RusAme~

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Ah, yes. Today is Father's Day, a day where children celebrate the father figures in their lives and shower them in love and presents. But in one household, particularly in the Jones-Braginsky household, it means one thing. 

A lot of love for Russia!

Now, I guess you might be wondering~

"Author? Why is only Ivan celebrated on Father's Day if both he and Alfred are male?"

Well, readers, it's simple. The states consider Alfred their mom, they even call him female pronouns such as "mom", "mommy", "ma", "mama", and "mother". It was Ivan that the states viewed as their father, specifically because of how Ivan acts.

While Alfred was protective of his children (the amount of blood on his hands is literally over a thousand at this point) Ivan was on a whole other level. If Alfred's corpse count is a thousand, then you could only imagine the corpse count of papa Ivan.

Let's take a brief look at last Father's Day, shall we~

Alfred and Ivan had gone to dinner for the first time in forever. They originally wanted a simple barbeque, but the children had set up an entire date night for them. The bar was known to have an alluring atmosphere, phenomenal food, and sapid spirits. When the two arrived at the nice bistro, they were seated at the bar per Ivan's request. He thought the dim lighting of the bistro was awful, being that it also dimmed Alfred's glow. So sitting by the bright bar really made Alfred shine.

Now, it was customary for Ivan to always picks Alfred's outfit on Father's Day. The opposite went for Mother's Day when Ivan was sometimes forced into some very promiscuous clothing. But this year, Ivan wanted Alfred to look stunning. He wanted all the other men in the bistro to grow envious when they looked at him. So, he picked out a sexy yet appropriate outfit for his lover.

A tight, red dress that went to his midthigh, red lipstick, and black heels.

Alfred had also added a black choker, making him look like the hottest man alive. From behind, nobody would be able to tell Alfred was a man. Even looking at him from the front would confuse people because of how curvy he was, but Ivan loved it.

The food was delicious, Ivan having the steak dinner and Alfred having the lobster bisque. The two gave each other bites and happily drank their champagne. The then proceeded to get the bistro's finest dessert, a coconut cheesecake with lemon glaze. It was delicious and the two really enjoyed their food.

But, that did not last very long.

When the two were finished with their shared dessert, Ivan had gotten up to use the restroom. Alfred continued to sip his champagne and watch the tv that was over the bar, they were playing some old rerun, he wasn't sure. That's when he felt a hand snag his waist and he was dragged into someone's chest. He looked up, seeing a man clad in very expensive clothing.

"Now, aren't you just a darling gem in a sea of subpar prizes,"

"I beg your pardon?" Alfred always acted more ladylike when he dressed like a lady, it was a force of habit from when he and Russia would go on dates in the pre-Soviet times.

"I said that you're beautiful, sweetheart,"

"Well, I appreciate the compliment but I'm-"

"Now, now. No need to rush things here, my little gemstone,"

"I'm not trying to-"

"It looks like you're here alone, that's just a darn shame for someone as incredibly intoxicating as you. Just a downright disappointment that someone hasn't snatched you up,"

"But, sir, I-"

"There's no need to make excuses, gemstone. What would your father think of his little girl dressing so sexy in a restaurant filled with fathers?"

"Sir, are you even a father?"

"Well, plenty of ladies have called me daddy before. But I can assure you that unless one of them lied to me about them being on birth control, I'm no real father," his hand rubbed Alfred's side lower and lower until he lightly spanked his ass.

"Sir, I'm sorry but I'm not-"

"Come on, your not going to make me beg are you?" the man smirked as his face got closer to Alfred's. That's when a finger tapped his shoulder and the pervy man, now aggravated, turned his head. When he saw Ivan with his strong arms folded against his sculpted and slightly hairy chest, he gulped.

"What are you doing to my husband, sir?"

"Husband?!" his head turned back to Alfred, "you're a crossdresser?!" the man yelled, making the entire restaurant look in their direction. Alfred blushed darkly and his sparkling eyes began to well with tears. Ivan's brow twitched and he cracked his knuckles, growling at the man for making Alfred feel uncomfortable.

"You made my sunflower cry, now I break your face, da?" while the threat wasn't carried out in the bistro...

It was carried out the following week by not just Ivan, but Denmark, Canada, Sweden, and Finland.

They never wanted to eat out on Father's Day again after that~

So this year, Alfred decided to make up for last years horrific mistake to his lovely husband. The kids were out of the house for the next 12 hours for their movie marathon and barbeque, so they had the entire mansion to themselves. Alfred woke up early and decided to break the rules. Instead of waiting for Ivan to wake up and he pick out their outfits, Alfred decided to get dressed, himself.

Going through the closet, Alfred knew he wanted the bigger nations to be turned on. So, the best way to ensure he got played with was to feed Russia's fantasies. He dressed in a sexy, white, sheer, robe with a white, lace thong and white thigh highs. He also slipped on a silver collar with a heart charm that read 'Angel'. Finishing the look with some white oxford heels, he looked pretty darn sexy.

He knew damn well once Ivan saw his outfit, the kinky side in the ashen blonde would make his perk American booty pay.

He began to prepare a huge breakfast for his big bear consisting of all of his favorites: black coffee with vodka, honey cottage cheese blini, razzleberry syrniki, semolina porridge with pomegranate compote, and six fried eggs with lightly toasted bread. After making the platter all nice and pretty, he started his way back upstairs so he could feed his husband.

