Fetish Fuel

By The Fujoshi

The lack of updates is due to personal issues; I had a lot of them back to back last year. I ended up going to jail because my son escaped the house, lost my job, had to go to court as well as parenting classes until the winter time, was dealing with my bitchy mom as well as sudden depression. To top it all off both of my beta's are MIA!

Despite this I am starting the new year writing fanfiction but it's going slow after no months of activity. When I do update again it's going to be big but for now read random PWP smut. Beware I beta this myself because I am trying to see if my old beta is going to come back...

Dunno how I feel about Russia in this because I wanted him to be different for a change. Many times he is knowlegable about sex or rapetruck! but what happen if he wasn't and only knew the pleasures of pain, violence, and mindfuckery and not the good stuff? I had this in mind when I made this but still looks weird x.x

Warnings: Virgin Ivan, perverted horny virgin Al, penis fetish (possibly size gratification fetish.) CRACK. This has nothing to do with the other stories btw! This story came from reading the title 'America like big dicks,' from Russiamerica part of the Hetalia kink meme.

No I don't own Hetalia or there would be so much Russiamerica that fangirls would scream.

"So even with the recession as well as the wiki leaks I will explain the reasons why my country is still awesome!"

America was going to laugh but it was halted by the lack of attention. Everyone around the meeting table were huddled up in the corner section of the room.

The blond didn't think it was very polite or awesome that he was ignored for the usual gossip. Today was free speech day and as usual he took over the show but it didn't mean that the other countries should be jerks oh no!

So America marched right over; the site of a red faced pissed off England wasn't new but Japan looking muffled and red face as well set off hero alarms.

The Allies and Axis were mostly at this impromptu event for the start of the Year of the Rabbit but some nations like Prussia sneaked in along with Poland.

"-How dare you call my 'royal guard' small you bloody fucking wanker!"

Uh oh England was starting to go into cursing words so America knew the subject was touchy. He stood outside the circle, not in the center of attention, to try to piece together what everyone thought was so important more than himself.

"But dear England, your royal guard is down there with Japan and you know this." France gave him a leer and the British nation was two seconds from starting a fight.

"Ve~ I think most of the Asian nations are small..."

"This is a myth and you know it ARU!" Yao growled and started to unsnap his pants.

All the other nations looked eager in the circle but Kiku gasped. "We...We believe you! Please don't unbuckle your pants China! PLEASE!" He rubbed his temples. "Italy I cannot believe you told France my size."

"Sorry Sorry!" Italy paled and waved his hands. "I was just curious if all the other nations were bigger or smaller than you!" Behind those closed eyes he had a perverted look in them.

"Well from what we gather Japan isn't the smallest one it's dear-" But Francis was cut off by England throttling him as usual.

"You guys know that I am the biggest in the room with my awesome five meters!" Germany grumbled something and Gilbert laughed, using it to fuel the fire. "What was that West? Size doesn't matter? Mein Gott you're almost as big as me!"

Everyone was curious now, including America. "So you're saying you're bigger than all the other nations in this room?"

The only person who wasn't saying anything was Russia, who had the same masked look on his face, but his smile appeared wider than usual. "Ja Ja! Five meters!"

"Like that's a lie; you know how big five meters is?"

"I know! It's awesome ain't it?" England stopped choking France to glare at the former nation.

"Bollocks! That's shite and you know it!" Green met red and without thinking those two started to pull down their pants, only clad in boxers and briefs.

America was gasping like a fish, nantucket bobbing with his open mouth. All the nations with the exception of the Slavic silent one were comparing cock sizes...cock sizes of all things.

He coughed and adjusted his glasses; the last thing he needed was the others to find out he had a penis fetish. Oh no it wasn't just a manhood fetish he enjoyed big, large, hard dicks. The bigger they were around the better it was. It could be short but as long as it was fat like sausage...

Speaking of sausage, Alfred noticed how everyone was quiet, even Italy. "You're not five meters but you are long though." The nations did have a thread of decency by only palming their flesh and stretching it behind their shorts instead of flashing everyone.

"See told you! I'm longer than most of you here!" Prussia sung the tent in his boxers and Ludwig closed his eyes.

"Please put on pants..." America's speeches were idiotic yes but this was worse; much worse.

The countries soon resumed back to normalcy; America pretended that he wasn't interested but went back to his awesome conversation about how his own country should improve. He thought he heard something from his hat nation but shrugged it off.

'From the discussion, Prussia is just long and his brother is kinda...thick.' America wanted to drool at the idea of Ludwig's 'wurst.' He didn't feel any remorse for Artie nor Kiku; if he did bother to court them that would mean that he would be on top most of the time.

'But I really wish for something big and juicy.' Alfred felt no better than Francis but in all honesty he didn't care. All those years of England having a tight reign on him as well as his Puritan ways was a deadly cocktail for horny and unrestrained urges.

