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Today was a very special day, Christmas Eve. The sky outside has already darkened as the heavy snow continue falling around and on top of America's house. Him and Arthur where making a snow fight outside, hurling each other with snow balls. At first, Arthur didn't want, he wanted to help in the kitchen with the supper, however, Francis and you kicked him out. Not wanting to get poisoned tonight. "Hey! My cooking is splendid! All of you are just jealous I can make better food." "Mon Dieu, sors de la cuisine!"

After getting banned from the place, he went to blur out his indignation to Matthew, telling how this family is ungrateful, even (Reader) is getting bolder. Not that she wasn't before the political marriage with America, it's just Alfred is a bad influence! Matthew, that was just making the table, looked at him briefly with an awkward expression. "Angry Kirkland detected!" A lean arm came around the British shoulders. "Don't come near me pissing bed boy!" Arthur tried getting the arm out, but it only holden tighter with the insult. "Bothering my brother AND calling me that? Not cool dude."

In an easy motion, the American lifted his ex legal guardian, making the grown man groan and curse out loud. But Alfred didn't bet an eye, even worse. With one arm, he opened a window to the cold outside, at the back part of the house, and threw Arthur to the outside and then jumped out of the house too. The green eyes man screamed while landing on the ground hard. "Bloody hell! What is your problem!" "SNOW FIGHT!" Alfred quickly made a ball and hurled at him at full force, making the British fall again.

"Or are you going to get inside and whine like a coward?" Hearing those words, England felt his blood boil. "I'll show you coward!" A snow ball was made and hurled at Alfred, that just laughed off and did the same. It was a rare moment of the so long brothers bounding, even if they're throwing balls at 100km per hour. (62 miles)

Now, moving the focus for the other family members. You and Francis were making Christmas supper, while Matthew occasionally helped with some dishes and with the table. And of course it was all doing just fine, without Arthur trying to intoxicate the dinner or Alfred with his junk food ideas. The smell that was coming out of the kitchen was terribly delicious, with you eyeing the food with funny hunger while your stomach made an internal rumbling. "I want to eat it all!" You grabbed the platter full of with rump steak.

"We all want ma chérie, but let's wait until all is ready." Francis gently took the platter and called Matthew to put it on the dinning table. You groaned as the delicious meet was now drifting way on Matthew hands. Francis chuckled, in a french way, by hearing your groan. "Now I know something you have in common with the fat boy." The French man bent down, taking the Gratin Dauphinois out of the oven. The aroma of the food fulfilled the room. "One more dish ready."

"I'm so grateful you and Matthew came! Or else I would be poisoned tonight." You joked, yet it was true. Even tho Canada lives next door, he came a little later with France. "Oh about that." A soft voice came from the door way. "I was grabbing presents with Francis, then we took the flight." "Ya, I know Mattie, Franci here already told me." You ruffled his hair with small smirk, making the Canadian smile a little.

"I'm going to call them!" Your hand drifted away from the fluffy hair as you began to walk away. "Be careful!" "Outside looks like a war zone." As you finally opened the backdoor, you finally understood why they said that. Arthur was behind a snow wall, while throwing balls at Alfred. The same was throwing too while behind a whale made of… snow? How that fuck did he do it in so little time?

You watched the both of them fighting, like that one episode of Gravity Falls where uncle Stan watched the babies fighting. "Go America, go!" The shouting made the two blond men look at you. "Darling!" Alfred reacted like a puppy that found his owner. "Came here to bring me back to the kitchen right?" A smug look came on Arthur's face as he lowered the snowball. "I know, I know, my cooking is too good to not put it in the supper."

"Alfred If you thrown in a massive ball, I'll kiss you with my tongue." "What?" The British looked surprised and offended at the same time. "Two in one! Bet!" The American began making a really massive ball, to the point it passed the snow made whale.

"W..WAIT!" England tried running, but it was too late. With abnormal force, America, somehow, hurled the ball to the European location. It came to contact, muffling the scream out of the British man. You began to laugh seeing Arthur struggling to get out of the snow.

