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Oh, how alcohol made her feel. The smooth taste of Russian vodka on her lips, the intensity of its flavor, the way it burned going down her throat. She didn’t need a lover. She needed a bottle of vodka and a shotgun. That would make her happy, indeed it would.
Though this particular evening, she was drinking at an American bar with her fellow nations. Arthur sat next to her yapping and going on about how much he admired her nation and her politics. She knew it was because he was scared of her. He saw how she treated his son and she supposed it made him fear her. Not that she was upset about him worshipping the very ground she walked upon, she was just annoyed at the overcompensation. As she took another shot of vodka, she set the shot glass on the counter and knocked on the bar to get the bartender to give her a refill. Then she rested her palm on Arthur’s knee and leaned over, “Iggy, let me give you some sound advice.” He jumped at her touch, his thick brows shooting up as she offered her opinion. “Yes, Ms. Russia?” He awkwardly chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. “Francis over there wants to fuck you. You know you want it. Stop being a bitch.” He would’ve cursed his head off had anyone else been the one to say that to him, but this was Russia. He wasn’t being her friend for any reason except for his own benefit. “I-“ “Your next words are ‘Thank you, Ms. Russia, for your miraculous insight.’” She then shoved him out of his chair by his shoulder. He landed on his feet, quietly repeated her requested phrase back to her, then grabbed his beer and walked off.
“Bitch.” She muttered, rubbing her forehead with her gloved palm before returning to her alcohol. If she was being totally honest, she preferred drinking alone. It only meant that there was a minimized risk of her embarrassing herself. Not that she couldn’t hold her liquor, she just didn’t want to get drunk and sappy- it happened with Lithuania once. How she adored Toris. A truly kind soul with a loving heart. She hated thinking about how he’d have to learn the hard way how cruel the world was. Perhaps that was the lesson she was teaching him now by withholding his nation in the Soviet Union.
She was practically doing him a favor.
She chuckled at the thought, how many nations she was helping by taking control over them. Sure, they wouldn’t like it now, but they’d thank her one day. The same way that she thanked Mongolia.
She took another shot of vodka, the alcohol burning as it slid down her throat. She took her hat off and set it on the counter before her, subsequently hearing the voice of a familiar American growing louder as he approached her. Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head as she prayed to whatever god existed that she wouldn’t have to deal with him. But, her faith clearly wasn’t strong enough, as he sat right next to her and ordered a beer. She refused to initiate conversation. She just stared dead ahead at the liquors and bottles on the cabinet behind the bar to avoid making eye contact. He wasn’t afraid to make first contact, though. “What are you doin’ tonight, Anya? Going out prostituting with the girls?” He smiled as he took a swig off his bottle. Anya leaned away from him and grimaced at the smell of the alcohol on his breath. “You’re too drunk for me to even want to entertain you, pig.” She flipped him the bird as she back-to-back-ed two more shots, grunting as they went down. “Drunk? I’ve only had a couple beers, fuck you!” She simply shook her head. It wasn’t worth him hiding it.
“I can’t judge you, Jones.” She grabbed him by his face, though her hand was quickly smacked away. “I hope to be just as drunk as you are very soon.” She giggled that sadistic giggle that he hated, causing him to roll his eyes and look forward again. As the bartender finally got around to her and refilled her shots, she threw them back and rubbed her face. “Oh, also, your dad is getting laid tonight.” His neck practically snapped to face her. “Horseshit.” He then looked around the bar, noting that every nation was present except for England and France. He grabbed her by her hair and smacked her across the face, “You fucking whore! Infecting fucking everyone around you!” He shouted as she quickly hit him back, punching him in the nose hard enough that it started bleeding. “Oh, brother.” Canada griped from the other side of the bar as he watched his brother get into a tussle with the Russian woman.
“So everything is back to normal… thank god.” Germany breathed out a breath of relief. “What does that mean?” His brother interrogated, the Prussian man nudging Ludwig for a response. He just looked at him with a semi thousand-yard stare.
“Oh, how I wish I was the one sucking his cock right now knowing how fucking mad it makes you!” She backhanded him, her leather glove leaving a red mark on his skin as she did so. His hand soon made its way to her neck, strangling her against the bar- and she felt his gun poke into her abdomen. “How about we go upstairs and talk this out in private?” He offered under his breath. Anya kicked his arm away from her neck and leaned into the barrel of his pistol, latching her finger around one of his belt loops. “You’re lucky I’ve been drinking.”
