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The first time it happened was an accident.
Alfred didn't mean to take advantage of Matthew, it just happened. He was only fifteen that time in the mid to late eighteenth century. Just a few decades ago he had his first rut and this was the first time he's ever encountered an omega in heat.
It just so happens that the said omega was his brother, Matthew.
Alfred swallows, his fingertips brushing on the flushed skin of the panting omega beneath him. He starts from his cheek and slowly inches down to Matthew's lips. Smooth and plump, yet almost dry lips. Alfred could barely resist the urge to lean down and just taste those pink lips. He swallows again, his mouth feeling drier than its ever been in his entire life. "Mattie-" He starts but Matthew beats him to it.
"A-Al, please"
Something snaps inside him, Alfred leans over and buries his face on Matthew's neck and breaths in his delicious scent. He could feel his mouth watering as his nostrils were flooded by the delicious scent of something sweet, caramel-like with a hint of nuttiness to it. It was delicious.
Alfred couldn't resist nibbling on his brother's neck as he tries to get more of the sweetness he had just smelled. He just couldn't get enough of it. It was addicting to him and he couldn't help wanting to taste more.
Matthew trembles beneath him, hands gripping tightly on the covers of his bed. He didn't like this. No matter how much pleasure he felt from Alfred's mouth on his neck, he didn't want this. It was wrong and he felt dirty as Alfred continued his assault.
"Stop, A-Al, please,"
Matthew sobs, he didn't know what was happening to him, why he felt like this. The uncomfortable wetness he felt between his legs, the dizziness and the overall heat he felt allover his body. It was unlike anything he ever felt before and he didn't like it. "Stop"
Alfred ignores him, continuing on to mark the junction where Matthew's neck and shoulder met. He was so deep into his haze that he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He trails down until he eventually reaches the beginning of Matthew's cotton shirt.
"Mattie" He mouths over the other's collarbone as his hands creeps down to unbutton his cotton shirt, exposing his pale chest to the cool air. Alfred groans, nuzzling his way down to his perk nipples and sucks. Alternating from sucking and biting the poor nipple while his other hand flicks and pinches other.
Matthew moans at the stimulation, arching his back to push his chest to the delicious heat of Alfred's mouth. His mind was being clouded by the pleasure he was receiving and he wanted more. More of Alfred's mouth, his touch and- oh, something hard brushed on his thigh. "Alfred, what-?"
Hearing Matthew's confused tone, Alfred reluctantly pulls away and follows his brother's gaze down to the bulge in his trousers. Alfred groans, leaning down to bury his face on Matthew's neck (which was beginning to be his favorite part of Matthew's body), and breaths in his scent. His trousers felt horribly tight against his vital regions and he wonders- "Mattie, can I? Please, I wanna-wanna make love with you, Mattie, I wanna feel you-"
"F-Fine, just hurry please, Alfie, I can't-ahhh" Matthew moans, his lust clouded eyes closing shut as he feels a pulse of wetness come out of his bottom. He swallows, panting as one of his hands reaches out to Alfred, "Please, Alfie, I want-no, I need you"
Alfred's mouth goes dry, his hands fumbling over the buttons of his linen shirt and throws it away. He nearly rips his trousers off before nesting in between Matthew's legs, he felt lucky that Matthew doesn't wear any form of clothing besides cotton shirt for bed as he explores Matthew's thighs.
He places a kiss behind Matthew's knee and, just like any good lover, starts to kiss his way down to his entrance. Alfred looks up and meets Matthew's lust filled eyes when suddenly the door bangs open. It was Arthur.
Arthur eyes went wide as he took in the horrifying scene in front of him. Alfred, his little brother, was taking advantage of Matthew. "Alfred! What in the bloody hell do you think your doing to your brother?!" He howls, his face turning a deep shade of red.
Instantly, the two colonies snapped out of their haze. Alfred falls off the bed and snatches his discarded trousers and hastily puts them on while Matthew pulls his quilt up his torso to cover his nakedness.
