No means no [North Korea] [Mature]

Ivan sat in his chair looking down at the younger nation. His breathing stayed steady though there was an obvious tightness in his pants. If North did not solve the problem, he certainly planned on surprising China tonight. He knew the older nation would likely be annoyed by his sudden arrival, but he had learned how to silence him fairly quickly especially when he found himself in this current state.

He the teasing touch of his hand on his thighs only increased his need, and he could feel his small shred of patience becoming thinner and thinner with each passing moment. He had to agree with the boy. He did not understand love. He had witnessed firsthand his love for his brother, and it appeared far more obsessive than actual caring. He would not argue though, he had a similar relationship with his sisters. The idea of him hurting him only made Ivan smile. Even if North Korea wished to cause him harm, he would not like the results that would come after. Ivan considered himself a kind mentor, but he could be cruel if needed.

As his hands made work of his pants, his chest rose and sunk with each steady breath he took. In the back of his mind, he knew he should not be praising the boy for his uncalled emotions, but he quickly dismissed them. How could he be expected to think logically with a man between his legs?

Though as the boy stopped, he frowned. You did not tease Russia or poke the bear. He did not respond kindly to it. “You should not assume you receive anything in return. If I find you deserving, than I might grace you with your desires. Do not assume I owe you anything,” he stated clearly. He did not make such deals with his charges.

North Korea was quite lucky that Ivan had been in a pleasant mood before he stepped into his home. For if he had been annoyed, he would have been far less patient with his little personality ques. He knew North Korea lacked sanity, quite strange for a nation as young as he. Many nations had breaks in their sanity, yet those nations had lived multiple centuries and faced far worse hardships. Iran was the first to come to mind, yet with all the trouble that happened in the Middle East, it was only to be suspected.

His lips turned into an evident frown as the boy continued to tease though he did consider the option of making the boy beg, yet he had basically seen in moments before. The boy had practically begged for this occurrence, attaching onto him like a leach.

His chest felt hot as his pants were undone and the boy eyed him. Ivan did not appreciate the comment and would have smacked him like a bad dog, if the boy hadn’t of taken hold of him. His eyes fell shut as he moaned at the touch of his mouth. His head fell back into the chair and his fingers threaded into his hair. Ivan demanded control in all things, and this was no different. He directed him in the pace he wanted and would force him to go further than he might be able to handle. Very few had the talent to take him fully, but he had no qualms forcing them to try. His lips pressed together as the pleasure increased. He should not be doing this. He knows that. It was foolish and given the boy the wrong impression, but he could not deny that the war had made him far too tense with little sign of relief.

His head rolled on the back of the chair as he guided the boy between his legs to the pace he needed. He tried not to weight his mind too heavily on who was between them. He only needed the pleasure. The war was placing a toll on him and his people. He had been to all the fronts within the past six months. He had killed many soldiers and battled nations. He rarely slept, often in his study looking over the map and strategizing the next move. He hardly had any time to pleasure himself, yet alone fine someone to entertain him for an evening. Even if he were to fine time, his house was far too full of many eyes and thin walls with ears. Though he did enjoy the company of Lithuania, if he could woe the nation to his room.

Mmm. Little Lithuania. He was always so strangely gentle and kind, pressing soft kisses to his thigh or collar bone. He held such talent to bring warmth into his form. Nothing like China. China held an edge of authority, always demanding, and yet Ivan would happily bend to each of his demands as long as he had the chance to pull his robe apart and pull his bare form against his own.

He moaned as the images played in his mind, taunting him of past lovers. His grip tightened in his hair as he increased the pace. There was one nation in particular he wanted on his knees like an obedient dog. To see his broken eyes looking up at him with acceptance of his lost. He would move forward, head hung low, and whisper the words, “You win.”

The mere thought had Ivan over the edge. His body tensed as he fell into climax, moaning deeply, and forcing the boy to take him all the way in until he was finished.

He continued to guide his motions as he rode out his high, making certain all was consumed. The stress and tension in his form seemed to wash away as he floated back down to reality. Those blues orbs fading away to who truly was between his legs. He stared at North Korea with a soft relaxed expression, as his hands slipped from his hair, allowing the boy to move off of him.

A slow realization on what had occurred slowly crossed over his face, his eyes widening for a moment. He really should not have bent to his persuasion. It likely would only continue the boy’s poor behavior. He could not deny he had needed an escape, yet he should have taken other options into consideration.

His hand reached out and cupped the boy’s face. His thumb rubbed along the side of his lip to clean it off. “You did well,” he stated, not wishing to hurt the boy’s feelings, for he had brought him to pleasure. “We should focus back to our conversation regarding you and the Allegiance, “ he spoke, his fingers slipping from his face to readjust his own pants.

He allowed North Korea to leave the ground and crossed his leg over the other. His leaned his cheek into his gloved hand as he watched the boy go to wash up. The boy made quite a mess of the floor, but it was not his home, so Ivan cared little about it.

He listened thoughtfully as the boy went on to proclaim he had nothing to worry about. He found the statement very unlikely. Da, today he might not have to worry, but North Korea allowed his emotions to influence his actions far too often. He would be more content if he knew another person had access to the detonator. North Korea would be smarter to be far more weary of America. America was young and foolish, but the boy held immense power. Power that matched Russia. North Korea was merely a small annoying pest on the boy’s sleeve. Did he so easily forget the Korean War? The only reason he held the line was because of Russian help. If America decided to send troops to help South Korea, the boy would likely lose the Capitol quickly, and Ivan could only imagine the temper tantrum that would follow afterwards.