The two made their way upstairs, Alfred holding a gun to Anya’s back as he forced her into the hotel above the bar. She couldn’t help but find his coercion somewhat thrilling- mainly because she knew that if she stepped out of line, Alfred wouldn’t hesitate to shoot her. She liked that about him. He wasn’t afraid to hit her back just because she was a girl.
And the moment the doors to the elevator shut and they were all alone, Anya quickly turned around and pounced onto him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her lips smashed against his in a heated passion. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her back against the wall of the elevator, gun still in hand as he wasn’t willing to discard it. Whether he needed to use it or not didn’t matter- it was his intimidation factor. He trailed his kisses to her cheek, then down her jaw to her neck where he began sucking and biting at her skin. He recalled their previous encounter about two weeks prior, how many inexplicable marks and bruises the two of them showed up to the next meeting with. They were almost entirely healed up now, and he planned on giving her more.
Her hands found their way into his hair, and she began tugging and pulling at the wavy strands. His hair was softer than she remembered it being before- though maybe that was because at that time she really wasn’t paying attention. The two were about to screw for the same reason they did last time. Petty hatred and rage that had no other vessel. But even though she wanted to be mad, she felt more excited at the prospect of doing him again. It was rather exhilarating, and she’d never admit it, but he was rather good downstairs.
The elevator dinged and the two quickly separated out of fear of being caught, though as Alfred took note of there being nobody there, he grabbed Anya by the waist and pushed the barrel into the small of her back. She whimpered at the pain from the gun jamming into her sacrum, “God, you suck,” Her words were clearly ignored as she was pushed out into the hallway. “Keep fucking moving.” She felt a rush of heat to the pit of her stomach at him being so commanding, so feisty. She only giggled before stopping right in her tracks. “Make me.” She brattily instigated, not turning around to face him, as she didn’t really want to get shot. Alfred chuckled as his hold on her waist suddenly turned gentle. “You’re gonna regret that.”
She didn’t have a chance to reply with a bitchy remark, as he grabbed hold of her hair at the scalp and began dragging her to the room. “You’re such a fucking asshole!” She winced as he opened the door and threw her in the room. She landed on the floor next to the bed- the room was small. It was clear what the hotel was most often used for. He shrugged off his bomber jacket as he shut the door with his foot, dropping it on the floor behind him as he hastily made his way over to her. She got to her knees before him, and as she tried to get to her feet, he held her head down with his gun pointed at her. “You’re fucking funny.” She hissed as he held her head close to his groin. He turned the safety off with his thumb and narrowed his eyes. She couldn’t help but giggle at the thrilling nature of the situation. If she didn’t do what he wanted, he’d blow her brains out. ‘How enticing,’ She thought.
She sat back on her heels and took her top off before going to work on unbuttoning his khaki uniform pants. “You’re so funny, Alfred,” She said, a giggle escaping her lips as she pulled down his zipper. “You think you have control just because you have a gun.” He yanked her head to the side by her hair, pressing the tip of the pistol to her temple. “I don’t think, I know.” He tapped the gun against her head a couple times. She only laughed as she retrieved his hard cock from his plain red briefs, lapping her tongue out against the tip. “Don’t you think it is sad that you need a weapon to overpower me?” Her voice was condescending as though she was talking to a child. It was clear that he wasn’t interested in what she had to say, as the second her sentence came to an end, he forced her jaw open with his free hand and forced himself into her mouth. She was shocked when he took such charge over her and gagged, one of her eyes forcing shut as his dick touched the back of her throat and made tears well up in her eyes. “Aw, what’s the matter? Got nothin’ else to say with your smartass mouth?” He cooed as he began rolling his hips into her throat. She held her thumb in her balled up fist in an attempt to prevent her gag reflex from going off. She’d never barfed on a cock before and was NOT starting then.
He began to throat fuck her as she compliantly relaxed her mouth and throat to handle his intensity. Anya managed to grab onto his balls, gently massaging them as she tried her best to maintain eye contact with him. He moaned under his breath as she did so and grabbed the back of her head to pull her in to meet every thrust. “Fuck, Anya,” He groaned, “Guess that mouth isn’t good for nothing after all.” She gently squeezed his balls to signal her disapproval for his insults, as her mouth was relatively occupied. He laughed, his head falling back while she (forcefully) blowed him.