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to, it was just too hot and Alfred, he-he" Matthew sobs, tremors rocking his small frame as he scrambles to explain. His sweet scent of maple turns sour, making his distress known. "I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to, I-"
"It's alright, love, it wasn't your fault," Arthur coos at him, he wraps his arms around the naked child and pulls him closer. Releasing his own scent of earl grey and roses doused with calming pheromones into the air to calm the other omega. "I shouldn't have left you alone with Alfred, I'm sorry, love, I'm so sorry"
Arthur continues to mumble apologizes into Matthew's ear until finally, the sour smell dissipates and only Arthur's scent remains. "It wasn't your fault, love, you're in heat, you couldn't control yourself, it's alright, no harm no foul" He places a kiss on the younger's forehead and wipes away his tears. "It wasn't your fault"
"Arthur, I-" Alfred starts, standing awkwardly across the bed. He was already fully dressed by then after haphazardly throwing on his clothes.
"No" Arthur snaps, his emerald eyes narrowing at the sight of the American alpha. "We will speak of this later, Alfred, with Allister now go to your room"
He snarls at the alpha before quickly returning to comforting the omega in his arms after hearing a whine. He doesn't even spare Alfred a glance as he leaves the room, too busy with comfort Matthew, who was still very clearly in distress.
Arthur cursed his failure to keep Matthew safe, while it was true that Matthew was a bit earlier to present, he should have known better than to leave him unsupervised with Alfred. An alpha for heavens sake, he was just lucky that he arrived in time to put a stop in something his little brothers would regret. "I'm sorry, love"
This was all his fault, now in his failures he had no choice but to wait and hope that this incident wouldn't leave much of an imprint on Matthew. Heavens an omega was taken advantage of under his care, Arthur chokes up in tears. "I'm sorry, love"
How he hopes that this would be the last instance an accident like this would happen. But oh, how wrong he was.
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The next time it happens was more than fifty years later during the War of 1812. And just like the first time he couldn't help it.
America was sixteen when it happened, and much to his shame, if you asked him in that period of his life why he took advantage of Canada he would say that he had the right to because Canada was his.
America was only in the beginning of his rut when he was hit with the delicious scent of maple syrup. At first he didn't notice it was Canada's scent but when he did, he ran. Like a madman scouring through the burning streets of York to trace the addictive scent back to its owner.
As the scent growing stronger with every step he took, his mouth watered and blood started to rush down to his nether regions. He felt exhilarated for some reason he couldn't really pin point and when Canada came into view, he pounced.
Like a predetor catching his prey, America pins Canada to the group, holding his wrists above his head and mounts his hips. He grins, and licks his lips as Canada writhes beneath him. "Hi, Mattie"
"America, let me go!" Canada grits his teeth, he looks exactly the same as he did all those years ago beneath America. Beautiful and delectable.
America wonders does he also taste as delicious he did years ago? He leans down and takes a long lick at Canada's lips to find out. Then he moans at the sweet taste, "Delicious"
"Perverted bastard!" Canada growls at him. Taking a spit at his face as he tries to yank his wrists from America's hands, but much to his frustration, the nation didn't budge an inch. "Let me go!"
America's eyes darken, he adjusts his hold so that his one hand was enough to pin Canada down and wipes the saliva off his cheek. "You know, Mattie, spitting at people is a bad thing to do, didn't England teach you any manners? If only you came with me when I asked you too, I would have taught you much more than tyrant ever could"
He reaches down to cradle Canada's cheek when suddenly, America hears a pained noise escape his lips. "Hurts doesn't it, Mattie? That's what happens when you deny me, it will hurt a lot less when you finally surrender yourself to me"
America coos at the colony trapped beneath him and leans down to nibble on his neck. He groans, taking his sweet time as began to decorate Canada's pale neck with hickeys while his other hand reaches down to grabs Canada's plush ass.