Ivan had woken up and noticed that Alfred wasn't right beside him. Shooting up and looking around, he began to panic. He knew Alfred never broke their rules, so in his mind, it was automatically a bad sign. However, when Alfred knocked on their door and came in, Ivan felt every spareable ounce of blood rush south.

"Good morning, master~ I made you some yummy breakfast~" Alfred's tone screamed 'I wanna fuck~' and the outfit did not help Ivan whatsoever. In fact, his boner had already peeped through his sheets. Alfred noticed immediately and smirked, walking over to their vanity and bending down, sticking out his plump ass.

"Alfred, what is-"

"Ah, no talking master. It would seem you would like something else for breakfast, correct? It is your day, so you may have whatever you wish," Alfred walked over and perched himself on Ivan's lap, slightly grinding on him.

"Fredka," Ivan grunted as he felt his boner poke Alfred's ass, "the kids-"

"Are gone for the next 12 hours. We're all alone, Vanya~ To do whatever you wish~"

That's all it took for Ivan to snap.

SMUT STARTS HERE (does not go until the end)

Ivan snagged Alfred's hips and grinded harder, making Alfred moan softly. The Russian groaned when he felt Alfred tweak his nipple, sucking it softly. He proceeded to kiss up the Russian's hairy chest all the way to his earlobe.

"What's the matter? Afraid you'll hurt me? Don't worry, I'm tough~ You can go dry for all I care~ Today, you're my master~ And I will do whatever you command~" Ivan slapped Alfred's ass and roughly grabbed it. Alfred chuckled and proceeded to grind more until Alfred's face was right by Ivan's boner.

He licked it through the sheets before removing the covers, sucking it through Ivan's briefs. Without much warning, Alfred yanked down Ivan's underwear and licked his entire shaft. Ivan gasped and clutched Alfred's hair, beginning to pant. 

He forced Alfred's head all the way down his shaft, making Alfred moan. He bobbed his head on Ivan's member for a few minutes, switching between sucking and jerking him off. He also made use of his tongue, assuring Ivan was being fully pleasured.

His lips shined with Ivan's precum as he suddenly deep throated Ivan and moaned at the same time, making Ivan lose all control and cum heavily down his lover's throat. Alfred smirked as his mouth popped off, licking his lips and kissing Ivan's thighs. He then crawled up and began to make sweet love to Ivan, grinding on him once again.

Ivan's boner began to grow again and the elder nations knew he wasn't going to hold back. He forced Alfred's back to the mattress and ripped the panties off, shoving his length inside. Alfred moaned loudly as Ivan began to wildly thrust, hitting the younger's prostate within minutes. Alfred moaned as he felt Ivan constantly target his sweet spot, making both of them cum in ten minutes flat.

But, it didn't stop there. They did every position in the book, on every possible surface in the house. Alfred couldn't even walk four hours into the day, forcing Ivan to carry him around. Which led to even more fucking.

Ivan never stopped and Alfred always accepted......

SMUT END

By the time Alfred and Ivan had showered and got ready for the kids, the younger had a tiny bump from all the semen inside of him. But he lied to his kids and told them it was a food baby. One by one, all the states entered the house and gave Ivan presents and affection.

Unknowingly, the best present was going to be given by Alfred.

The barbeque was amazing, the movie marathon made the family bond, and once everyone was asleep it left the nations to themselves to converse. Ivan helped Alfred clean up the dishes, drying them and putting them away as Alfred washed them.

"So, I take it you enjoyed your Father's Day, Vanya?"

"Da, it's been the best one so far,"

"I should think so, after all, we played for so long. I wouldn't be surprised if you wanted another round, daddy~"

"Nyet, do not start with that kink! The only people in my life I like hearing that from are the children!" Ivan chuckled and turned his body, hugging his sunflower, "but, da. I would like another round, please,"

"We got until midnight, come on big guy,"

The two had a few more rounds before going to bed.

10 MONTHS LATER

"Ivan! I'm pregnant!" Alfred screamed as he showed the elder the positive test. Ivan dropped the porcelain platter, shattering it to pieces.

"Wh-what?" Ivan stuttered. Alfred instantly felt worried and began to back away.

"N-nevermind, I'll just-" Ivan was quick to embrace Alfred and kiss him lovingly. Alfred was quicker to reciprocate the affection, making the elder smile, "you're not mad, Vanya?"

"Nyet! I would never be mad! I'm going to be a papa again!" he gently lifted Alfred, both laughing joyously.

......

Ivan's eyes fluttered open as he gazed down at his beloved Alfred, still in his hospital gown with the few machines hooked up to him. He shifted a few hairs from his beloved's face and chuckled, noticing he still had that motherly glow to his skin. He kissed his forehead and stood up very carefully.

After going to the bathroom and washing his hands, he heard it. Walking back out and looking down, he smiled softly. Reaching down, he softly grazed her cheek, making her giggle cutely. His baby girl was whining, her blue eyes were sparkling, and her platinum hair was a tuff of fluff. It had been an agonizing, twelve-hour birth for his sunflower. But he couldn't be happier at his bundle of happiness looking up at him.

Ivan was now a papa, once again.

To his dear, little Rosalia Braginsky-Jones.