"I did it! The hero won!" The standing one made his usually stupid "hero" pose, making you role your eyes. "Ya, ya, hero." "Now, my kiss." The light blue eyes locked into your (Reader's eye colour). Fuck. Alfred came running full speed towards you, but you didn't stand there waiting to be crushed. No. You made high jump to the side, landing on the snow. But, it was only a matter of time until he caught you, yet why not? "You're too slow." A tease rolled off your tongue and then you blew him a kiss. That action only induced him even more determination.

"I don't mind a little chase! At the end, I'll get what I want!" He sprinted and you ran. It was cute moment with you and him playing on the snow. Something that both of you rarely have time to do, because of the government of your countries. Arthur was already sitting on the stairway, watching you both. Surprisingly, even if it was a political marriage, you and Alfred rocked together and deep down, the British was relieve about that fact.

A big smile was on yours and Alfred's face all the time, especially when he made a big ball and threw at your back, making you almost fall. "Gotcha!" A lean arm came around your waist, lifting you up without an effort and making you stay mid air near his body. You giggle at the fact you were being lifted up by him. America is really well known by his strong strength and you love that fact about him. "It's not fair! You hit me with a ball!" You kicked your legs while looking up at him.

"In war nothing is far!" He finally placed you down, but before you could protest, he kissed you on the lips, with his gloved hands grabbing your cheeks. Your eyes winded a little, just before closing and leaning on the kiss. Your hands travelled to Alfred's chest, curling around his hoodie and pulling him closer to your warm. It was a sweet kiss under the snow, with his thumb gently rubbing one of your cheekbone. Seconds passed and Alfred finally parted away from your lips, slowly placing his hands on your hips before situating a kiss on your forehead.

You faintly chuckled before placing your hand around his jawline. "You look so cute like this!" You were now messing with him by shaking his head. "Honey..." He whined with a pout, but didn't try pulling away from your touch. His eyes were locked at your face, looking at you teasing him and shacking him like rag-doll, like it couldn't knock the glasses off his face anytime. You knew, but you couldn't care a less. It was always funny to get a chance to tease the American.

"As much I love to see the fatty receiving love..." Arthur voice came sarcastically as he began to stand up from the stairs, making the American say a 'Hey!' in an offended voice. "…I presume you arrived here to summon us, correct?" You stopped playing with your husband's head and remembered the why you are here. "Right in point! I almost forgot." You slapped Alfred cheeks playfully and began walking inside with him. "Meanie." Alfred whined.

Cutting to the supper. It was 22:30 (10:30 PM) and since Alfred is a big back that can't wait until mid-night, everyone started eating. Because if they even dared to wait until the traditional hour, everyone would only see empty platters all over the table and a fat bitch sitting on a chair, while rubbing his stomach with a delightful face.

"Dude, this food is awesome!" Already with the mouth full, Alfred leaned closer and kissed your cheek, sticking some food on your cheek. "Ew!" You cleaned the cheek with a napkin, only for him to kiss again and this time you shove him back to his central chair.

"Don't kiss (Reader) with your dirty mouth! Etiquette!" Arthur placed some food on his plate with a frown. "I don't remember asking for etiquette tips, Kirkland!" America now leaned closer to him, with a smirk and food coming out from his lips, which made a nerve pop out on the British's face. "Out of my plate! You animal!" The British groaned in response, making the American cackled. "Someone is getting angry!"

"Can we please do a supper without any argument? Last time pére and Arthur broke the table." Matthew calmly asked, getting some Cod with cream and then making eye contact with Francis, that was across from him.

"We both know it won't happen Matthew." You responded, turning your head to look at him. "Oui…" His voice lowered with exhaustion, as his posture slumped too. Your hand came to ruffle his shirt, like an act of comfort. "It's impossible Mattie…and it was Artie fault last time." "NO IT WASN'T!" The British shift his anger to Francis. "Oh, now you want to be angry at me? Want moi to throw you on the table like last time?" Francis face got closer to Arthur face. "You should be grateful that you and I were drunk!" Arthur retaliated, putting his face closer too. There was even a static clash between them, representing their unbroken sexual tension.