America was about to remove Canada's military uniform when suddenly he feels wetness slide down his check. Instantly, like a bucked of cold water was poured on him, America snaps out of his lustful haze and jerks away from Canada. He goes pale once he realized just what he was about to do, "Mattie, I-"
"Let me go, America, please, it hurts" Canada whispers, his eyes shining from unshed tears. Deathly pale, he was shaking like a leaf caught in hurricane with a look of fear was in his eyes. "America, please"
America looks away, he felt ashamed by his earlier actions. He'd taked advantage of Canada once more. The first time this happened, Canada was in heat, that was what caused him to lose control. Now he was in the beginning of his rut that... That didn't excuse his actions.
"I'm sorry, Mattie, I-" America was unsure of what to say. What could he say? He had lost control and was determined to have his way with Canada. It was just his luck that something managed to snap him out of his rut induced haze before he could do anything worse to the colony. "I'm sorry"
Then he runs, just like the little boy that ran up to his room after England catches him in a compromising position with Canada. This time, America runs back to his country and sobs. Grabbing fistfuls of his hair and screaming bloody murder into the forest as he sank to his knees.
America couldn't understand what just happened, he didn't usually act like this during his ruts. Yes, he was more aggressive than usual but never has he had the urge to force anyone into having sex with him. So why?
Above all nations and people, why did he act that way towards Canada? His own little bro-no, they weren't brothers anymore not since he left England. But that doesn't excuse what he almost did, even if Canada wasn't his brother, Canada was still his neighbor and he promised the colony he would always protect him when they were younger.
But look how far that promise brought him. America withdraws his armies and waits. Knowing England, America was sure there would be retaliation for what he did and he wasn't going to fight it. He deserved it for everything he put Canada through.
This will never happen again, he will make sure of it.
As for Canada, the second America disappears from view, a man appears beside him. Pale as death and draped in thick furs. He leans down and offers Canada his hand, "Come now little one, if you wish for revenge come with me, I will teach you everything you need to know to fight as a true omega"
Canada didn't know what possessed him to accept, and maybe it was his scent of ice and snow drenched with hormones, but he did. Canada takes his hand and allows himself to be pulled away by the stranger into the forest, leaning a trail of unmelting ice in their wake.
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Looking back, Matthew regrets a lot of things; his passiveness in his colonial days when he didn't try to speak a word as fights became more frequent between Arthur and Alfred, and his thirst for revenge during the War of 1812. He had many regrets but following Winter into the forest that day was never was one of them.
Winter taught him many things. Though some of which he used in his daily life like control his hormones around humans, most of the things he learned were used in conflicts. From using his hormones to persuade others to follow his lead to using it on his enemies like Germany and Prussia.
To fight like true omega. It was never what he thought it would be. Using his biology as a weapon and making others bow down, he never thought it would be possible being an omega but he did it. In the first World War and in the second, he used his biology to his advantage and won his fights.
Nowadays, Matthew only dispelled his hormones for harmless things like stopping fights and comfort others. He was mindful of when to use it though, after all, humans (even their bosses) didn't know about the second gender of nations.
At least, they weren't supposed to. Matthew holds back a groan from escaping him when his boss stares at him with wide eyes after overhearing his conversation with Arthur. "Second gender? What like the alpha omega thing going on online? Those are real?"
Matthew looks to Arthur for help but instead he receives the unhelpful reply, "He's your boss, you explain it to him"
Matthew pursed him lips, for a moment he thought about shooting back at Arthur but ultimately decides against it. "Yes, alpha, omega, and beta, it's real but their not exactly what you see online, it's more complicated than that"
"And every nation has this? Why wasn't this in the nation's pamphlet?" This time, it was Alfred's boss that asks this. Somehow, in the middle of Matthew answering his boss' question, both Arthur and Alfred's bosses passed by and overheard them.
