Alfred was reading one of the few remaining English books Russia had in his library. He had done a sort of inventory on them, finding that there was only sixteen in the entire room. Most of them were old war journals ranging from centuries before America was found to a few from World War II. There were two that were actual novels, and that was what he was reading.

He continued reading, using the summer light from his window. The snow had melted away and had let Alfred see all of the grass and small shrubs covering Russia's yard. It wasn't so much that he was enjoying the story as it was helping him forget about just how confused he was about everything lately. Russia had continued to clean his piercing and feed him, but he had slowly become more and more 'casually' touchy. Light brushes on his arm, small kisses and hugs had become common; and frankly it made him feel awkward. He didn't want Russia touching him all the time, but it had strangely felt... Good, like he wasn't some undesirable thing. America just didn't like it when Ivan decided to humiliate him. And he very well couldn't tell Ivan how strange his mind was being.

Ivan walked in, staggering a little. He had drunken a few bottles of vodka in celebration of his soldiers finding Prussia. Gilbert had not liked that his brother had given up their land, so he had run away. And, Russia wasn't one to pass up a reason to drink vodka. Not that he was terribly drunk, just a little tipsy. "Alfred, I think it's time to stretch your piercing to a 6."

Looking up at the obviously -slightly- drunk man in front of him, Alfred just put his book to the side, making sure to keep his page. "Later. Please." He added, not wanting Russia to hurt him accidentally. He knew from old Allied Powers meetings that when Ivan was even a bit drunk, he could be more careless than normal.

"Hm... I guess you're right. I don't really feel like doing that tonight anyway." Seeing the relieved look on America's face made Ivan want to say the next part even more. "I feel like having sex."

This was a predicament. If he downright rejected Russia, he might be raped painfully like in his first month here. Yet he still really didn't want to have sex with him. Could there be a compromise...? "What if I," he started, hating himself more with each syllable, "just give you a hand job and you leave me alone." There. He said it. Now hopefully Russia was intoxicated enough to go for the bait.

"No, I'll settle for a blow job, but then I will take care of you." He smiled, walking closer to the bed. "I always take care of my partner, you know. It's only fair."

"Fine." He muttered as he watched Russia all but collapse on his bed. Standing up and walking over to it as well, Russia smirked at him as he undid the button and zipper of his pants, pulling them down.

When Alfred put his lips around the head, Ivan closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. He was defiantly getting better at this, even if his ass was like heaven in comparison. "I see you're over your over-long temper tantrum."

America fought the urge to bite down hard at the Russian's words, instead opting to bring the cock further into his mouth. He continued to bob his head up and down on the shaft, every once in a while letting it go completely and swirling his tongue on the tip, tasting his precum. Grabbing the base with one hand and rolling Ivan's balls in the other, Alfred started licking and sucking on the shaft, pumping slightly.

Kissing the tip lightly effectively smearing the milky substance on them, he took it into his mouth again, deep throating it. His throat was forced to relax as he brought Ivan's cock deeper and deeper. Struggling to remember to breathe through his nose, Alfred had to quickly take it out and bring in a few shaking gasps before he continued his ministrations with both his mouth and hands. As much as he didn't want this, he didn't want to have sex ten times as much.

Sitting on the bed, with America hovering over him, was just too tempting a position to be in for Ivan. Alfred's butt was in the air, with just pajama bottoms covering them. He reached up and felt that ass, slipping his hand into the waistline of the loose pants. When the other country stopped moving his mouth, Russia just said, "Keep sucking." The wonderful feeling of having his cock in America's mouth continued as Ivan searched for the hole he knew was there. When he found it, he slipped a finger in, wiggling it around inside. There was a coughing sound below, Alfred obviously too focused on his butt than Russia's dick.

As he took his mouth off of Ivan's cock, a thin line of saliva connected his swollen lips and the dark, engorged erection for a second before he started talking. "What are you doing? You said that I didn't have to have sex with you if I gave you a blow job!"

"Just because I put my finger up your ass doesn't mean I'm going to fuck you. I said I would make you cum, and you always seem to cum faster if you have something up here." Ivan put in another finger, trying to find the prostate. "Your job isn't finished yet."

Glaring at Russia, Alfred moved his head back down to continue his actions. He started placing open mouth kisses on his balls while his hand pumped slowly. Bringing his mouth back to the weeping member, he ran the broad part of his tongue over the tip and then sucked lightly on it. When Russia started to twist and scissor his fingers, America's spine stiffened slightly, causing him to stop momentarily.

"Continue. Your abilities diminish when you have something up your ass." Russia put in the third finger, stretching the hole wider. Then, with his other hand, he pulled down the front of America's pants, letting out the full hard-on. Holding it lightly, he started playing with the head, teasing evilly.

