A Pervert's Fantasy (A Prussia + Hungary LEMON)

WARNING: May include some bondage! Don't say I didn't warn you!

"I hate you, Gilbert," Elizabetha said to him as he held the leather riding crop firmly in his grasp. The red-eyed German looked at her and laughed sinisterly as he snapped the leather strip on his palm.

CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!

"Vat do you vant, Elizabetha? Don't tell me you don't know vat is going on inside your head!" he teased crudely as he stared at her stripped-naked form tied up.

She was tied up in such a way that even her private areas were exposed for him to see. Her hands were behind her back, her legs were tied apart as if in a gynecologist's chair to give Gilbert a good view of her womanhood, and her nipples were hard and upright due to the slight chill in the dark, dim room. She rolled her eyes at the German and shook her head, struggling to move in the tight collar.

Gilbert, on the other hand, was a sight to see himself, and he was scantily clad in an outfit made entirely of thin leather. He wore no underpants, leaving his member to stand erect through the gap in his open leather chaps, and two leather straps with metal buckles crossed over his chest to make him look more intimidating. This was a success, for Elizabetha was taken from her home, stripped completely, and tied up in a weird, strappy contraption. This was a pervert's fantasy.

SNAP!

"Ow! What are you doing, Gilbert?" Elizabetha shouted, responding to the riding crop striking her bottom. "That hurts a lot!"

SNAP!

"Stop that! I mean it!" she repeated, the same distressing shout. The German looked down at his member, beginning to stroke it hard and fast as he stared at her distressing expression. Then, it turned to disgust--what the hell is he doing, she asked herself.

Suddenly, he grabbed her head, clutching her light brown hair tightly as he shoved his erection into her mouth. She screamed, gagging as his cock went in and out of her orifice.

"Oh, ja! Zat feels good! No vonder my brozer loves sadistic porn!" he giggled, moaning in pleasure as his member made Elizabetha's cries of disapproval turn to quiet, but audible throat gags. Once he went faster, Elizabetha started gagging so much she let out a few strained coughs. She kept shaking her head to free herself from Gilbert's tight grasp, finally getting his dick out of her mouth as she coughed heavily from him gagging her with his erect member.

"You idiot! What are you doing!? Sto--"

It began again, and Elizabetha's eyes widened as her breath was prevented and it was practically thrusting in and out of the hollow of her throat. Gilbert cackled sadistically at the sensation of her warm, wet mouth.

"Ooh! Zis is awesome!" he groaned, the evil grin still on his face as he felt an even better sensation. "Ooh! Looks who's going to cum!"

Elizabetha's eyes widened upon hearing him, and once she felt his liquid seed pour into her mouth, she spat it out on Gilbert, expressing her disapproval. However, on her tongue it tasted OK, so she swallowed some of it until gasping in her response to him beginning to lick her slick, hot folds.

"Ah! Gilbert! Ahh!" she shouted. He stroked her clit with his index finger, looking up into her eyes with his bright red eyes full of sadistic lust.

"You're all vet, Elizabetha!" he said, sticking a finger inside of her. She winced and moved in her strappy binding, trying to make him stop.

"Stop! I'm warning you!" she shrieked angrily.

"Varning me? Vhy? It's apparent you feel awesome, too!" he said, his finger going deeper as he sucked on her bundle of nerves gently. Elizabetha couldn't help but moan; it actually did feel good, but she hated Gilbert so much that she didn't want to show it. However, she was failing miserably as he sucked her harder and harder with each passing minute as his finger dug into her anterior wall.

"Gilbert! I.....hate....y-you!" she shouted, intense pleasure concealed in her voice. He stopped and stood up, shoving his member inside of her. It was without warning--Elizabetha didn't like this.

"Ah!! Stop! It hurts!!" she exclaimed. Her arms seemed to have minds of their own, wrapping around Gilbert's collared neck spontaneously as he thrust in and out of her roughly.

"It's so much better inside of you, Elizabetha! Admit it--you like vat I'm doing," he told her.

"No! I do not!" she shouted, still holding him close.

"You are holding me, and zat is ze only logical giveaway!" Gilbert contradicted.

"Am I?" she asked, looking into his red-violet eyes.