"Here we go again." You placed a hand over your temples. "Don't worry honey, they won't do anything! I won't let!" Alfred loudly said as two pieces of Bûche de Noël were hurled to the Europeans face. "Mon gâteau!" Matthew yelled seeing the dessert he helped with getting wasted. It didn't surprised anyone, they were used to Canada talking in French when upset, especially when the one doing shit is his brother.

"Don't worry Mattie! I'm going to eat it straight from the floor nonetheless!" Alfred went to pick up the two slices, making the British snort. "You really are fat little pig. Just like that filthily president of yours. What's his name? Oh right! Dona-" "Don't compare me to that dude! If I recall, I don't use dippers!" Alfred voice came less cheerfully as he sit again on his chair.

"Some jokes are not good to make and he is super not cool." The American whined a little before returning eating. The table went silence for a second before you pitched Alfred's cheek. "Alfred hates being related to the morbidly obese orange man! …Even if he is fat too." You joked a little, easing the tension, but received a sharp glare from America.

"My apologies If my joke harmed you by any chance." England said while looking at Alfred. "Ha! No need to apologize, just don't bring him up. I already hate having to hear his voice personally." Alfred shrugged and began eating again as you finally got your fingers out of his cheek.

"Let's continue the supper, shall we?" Francis calmly said while cleaning his face. Matthew was the first one too nod and continuing eating. The European duo cleaned their faces with a napkin before returning to eat and Alfred was already on his third plate. He let it slide what you and Arthur said about him being fat, but it would be a lie to say that the Christmas supper continue calm. Or a lie to say that Arthur and Francis began fighting physically at one point.

"Hohohoho! It's almost mid-night! Ready for the gifts?" Francis was already sitting next to the Christmas tree that Alfred had prepared, yes, he actually did something. "Oh man, I'm so excited to know what I'm about to get!" Alfred's arm came around your shoulders, pulling you closer to the talking golden blond boy. "Believe me, you will love your present." You side hugged his waist, while looking at him with a grin. Alfred found himself craving even more to know what gift you bought him, so he placed a kiss against your nose.

Clock hit's twelve, mid-night arrived and everyone could, finally, open their presents! Four presents to each person in the room. You finally sat, crossing your legs, and started opening the presents with your name on it. A clock, a soft toy of (Reader's nation animal), an expensive perfume and… Alfred's normal vestment, but at your size??

"Seriously?" You picked the clothes with a frown. Your eyes then darted to the others, everyone had the same reaction when picking up Alfred's gifts. "Dude! Thanks for the American whisky!" The American hugged the bottle for dear life. "Ya, you're welcome, but your gift is kinda…." Your eyes darted again to the vestment. "Lame." "Useless." "Not what I expected." The other three blondes finished for you, from the oldest to the youngest.

For a long time, there was a silence in the room. Alfred was just looking at all of you, but then a laughter came out. "Careful! Or all your pants will set on fire!" No one laughed with him. "Whatever makes you sleep at night." Francis got up from his placed and walked away with his skincare to the biggest guest room. "Maybe I'm going to sleep too…thanks for all the gifts." Matthew grabbed all his gifts and went to other room. Now it was only three countries in the living room.

"Look! You killed the vibe!" You half-joked, but it was true. Somehow, he always had the power to ruin the mood, especially with his hero complex. "Of course he did, he's the main specialist at doing it." Arthur frowned, putting the vestment back in place. "How did I killed the vibe?" America now showed some signs of frustration. "How? I gave something everyone would love to have!" The American got up, so did Arthur and you.

"Oh, stop being so egocentric!" The British's hand came to Alfred's glasses, taking it off. "Give it back!" Alfred's voice came louder than expected, making you chuckled a little. It was slightly funny seeing someone mess with him. Arthur after gives the glasses to you, silently requesting you to join the taunt.