"Like I said we should start the year right by having a party over China's house! It's the year of the Rabbit!" 'Yeah the year for fucking giant dicks like a rabbit...' America was getting tired of this; he wanted to get laid bad. Stuffy England cock-blocked him for so many decades along with his own country. If he had to deal with another religious issue so help him he was going to explode-

"Go sit down already America! We had enough!" A pencil was thrown at him as well as a pen by said cock-blocking mentor. Alfred was grateful and sat down; blue eyes daydreaming as he ignored whatever the hell Germany was talking about now.

'Italian brothers are average, Japan is too small, China isn't bad but he isn't thick though, and Gil is just...long.' He laughed at the idea of being penetrated by a pencil. 'I think I seen everyone's manhood here except...'

That's right Russia didn't strip like the other nations did. Instead he just smiled and closed his eyes like an idiot as usual. The young nation was curious now; his mind concurring up thoughts.

'Is he...big? Embarrassed about his size because it's too small like his government?' The idea of seeing what is in his pants made America lick his lips. The idea festered like a virus, spreading until he had the urge to find out what the pale hair nation's size was. It would bug him forever!

"Alright we are done; I'll hand out notices for the next conference shortly." Everyone filed out, China the first one to leave in order to prepare for the Chinese New Year. The only ones still sticking around were Germany, a fuming England, and a laughing France.

America scanned around quick enough to give him whiplash. He stopped the large nation preparing his briefcase and grinned. "RUSSIA!"

Four heads turned in surprised; Russia only blinked but his mask was still in place. The blond wasted no time on latching onto the shocked Slavic nation like a leech and dragging him out the doors.

"The hell-" Alfred ignored his mentor/brother figure words as well as that ghost talking about how crazy he is. He pulled Russia a good ways away from the entrance until the large nation dragged his boots on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Violet eyes were curious but there was an undertone on his voice.

"Ummm...let's not do it out here." Ivan found America's averted eyes and blush curious; maybe today he would become one with him!

So the pair went into an empty room. "So what is it that you wanted. Surely it is not to compare your food to mine because you know I will win da?"

"Huh no." America wasn't going to take the jibe; he gulped before his nerves were shot down anymore, twittering his index fingers. "I want to know how big you are."

Russia didn't think he heard that right. He cocked his head to the right, eyes closed. "How big..."

"You are down there."

There was silence in the room.

Violet eyes were wide and froze and Russia just stood there, mask cracked and broken. He knew America was brash but this...The pale haired man didn't have time to react before America got on his hands and knees suddenly.

"W...what!" He was appalled on what the blond young dumb nation was considering!

"I wanna see it." There was a gleam in America's eyes behind those glasses.

"HET!" Russia growled and shook his head. "Did all that soda go straight to your brain and addle it?" Ivan tried to push the blond off and away but gloved hands were a vice grip on his pants.

The two ended up pushing back and forth, Russia trying to hold onto his pants as the eager nation tried to tear them off. He was considering pulling out his pipe and beating America with it.

"That's it!" America tackled Russia and the two crashed on the floor. Alfred ignored the kolkolkols and grabbed the nation's arms, using all his strength to pin him down.

Ivan sighed and glared; his aura glowing like a writhing untamed beast. America only smirked and made sure to shift his weight so that he was sitting on the man's stomach instead of his chest. He turned around and used his free hand to reach around and pull down his pants.

Russia hissed at the cool air on his lax member. He heard a gasped and he grumbled; turning his head away with a blush. 'I cannot believe the stupid fool is doing this...'

America was all grins; his eyes twinkling with stars and stripes behind them. Good God it was the opposite! Russia was huge! It was long and thick too! So that's why Russia sent those XS condoms!

"Now that you have seen it would you please get your fat ass off of me yes?" He felt America let go of his hands and pushed him back with an oomph. What the hell was the idiotic rash nation doing now?

"Is it bigger when it's hard?" Those words caused a storm of panic to swirl in Ivan's stomach. He tried to sit up again but Alfred pushed him back down, causing him to wince at the power, and wiggled downward.

Blue eyes were filled with joyous excitement; America wondered briefly if everyone was this huge in the Slavic nation's homeland. He closed his eyes and breathed; his nose getting the scent of vanilla and musk.

'How...would I make him hard?' It wasn't like America was that naïve; he knew how to have sex and seen it in action through the ages in various forms of visual development. Hell he currently had a few Hds at home to fap to.

Russia sat up, prepared to tell the stupid capitalist off, but the sight of America between his legs was a sight to behold. He wanted the country to bow to him and go on his knees and he was doing exactly that.

A tongue brought Ivan to his senses and he shivered in both disgust and pleasure. The blond was lapping along his member like it was a popsicle. "A...America get off of me."

"No." Despite Russia's protests he could feel him going hard under his ministrations. He was curious about this skin all around the head and covering up the tip. America dipped his tongue and tasted more of that musk down there. The blond kissed and worshipped the nation's cock; groaning and nibbling in satisfaction.

'This is bad...' Part of Ivan wanted this to continue since he never done this before but the other part wanted the young nation off of him.

"Oh gravy it's bigger when it's hard!" The sound in America's voice brought him out of his lust filled slumber and back to reality.

