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Scene XXIII

Young China POV

My eyes flutter open as the rays of sunlight dance on my face from the open window. Usually when I wake up I get annoyed at everything, such as the room I'm in, my wrinkled bed sheets, my messy hair, and the untidy room. But today is different.

I turn to my side to look at my sleeping Russian boyfriend. His bare chest rises and falls with every breath he takes. I smile softly. Yesterday was a dream. At one point, I was telling everyone a weird desire I had. Then, I was kissing everyone. Lastly, I made out with Russia after he said he'll be my boyfriend. It was a fever dream. But a good one.

I chuckle softly to myself when I see the amount of hickies I put on his body. I somehow even got one on his hip. That was how close we were to having—sex. I didn't want to think about it.

I trail my hand over his chest before rubbing his bulge through the fabric. Immediately his eyebrows furrow as he grunts softly in his sleep. I watch him as he struggles to control his breathing. His body twitches and shivers with every stroke.

I stroke faster, making him gasp in surprise. His eyes shot open, looking down at where my hand was. "Китай," he mumbles airily.

I hum softly, kissing his cheek. "Good morning my adorable teddy bear," I chuckle. He grunts, glaring at me before his hand grabs my bulge. I hiss quietly, looking at where his hand is.

"Good morning 中国," he smirks, rubbing my member through the cloth. I don't know what to be more surprised about. Where his hand is or him speaking Chinese.

I take his hand away from me and slide on top of him. He stares at me curiously. "That's hot," I whisper in his ear.

"I—Китай" he gets cut off by a moan when I begin rubbing our pelvis together. I grin, kissing his cheeks a couple of times. He breathes heavily, wrapping his arms around my back.

I hum, loving how he looks under me. His cold demeanor melted away right before my eyes. The only way I could see him. "Do you want more?" I chuckle.

He glares at me, not saying anything. Suddenly, his lips capture mine. I close my eyes, kissing him back. Our tongues dance together, falling into rhythm. Weirdly enough, he tastes like chamomiles. And I like it. He tastes amazing. My grinding quickens when I feel like the pleasure isn't enough. Russia gasps, breaking the kiss. He grunts softly, eyebrows furrowed.

I smile innocently before trailing kisses down from his cheek to his jawline and to his neck. He shudders when my lips make contact with his sensitive spot. I grin. I lick it slowly, teasingly. He tenses up, grabbing onto me harder. I continue, grazing my teeth against it. "Китай, stop teasing me," he manages to stutter out.

I smirk at his desperation, "as you wish, 俄罗斯." I begin sucking his neck harshly. He gasps and moans under me. I grunt, feeling the pleasure from my bottom. I grind harder, faster.

Russia closes his eyes, fisting my hair with his hand. I kiss his lips, panting heavily. Suddenly, the pleasure shot through us. I fell on top of him tiredly. "That was—amazing," Russia breathes.

I hum in agreement and peck his lips. I roll off of him and cuddle his side. "I love you," I kiss his chest.

"I love you too," he smiles. We stay like that for some time, staring at nothing in particular. Two hearts with synchronizing beats. It feels nice being with him. I feel at peace, at ease, unbothered. If he only came to my old middle school. We would be inseparable. Powerful. We would be unstoppable. Russia kisses my cheek, whispering, "I will only love you."