Should you, A, be a good wife and give it to your husband? Or B, play with Arthur? You decided A, it's not the first time you and Arthur gang up against Alfred. So when Alfred extended his hand to take it back, you give it back to Arthur.

"Dude that's not funny!" Alfred said now snapping to Arthur direction, but the same just laughed and thrown the glasses at you, which you picked mid air with a laugh. The game continue until Alfred finally caught it mid air when Arthur was tossing to you. "Stop playing with Texas and my disguise!" Alfred finally snapped at Arthur, looking at him with so much seriousness, that the British looked slightly stunned. You were slightly stunned too, by the tone of his voice, and maybe kinda horny…but that's not the moment!

"Don't be silly! Everyone knows you are America even with those glasses!" The British finally said crossing his arms. The American gave him a said side-eye. "Don't mess with Texas then!" But before Arthur could respond, Alfred finally turned to look at you. His eyes locked into yours, like he wanted to say something but couldn't. At the same time, you could feel yourself being pinned by those sky like eyes until he finally leaned down against your ear. "I'm sleeping in the office tonight, I'm angry at you and you messed with Texas." His voice came lower than usual, making you feel a twisted feeling on your core.

After giving the message, America pulled himself straight, grabbed all his gifts and walked away upstairs to his office. You should be asking him to wait or try to apologise, well you wanted too, but a greater idea came to your mind. So you only watched him drift away like a child throwing a tantrum. A silence rested in the living room before Arthur cleared his throat, gaining your attention.

"I didn't hear what he said, but I'm deeply sorry for putting you on this mess." Arthur gently said with a guilt face before continuing. "I knew it would make him upset but I did, nonetheless." The British was now holding all his gifts too. You laughed briefly about this situation.

"Its alright Arthur, I tease him all the time too, so no big deals." You patted his shoulder. "Go to sleep and apologise to him tomorrow." Your words made him feel a little relaxed. "Correct, you're right. Tomorrow it's a new day…Have a good night Christmas night and thanks." Arthur picked your hand and kissed the back before walking to his shared room with Francis.

"Damn right he will be calmer tomorrow!" You chuckled now extinguishing the fireplace, making the living room dark. Shortly after, you were in your shared room, in front of the mirror, seeing yourself with Alfred's gift. The vestment was cool, but you mentally admitted that it was better in Alfred. "Hopefully he's still with that attitude." You turned away and walked off the room.

"Today is going to be a funny night."

Alfred was now reading a paperwork, just to demonstrate how fucked up the situation is. His lazy bum rarely touch work unless necessary or mandatory, which makes it even worse. America's eyes then darted to the cup of whisky, that was reflection his handsome throw the liquid and ice cubes before taking a gulp. "Don't hurry Texas, papa will always protect you." He laid the cup down and placed a kiss on the glasses.

Soft knocks were then pressed against the office door. "Don't enter if it's (reader) or Arthur." The American said, returning to reading the document or trying, because his attention span once disturbed is kinda hard to get back, especially with such boring thing he is doing. But the door was opened anyway.

"Maybe your vestment wasn't a bad present after all." Your voice reached Alfred's ears, making him look up. His gazed fell upon your body, roaming over how good you look with his clothes, which makes you give a small smirk. The doors closed with a soft click as you began to walk with slow steps.

Seeing you walk with the clothes he uses almost everyday, makes something inside of him flip, how good it would be to strip his own vestment out of you're body or fuck you with it still on you. The mental imagine of both option makes his other friend get a boner.

His eyes finally locked at yours, there was still resentment, but something else new too. And that's exactly what you wanted. "I remembered saying to not enter if it was (Reader)." He finally stopped looking into your eyes, worried that his self control would vanish and went back to fake reading the paper.

"Are you still angry?" You asked in a low tone, a little teasing, finally stopping in front of his table and leaning your head closer to his. That low tone made his already hard cock twitch a little, making him close his eyes for a few seconds before opening. America didn't respond your question, leaving you on read, maybe because he was more focused on ignoring the erection between his legs that you gave him.