"Ja!" he told her, laughing as he kept going in and out of her. Elizabetha felt more pleasure, but resisted it to the point where she started screaming.

"Gilbert! Ah!!" she moaned, panting breathlessly. "Stop it!"

"You moaned my name! Zat's it! You like it!!" he responded, going deeper inside of her as he wrapped her legs around his waist.

"It's so hot and vet!" Gilbert finally said moments later. "It must feel good to you!"

"No!" she lied. "I hate it! Stop it!"

"I zink you do!! Don't deny it!" he commanded, whispering in her ear. "You are turned on by my awesomeness!"

"No!" she repeated for the umpteenth time. "Stop!"

"You're getting tighter around me! Ja, you are!" he cooed, moaning loudly from the pleasure Elizabetha's liquid heat gave him. She experienced a sudden rush of ecstasy, and found herself shouting.

"Stop...I'm going to...I'm going to--"

"Vat are you going to do, lieben?" he asked. "I know vat I am going to do--I am going to come!"

"No!!"

"Ja!"

With that, another dose of Gilbert's semen came in contact with her body, and it was inside her. Elizabetha hated the feeling of being dominated, but she knew she couldn't run and hide; she was bound in an awkward position. Gilbert kissed her cheek and smiled at her deviously.

"Guten nacht." Those were his final words before leaving the Hungarian woman bound in the room, awkward position and all.

Shopping in Warsaw (A Poland + Lithuania ONE-SHOT)

Sorry guys, keeping it clean in this one!! Enjoy!!

"Like, isn't this dress pretty, Toris?" the young Polish man said as he pushed the dressing room curtain aside in order to step out. He posed like a runway model with his hands on his hips and his legs parted to show his friend Toris the outfit he had just taken off the sale rack. Toris never really understood why Feliks, his longtime friend, would insist on dressing like a girl. Oh well, he thought from time to time, it's none of my business.

The Lithuanian blushed, looking at him with the same kind of incredulity he always had when his friend dressed in drag. Feliks was trying on a long-sleeved dress in his favorite color, pink, with a coordinating russet-colored turtleneck underneath it. The look was completed with pink and white striped tights and a pair of heeled black boots. Toris smiled shyly and nodded at his friend, who still posed effeminately.

"It...is a good look," he said. Feliks smiled at him, placing his delicate hands to his chest as if touched by something emotional. Signs of blushing showed in his cheeks as he looked at Toris, whose remained on his for a long, seemingly endless moment. Meanwhile, a saleswoman came by holding a frilly blue skirt on a hanger, and it diverted Feliks and made him excitedly frantic. He walked to the saleswoman and tapped her on the shoulder just before she could hang it up on a rack.

"Excuse me, but I think, like, that skirt totally has my name on it," Feliks said, looking at the young saleswoman.

"Certainly," she said, handing him the skirt on the hanger. Her eyes scanned the outfit he had been modelling for Toris; "that looks fabulous on you!"

"Thank you!" Feliks said with a cheeky smile, walking back to a sitting Toris near the fitting room.

"I'm so buying this," the young Polish man said, admiring himself in the mirror again before going in with the skirt. He closed the curtain and took off the clothing items. Before putting on the skirt, he undid the back closure and slipped into it. Pulling it up to his waist, he had trouble redoing the closure. He poked his head out of the fitting room curtain and caught Toris' attention.

"You there," he joked with blushing cheeks. "Can you come in here and help me?"

The thought of going into a fitting room with his flamboyant friend made him feel odd, a mixture of alien emotions he had never felt before. Shaking his head, he got up and went into the fitting room, where Feliks had the skirt fastened on him already. Toris raised his eyebrow at Feliks, who stared back with his seductive green eyes and batting his eyelashes.

"F-F-Feliks?" Toris asked. "The...well...the skirt. You managed to put it on yourself."

"Yes, I did," he answered.

"Alright, I guess you don't need me," Toris said, turning his back to reach for the fitting room's curtain. Before he could even touch the coarse fabric, Feliks grabbed both of his hands and pinned him against the wall, pressing his lips to his. Toris' eyes widened and stayed that way until Feliks ended the kiss. He smiled at the Lithuanian lovingly, but Toris was embarrassed.

