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🇷🇺x🇨🇵| pretty words, sinful secrets |Russia x France

This is the heavily edited and much shorter first try for those two. I did not have the motivation to make this longer, I'm sorry. But considering that I actually never wanted to publish it and am not that proud of it, it's fine. The end feels rushed in my opinion, but let me know what you think and have fun!
Btw I started it the same night that this was requested.
Requested by: clair_de_lune-
Words: 1967

It's all too much for him right now. Things have really been going downhill for over a year now and he couldn't do much about it.

Propaganda, wars, tensions, conflicts, demands, it was all getting too much for him. He was just expected to work and function without a break, but surprise that's not how it works. As a countryhuman he might have been stronger than a regular man, still he was human.

Russia let out a long sigh, he hadn't been able to catch a break in ages, nor get any kind of relief, or opportunity to see his lover.

France regularly sent him letters, he just hadn't really had the time to write back to her.
She could write so beautifully, her handwriting looked perfect every time and she always seemed to find the right words, no one would ever suspect a thing.
Even Russia himself was still surprised every time she gave vivid and detailed descriptions of things so sinful...

He would lock himself in the bedroom of his house, close the curtains and only then, when he was sure to be completely alone, undisturbed, opened and read her letters.

He rather liked to be the one to receive pleasure than to work for it and give it. France knew that, she was completely fine with it and always found new ways to use his submissive nature to her advantage.
Only in the bedroom tho. He'd end up begging and obeying her like a docile pet time and time again.

Somehow, he couldn't quite pinpoint when it started or how it developed, but she managed to get him to obey her every command, no matter if she voiced it, or if it was written down in a letter. Hands off meant hands off, lay down meant lay down, no matter if she was there or not.

He snapped out of his daydreaming and back to reality when loud, hectic, almost frantic, knocking on his door and someone calling out to him wouldn't stop. While taking his time to collect himself the constant noise got on his nerves.

"Yes? What is it?" He finally gave up on getting his tie back in place and almost hissed the question at the door, annoyance clearly burned itself into his tone. It sounded dark and threatening.

"You have a visitor, sir. The French Republic is here and demands to talk to you, alone." The man had obviously picked up on his tone and sounded like he was frightened and in a rush to leave again. He spoke up once more, even quieter now.

"She sounds very determined, sir. She'll probably do what she wants anyways." He muttered the rest barely loud enough for Russia to hear, if that was intended is up for debate.
They all had learned that France herself was a force to be reckoned. By now, no one in this building would dare stand in her way.

"Tell her she is welcome to join me in my office and make sure no one comes near my office for the rest of the night. This conversation is for her and me to have and no one else to witness." His tone was now stern and he spoke fast.

Excitement and nervousness bubbled up within him and the second it took the man outside his door to answer felt like a never ending hour.

"Of course sir. She'll be here in a moment and I'll have everybody instructed to avoid this part of the building." The sound of fast paced steps now slowly died down as the man left to follow Russia's instructions.

In his head he imagined Russia would not want anyone to witness the torture he was gonna go through in the next hours. Wanting to keep up a strong and undoubtedly powerful image of himself. He felt sorry for him, all he had ever seen from that woman was unbearable behavior, making him fear the time he had to spend interacting with her.