You didn't mind getting ignore, it would make the next act even better. "Come on, my one and only big hero." You teased, lifting his head with one finger. "What can I possibly do so you stop your resentment towards me?" Your tone came a little condescending while adjusting his glasses, before pulling the finger away, making Alfred's eyes finally look at yours.

The finger beneath his chin glided to his Adam's apple, making Alfred feel goosebumps at the touched zones. "Or I can leave you be, with your fake reading documents." Your eyes drifted to the paper on his hand as you finally withdrew the finger off his neck and pulled yourself straight. Alfred was still watching you, one part of him wanted you too stay, other part was still upset and other part was the bulge on his pants begging to be released and used. So when you turned to leave, he lunged forward grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to sit on the table.

His right hand drifted to where your heartbeat was, feeling it going fast. "Did I scared you by the sudden movement?" He teased with his mouth next to your ear, while pulling your back closer to his torso. The true was that you expected him to talk or hold your wrist, not yanking you like he's manhandling you. But surely it made you kinda wet.

"Now you talk?" You teased, looking over your shoulder, only to be answered with a kiss, which made you let a hum. Alfred's hand came to grip your jaw, in a possessive way, while inclining his head to get a better access to yours. In the room was only the wet sound of your mouths moving against each other in a fast and desperate rhythm, with both of you breathing heavily on each other.

Feeling that's not good enough, the American stopped gripping and kissing you, earning a whine from you, but the sudden halt didn't last long. Alfred's arm went forward beneath your knees and lifted both your legs up while rotating you so you'll be face to face with him. After the adjustment, Alfred spread your legs open, placing himself between them. "This position is indeed better!" His voice came cheerfully while cupping your hips and thrusting you against him, making you gasp and fell his erect member right on your pussy.

He went back to your lips before you could do any comments, giving quick kisses before really staying there, moving against your soft skin with need, to the point you could taste the flavour of whisky in his lips. Your hand then went to grab a fist of his blonde hair, while the other went to clutch around his male tits, squinching it, reproducing a groan off America.

The American then broke the kiss and started stripping off your clothes, leaving you only with your underwear. "I was thinking on taking you here while using my clothes, like fucking myself! That idea made me aroused, but I'm not angry at myself and seeing you almost naked makes me feel equally aroused." Alfred's voice came right against your throat, making you feel his hot breath before he bitten there, reproducing another gasp out of you.

A grin appeared on his face before he licked the attacked zone while travelling his hands to where your hook and eye are, freeing it, taking your bra off and then tossing it to the side, showing your beautiful tits. Alfred's hands began squeezing one of your breasts, reproducing a sweet hum from you. "Regardless of the times we do this, you continue reacting so good to my touch." He chuckled a little, looking at your eyes while squeezing harder.

"Just get it going. And you talk to much, like always." You said while grabbing his dirty golden hair. "So eager to get it done! But remember, my honey, I'm always the one in charge." His sky like eyes looked at you with a ravenous stare before liking the space between your tits, making you shiver slightly with the hot tongue licking your naked chest.

His hands began massaging the two boobs with quite precision, while sniffing your scent on your collarbones. "You smell so good today, is that an apple pie scent?" Alfred's lips kissed your collarbone before sucking it, making you gasp while giggling. He then went back to your chest, making hot breaths against one of your nipples to stimulate the nerves before biting and sucking it.

You moaned out of pain, gripping his hair harder and arching your back. The feeling at first was intense, but then reduced to a pleasuring sensation. "Feeling good, hm?" He teased before playing with your nipple with his tongue, making your head go back with a whimper.

"It's always so good making you have these type of reaction." Lovely kisses where now being placed on top of your rapid heartbeat as his hand went to grab your hair to pull you closer. After doing the same thing to the other boob, Alfred began kissing you from your heart, to your belly and finally to your core, all this without breaking eye contact.

His fingers then began massaging against your wet panties, making you twitch your hips. "Such wetness! To think today I was supposed to be angry at you." His tone came low as he went back to your face before slapping your vulva, just to see your face and reaction, which was a pained yet surprised moan.