"Feliks....I...why did you...why?" he asked. The young Polish man wrapped his arms around Toris' neck, looking into his eyes. 

"I like you very much, Toris," he confessed. "I hope you like me, too."

"Feliks," Toris said with uncertainty. "I...well...I have felt something...toward you for a little while now."

"You have? Oh, I'm so happy," Feliks said with a bright smile. Toris smiled shyly as their foreheads leaned in slowly for their lips to meet in a tender, warm kiss.

The taste of Felik's lips was that of strawberry lip gloss, but Toris didn't mind it one bit. He was more relaxed knowing that he was with someone with whom he had gotten along with for so long. Feliks' hands placed themselves on the sides of his crush's face, and Toris' arms were snaked around his friend's waist, hugging him snugly against him. Feliks moaned gently as Toris' tongue brushed against his lower lip. He put his own tongue to use, making their kiss be a competition for dominance. After a few minutes of soft moaning, Toris won; Feliks was dissatisfied and broke the kiss.

"No fair," he said.

"It's fair to me," Toris answered with a soft giggle. "Oh well, how can I possibly make it fair for you?"

"Be my boyfriend?" Feliks suggested.

"Done," Toris said with a smile.

Sunflower Fields (A Ukraine + Estonia LEMON)

My newest lemon!! Enjoy!!

 

"Irunya! Where are you?"

 

Eduard heard familiar giggling as he called out her name. The grassy terrain crunched below his feet as he ran rapidly into the field of brightly-colored sunflowers. The sun was beginning to set, and the skyline was becoming a light orange shade that illuminated his environment perfectly. Everything seemed to be so joyful and happy, sharing the same yellow hues as the sunflowers and the setting sun.

He walked around for a few minutes, moving through the crowded, tall plants to track down the sound of laughter. The sound continued, making the young man's heart flutter like a big butterfly in his chest. When he heard a thump, the giggling turned to full-out laughter. Walking a few steps forward, whilst moving a few thick sunflower stems and leaves aside, he saw the Ukrainian girl kneeling and laughing. 

"Silly me! I suck! I tripped!" she howled, joviality still present in her voice. Eduard sat down in front of her and let out a giggle, adjusting his glasses as he studied her carefully.

Irunya Braginskya had been a good friend of his for some time now, but he acknowledged his deeper feelings for her soon after they met. It wasn't at first sight, but it was the fact that he felt bad for her. She came from a poor family who farmed for a living and at the age of twenty, she still lived in her small Ukrainian village. Eduard thought she was a very beautiful girl, of course, from her platinum blonde, chin length hair held back by a few hair clips and a blue bandana. She had bland dark blue eyes, fair skin, and dressed in a homely manner. Today she was not wearing the usual white blouse and pants with suspenders; she was wearing a dark blue, voluminous skirt with a butter yellow sheer blouse which accentuated her enormous, natural bust. Eduard was so intrigued by the contents of her blouse, and it wasn't just this time...it was every time he saw her. Just thinking of their size and fullness when he wasn't in the Ukraine visiting her made him harden to the point where a bulge showed through his pants. Eduard loved her, his emotions intensifying as he noticed a rip on the top of her blouse where the buttons were. He cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow, looking at the area the rip was in so he could convey it to her without embarrassment. 

"Oh dear god," she said, shaking her head with pink, blushing cheeks as she struggled to cover up the hole in her blouse. Eduard protested with his eyes, but also moved her hand away from her large bosom. He licked his lips subtly, Irunya looking at him strangely. She, in turn, liked Eduard but hid her feelings out of fear of heartbreak and rejection.

"Don't...you don't have to hide, Irunya," he told her, blushing violently. Irunya shook her head frantically.

"This is humiliating! On top of it, my big boobies are making my back hurt a lot," she whined. This was not unusual; Eduard was used to this and normally expected it, but he was so desperate to show her he really had feelings for her. Sympathizing with her pain, he crawled over a few inches and began rubbing and patting her back gently. Irunya blushed, but still enjoyed his touch.

"I'm sorry you have pain, Irunya," Eduard told her, his fingers gliding over the yellow fabric that covered her back. She looked back into his eyes and smiled.

