America and Russia~

"W-what? Why?" Alfred watched him, looking a little worried.

"B-Because I'm tired of trying to be someone I'm not. It hurts, and I want to be myself. I just want…"

"H-hey. You don't have to be someone else..." Alfred frowned, not really sure where all this was coming from, but not wanting Ivan to be sad.

"S-So, that's why I'm not anymore. I'm going to be myself. I'll go mad if I have to stay here with you without having you. I want—…I want you."

"...O-oh." Alfred blushed, staring at Ivan.

"S-So…I will go mad if I see you like this, and I won't be able to be wih you." Ivan move his hands up to Alfred's chin, staring in his eyes. "…And I want to kiss you."

"...W-well, you can if you want."

"T-Then…I will." Except, he didn't. He paused, staring at Alfred and battling with himself. He wanted to press his lips to Alfred's, but he was still struggling wih the part of him—the part he listened to for years that it was wrong—that was telling him no. He made a frustrated noise, then just closed his eyes tightly before he covered Alfred's lips in a desperate kiss.

Alfred kissed back as best he could, wrapping his arms around Ivan's neck. He knew this probably wasn't the best way to go about things, but he really wasn't sure what else to do. Ivan obviously wasn't happy with just being friends... but how much happier could he be about not living up to his father's expectations? And what did Ivan think... did he believe the lies that he was less of a person for having feelings for another guy? Alfred didn't want to push him into talking about stuff that he was uncomfortable with sharing... but at the same time, he didn't want Ivan to keep suffering like this. There had to be something he could do...

He keened softly, tilting his head at a small angle to deepen the kiss, his lips moving slowly against Alfred's. Yes, this is what Ivan wanted. He wanted to ravish the blond, and pour his feelings into the American through the kiss.

Alfred's ability to think coherently enough to worry about it began slowly going down the drain as the kiss went on. It did feel really nice. He relaxed against Ivan a little, sighing into the kiss.

Ivan's hands slid from Alfred's cheeks to rest on his neck, pulling him just that little bit closer, though he took several gentle steps forward, forcing the American back up against the wall. His hands trailed down to his torso, relishing in the feel of warm, moist skin, hydrated from the shower, and he opened his eyes a little bit to watch Alfred's reaction as he timidly, oh so timidly, prodded his lip with the very tip of his tongue.

Alfred shivered as Ivan trailed his hands down his chest, pulling Ivan closer. He paused for a moment when he felt Ivan's tongue gently touch his lip, then parted his lips to allow him in.

Ivan slid his eyes shut once again, letting his tongue slip past Alfred's lips and into his warm mouth. He let out a soft sigh, his hands resting just beneath Alfred's pectorals. Though the kiss was now far from innocent, it still held an almost child-like quality; he was timid and shy, unwilling to do anything more than press their tongues together until he was given the okay.

Alfred shifted a hand up into Ivan's hair and continued to kiss back, inexperienced but enthusiastic.

That was all the encouragement Ivan needed, and he made haste in intensifying it. His tongue wrapped around Alfred's urging it forward so he could suck on it, his lips wrapping around the appendage and massaging it.

Alfred made a small noise, pressing closer to Ivan. He'd definitely never been kissed like this before. He decided he liked it, though. A lot.

Ivan's hands found their way around Alfred, pressing into the small of his back to press their stomachs flush together. He pulled his lips away from the blond's to catch his breath, quickly stopping the thin string of saliva from falling by leaning in to kiss him again. He kissed the corner of his mouth, and his chin, and all along his jaw, and trailed down his neck, peppering as much skin as he could with the wet, loving touches.

"Mm..." Alfred shivered again, trying to pull Ivan even closer. He felt tingly all over, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. It just made him want more. That was all he could think about--wanting more. He wasn't even sure exactly how much 'more' entailed; he just knew that it involved Ivan and his lips and hands on Alfred--all over him.

Ivan flicked his tongue out, picking up that small water droplet--from what seemed like ages ago--from the dip in Alfred's neck. He paused there to suck on a clavicle, his hands roaming up Alfred's sides.

Alfred sucked in a breath, closing his eyes. "I-Ivan..."

"Mm..?" Ivan paused, glancing up at Alfred's face and--it was absolutely beautiful...--he smiled softly. "Da, Fredka? What is it?" His hands paused on Alfred's chest, thumbs rubbing circles dangerously close to his pink buds.

Alfred blushed and glanced away. "...I-it feels nice."

Ivan bit his lip, bringing one hand up to Alfred's face to turn his gaze back on him. "...Don't look away. I love your eyes."

The blush on Alfred's cheeks increased at his comment, but he obeyed, keeping his eyes trained to Ivan's. "O-ok."