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It was a warm afternoon as the countries all gathered around for their annual world meeting. Everything went like normal, France said something stupid and got Britain all mad as they both began to bicker. Germany desperately tries to keep the peace between them before raising his voice as Italy zones out, thinking about pasta and planning out how he will give head to Germany after the meeting. Russia calmly sat in his seat with his perfect posture as he spectated the countries as they argued. His eyes slowly drifted to look at America who sat beside him before his calm expression turned into a disgusted grimace. Like usual America stuffed his face into the Mcdonald’s burger he ate as he rambled on about how “heroic” he was with food in his mouth. Right now their countries were at a debate on who was healthier. The answer is clear, it was Russia. But the Americans pointed out how no matter how much America ate, he still remained slim and muscular, excusing his chronic consumption of junk food as a “once in a while snack”. This of course made things more challenging for Russia since he had to prove to everyone that he was more healthy then America…he just didn’t know how yet. Eventually America must’ve noticed Russia staring at him with a disgusted expression before raising a brow.
“Yo Russia dude, what are you looking at man?” Russia thought his response was quite rude but didn’t question his attitude, they were rivals after all.
Russia then would sigh before speaking “Nothing, I’m just marveling at how you could afford so much food.” he said sarcastically before chuckling to himself.
“So are you calling me poor or fat??” America’s expression grew quite stern before Britain intervened. “America, stop indulging yourself in those hamburgers all the time!! Do you even realize how unhealthy they are for you? You’re going to get all fat!” As Britain lectured him on his health as Russia observed from his seat.
Britain would then come over and take away the burger from America’s hands making him whine and complain like a child “nooo dude give it back! I was eating that you know!” America got out of his chair and walked over to him as he reached his hands out to grab the burger as Britain raised his arm in the air, trying to distance the American and the burger. “I’m doing this because I’m a responsible father now go sit back down before you embarrass both of us!!!”
Just then, Russia got an idea. A wonderfully terrible idea. What if America was encouraged to eat more? Then he would get fat and unhealthy making Russia the winner. He then would smile to himself, proud of his own idea.
“No no let him have the burger” both of the nation’s eyes darted to Russia as he broke his silence. They both looked at each other confused before America spoke up “what?”
Russia then would get out of his seat as he walked over to the arguing father and son with his hands behind his back “America is old enough to make his own decisions, he’s a grown adult. I think he should keep eating, it’s better to eat something then nothing” As Britain was frozen in shock Russia took the burger out of his hand and handed it to America as he grinned ear to ear. His rival..sticking up for him??
“B-but Russia you have to understand, he could develop diabetes or get a heart attack!”
“By controlling what he eats you may make him develop an eating disorder. He is big boy, I’m sure he’s responsible for his own health” Russia then messed up the American’s hair as he winked at him.
“Yeah man I’m totally responsible! I’m a grown ass adult Britain, lay off will you?” America pushed away Britain as he stood by Russia, the both of them still shocked he didn’t jump in to degrade him.
“I would say you caused the poor American a lot of stress.” Russia then looked over at America with a warm smile “How about after the meeting we go out to eat? You deserve far more then just one burger and a few little french frys”
America’s eyes lit up as he nodded his head quickly “Yes!! YES!! That would be amazing, thank you!”
America was so stupid. He was falling for Russia’s trap so easily, he barely even had to manipulate him. Just the mention of food will make the fatass comply with almost anything. Russia chuckled to himself once more as he realized this would be a piece of cake, literally.
Soon enough the meeting came to a close and Russia took America to a nearby burger joint. He didn’t order anything for himself, watching America destroy himself was enough to keep his spirits high. “You may order anything you’d like America. Consider this my apology for everything I’ve said about you during this Cold War” His voice was sincere enough to trick America but he really didn’t mean anything he was saying.
“Gee, Thanks man! Uhhh I think I’ll order the cheese fries, large diet coke, double cheese burger-”
“That’s ALL?? Wow America I didn’t know you were starving yourself that much! You poor thing. Why don’t you get yourself some more?”
America was stunned for a moment before looking at the menu again. What changed?? Just moments ago the dude was giving him nasty looks for even eating. Maybe he didn’t mean to? Russians do tend to accidentally give people bad looks without meaning to. He then decided to brush it off as a miscommunication, maybe Russia wanted to be on good terms? I mean, he was totally losing in the Cold War anyway.
“I guess I will also have some chicken tenders, onion rings and-”
Russia then pointed at the menu again before holding it up to America’s face “Oh what about the barbeque burger?? You Americans loveee barbeque!!”
A few moments later America was indulging in cheese fries, a large coke (Russia talked him out of the diet coke), 3 triple cheese burgers, chicken tenders, onion rings, a barbeque burger, large cheese pizza and a caesar salad to balance it out.
America wondered why Russia wasn’t eating anything but just assumed he was very sorry about being mean to him during the Cold War. He proudly dug into the food as Russia watched from afar with a wide smile.
The more the eat, the fuller he got. The belt around his waist felt tighter as his belly fattened up from all the food. Noticing this as he looked down, America made the tough decision to stop eating. “I think I’m full. I really should stop eating so much..” he then fell back into his wooden chair as he groaned from all the food.
Disappointed, Russia raised a brow as he sat up a little. “Oh? You’re finished? Already?” Russia would then get out of his chair and hoovered over America as he looked down and examined his body, trying to notice any growth. “But the food isn’t even finished yet! It’s rude to order so much and not even finish it”
“But- I’m so full!” America helplessly said as he looked up at Russia as he took a slice of pizza and pressed it against his lips. “Come on America~ Don’t be rude”
With a sigh America opened his mouth, allowing for the food to pass through. Russia then spent the rest of the time feeding America by hand, making the people around them stare, completely humiliating the poor American.
America had never felt so full in his life, but it felt nice not being scolded for eating too much and instead praised. Russia on the other hand was getting a kick out of the whole situation. He watched as he bloated in real time, his belt helplessly pressing against his stomach, begging for a release. He then bent over as America stuffed his face in onion rings and gently resized his belt for the hungry blonde as he ate.
Noticing this, America appreciated Russia helping him out as he gave him a smile with food still in his mouth. Russia then gave him a nod of approval as he rubbed America’s stomach “you’re doing so well. It’s good to give in to your cravings, it builds up self care and stamina” the Russian was lying through his teeth as he tried his best not to burst out laughing.
One by one the food slowly disappeared as America finally finished eating. He’s never felt so full. He sighed in relief as he looked down at his body. His stomach looked huge! Russia noticed his eyes widen as he reassured him “Don’t worry, you’re just bloated for now. It will go away once your body digests the new food. Now I think we should pay and leave”
America was barely able to stand up. He felt so full he had to grip onto the table for dear life as he pulled his body up. Russia gave him a hand as he paid the waiter and they walked out of the Burger joint.
That night, at America’s place, he opened a bag of chips and began snacking on them before bed. Then after he finished it he opened another bag. Then another. And another. Then he opened a can of ice cream before eventually he was snacking on everything in his house.
In the span of one day he went from weighing 199 pounds to 210 pounds in fat. Ohhh but this was just the start.