Great, just great. This time, Matthew doesn't even bother to stop his sigh, he turns to Arthur and says, "I already answered my boss, Arthur, you do yours and Alfred's"
"Fine, yes every nation has a second gender, sir, and the reason why it's not in the nations' pamphlet it became it's supposed to be a secret only nations know of" Arthur says truthfully. In his life time, he could only count in one hand how many human know of a nations second gender. "In fact you three are the first humans to know of our secret in almost a millennium"
As both nations expected, their bosses couldn't resist the urge to ask the million dollar question."What's your second gender then, Arthur? If you don't mind me asking" It was Arthur boss that asks this but he quickly adds the second part sensing his nation's growing irritation.
"I'm an omega, sir, and no, it's not what any of the perverted things you're probably thinking, being submissive for an omega isn't baring your neck and letting just anyone, and excuse my language, fuck you," Arthur crosses his arms over his chest, his disappointment becoming evident on his face. Their bosses looked away mild embarrassment, so they were thinking those things.
"Being a submissive omega nation means that you have hormones that can influence how other nations and even humans act towards you, how strong you hormones are determined by how submissive you are, and before you any get any idea, no, omegas cannot influence a nation long term" Arthur narrows his eyes at the humans.
Again their bosses cleared their throats, Arthur was irritated. He was about to scold the humans for thinking such thing when he smells it. The scent of old books and green tea.
"Yao" Arthur shudders at the powerful scent that overwhelms him. He leans back to the wall for support and closes his eyes, he felt dizzy. "What in the bloody hell in the wanker doing?"
"Arthur, what-?"
Matthew shakes his head, "It's Yao, he's releasing his hormones into the air" He didn't appear as shaken as Arthur was but he was tucking his shoulders as if he was trying to make himself seem smaller. "It's like he's changing us, trying to proclaim himself as the most submissive omega" He whimpers.
"He is" Arthur growls, turning to face the humans. "Stand back, you're about to feel a dizzy spell when the our trial begins" It was his only warning before he releases in his own hormones with his eyes narrow to dangerous slits.
Instantly, the meeting hall was plagued with the scents and hormones coming from both Arthur and Yao. The omegan trial only consisted with the two of them, the other omegas like Matthew, Feliciano, Kiku, Francis, and Antonio whimpered in the background.
Their human bosses that were lucky or rather unlucky enough to witness the trial, all felt light headed. Most of them took to sitting down or in some cases sitting on the floor due to the chairs being too far when the trial began. They were blown away the sheer effect the trial had on both humans and nations, though also taking note that not all nations were behaving like the omegas.
Some nations like Alfred and Ivan had dilated pupils and were noticeably panting. If you didn't know any better, they seemed to be drugged.
It was a back and forth between the two omegas, neither one wanted to back down and let the other win. Though minutes into the trial, Yao appeared to be having the upper hand. Arthur wasn't the omega he used to be and it was showing. He was losing.
"What happens if Arthur loses?" Arthur's boss pants out, he was out of breath and looking at the other humans, so were they.
"Yao becomes the most submissive omega and opens the possibility of colonizing other nations" It was Ludwig that answers this. He, like both Alfred and Ivan, was also panting but unlike the other two alphas, he was more composed. "Mating and taking other resources from others"
"What?" Humans that were close enough to hear him had their eyes go wide.
"Look around you, every nation that has colonized other nations is an omega, Antonio, Arthur, Kiku, and Feliciano are all omegas, even my own bruder is an omega" Ludwaig explains, swallowing the saliva pooling in his mouth. "Omegas are the ones on top, not alphas, never alphas"
"He's right, and only the most submissive omega can have the right others recourses just like Arthur did during his prime, he was able to conquer nations without much of a fight because he was the most submissive omega" Kiku adds, he was cuddling close to Feliciano, who whimpers loudly.
"Is there anything we can do to help Arthur?"
