A request from ICantStopReadinhHelp

Basically America is in a secret poly relationship with the Italy brothers (just found out when researching heights that they aren't twins. Romano is actually older)
America is the ultimate uke (he is also 5' in this oneshot, so he's extremely shorter than the Italies who are canonically 5'7 give or take an inch. For comparison, think of little Liechtenstein ((who is also 5')) next to the Italies)
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It was a secret nobody knew. It was kept so tightly secured and every movement was careful. America going on "operations" was a normal thing, and every event was planned to a tee. The beauty of a secret that could leave the most intellectual human speechless.

America: little, powerful, and poly. Well, how is he poly? Since he was captured during World War II, he has been in a secret relationship with not one but BOTH the Italies. How did this happen? Well, America's ungodly strength allowed him to easily escape the prisons of both Japan and Germany. However, the Italies had a pretty solid relationship with him and knew how to contain him. Though a bit airheaded, they were great observers and could judge a man simply on his posture and speech before concluding his worth. The Italies knew America didn't take well to imprisonment, he was the FREEDOM nation for a reason. So, when they captured him, they let him freely walk around the house with the exception of their office. America could walk around the small town he was kept in, buy things he wanted, and eat whatever he pleased. In return, he would be their prisoner until the allies physically freed him from their care. America respected the freedom he was given and didn't abuse it. He eventually started buying them small trinkets and even worked at a small cafe to earn pocket money.

Alfred enjoyed being around them, especially Feli. He was like an affectionate mother to him and loved to feed him until he had a bloated belly. The two even got into a habit of tinkering mechanics, cars and such. Lovino taught America how to cook basic Italian food and also taught him how to speak it better. Lovino was also the protective one and oftentimes got into fights and bar brawls over someone flirting with Alfred.

One night after a very bloody bar fight, Alfred was patching up Lovino and scolding him. Lovino finally couldn't take it and meshed their lips together flaming with passion. Feli walked in on them and puffed out his cheeks.

"I want to kiss Alfredo too!" he exclaimed, getting behind America and kissing his neck. That night, America gave his virginity to his captors. The relationship got stronger when Italy switched sides, deserting the axis. America then found himself having ten times the sex after that, giving that the allies didn't ever come for him on the assumption he would disrespect Italy and break the deal. Well, America actually was happy with them. Sadly though, upon the ending of the war, the nations separated. Decades passed before they rekindled their love, after the moon landing. The Italies had been there alongside Alfred to watch and "rewarded" Alfred on a job well done.

Now, in the 21st century, the Italies and America are together in secret. The other nations chalked up all of their "tinker time" as just putting parts together. They were semi right, parts were being put together, just not mechanical ones. The Italies loved their sweet American angel and easily hid their affection. However, one meeting they snapped. And well...

NEW YORK CITY MEETING HALL

America was giving his presentation on homelessness and financial ways to aid them. The presentation was flawless, leaving many nations impressed.

"How do jou know so much about zis, Alfred?" Germany asked.

"Hai, America-san. You have the rargest economy in the worrd. Yet, you have vast knowredge on this topic," Japan added. Alfred looked shocked at the statement.

"What are you implying?" Alfred asked. England shrugged.

"Well, you paint your country as such an amazing place. Even though homeless exists everywhere, it's hard to really think that you struggle with such a thing in a booming nation like yourself," England replied with sass. America gritted his teeth.

"Are you serious?!" he yelled, startling all the nations. Alfred stormed to the large window that showed all of Manhatten's skyline, "1 in every 121 residents in New York City is homeless! Close to 8.5 million people live in this city, which means that around 4,000 people are out on those streets right now begging for a scrap of food or a penny to buy a coffee! Never once did I walk in this city and not find someone who wasn't homeless! Do you even know what it's like in winter when you see a homeless woman and her six-year-old daughter shivering and half-frozen because of circumstances they couldn't control! 63,000 men, women, and kids aren't seen because they literally flock through our shelter system to not be a victim!"

"Victim?" most nations asked at once. Alfred grunted and his eyes moistened.