"I'm feeling a little better," she told him, relieving him of the thought that he may have been bothering her. He smiled, inhaling the fresh, unusual scent of the tall sunflowers around them. The sunlight added to their strangely alluring fragrance as he inhaled deeply.

"What a beautiful day," he said. 

"Oh? It's nearly sunset," Irunya contradicted.

"I know, but it is still beautiful. Whenever the sun is up, I am happy," Eduard said, looking into her eyes as he began caressing her cheek. "But when I am with you, it is even better." The sound of his voice captivated her so easily--it was like she fell deeper in love with him at an instant. Her cheeks turned a bright, rosy tint as his gentle touch sent chills of joy down her spine.

"Eduard," she said. 

"Yes, Irunya. I really like you," he confessed, leaning in to kiss her. His lips crashed onto hers, and while Irunya was surprised at first, she relaxed with passing seconds as he held her close with his hands on her waist and her arms snaked around his neck and shoulders. Eduard loved the taste and feel of her lips, but he was turned on at the feeling of her enormous breast pressing against his chest. The inseam of his pants grew tighter as they continued kissing. Within a matter of moments, Irunya broke the kiss. 

"I...like you, too, Eduard," she told him, kissing his cheek gently. Smirking, he kissed her passionately, enjoying the feeling of her bosom pressing against his chest. He held her tightly, causing her to moan in their kiss just before he broke it to speak. Irunya stared into his eyes.

"Have you ever been with a man, Irunya?" Eduard asked, causing her to blush a dark shade of red at such a question. 

"Why do you ask such things?" she questioned.

"I am just curious," he replied, looking down at her smooth cotton skirt to feel the fabric. To Irunya, it felt like he was touching her thigh; she enjoyed the feeling, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Eduard, in turn, crashed his lips onto hers with such force that she fell back onto the grass.

Kneeling between her legs, he pinned her skirt firmly to the ground as his kissing drive her wild. She moaned delicately, feeling his hand go to the hole in the middle of her shirt. His grip on the edge of the tear was firm, so he broke the kiss in order to rip the rest of her already-ruined shirt. She squealed in shock, blushing as her sizeable cleavage became more visible. Eduard looked down, caressing the exposed parts of her fullness; he knew they were begging for him to release them from their confines in her bra. Irunya reached to the front of her bra and unhooked the front clasp for him, knowing that he wanted to see and do maybe more to her most well-known feature.

"Here," she groaned lightly, finally unhooking the clasp. "It hooks in the front."

Eduard pulled the cups off her breasts and looked at them, his eyes hungry with insane lust as his hand ran over them. She moaned heavily, panting as she felt his tongue brush her left nipple. She held him close to her, running her fingers through his blond hair as he suckled her. Irunya blushed with a slight bit of embarrassment--he reminded her of a baby taking in milk from its mother.

"Eduard...oh," she moaned, his other hand caressing her other breast with gentle, slow strokes. He moaned as he took her other nipple into his mouth, sucking her wildly and vivaciously.

"Eduard," she repeated. His name sounded more like a sacred chant as she continued rubbing his head. His mouth still feasted lightly on her nipples as he reached up her skirt to stroke her through her panties. She gasped enough for him to notice, and he liked that she was enjoying herself. The thin fabric of her panties was soaked with her juices, especially where he was stroking her. Eduard continued kissing her breasts as his fingers teased her divinity.

"Eduard!" she moaned, blushing madly from the sensations. He smirked, sucking on a nipple before speaking.

"You are so wet," he said. He stopped, leaving her body begging for more of his sweet torment.

"Why did you stop?" she questioned. "More, please!" She was really begging now, and it aroused Eduard greatly.

"Wait a moment," he told her, reaching under her bottom to pull her panties off. Irunya blushed, the undergarment traveling down her skirt slowly as he smirked jokingly. He then leaned forward toward her newly-exposed womanhood, his tongue brushing her folds slowly. She jolted upon first feeling the sensation.

"Eduard! What are you....oh....ah," she moaned. 

He began licking from the bottom of her wetness to the top, slowly as he took his time with pleasuring her. Irunya tried to relax her upper body by laying with her arms spread out, preventing her hips from bucking too soon. When he started sucking her small bundle of nerves, she blushed and arched her back quickly.