"You want me inside of you, hm?" He began gently rubbing your vertical lips between his fingers, while still grabbing you by the hair so you're forced to make eye contact with him. "Yes please, I need you." You whispered, your tone needy with arousal while feeling your pussy pulsing hard beneath his fingers, that was the right tone that Alfred wanted to hear.

His hand then slides inside your panties, his middle finger teasing your needy hole before inserting and moving slowly, then starting to speed up when he felt your body was less tense, making you hold to his clothes. "My finger slides perfectly inside of you of how wet you are, you wanted this too, hm?" He talked against your lips before pulling you to a French kiss, making your mouths feel each other better. The same hand that was on your hair withdrew and went to your panties, only to rip it off with his fingers, giving him more space and freedom to move inside of you.

Another finger was then inserted inside of you, making you gasp in the middle of the kiss. Alfred body then leaned more against yours while penetrating both fingers until the knuckles were touching your hole.

"You feel so good." He said breaking the kiss and holding your hair again, Alfred's fingers curled inside as he began moving fast and roughly, hitting the right place that made you squirm and feel really hot. Your arms went around his neck as you pull him closer, placing your mouth against his ear, so he could hear every moan coming out.

"Fuck! Your pussy is so warm." He groaned, thrusting inside three more times before getting it off in a harsh movement. The sudden removal of pressure inside of you made your vagina squirt all over his clothes with a loud moan, while your body twitching with satisfaction. A chuckle came out of Alfred as he realised your hair and grabbed the bottle of whisky that was beside.

"Since you used the gift I gave you, I want to use the gift you gave me. If you consent of course." America continues between your legs, holding the liquid and waiting for you to come out of your high. You were still breathing hard, even having a few spams, but you nod. However, when he still didn't move because you didn't vocalized it, you sighed. "Yes, I consent."

Hearing the green light, Alfred knelled down, with one hand placing the bottle entrance right against yours and the other holding your hip. "The whisky will taste so good inside of you." He mumbled before inserting the bottle and putting the liquid inside. It immediately burned. You let out a scream with the alcohol making contact with your hole and entering inside of you. You instinctively closed your legs while scratching the table beneath you with the burning and painful sensation inside of you.

Thankfully, Alfred only made it for three seconds before placing the bottle on the floor and spreading your legs open again. "Sorry sugar." His lips went to kiss your hole, but then went back just to get his glasses off and placed on your face. "Let me make you feel another type of burning sensation." He leaned down again, talking against your throbbing pussy, before giving a soft lick on your clit and starting gently sucking your overwhelmed zone.

Your hips spammed at the new sensation that Alfred was making you feel, his lips treating you just right, making the burning of the alcohol less painful with his tongue on work. Soft gasps were escaping from your mouth as he firmly gripped your hips so you wouldn't move much while he eat you out with quite hunger. "Alfred.." You whimpered his name, now gripping his hair so he couldn't move away. The American made an amused snort, that served like a type of vibrator inside of you and began to go faster now that you're comfortable.

"Oh yes! Shit!" You said in a cry, closing your eyes to savour the moment while feeling tears forming from the overwhelming sensation. "You're so good!" You rolled your head back, gripping his hair harder, while feeling your core twisting inside you and your pelvis tensing up. But when you were almost reaching your climax, America stopped the movement and withdrew his face from your vulva while looking at you with a mischievous grin, observing you.

Your chest was coming up and down with hard breaths, nipples hard, body tensed and now your angry face with tears behind his own glasses because of the denied orgasm. "It really did tasted good." He said in a cheerfully tone, that made you want to strangle him, if you weren't so down bad to come. "Jones you fuck!" You said with a few tears coming down, he rarely edges you, but when he does? It's always in the worse moments for you. He finally got up and leaned close to your face still with a smile, but whipping your tears. "Don't worry, I'll make you go to your highest, but not now." His blue eyes locked into yours before pulling his hand away and taking his pants off.