"Yes, victim! The saddest part of it is that they are often victims of hate crimes! Recently, a bunch of guys soaked a sleeping homeless man in gasoline and burnt him alive while he was sleeping on a park bench! The guy did it as an inaugural agreement to join a gang! And anyone who simply typecast my homeless as all drunkards and druggies is a complete and utter asshole! 46,000 of the homeless population is families who were evicted! Nearly a thousand of them are veterans who fought for me and now suffer PTSD! Thousands of teens are on the street right now because they were escaping abusive or violent environments! My government knows this problem exists, especially in large cities like New York City! But we lend out so much cash to other nations that MY people are brushed to the side because I have to fix everything! I get that I'm a superpower and that I need to help, but I can't go one day without realizing every one of my flaws! Never did I say I was a perfect nation! I'm very well aware that my government is corrupt and my citizens are crazy! I know my gun laws are messed up and my current boss is a complete jackass! Every day I hear people claiming how they want to leave me because of one reason or another! I suffer just like the rest of you have at one point! The fucking difference is I'm not even 250 years old, amassed the most powerful military on the planet, and every single one of you has needed me at some point! I'm a fucking kid compared to most of you!" Alfred panted, finishing his rant. He noticed how stunned the nations were and blushed darkly. He hadn't meant to explode on them like that, but he was just too tired to keep it in.

"America," Prussia softly approached him and embraced him, "jou don't need to cry. Mein awesome self is sorry for judging jou," Prussia rubbed the back of America's head. America blinked and felt his cheeks. He was crying, making him panic. He didn't want to make a fool of himself any more than he already had. The albino led him out of the conference hall and into the parlor, where he sat America down.

"Thanks, Gil," America softly said as Gilbert smiled. He wiped Alfred's tears and looked at him with an unreadable gleam in his eyes. Prussia then began to rub his back, getting lower and lower.

"Prussia, your hand is a little low don't you-" Alfred squeaked as Prussia groped him and leaned further in to lay a kiss on his lips. However, he was yanked away by a strong force and pulled back into the meeting hall.

"Listen you albino bastard! If I ever see you make a play on my America again I will stick your feet in cement and throw you off a cliff! America is ours! None of you have a right to touch him!" Romano exploded. The nations all looked confused.

"Fratello, they don't know. Remember?" Italy calmed his elder brother and gestured to the door, "go make sure Alfredo is ok. I'll handle it," Italy spoke with a tone Romano knew all too well. He quickly left and shut the door, Italy turning to face the nations, "My Fratello and I have been in a romantic relationship with Alfredo for decades. During the Second World War, we were able to keep him contained,"

"VHAT? HOW DID JOU DO ZAT?!" Germany yelled shocked. Japan was also surprised, as were the allies.

"Because America is the freedom nation. Keeping him caged like a bird would only prompt him to misbehave. So, we let America walk freely around my house, go out and shop on his own, and eat whatever he wanted. All he had to do was not go in my office for obvious reasons. The deal we made was set up that any of the allies just had to walk up to my doorstep and ask for him back, and both my fratello and I sent letters saying that. Alfred was never picked up by his allies, so he stayed with us. He respected our promise as well as our rules, and any pocket money he earned he would buy us tiny gifts. That is why we switched sides, Alfred respected us more than either of you two. You guys were great friends, but Alfred always made sure we were eating and never once criticized how we were. He let us work and operate at our own pace because he respected our ideas. He was so talented in art and mechanics and has a great singing voice. All things none of you other nations do for him! For years Lovi and I watched as you degraded and disrespected him, only giving him praise when you were kissing his ass! Well, today that's over! If any of you ever think of hurting my Alfredo in any way you will regret even knowing me," Italy began to walk out, stopping as he held the door, "remember, I can make anything look like an accident. The Mafia is famous for a reason," Italy threatened in a dark tone as he slammed the large oak doors. Italy grasped America's hand as he walked him and his brother to his car. Alfred blushed as Feli opened the door for him, but he saw his boyfriend was too upset to drive safely.

"Feli, how about I drive us to the hotel? You don't drive well when you're angry," Alfred calmly stated. He smiled softly at the Italians he loved so much as he helped them in and started to car. The drive was fun, Alfred busted out songs from the radio. His singing put a smile on his boyfriends' faces. Finally, they arrive at their destination, getting to the hotel in ten minutes. The valet took the expensive car to the executive lot, where only VIPs could park. Alfred walked in the hotel with his lovers, getting to their hotel room, "well, now that I know you guys will get into the room, I should be off. I still have paperw-" Lovino shoved Alfred inside the hotel room and put the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle. He locked the door and Feli quickly closed the curtains.

SMUT STARTS HERE

"tu non vieni," Lovino whispered with a husky tone. Alfred knew that meant one thing, he was totally fucked. Literally

(You're not going anywhere)

"Fratello, devi farlo l'ultima volta!" Italy argued. Romano sighed and nodded.

(Brother, you got to do it last time!)

"I've been wanting a blowjob anyway," Romano smiled devilishly at Alfred, "take those rags off," Alfred quickly threw off his clothing. He knew it was best to obey Lovino when he was horny. Feli smiled with a bittersweet gleam in his eyes, taking America's tie and binding his wrist in front of him.