"Ed-E-Eduard," she sighed, flattening her back one more time against the warm blades of green and tan grass. The remains of her blouse were still on her, but her breasts were fully exposed, nipples hardened greatly from the pleasure. He reached up, fondling one in his hand, making her gasp loudly.

"Ah!" she moaned. "It's amazing! More!"

"More?" Eduard asked, sticking the index finger of his free hand inside of her slowly. As she moaned, he slid it in and out, her juices lubricating his finger just perfectly as he determined that she was definitely ready for him to go inside her. He undid his belt and unzipped his slacks, lifting the front of her skirt up so he could kneel between her legs and rub the head of his member to her liquidity. He looked down into her eyes, smiling down at her as he pushed himself into her liquid heat slowly. She arched her back.

"Ah! Eduard!" she whimpered, arching her back. He held her close to him, starting as slow as he entered her, going in only so deep in order to tease her and make her beg for more.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Irunya nodded.

"Yes. It didn't hurt too much. You can move now," she told him.

Her arms snaked around his neck as his hands travelled down to her hips, holding them as he went wild inside of her. They moaned together, satisfied with the pleasure they were getting evenly from each other.

"Irunya! It's amazing inside of you!" he shouted, tilting her bucking hips upward so he could hit her sweet spot.

"AH! Вона відчуває себе так добре. Я збираюся оніміли!" she moaned in her mother tongue, her heart racing faster than percussion underneath the Estonian.

"See on kerimine minu ümber," he groaned, speaking his language as he moved faster inside of her. He still had most of his clothes on, but his member was sticking out of his pants. Almost every inch of his body was covered in a thin layer of perspiration. When he felt like he was nearing his climax, he held her close and whispered forcefully into her ear.

"I am about to--" He came inside of her, making Irunya feel a strange, warm fluidity flow inside her. He pulled out of her and looked down, putting his erection back in his pants as he looked down at Irunya. She looked exhausted, her enormous, natural breasts rising up and down in sync with her breathing. 

"Ma armastan sind," he told her. Her eyes widened, looking up at him
"What did you say?" she asked.

"I love you, Irunya," he repeated, leaning forward to kiss her gently. Returning it wholeheartedly, she broke the kiss to answer.

"I love you, too, Eduard," she told him, sitting up to put her panties back where they belonged under her skirt. She then hooked her bra back up, but knew she had nothing on her at that moment to fix her blouse.

"It's alright," he said. "I love how that looks."

"Don't be foolish! I look a mess!" Irunya contradicted.

"Come on. Why don't we call it a day, eh?" he suggested.

With that, he picked her up bridal-style and walked in the seemingly never ending sunflower field toward her small house. This sure was the best sunny day he had ever had in his life.

The Wrong Side of Tonight (A Russia + Belarus LEMON)

Sorry I haven't posted a lemon in a while...I have been really focused on my Ludwig baby daddy story "The Scarlet Woman" and its sequel, "The End of Innocence". Go check them out on my FanFiction page.
In the meantime, I REALLY felt the need to write a lemon about Russia and Belarus...what if she really was successful in forcing him to marry her? What would their wedding night be like? The answer is yet to be revealed...
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"Oh, big brother?"

Ivan's heart pounded in his chest in fear of his new wife. Actually, she wasn't a new woman; she was his younger sister and earlier that day, the two were married. Ivan did not want to give into the pressure of Natalya's incestuous love for him, but he was forced to propose to her at gunpoint. He didn't want to die, so he did as told and during their small, low-key wedding, he was forced to say "I do" at gunpoint. During that fateful moment, Ivan had years pooling in his violet eyes--what was he going to do?

The door was closed for two reasons; one, to allow Ivan to have privacy as he changed into his pajamas, and second (the most important reason) to keep Natalya away from him for just a while longer. Once he heard scratching at the door, he ran and hid under the bed just after buttoning the last button on his pajama top.

"Big brother," Natalya began calmly. "We are husband and wife now. Know what that means?" Ivan didn't answer as he cowered under the bed, his stomach pressed against the wooden floor that the bed frame rested on. He whimpered enough to hear himself, but quiet enough that Natalya could not clearly hear him.