"No, only an omega can challenge another omega for the title" Kiku's gaze land on the two Omegas fighting. Yao was winning, and Arthur was losing. "We can only pray that Yao would be merciful us, as well as his alpha"
Then it was done, Arthur falls to the floor, he was defeated. Yao was now the most submissive omega. Yao purrs in content, he won. He looks at the two alphas in front of him and narrows his eyes on the American alpha.
Almost instantly, Ivan attacks Alfred. Lunging at him and slamming him into the ground. Ivan throws strong punches to the nation beneath him and surprisingly, Alfred doesn't try to fight bad. He seemed to be in a haze as he stares at Yao.
"Alfred!"
"Matthew, wait-" Matthew's boss tries to stop his nation but it was too late.
Matthew throws himself to Alfred's side and growls as Ivan rears his fist back to throw another punch. Ivan frooze, being swallowed by the commanding scent of something sweet like maple.
"Move"
And Ivan did, scampering away from them with whine bubbling in his throat. This wasn't the first time the Russian has seen that look on Matthew's face, but only the first time he's seen it directed at him.
Matthew leans down to take a lick at Alfred's scent glands to calm him down before he turns to face Yao with growl. Yao retaliates and releases his own wave hormones as well.
This time the battle was more intense, weaker omegas started to faint from the amount of stress they were under from being assaulted by strong hormones while the weaker alphas were pressing themselves on the floor in attempt to make themselves seem smaller. Even the humans weren't sparred from the onslaught of hormones but luckily they were less affected as the nations and were only shaking and panting.
By the fifteenth minute of the battle, this became the longest omegan trial ever to happen and still neither omegas looked ready to back down.
Then Alfred whimpers.
Almost immediately, Matthew's head turns with remarkable speed to Alfred and what he saw made something inside him snap. Alfred was in a fetal position, hands pulling on his hair and tears leaking out of his eyes. He was shaking.
Matthew's scent intensifies, and he starts a steady march towards Yao. Each step Matthew takes, Yao takes another step back and eventually he corners Yao into the wall. At this point almost everyone in the room was more or less ready to pass out from the hormones that were choking them.
Matthew growls, his eyes were glowing in a dangerous violent. "Stand down"
Yao does. He collapses down to his knees and slumps against the wall for support. He felt dizzy, the pressure of the hormones were finally getting to him. He lost.
Matthew purrs, his scent sweetens in his delight, and the entire meeting hall was swallowed by his sweet scent. He happily returns to Alfred's side and shimmies himself inside of the shaking alpha's arms, nuzzling his nose into his neck. "Alfie~"
The first time this happened, Matthew was twelve and was too deep in heat to know control. The second time, he was thirteen and Alfred was in rut, he was almost raped that time. This time he's seventeen, in full control of his hormones and fully aware how to weaponize his biology to his advantage.
This time he was the one on top, not Alfred.
Matthew leans away from Alfred and cups his check. He was positioned in a way that he appeared taller than the alpha while straddling his hips. "Alfie~"
Alfred answers his whine by wrapping his arms around the omega's small waist and pulling him closer. It was like they were lost in their little world, too deep in haze to remember where they were and who was around them.
"Mattie"
Upon hearing his name, Matthew purrs and leans a tad bit closer. They were so close that they were nose to nose with each other. "You're mine now, right Alfie? My alpha, only mine"
Alfred shudders and hastily nods, his eyes fully dilated and a deep blush decorated his cheeks. "Your alpha, only yours"
Matthew giggles, half-lidded eyes gazing almost seductively at Alfred. Adjusting his arms to wrap around Alfred's neck, Matthew closes the distance between them and lightly kisses his lips.
It takes a while before Alfred responds to the shy kiss, his eyes darkened with lust, and somehow his arms make their way down to Matthew's ass. He brings them closer, swiping at Matthew's lips to ask for entrance. Matthew's lips part with a moan and Alfred takes this opportunity to slip his tongue inside Matthew's mouth.
He moans at the taste of Matthew's mouth. The same sweetness he tasted nearly two centuries ago, maple.