“Da, I know the silly game. Do not be foolish to underestimate him, Sun,” he remarked from his chair as the boy came back out. He watched silently as he spoke to the woman at the door. His face stayed expressionless as it was revealed the woman had been watching. It did not matter to him. Ivan held no embarrassment. After all, he had not been one on his knees. Though as North Korea went to play with his little toy in front of Ivan, he could feel an itch of irritation. He should know better than to ignore his guest. He forced a smile upon his face and sat straighter in the chair as the two spoke to one another. Oh, she was the Capitol City. Russia did not work with other’s cities, territories, provinces, states, whatever wished to call themselves. He was a nation and therefore only worked with nations. Other areas were for domestic issues, and he hardly cared for their opinion and thoughts.

“Nyet,” his eyes focused on North Korea's, ignoring the woman all together, “I came here to speak with North Korea, but if he wishes to disrespect my presence by allowing those who do not deserve to be in the discussion to join, then I will be on my way.” He unfolded his legs, a smile still plastered on his face.

Ivan’s patience had worn thin. North Korea had always been an exhausting nation to handle, even in his youth. Ivan took the Asian nation into his home, supported him when others had abandoned him, comforted him after the Japanese, and sheltered him as if he were his own child. One might believe that such actions would grant Ivan the smallest bit of respect. However, the boy was always far too caught up in his own woes and troubles to notice those around him holding him up. It always was about North Korea’s troubles, never his allies. North Korea had been wrong. North Korea deserved more. North Korea wanted more. It sometimes felt as a black hole that only hoped to consume all that Ivan could offer only for it never to be satisfied, and did it infuriate Ivan to know in. At least when the boy was younger, Ivan could flick his nose playfully and say, Not today, North Korea. Now, the boy had become arrogant, and it was only proved in his outright disrespect.

He allowed the boy to go on his speech, as he presented himself like a male peacock. It would had been humorous like watching a boy try on his mother’s dress, if it weren’t so irritating. To think, the boy did not notice how much he had grown up similar to Ivan. His smile resembling one of his own, the way he copied his movements, the way he spoke of America…

For some reason, out of his entire speech the part on America nagged him the most.

Ivan had always been possessive. He did not like sharing what he claimed as his own. His relationship with America was unique if you could even call what the boy and he had a relationship. No one knew Alfred the way Ivan did. No one. Not even America’s dear old dad or brother. For North Korea to claim he’d seen the darkness in the boy’s eyes…

No, that belonged to Ivan. Only Ivan. Those blue bright orbs that held the brightness and warmth of hundreds of sunflowers and yet in the same token showed a world of nuclear fallout and destruction. Those were his, not some silly childish speck of a nation that barely scrapped itself together. For Ivan saw it all, the hope, the fear, the need, the wants. He despised America. He had lost once before to him and his suffocating culture. America could befriend the world with a smile and a laugh. Ivan…Ivan could not. But he knew him, looking at America…at Alfred…it was like looking into the mirror. They wanted to save the world and yet feared they might end it in the process. Only Ivan and Alfred knew such a feeling.

Not North Korea.

Ivan closed his eyes and smiled sweetly as he giggled like a child. “Oh you silly delusional boy,” he stood up to his full height. A deep part of him wished to snap the boy’s neck and leave. It would be quite easy after all. “You have more respect for America than you do myself, while America hardly passes a second thought to you, like an annoying itch on ones back that no matter the direction one can’t seem to reach it, but in the end, it’s just an itch. An itch no one truly cares about in the grand scheme of things for you do not see the entire board,” he spoke sweetly, hardly caring if his words might hurt.

He laughed a bit harder. North Korea would be smarter to recognize the two nations who pulled the strings in this game of chess, and it was not him. His hands folded behind his back. “Trust,” he couldn’t stop giggling. It was just so absurd. “If my own sisters can betray me, two people I truly love and have known over centuries. If I do not even trust my own sisters, why would you even consider I would ever trust you,” he smiled. Trust did not exist in this world. Nations acted on self-interest and self-preservation.

He finally nodded and pulled his hands out to clap them together in glee, “But I am happy you understand, little North Korea. Da, defensive not offensive. I only came by to make certain you agreed with such thoughts. Since you do, I do plan to leave. I hardly care to be disrespected. I only hope you realize eventually to appreciate my assistance, my help, but I see you are far too consumed in your own thoughts to think outside them.”

With that he nodded and turned to head to the door.

His anger was evident in the thickness of the air. Ivan often liked to pretend he held no emotions. He liked to pretend he could numb himself to such feelings that only caused one to overreact, and yet he had never been able to accomplish such without the help of General Winter. Not that Ivan would ever label himself emotional. Nyet, something had to justify emotions slipping through his ever constant smile, only a few topics ever caused it. One of them happened to be America. Most who lived in his home knew not to speak of America in front of him even if he brought up the topic. America had always been a touchy subject stem from jealousy, competition, possessiveness, lust and….lo…

Ivan was ready to leave. He needed to clear his mind and do something enjoyable. Hiding in China’s closet always brought a smile to his face. Da, he would do that, but before he could even move to the door, he felt a tight grip on his sleeve. His narrowed eyes shot back at the resistance and took in the child.

He listened to his pleading words for forgiveness, only words. Everyone always spouted pretty words, but Ivan knew better then to trust something so flimsy. He would have yanked his arm away, but then he saw the tears and the anger that had flooded his features slowly dissolved. It reminded him of the little boy he had taken in after the war, the one that clung to him and buried his head into his chest with tears. It pulled at his heart. He did not like seeing tears on his friends. They did not belong there.

He only wanted him to be proud. He was proud of Yong-Sun. He understood the difficulties of always being labeled the villain. He understood the harsh treatments. Yong-Sun faced hardship and only grew stronger from it.

He sighed. He reached out and cupped the boy’s face, wiping one of his tears. “I forgive you,” he stated, “Please do not cry. I do not like it.”