"It's time to REALLY become one, big brother. If you open up the door--"

"NO! I don't want to!" Ivan finally shrieked, realizing that his response only provoked her to kick the door down to get at him. She had initially expected him to be on the bed, but when he was no where to be found, she walked around slowly, peering endlessly for her brother. Ivan felt himself tremble as he heard her footsteps--he was really stuck now.

"I'm going to find you, brother," she said creepily. "Whether you like it or not." The young man shut himself up as he heard the doors of the closet open. Natalya looked everywhere for him until she saw a familiar pair of boots stick out from under the bed.

At last, she thought as she used all of her strength to pull Ivan by his feet out from under the bed. He started to scream and beg for help, but it was to no avail--Natalya would be getting her way yet again with him.

"No! No! Let me go! Please, I beg you!" Ivan pleaded. "This is so wrong! I am your brother! Married or not, you will never be my wife!"

"You are the only man I'd let deflower me," she sneered. "Just get on the bed with me and we'll have fun."

"No! I won't!" Ivan protested. Kolkolkolkol, he thought redundantly in his head.

"Don't you dare make me get my gunman again!" Natalya threatened. Ivan began to weep and bellow at this--in truth, he'd rather die than have sex with his own sister, but at the same time, he wanted to see if there was a way to divorce her.

"I don't care! I'd rather die!" Ivan said in distress. She looked down at him; she saw him as being easily influenced.

"Very well," she said. "TSVIRKUNOV!"

Ivan watched as Natalya's gunman came from behind the door rapidly. Tsvirkunov was a man who was taller than Ivan, but he was extremely intimidating with excessive bulk and a deep, raspy voice. As Ivan got up and nearly darted out the door, Tsvirkunov stopped him and pointed a rifle at his head as the hopeless Russian fell to his knees in front of him.

"What do you want me to make him do, Mrs. Braginsky?" he boomed.

Natalya unbuttoned the front of her dress, letting it drop off of her form and onto the wooden floor. She was clad in nothing but her bra, panties, stockings and shoes. Tsvirkunov looked at her in shock, while Ivan begged for his life.

"Mrs. Braginsky, what are you doing?" Tsvirkunov asked with disbelief.

"I want to...make love with him," she ordered, sitting on the bed with high hopes of tempting her brother and husband. Ivan looked back at her, but Tsvirkunov looked down at him mercilessly.

"Do it or die," he ordered.

"You can't be serious!" Ivan shouted, whimpering helplessly. "She's my sister! That is so wrong!" He heard the intimidating man cock the gun--he was ready to shoot.

"NOW!" he screamed. Ivan grimaced, making his way toward the bed rapidly. He was extremely reluctant, but if he wanted to live, he needed to do what he said. Natalya looked over at Ivan and smiled, her dark blue eyes looking at him lustfully.

Before he knew it, she held his face and began kissing him with insane passion. Ivan's tears continued to fall as he gave into it. 'Stop being a pussy, he thought, just get through it. Just one night. That's all.'

Natalya went on top of Ivan and kissed him, straddling him as she struggled to remove his clothing. Once his pajama top was unbuttoned, she left wet kisses all over his chest. Ivan, in a twisted way, thought this felt good but he still controlled himself.

Things felt so much worse for Ivan when she pulled off his pajama bottoms and his underpants. Upon seeing he wasn't as hard as she expected, she reached down and stroked him. Her brother gasped and felt so uncomfortable he could have died.

"Big brother, why aren't you hard?" she asked playfully before taking his member into her mouth.

"Ah!" he groaned as the sensation of her hot, moist mouth began sucking on him relentlessly. Whatever she could not fit in her mouth, she stroked with her tightly closed hand, pumping him as she licked the sides of his shaft and the head.

"Kolkol," he moaned, hating the pleasure he was getting from his sister. Her sucking sped up, and just minutes later, he came inside of her mouth. Natalya, enjoying the taste of his semen, swallowed it and sighed.

"I want it right now." Ivan looked up at her as she removed her panties and straddled his hips, positioning his member above her liquid heat to penetrate herself. Once she did, she moaned; she was a virgin, but it didn't hurt as much as she expected.

