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The first time Finland gets his hands on a kid, he's only sixteen himself.
He'd been horny all day. The breaking point was when he'd seen Iceland in a cute, oversized shirt and nothing else. He couldn't resist. Oh, Iceland. Poor, sweet, stupid Iceland.
Finland remembered his first time fucking into his brother's tight little hole. He remembers kissing the boy's neck, petting his head and whispering softly to him.
"Icey, Icey, you're okay. You're so good, big bro is right here."
Finland remembers groaning in pleasure and amazement, manhandling his baby brother's doll-sized body into just the right position. Iceland's sweet cries and whines, begging his big brother to stop as he clings to his favourite plush despite his small body rocking back into the thrusts weakly.
From then on, the six-year-old was Finland's own personal fucktoy.
Until six became ten. By then, Finland was starting to tire of the boy's body. Iceland wasn't tiny enough, not innocent enough, and his hole not tight enough.
Finland moved out of the family home later that month.
His baby brother still loved him though. He'd beg for visits, and when their parents forced it, Iceland would spend the whole time trying to get into Finland's pants.
And if he was being honest, it hurt him. Finland did love his little brother. Just not the same way as he used to anymore.
Finland tried to distance himself. He wanted Iceland to find someone good, someone that would love him for him.
Which meant he had to turn down the visits. This time was different though. His parents were coming to his house to pick something up, and Iceland, now fourteen, just so happened to tag along.
Finland made some bullshit excuse up about how he had to be out at that time, and now he actually did have to leave.
Finland wanders around aimlessly for what feels like eons. When a park comes into view, he decides to go sit down.
And now that Finland is sitting down, he regrets it with all his heart. His dick didn't regret it though.
Jesus Christ. This was terrible, he was rock hard on a park bench! From looking at the kids playing, just looking.
Finland watches as a cute little boy climbs up the play apparatus. It should be illegal for kids to wear such slutty clothes, his shorts didn't cover nearly enough skin.
Finland licks his lips. The hot summer sun beats down on his back as he tears his eyes away. His gaze settles on another kid, and he squints at the small yellow symbol on his cute face.
Oh, huh… he recognized the little mark, it was the same as someone from his highschool. The Soviet Union. Oh, how he hated that man…
Finland's brow furrows as the little thing climbs up higher. He hoped the kid didn't injure themselves.
His eyes shift again, turning to a man running up to him. His lip curls, realizing it was, in fact Soviet.
"Oh my god, Finland, hello!" The man gasps for breath. "I know we weren't on the best terms, but-" Soviet shuffles around in his bag, pulling out a few crumpled bills. "Could you watch my kids? For, like, half an hour… they all have my mark-" Soviet taps his eyepatch. "Just, please make sure they don't wonder off?"
Finland gives him a look. "You-" "I know, I know, just please, I have an appointment and I would fucking kill myself if something happened to them!"
Finland thinks. He's sure it can't be too bad… he doesn't really care about the money, but he got to watch the kids without feeling like he was doing something wrong.
"Just- just one thing, how many kids do you have?" "Oh!" Soviet blushes, "Six." "Christ, someone's been busy… Sure, I guess I'll watch them-" With this confirmation, Soviet shoves the cash into Finland's hands. "Great! Thank you so much." He says, running off.
Finland goes back to surveying the playground, pocketing the money. He looks around for Soviet's kids.
There was one little boy sitting in the sand, maybe seven, twisting leaves and flowers together. He had a red flag (seemingly a common trait amongst Soviet's offspring) with about a third of the bottom a pretty cornflower blue colour and of course the little golden hammer, sickle and star.
There was a very small kid next to him, with the same pattern, only green and a stripe of red and white on the side of it's face. They couldn't be older than two.
A bit further away, there seemed to be the oldest kid. He looked about eight. The boy was making a… sand… Finland hesitated to say castle, it looked more like an army base. He had the first child's flag, but with the blue on the left side of his face. Finland sighs. And what a pretty face it was.
On the other side of the playground, there was a boy and a girl. The boy had a green stripe on the bottom and a thinner white stripe on top of the leafy colour. The girl had deep blue waves with white stripes in the waves.
And finally, the pretty boy that had climbed atop the play apparatus. He had the same rich blue waves decorating his flag, only slightly pointed at the top and with a stripe of red underneath. He seemed to be trying to coax his two siblings to climb up on top of the monkey bars with him.
Finland narrows his eyes as the boy reaches his arm down to his siblings, the little girl grabbing him.
The sounds of her laughing as she pulls her brother seem to be drowned out by Finland's heartbeat as he watches the small boy fall from the metal bars.
Finland's body fills with dread as he stands up, running over to the kid (now crying noisily in the sand.)
Finland picks the boy up, hugging him into his chest. "Shush, little thing… you're okay," he whispers. Oh how it broke his heart, seeing little children cry.
The girl's lip trembles. "I didn't mean to do it!" She squeaks. "WAHHH," sobs the wounded boy. "she pulled m-me!" "I know, baby boy. Sit down, yeah? Where does it hurt?" Finland helps his tiny body into a sitting position, wiping away tears with his sleeves.
"H-hur's here," the boy mumbles, rubbing his tailbone. "Aww," Finland coos. He places his hand on the boy's back. "You'll be okay, I bet you're very tough."
The girl speaks again. "I'm sorry, Estonia…" "Y'r mean," says the boy, apparently named Estonia. Estonia pouts, relaxing under Finland's gentle touches.
"Who even are you?" Asks the other boy, pushing a pair of large glasses up his nose. "Your, er… dad left. He wanted me to watch you while he was gone." "Okay, but who are you?" Finland tilts his head to the side. "Who are you, kid?"
"I am Lithuania, son of the Soviet Union! And I'm better than you." Finland grins. He'd love to turn this egotistical kindergartener into a drooling, compliant, and stupid cockwhore.
"Uh-huh. How long have you known your father?" Finland says sarcastically. "My whole life!" Lithuania crosses his arms. "Well, jokes on you then. I've known him since he was fifteen, so that's about… eleven years. How old are you?" "I… I'm five…"
Finland internally fist pumps at the little giggle dragged out of Estonia's mouth. "He got'cha!" Says the boy.
The girl laughs too, following Lithuania as he stomps away.
"How's your back?" Finland asks, picking Estonia up and walking back to where he'd been sitting. "It… still hurts," the boy says. Finland sets him on the bench. "I have something that might make you feel better," he says. Finland reaches into his big pockets. After a bit of searching, he produces a lollipop.
"O'my! F'ir me?" Says Estonia, reaching for the sweet candy. Finland smiles, blushing at the cute excited sounds Estonia makes. He hands the lolly over, watching as Estonia shreds the wrapper off and takes the hard candy in between his plush lips.
Estonia moans, content with sucking on the sugary treat. Finland stares as Estonia thrusts the lollipop in and out of his mouth. Fucking tease, he thinks.
He looks away, as his boner returning would be quite inconvenient. His pants already felt too tight.