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Russia x India(smut)

Whispers of desire filled the air as India and Russia found themselves entwined in the heart of Moscow. The warmth of their bodies contrasted sharply with the snow that blanketed the city.

Russia's hand found India's, their fingers interlacing as they wandered through the quiet streets, their eyes locked, a connection that transcended borders. The city faded away, leaving only the two nations, lost in each other's company.

India led Russia to a quaint little café nestled along a snowy lane. The scent of freshly baked pastries wafted through the open windows, beckoning them inside. As they took their seats, the waiter brought them two cups of hot chocolate, the steam rising from the mugs, a symbol of the warmth that the two nations shared.

They sipped their drinks in silence, their eyes wide with desire. The waiter returned, placing a plate of honey cakes before them. With a nod from India, Russia took a bite, their eyes widening in delight.

The night wore on, the two nations lost in each other's company. As they finished their dessert, Russia paid the bill, slipping the waiter a generous tip before leading India out into the night.

The streets were now mostly empty, the city asleep, save for the two lovers. They wandered through the quiet snow-covered streets, their steps in sync as they took in the sights and sounds of Moscow. India's head leaned against Russia's shoulder, their bodies drawn together, the comfort of their union a balm to the world's chaos.

As they approached the Red Square, Russia stopped, pulling India into a tender embrace. Their lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing in a silent symphony. The moon shone down upon them, bathing them in its silvery light.

India's hand found Russia's, their fingers lacing together as they walked once more. They sat down on a park bench, their feet dangling above the snow, the reflection of the moon casting a shimmering path over the snow's surface.

Russia and India gazed up at the stars, the silence between them comfortable and peaceful. The two nations shared a laugh, their shoulders brushing against each other. Russia's arm wrapped around India, a gentle and caring gesture, their bodies leaning into one another, their love a beacon in the night.

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Russia and India stood, their time together coming to an end. They shared a heartfelt kiss, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, a bond that transcended borders and history.

India pulled away, tears glistening in their eyes, their heart heavy with the knowledge that they would soon part ways. Russia brushed away the tears, their eyes filled with love and understanding.

"Until next time, my love," India whispered, their voice filled with warmth and promise. Russia nodded, a smile playing on their lips as they parted ways, leaving behind them a trail of affection and the memory of a night spent in each other's company.

The tale of India and Russia, once distant acquaintances, now bound by the warmth of their love, would continue to unfold in the quiet moments they shared, their fluffy interactions a testament to the power of human connection, even in the face of the most formidable adversity.

In the aftermath, the world would continue to turn, but between the lines of history, a different story would play out, a tale of two nations, bound by the deepest of love, their fluffy moments a symbol of the affection that had blossomed between them.

The world may have looked upon their encounters and seen only allies, but between the lines of history, a different story would play out, a tale of two nations, bound by the most intimate of connections, their secret union a testament to the power of human desire, even in the face of the most formidable adversity.

In the shadows of their encounter, India and Russia found solace in each other's arms, their hearts beating as one, a secret history unfolding beneath the surface of the world's gaze