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Russia’s large fingers fumbled with the buttons of his white business shirt. They had gone in relatively easy near the stomach.. as easy as one could consider for a size too small shirt. Now however, across the bust, it was another story altogether.
“Mmm..” Russia let out a small grumble of frustration, a slightly annoyed grimace forming across his face as the button slipped from his grasp for the near 10th time. He knew he always put on some extra weight near winter, but he never expected it to cause such an.. issue.
“Yo dude! Hurry it up in there! What’re you doing now, taming a bear?“ Alfred shouted from outside the bedroom door, giving it a semi light knock with his knuckle.
“Ha.. Just a… moment, Fredya.” Russia replied about as calm as he could muster, letting out a sarcastic laugh at the Americans badly timed joke.
“Vanya, bro! We’re gonna be late, England is totally gonna school me if I’m late again!” Alfred replied, running his knuckles across the thick, wooden door irritatingly.
Russia ignored the man’s whining, rolling his eyes, him being late so often was his own fault, it had only been due to the bear of a man a handful of the many, many times. He continued to fumble with the buttons, sighing defeatedly when it popped from its hole once more.
“Okay man, I’m coming in what’s the big hold up-“ Alfred announced, slamming the door open hastily just as Russia was about to let out a firm protest.
“A-Amerika! W-What are you doing..” Russia shouted, his voice slightly pitched up, matching the embarrassment splashed across his usually pale face. The man’s large hands quickly flew to his exposed chest, trying desperately to cover what the American had obviously already seen.
“Woah dude! I mean.. wow..” America bumbled out senselessly, visibly gawking before catching himself and looking away awkwardly.
“So uhm.. what seems to be uhm.. the issue..?” America asked awkwardly still, taking his glasses off and idly wiping them with his sleeve, anything so he wasn’t standing there staring like an idiot.
“M..My shirt won’t.. ahem.. button..” Russia mumbled out quietly, looking away from the blonde in shame.
“..Right. Do you want some.. help?” America asked slowly, turning his head to face the man, all thoughts of being late now replaced by the man’s pecs he just got a little too long of a look at.
“..Da… Спасибо (thank you)… Russia mumbled, glancing through his eyelashes as the American walked up, his hands still protectively hiding his exposed bust.
America’s hands gently found their way to Russia’s large mitts, pulling them back slowly as the Russian let out a small noise of embarrassment. America looked up at the man, watching the way the blush spread all the way across his pale face, even up to his ears.
The blonde shifted his gaze down, reveling in the warmth he could feel radiating off the man’s bare, slightly hairy chest. He attempted to pull the first button together, frowning as it popped right back out of place and snapped from his fingers.
“Man.. I know it’s been awhile but.. Wow dude, I didn’t expect..” America commented, his hands still holding the dress shirt as he gawked at the sight.
Russia glanced down at the man, his voice meek and embarrassed, a stark contrast to his previously harsh, frustrated demeanor. “D-Da.. My shirts do not fit anymore it seems..”
“I’d say! I mean..” America paused, looking up at the saddened eyes of the soft bear.
“Nothing bad man! They’re so…” America quickly corrected himself as his hands slid into the open shirt, fondling two handfuls of the man’s supple pecs. “Soft!”
Russia gasped quietly as the man began kneading his chest much like a kitten kneading for milk, “F-Fredya… D-don’t…” He mumbled submissively, doing no motion to try and prevent the man’s handling.
“But Vanya! Man, they’re so warm, and soft!” America responded, transfixed.
Russia allowed him to cop a few more moment of feeling, letting out an occasional gasp as the blonde continued gently squeezing and massaging his hulking bust.
“A..Amerika…” Russia mumbled, his voice slightly whiny, urging the American to look up at him.
“Yeah?” America replied, raising an eyebrow.
“…The meeting..”
“Oh.. Oh! Right, right right right. Sorry dude, let me close you up.” America spoke quickly, slightly embarrassed at loosing himself so easily in the man’s soft body.
Removing his hands, the American gave one more quick squeeze as he finally was able to fasten the buttons together, stepping back to admire the sight. It was tight, very tight, but it would have to do.
Russia clasped his hands together shyly, looking to the side in a timid gaze as the American stared.
“After this, I’m helping you pick out some new shirts!” The blonde laughed heartily, taking the Russians hand as he led him from the bedroom and out the door.