"Big brother, we are one now," she cooed, leaning down to kiss him as she began bouncing on his dick wildly. Ivan shut his eyes; the biggest mistake of his life was being done at that very moment, and he hated it more than words could explain.

"Kolkolkolkol," he whispered to himself quietly.

"Ivan! You are so big! It feels good!" Natalya screamed, getting off on her brother. Her obsession for him grew as she kept thrusting him in and out of her.

"I'm going to cum!" she squealed happily. Ivan felt it, too, but tried so hard to hold it back. Failing at this, he screamed out what was in his head, glad that it was over.

"THIS IS WRONG!!!" he screamed as he came inside of Natalya, who took him out of her and laid beside him on the bed.

"I love you, brother," she said, tracing her nails over his lanky chest. Ivan ignored her and fell asleep, regretting his vulnerability of the day from then on.

When She Said I Do... (A Hetalia America One-Shot)

Standing on a wide stool with her bridesmaids making final adjustments to her dress before her wedding to Alfred, Penny Hingham faced the full-length wood framed mirror, admiring her reflection through a thin white mesh veil. Her dress was made of fine Belgian lace and had long sleeves and a full poofy skirt of fine satin. On the bodice that flattered her voluptuous hourglass figure was a sash wrapped around her petite waist that tied in a large decorative bow in the back. Her veil covered her face and had a tiara of silver and cubic zirconia diamonds, which was fastened by combs to her fiery red hair that was styled in a classic chignon. Once you stepped down from the stool, your bridesmaids gasped in awe at how beautiful a bride she was.

"You look so beautiful, Penny!" Beatrice, your maid of honor, cooed with her hands to her mouth. You looked at her dress, a light purple long-sleeves gown, and smiled--any shade of violet complimented her golden blonde hair perfectly.

"You do, too, Bea," Penny answered. A bridesmaid took her hand and led her to the garden, which served as the backyard of Alfred's small mansion.

"Come now or Alfred will think you've gotten cold feet!" she urged.

After being led to the beginning of the aisle of rows set up facing the trellis arch where she and Alfred were to be married, the bridesmaids wished her luck as they processed down the aisle with the maid of honor leading them. Each of them held a bouquet of lavender flowers and pink roses. When the time came for Penny to walk down the aisle, she took a deep breath and clutched her bouquet of red and white roses tightly as she walked slowly toward the minister and Alfred, the groom, who were standing under the trellis arch. The bridal march was played by two renowned violinists from France; Francis (France) made this particular contribution to his ally's special day. Penny looked ahead and saw Alfred look at her through his large, gleaming glasses, and she saw he was properly dressed for the occasion in a black tuxedo and bow tie. Once she got to the arch, Alfred took Penny's hand and kissed it, trying to be a gentleman to his new bride.

"You look beautiful," he said to her before the minister began reading from his book.

"Dearly beloved, we all gather here today to witness the union of Alfred Jones and Penny Hingham," he began.

Penny was nervous inside, but she knew that Alfred would be the best husband in the world. The two had met as young children and they maintained close contact through the years. They had dated for a brief time in high school, but rekindled their flame just two years before their wedding. Though it was somewhst tumultuous, they still were very compatible with each other.

"Do you, Alfred Jones, take Penny Hingham to be your lawfully wedded wife; for better or for worse, through sickness and in health, till death do you part?" the minister asked.

"I do," Alfred replied.

"And do you, Penny Hingham, take Alfred Jones to be your lawfully wedded husband; for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" the minister asked the bride. She nodded softly.

"I...I do," she said shyly. Vows and rings were exchanged by the couple, and the minister concluded the rite.

"If there are any present who object to this union and feels that these two should not be married, speak now for forever hold your peace," he declared. No one responded--it made Penny feel better knowing that people were happy for her on her marriage to Alfred.

"Alright then," the minister whispered. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Alfred moved closer and picked up the veil that covered Penny's pretty face. After looking into her sparkling green eyes, he leaned down and kissed her, embracing her while doing so. People clapped, but then there was one more announcement.

"I now present Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Jones," he said. As Alfred and Penny walked back to the entryway, people threw rice at them, but out of nowhere came red rosebuds. Alfred looked over and saw Francis toss them at he and his new wife.

"Thanks, Francis!" he said.