Alfred bucked once into the teasing hand before squeezing his eyes shut and concentration on his side of the deal. It was difficult to do so though when he had three -or was it four fingers now? He couldn't tell because they were so big- fingers up his ass and one hand playing lightly with his straining erection. Flushing lightly, America moved one hand to Russia's thigh, pushing the legs apart a bit as the other lightly squeezed his balls, keeping up the attention on them. His mouth was then around the cock again, feeling the strong pulse go through it as he sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing out. Slowly, he started to move up and down before moaning around it as his prostate was jabbed.

The vibrations of the moan almost brought Russia to climax. Now he continued pushing the prostate, America's mouth sucking harder each time. Knowing that he was close to finishing, Ivan sped up both of his hands, tightening the one around Alfred's cock. He stopped for a second, moving the ring around so that it rubbed the inside of his urethra. As America took him deep into his throat, Russia came, his seed making Alfred choke. At the same time, he climaxed in Ivan's skilled hand.

Dutifully swallowing, America shuddered as he started coughing from the unpleasant feeling. As he looked down between the two of them and his cum, his ears turned crimson as he started to slide his way off of Russia to leave for another room.

Ivan grabbed America's wrist. "I'll clean the bed tomorrow, as long as you sleep here with me tonight." He pulled Alfred down onto his chest and wrapped his arms around him, so that he wouldn't try to get away like he usually would.

Smelling the vodka on his breath, America mumbled. "I'll do it. Just let me go." He didn't try to leave, but it didn't mean he actually wanted to stay. The sticky cum between the two of them had made America feel even more awkward.

Laughing, Russia answered. "It is not up for debate. Go to sleep." He ruffled America's hair a little, his large hand almost covering the whole thing. Then he kissed it. "You need a hair cut. I can do it tomorrow, after we stretch your piercing."

Alfred's lips formed a tight line as he shut up, already closing his eyes and ignoring the way the gentle gesture made his heart skip lightly. The quicker he fell asleep, the faster he would be able to stop thinking about the conditions. Not only was he forced to sleep with Russia in his own bed, but he also had to look forward to having his dried cum on him when he woke up. Tomorrow really wasn't going to end up much better though.

.oOo.

Russia woke up, and when he moved, Alfred stayed asleep. He was still covered in his own cum, so he picked him up and brought him to the bathroom. He didn't wake up when his clothes were taken off or as he was placed in the bathtub, either. It was only when Ivan started pouring the lukewarm water that America stirred.

America was sleeping dreamlessly until he started hearing rushing water. Thinking he was drowning, he jolted awake to find himself in his bathtub with Russia standing over him. "What happened?" he asked quickly, still a bit out of it.

"You were so cute when you were sleeping, I thought I shouldn't wake you up. But you were still covered in cum, so I thought I should wash you.' He ran his wet hand over Alfred's naked chest, and added some bubbles. It started to foam, and he smiled, liking the look of his pet in a bathtub full of bubbles.

"You could've just woken me up so I could do it." He said, looking down at the bubbles with a slight frown. "Aren't I old enough to wash myself anyways? And what's with the bubbles?"

"If you were an adult, you would be able to take care of your own piercing." Russia picked up a handful of bubbles and put them on America's head. "And, as for the bubbles, they're just for fun." He smiled, before he realized he didn't have his camera with him. He turned off the water when the tub was full. "So we might as well change your ring here. This time I got a barbell."

Brushing off the bubbles, Alfred's frown deepened. "I don't want a barbell though. I didn't even want the piercing in the first place. It's annoying and I have to sit to piss; who would want it?" He looked up at Russia, still frowning, his lip sticking out slightly.

"Well, with this, the piss probably won't run down it, since it's only a ball at the top and not a ring, so it will be easier. But I think it will look great, and you are getting it no matter what. Besides, if I take it out, you would have two streams of piss. That would be annoying for you, so much better to listen to me." Russia reached into the water and felt around for his prize.

"Whatever then. I'm only doing it cause it's better for me." America flinched slightly as Russia's hand grasped his cock and started fiddling with the ring to get it off. He knew it was going to hurt a bit since it did last time it got stretched, so he shut his eyes in preparation for the event.

Once the ring was off, Ivan put in the barbell, not needing to force it as much as the other one. "See? doesn't it look cute?"

"No." He said, wincing again. It wasn't so much that it hurt, as it ached. The hole where the piercing was felt as if he had a growing pain mixed with the strong desire to scratch away the strange itch. "If you think it's so cute, why don't you get one?" Great, he thought, he really shouldn't have said that. If Russia took him seriously and did it, then he would have to deal with that as well as his sheer size of him when he was getting raped. It hadn't happened for a while, but that didn't guaranty anything.

Ivan laughed and ran a finger along Alfred's cock. "Mine wouldn't look cute. It's because it's your cock that it looks cute." He stood up and turned around, headed for the door. "Finish cleaning yourself up. I'm gonna wash the sheets."