"It would be fantastic to have your warm mouth around me." Alfred tossed the pants and sat on his chair, pulling it closer to the table. The bulge on his underwear was huge, there was even a wet zone of pre-cum. Your eyes went from the bulge to his face, his eyes showing a quite intensity that always made you feel shivers down your pussy.

Your feet now touched the ground, then slowly, while making eye contact, you got on your knees, feeling the cold floor against you. Your hands went to his waistband, taking it off enough for the cock come jumping out of the clothing like a coil. It was indeed already pre leaking, kinda veiny and big. Really big. It was the double the width of your nose and the same length as your face! "Come on dear, we don't have all night." He grunt a little, finally feeling his amigo free. "But we have." You said in a seductive tone before kissing his tip and starting to move your hand around him.

The feeling of your soft palm around him sent tingles thorough his body, it was always so nice to feel the touch of the woman he loves. You chuckled when you felt him shiver, so on purpose you went to a slow tempo, making his head go back. "Go just a little faster, sweetie." He whined, gripping the armrest. So you obey and began stroking him faster, to the point he was now full groaning and looking up at the ceiling, ready to come at any moment

You watched his reaction closely and stopped stroking him when his balls started twitching, making Alfred release a big grunt. However, before he could look down at you, a new wet sensation came around his cock, making him actually whimper.

He then looked down and saw you sucking him while the hand continue stroking him. The sensation made him roll his eyes back while his hips started moving against your mouth. "Oh, so fucking good! Keep going." His voice came loud, now getting the hair out of your face and holding it away. Your eyes looked at his flushed face and you chuckled a little, biting his member. That only made him go forward with a moan and grip your hair.

"(Reader)!" He moaned your name thrusting himself against you, making you gag at his member. You continue sucking it, enjoying hearing every noise out of him, until there was a soft knock on the door, making both of you freeze! He immediately went to adjust himself while you were hidden in the free space beneath the table.

"Come in!" Alfred said grabbing a paper last second to fake reading. Matthew was the one who came in, talking about some snow and Canadian shit while Alfred just nod at everything he said. Your eyes rolled out of boredom until an idea poop in your mind. Alfred was still playing preformative with his brother when he gasped feeling your warm mouth around his cock again.

"Are you ok?" Matthew asked a bit worried with his brother reaction, but he knew that kind of reaction, of course he knew, his country was the one who literally created the most known porn site! But he decided not to say anything about it, maybe because he could be tripping. "Of course dude!" Alfred forced his loud voice, but it cracked a little at some point with you now gripping his cock hard.

"If you say so." Matthew continue talking, but Alfred wasn't really listening. The American tried his best not to make any strange sounds, but it didn't work with him moving on the chair every time you were putting your skills to work.

Meanwhile, you're having the time of your life with making him suffer, going fast and slow because you can and taking revenge from earlier. Your free hand went to touch is balls and squeeze them both, hard. Great mistake. America this time really moaned, cussing fuck out loud.

Then a silence followed with the brothers looking at each other. "Matthew dude! Let's continue this tomorrow." Alfred said hitting his fist on the table, the Canadian didn't even need to be told twice. He walked away saying good night and closing the door.

Alfred immediately got up, pushing his chair and got you up, roughly. "It was such a good idea you sucking me while I talk to my brother!" He said with fake joy on his tone, turning you around and giving you two hard slaps on the ass. Surprised gasps came out of your mouth at each slap and then you got placed against the table, with his hand on your shoulder blades.

He took the belt out, tying around your wrist and letting your arms go forward, but never back. "Is this what you wanted?" He gave another slap before grabbing his cock and teasing against your entrance, but not entering. You tried griding your hips so the cock would enter but his arm went around your throat, pulling you up and giving you another slap on the butt.

"You want it? Beg." His voice came lacking his loudness, making you feel shivers. "Please Al." You said shacking a little from the amount of horniness you're feeling. "Please what? Please let me go? Please fuck me?" His voice came tauntingly right on your ear before giving a sharp slap on your butt cheek.