"Bringing out the kinks, huh? You two must really need this," Alfred said but was silenced when Lovino tied his tie around Alfred's mouth.

"You're going to scream our names, so we have to muffle your voice," Lovino explained as he hugged Alfred from behind and sunk his teeth into his neck. Alfred blushed darkly as Lovino left dozens of hickeys and lovebites down his neck and shoulder. Lovino wrapped his arms around Alfred and started to tweak his nipples roughly. Alfred yelled in pleasure, his penis hardening quickly. Feli spread Alfred's thighs and left hickeys there as well, tainting the pure porcelain skin with purple marks of dominance. Feli then stuck Alfred's entire shaft down his throat, bobbing quickly. Alfred's legs began to tremble and with his bound hands, softly clenched Feli's hair. His moans were indeed muffled, but the two Italians could still hear Alfred's harsh panting. Alfred's salty precum was soaking his lower half and inner thighs, the pleasure was electric. Lovino pulled Alfred's nipple, making him release into Feli's mouth with a loud scream of pleasure. Feli swallowed all of it, the two Italians plenty hard now. The propped Alfred on his knees and removed the tie from his mouth.

"Fratello, he already prepared himself. What a good boy we have," Feli teased as he stuck two fingers inside Alfred's ass, scissoring him. Alfred clenched his jaw and began to tremble.

"Dammit, I need you inside. I need both of you to fill me. Please," Alfred begged. He was panting harshly, his tongue dripping in drool. Lovino shoved his dick down completely, moaning in pleasure. He thrust into Alfred's mouth roughly while Feli penetrated Alfred's ass. Feli added dozens of hickeys on the other side of Alfred's shoulder and neck, even trickling down his back. The two brothers had thrusted into the blonde in complete sync, both of them climaxing at the same time. Alfred was filled to the brim in both holes, Feli cumming so much when he pulled out it spurted all over America's back. Lovi was exhausted, but Feli was far from done.

"I will watch fratello," Lovino got off the bed and sat spread eagle on the chair. Feli put Alfred on his back and tied the longer piece of the tie to the bed frame. This left Alfred exposed, his muscles flexing with every stretch.

"Feli, please. Please fill me. Please," Alfred panted. Feli chuckled and snagged Alfred's hips.

"Such a naughty boy," he whispered as he thrusted into Alfred. America panted as Feli bounced him, the entire bed shaking. Lovino was jerking off and taping it on his phone. Feli was moaning as he felt Alfred tighten up again.

"FELI~" Alfred moaned sweetly, "più forte~ per favore!" Feli obeyed and thrusted faster, sweat beginning to thread on his brow.

(Faster, please)

"sei uno di noi!" Feli yelled as he felt a wave go through him, "I can't hold it all in!" Feli yelled cumming again, Alfred also climaxing onto his abdomen and chest. Feli once again pulled out after refilling him and adding more semen to the front of his America. Lovino grunted out as he came at the sight. Alfred was panting, his asshole leaking the white substance.

(you belong to us)

Lovino smiled at Alfred, snapping another photo of his cum covered body. He sent the video and photo to Feli as they watched America fall asleep in their filth.

SMUT END

The next day they awoke and saw Alfred was up and showered, only wearing a towel. His entire body was covered in hickeys and lovebites. Feli smiled and got out a collared shirt with buttons down the middle. He also got out a pair of dark jeans.

"You're going to wear these," he demanded as he took over cooking and shoved him to the bed. Alfred nodded and quickly dressed. Lovino had woken up by then and looked to his American lover.

"No no no, not like that," he said. America turned and was about to ask when Lovino ripped the top three buttons, highlighting Alfred's muscles and exposing his marks, "all those bastards are going to know you belong to us," the three ate and put on their coats. Upon arriving at the meeting hall, a maid walked up to them. All the nations were already there, conversing.

"May I take your coats, sirs?" the Italians swiftly took their coats off. Alfred hesitated but then got a look from Feli. He sighed and begrudgingly took off his coat. All conversations halted completely as Alfred was dragged to his spot between Feli and Lovino. Every nation saw Alfred's sex marks, making the young nations blush.

"See these bastards, Alfred is ours. You mess with him, you mess with us. Are we clear?" Lovino asked, a menacing tone obviously there. The nations quickly affirmed they understood and on went the meeting. From that day on, nobody picked on Alfred. Nobody flirted with him or even spoke a harsh word about him. Anybody who did, well, let's just say the Italies were men of their word.