The truth was that she was enjoying herself. She hated to admit it, but she liked how rough he treated her- the whole forcing-his-cock-into-her-mouth thing was a pretty hardcore turn on. And the gun to her head. She liked that too. She also liked the idea of just screwing him whenever he made her mad, but Alfred pissed her off all the time. His existence made her angry, knowing he was in the same country, no, on the same planet as her made her want to rip her hair out. If she couldn’t watch him choke on his own blood until he died, she was content with him throwing her around and at least getting an orgasm out of it.
Besides, the look on his face when he came was the one thing she liked about him.
“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He cursed, his hips starting to thrust into her once again. Upon hearing his admission, she closed her lips around his hard cock and began sucking, focusing the majority of her energy into not choking. She got a good reaction as she put more power into her skill- he threw his head back and his grip tightened in her hair. Soon after that, she felt his cum spill into her mouth and into the back of her throat, curses and moans slipping past his lips as his dick twitched and spasmed. Anya tried to swallow as much of it as she could, though as he finally let her go, she pulled away from his groin and cum spilled from her mouth onto her chest as she attempted to catch her breath.
She licked the remaining seed off her lips and kicked off her boots as she then began undoing her own pants. “You look like a bitch when you’re cumming,” She remarked with a giggle as she slid her pants off. Alfred only rolled his eyes as he unbuttoned his top and shrugged it off his shoulders, then took off his undershirt. “I guess I was wrong about your mouth being good for something,” He grabbed her by the hair once again and threw her on the bed, then climbed on top of her and slapped her across the face. “You came, didn’t you?” She said before he slapped her. She had a look of both shock and disappointment on her face as he did so- that disappointment seemed to upset him more than her words did. “What? Wipe that stupid fucking look off your face,” He said as he pulled her onto his lap to rub their groins together. “I will when you hit me like a fucking man,” She murmured. “You want me to hit you like a fucking man?” He picked up his gun once again and knocked her cheek, leaving a scratch that made her tear up in her right eye. She smiled and laughed; her masochism was apparent in her enthusiastic demeanor as she pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, biting and sucking on his lower lip.
He took off Anya’s panties and threw them to the side as he thrusted himself into her womanhood. He pressed his gun into her jaw, burying himself as deep inside of her as he could before beginning to thrust with a sense of urgency. “б-блять!~ Alfred, oh, god,” She whimpered and threw her head back as he began ramming into her hard and fast, her eyes clenching shut and her hands grabbing hold of his broad shoulders. He groaned into the Russian woman’s ear, licking the sweat off her delicate skin before sucking and biting as he so pleased. The noises she made were ethereal. He found himself wishing that the only time they had to see each other was when he got to fuck her- just so he could only remember her in the light of a woman who made gorgeous sounds, instead of a woman whose spine he wanted ripped from her body.
He pulled away from the skin of her neck and gently smacked the barrel of the pistol against her chin. She was quick to react to this assault, though, grabbing him by the wrist as she began licking and kissing the gun between her cries of pleasure. The only word that came to his mind as she treated his gun like his cock? Hot. Really fucking hot. “F-Fuck, that’s sexy,” He managed, praising her as she smeared lipstick all over the metal. She giggled and grinned proudly as she was encouraged. Sure, she enjoyed being called a slut. But what slut doesn’t like being complimented every now and then?
He continued at a fast pace, the two of them getting closer with every thrust. Anya could gauge that he was close to finishing from the way his breathing was getting shallower, and Alfred could tell that she was close from the way her back arched into the mattress. He knew she was a ballerina, but he never realized how flexible she actually was. He would’ve thought she was a demon getting an exorcism from the way her back was arched had he been unaware of her semi-contortionist activities. “Mm, Fedya, I-I’m close…~” She whined, her grip tightening on his wrist while her other hand trailed from his shoulder to his hair. “Cum for me, Anya,” He picked up the pace, burying his head in her shoulder as he screwed her with relentless fervor. His change of pace was just what Anya needed, as her cunt began spasming around him and her thighs started shaking. He held one of her thighs over his shoulder as he rode out her orgasm for as long as he could, subsequently blowing his load into her.
The two remained tangled up together for only a moment before Alfred pulled out and flopped on the bed next to her. The look on Anya’s face was euphoric. He didn’t expect her to say anything for a good minute. “I hate you,” She began after she had collected herself, “but, god, I love your dick.” Alfred chuckled and rested a hand on her thigh. “Heard that before.” And, she once again remembered why she hated him. “You’re such a fucking narcissist” “And you’re a stupid whore.” Then they looked at each other, a smile on both their faces.