"Please breed me!" You said in moan, grabbing the arm that was manhandling you. You always loved when America came deep inside of you, even if nations can't have children. "Breed you? Does my wife want to have my kids? Or saying this because of the moment?" Alfred's cock finally started penetrating you in a slow motion, making the carbon dioxide inside your lungs come out.

You nodded in confirmation, feeling your insides pressing around his fabulous cock. "Didn't hear you answering." The other free hand went to meet your clit, rubbing it, making your knees weak. "We can't have children, but we can do the act of doing one." You said while lifting your head to look at him. He chuckled before starting to move inside you.

"Consider this as my little present since you thought my gift was bad. Yes im still thinking about that." His hips were now starting to gain speed against you. "And be careful with Texas! Don't want him falling." He adjusted the glasses on your face. "You look cute with it, never cooler than me thought." A kiss was placed against your forehead, but he didn't even gave you the time to respond.

Right after, both his hands grabbed your hips and started thrusting you along side with him, making you have to grab the table counter. The sensation of his cock ripping your insides is going to be the best thing in this new day and maybe leave you sore with how rough he's going.

"Oh my, Francis is indeed right when he says that pussy and ass are the best thing in the world." Alfred's voice came with a laugh, giving your ass a squeeze before putting your body against the table and going faster. The new pounding was now making the whole table shake, paper falling, items shaking and including you! Your eyes were rolling every time he slammed your g-spot, making your whole mind go below the surface of how unholy this act was! You couldn't form a single sentence as Alfred continue dirty talking you with his taunting tone and your tied hands holding the table so you don't go forward like crazy.

America now leaned against your body, moving his hips like a rabbit in heat and his face was right on your shoulder. "Look at you, all wrecked because of me. But it was all you wanted, right?" He nibbled the sensitive skin on your nape, making you arch your back with a cry. "You sound so wonderful when I fuck the little brain of yours!" He said smirking before biting your shoulder. "Alfred!" You moaned his name with your legs going up with the feeling of his cock slamming inside of you hard, making your zone feel warm like hell.

"Fuck, you're so tight!" He groaned, thrusting two more times before changing to a grinding rhythm to chased your clit stimulation, which he knew it would work. You began making more noise, trying to get up but his weight stopping you from, with him focusing more in your satisfaction, it's not that the last tempo wasn't good, is that this one makes you come feel more sensitive.

"Jones!" You cried his last name, feeling him going so good and shallowly inside of you, even making you tear up with the stimulation. "Do you like it?" He asked in a low tone, tilting your head so he could kiss the tears falling on your profile. You nod with your head before your lips were captured in a kiss with his. He picked up the speed, now withdrawing his mouth from yours, but still hitting his cock against your clit.

The room was now fulfilled with the sound of your bodies whacking against each other, along side with the sound of your cries and his groans. Your walls started clinching around him before your climax finally came with a loud moan, making you arch your back and tremble all over the table in a state of ecstasy.

Alfred rhythm became more desperate, now that your vagina was begging him to come inside of you, making him thrust inside of you again. He pulled himself straight, with his hands now grabbing your waist to pull your whole body against his, while you were still bent down on the table. "Since I know you'll be the mom of my imaginary kids, I'll ejaculate inside of you." His voice came rough with his climax coming right around the corner and finally after a few more slams, he came inside of you, painting you all white from the inside and even from the outside of how hard he came.

America fell on top of you, breathing hard against your neck. "You always feel so good." He gave soft kisses on your neck, looking at you, but then chuckled seeing how out of this planet you were. His member finally withdrew with a poop, with his arms pulling you upwards before carrying you in bride-style. "After this we need a good shower!" He said kissing your lips and walking off the office after verifying no one was there.

A while later after you both shower, changed to nice clothes and he finally got Texas out of your face, you hugged him by his shoulders, placing your chin on his hair and he placed his head on your chest, while hugging your waist.

"I really hope Matthew doesn't suspects anything." You said with a sleepy tone. "Nah, he's too sweet." Alfred's voice was still loud but calmer. You wanted to correct him that sweet is not as same as innocent, but you're too tired to have this conversation.

"Good night big back." "Good night my burger."

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