was a bad thing and on the other it was a great scientific discovery and something new to explore.

Russia fell back, to tired to even talk right. "D....da.." He smiled, breathing heavly still. "America, did you know that Im accuatly pretty good at this, I studied alot of medical science in the USSR." He said smiling. He let out a long, outward breath before in fact passing out. He still hand his arms slinked around America when he did pass out. He wanted for him to stay there with him. But he couldn't do anything. His breathing slowed down to normal, and so did his heart rate. He still chocked on his own breath, somthing forming in his trough.

America pulled back a bit so that he was still holding him and being held, but that he could see his face. He smiled and said, "Russia has a lot of famous doctors and scientists, you and your people will make a medical break through and cure a new disease." he could let Russia win this. His country wouldn't interfere but America would be there if Russia got frustrated and need to throw a few punches around. He felt Russia go limp and he pulled him off and and shook him a bit, "Russia?" he put to fingers to the others neck and desperately searched for a heart beat and sighed in relief when he finally did. He didn't want to leave him on the couch and heard the other's ragged breaths. He picked him up bridal style and carried him to his room, continuing to tell himself that it was going to be okay, that Russia was strong enough to get through this epidemic. He moved the covers and set him down on the bed putting the covers over him. He looked down at him with a worried expression and moved some strands of hair from his lover's face whispering, "You're gonna get through this....you're tough, I know you are."

Russia was to tired to even know he was being picked up. He woke up about a hour later after having passed out. He peeled his eyes open, this trough still hurt, his gut was still dancing loops around him. He sighed, witch made this neck hurt. He sat up, still shivering. He knew that it was going to get worse, a lot worse unless they had a cure. He looked up at America and smiled through the pain everywhere. He giggled. "Amer...." He stoped talking, his voice now almost totally gone. He nodded his head no. He put a hand up at Americas face, brushing his cheeks with the flat of his fingers. He mouthed the words out. "I love you"