Heat

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Wow an A/N at the beginning, that's rare.

So slight warning: Heavy fluff/slight lime
The warning will look like this: /////
Before it begins

That's all folks
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I took in a deep breath of my mate's heavenly scent.
Huh.
It's a little stronger than usual. I took in another lung full of Stars' aroma to be overcome with primal desire. I couldn't control my arms as they wrapped themselves tightly around his waist and pulled us together until there were no spaces left between us. My lips sucked on the sweet skin on his neck. The country covered with stars let out a muffled moan before a raging pain broke out in my stomach as I was kicked off the bed.
I was temporarily released from my instincts and profusely apologized with every ounce of sincerity I could muster.
"Get out!" he yelled from the mound of blankets and pillows he created to cover himself and his scent that would drive anyone to their instinct-bond intentions. I held my breath so that I wouldn't lose control of my body. "Okay, okay, I will, but if you truly do need me... just look at me in the eye and tell me, so I know that it's you and not the heat-drunken you. Okay?"
My Stars nodded his head and I immediately left the room.

I walked down the staircase, only to be greeted with his overpowering scent again, although America isn't even near here. I internally groaned as I look at the time: 4:07 am. It's too early to do anything, but I can't stay in the house. I don't want to be overcome by my instincts like that again and force myself upon the love of my life. I only now notice my bare torso and plaid pajama pants. There is no way that I am going back into my room to change. I sigh in defeat as I walk to my brother's house. I knocked on the door and waited a few minutes. To my surprise, a person answered, Canada. He tried to rub the tiredness from his eyes and looks into my soul with his vibrant green eyes.
"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" he had an edge to his voice as he demanded an answer. I rubbed my forehead and decided it was too early to try to sugarcoat things, "I'm in my nightclothes because your brother, quite literally, kicked me out of our bedroom because he's in heat. I don't want to go back to my house to retrieve a shirt because I don't trust myself not to go all primal. Now, will you loan me a shirt and take care of my mate?" I talked slowly to make sure that my mate's brother absorbed every word. Canada nodded his head and opened the door for me.
"Thank you. In return, I shall complete your duties for today," I said, putting on my alpha persona. Canada nodded once again before retreating into his bedroom.
He returned with normal casual clothes on and a shirt for me. I thanked the slightly shorter man and put on the flannel.

"Please be quiet, Raine is still sleeping. Feel free to rest on the couch," Canada stated before heading out the door.
Staying up has no purpose because I can't do anything, but worry about my mate. I sighed and sunk into their couch and slipped into slumber.

"What the hell are you doing here?" My brother interrogated me. My body was drained of energy as I sat up on the couch.
"My mate is in heat, and I want to sleep forever," I grumbled. My body seemed to be unresponsive to the hours of sleep.
"Wow, an alpha keeping his hands to himself when an omega is in heat. You and dear old dad ended up in different orchards," my brother commented. I nodded in agreement as I thought about all the mates my father had. None of my siblings are full-blooded. We are all half-siblings. My father had one or two more mates, other than our mothers. Belarus's mother was killed in a raid conducted by the facility.
We don't talk about that.

Or how dad kicked the bucket.

"I love that man. I will never lay a hand on him," my voice was unmistakably a voice of a love-stricken, daydreaming, man. My younger brother ruffled my hair in approval.
"I know you wouldn't harm your little 'Stars,' but now you need to be productive."
I groaned in protest.
"Fine, then treat yourself and have coffee with vodka. Talk to China about alpha stuff. Just anything to keep your mind off from fucking your mate," Ukraine grumbled and walked out the door leaving me with a deadly blush. My body warmed up to an unnatural degree from the embarrassment, but it held a small amount of truth.

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