"Amerika I know this is one of your jokes or a plot to make more fun of my country so please cease this at once!" He pulled out his pipe and pushed Alfred off and away from his vital regions.

America landed on his ass with a thump. "Oh come on big guy!" He pouted and booed; folding his arms. Russia grumbled and rose up, attempting to pull up his pants and cover his erection.

There was a gleam in the blond's glasses; he waited until Ivan was on his feet before wrapping his arms around the man's legs, pulling his pants down again.

"ЧТО!" Russia yelped and tried to push him off; America held on fast. The blond made sure that Ivan wasn't going to fall over before letting him go.

The pale nation had it and was going to punch him in the face; higher power be damned. Russia froze and groaned as warmth and wetness surrounded his manhood.

America couldn't help himself; he had to open his mouth wide and taste it. He moaned and felt his own cock jump in his pants at the taste of flesh in his mouth. Alfred managed to swallow most of it but he was determined to deep throat the massive dick down his throat.

'He's so awesomely fat and thick and mmmmmm.' He made a noise in his mouth and Russia covered his mouth with a blush.

The Slavic nation experienced such things as pain, both mental and physical, as well as the small joyful wonders in life such as building a snowman, receiving a gift, and standing in a field of sunflowers. But this, this was different, this was sinful and charting into unknown territory.

Ivan found himself closing his eyes; the site of America on his hands and knees sucking the most sensitive part of his body was too much for him. The noises he was making was humiliating. 'God this pressure that's building up am I going to...'

America sucked in his cheeks and licked the erection in his mouth. He was a noob at this but enough porn made him have some kind of concept. Russia was patting his hair and the blond looked up to see the nation whimpering and mewling behind his hand, eyes closed tight and sweat on his face.

'What did the big guy never had an orgasm before like this?' America shrugged and continued on happily; suck in his cheeks and pushing down more until it hit the back of his throat. He felt his gag relax rebuke but Alfred ignored it and managed to slip at least a quarter more down.

'Fuck this.' Impatient, America decided to just pump the rest with his gloved fingers, feeling the length expand in his mouth. God he wanted to touch himself, he was hard to the point he wanted to scream but...

Russia tried to think of something, anything to get his mind off of America giving him a spur of the moment blowjob. Petting those blond sunny locks only intensified the feeling and he didn't want to look directly at the nation right now. 'Why am I resisting? This is good...'

He wasn't technically giving into the capitalist pig in front of him and his first time was better with him than someone like Belarus...

'Mmmh!' America almost bit down as he felt Russia thrust up and more of the massive member being shoved down his throat. He relaxed and pushed along with Ivan, spit and precome running down his chin. 'Hng...not used to this.' His mouth was getting used and tired but he really wanted to see how big it could expand in his mouth.

It took only a few more thrusts for Russia to finally come in his mouth. America wasn't prepared and pushed against the man's hips, coughing. Ivan did open his violet eyes to watch how his softening erection spurted all over the nations face and hair now.

"Rgh shush guoo." (Oh so good.) Alfred could have came when the Slavic nation grew even bigger and released in his mouth, but the bitter tasting on his tongue made him almost gag. He pushed back on his haunches and felt the sperm cover his hair and face, some of it getting down his glasses.

"Ermmit" (Dammit) He opened his mouth, Russia's essence on his tongue, sloshing around. America slowly took off Texas and swallowed, closing his eyes as what just happened played in his mind. 'Ah man am I insane he suppose to be the villain but man...his penis...his...' The sight of it again played in the blond's mind and he found his hand down his dress pants, jerking away.

Russia seen it all, the way he came all over the nation's face, the way he looked afterward, to how he was shamelessly and wantonly getting himself off afterward. A shaky hand ran through his pale hair and he tried to get his mind back into order.

'Take advantage of this...no he's playing a trick on you he only wants to get closer so he can overcome you... He doesn't care for you you're only a tool for him...become one with him become one with him!'

Ivan shook his head. Gathering his pants he ran out the door quickly, scarf bellowing behind him.

The pale haired nation found himself against the wall outside in the hallway. He slid down, face hiding in his scarf and eyes filled with a passionate flame and trepidation. 'What are you doing you should had taken him! He was ripe for the picking.'

Russia shook his head again and rested his arms on his knees. He was embarrassed to admit he never had sex before. His country was full of angst and violence, sexual gratification was only a means to an end in his mind. The colder pale nation never consider it over politics and mental warfare until today.

'Hm, no wonder the older nations do it so much; it felt really good.' He wanted to go back in there and take the arrogant America and fuck him over the table. He wanted to experience those emotions and blinding pleasure and...

Russia ran a hand through his sweaty hair and groaned. 'I should have just beaten the pig with a pipe instead.'

Puritans beliefs are really closest tided to purity and strict Christian beliefs. No one has explain this before except for one writer that I know of: http : / en. wikipedia. org / wiki / Puritan

America is suffering from the sudden rise of teenagers having sex between the age of 12-19 among other issues.

America has a Phallophilia or fetish for large penises and erections.

ЧТО: What!

Sorry once again for lack of updates x.x *bows again and again*