After the meeting Russia was very excited to get America to his home where he could keep an eye on him. With all the nations in one area, it was difficult to watch everyone at one. He slowly opened the hard wood door of his home in Russia. He sighed in relief of the silence that greeted him. No one had followed them, he was almost certain about that.
America on the other hand, was plotting to figure out the best way to put his plan into motion. He looked down at his injured arm and smiled. To America, every weakness could be morphed and changed into something he could use to gain the upper hand, to gain the advantage. Even though the injury prevented him from leaving Russia's home, it was also one of his biggest assets. He whimpered lightly and looked up at Russia with pleading, tear filled eyes. He cradled his arm.
"Vanya, it hurts so badly. Please, help me." He nearly begged the Russian man. Ivan held him closer to his chest surprised at the plea. America had always been so independent. This was the first time that he had actually asked for help. He kissed his forehead sweetly. When he pulled back, he was surprised the American didn't pull away. In the past, that's all he had ever done. Russia wasn't complaining, he was just surprised.
"Just hold on a little longer Fredka, I will help you." America was carried like a baby to a room that he had never seen before. In all the time America had spent exploring the house, he had never been able to get in. The door had always remained locked and Russia was the only one with the key. He suspected there was an escape in the room, something Russia didn't want America to find out about. Normally, he would have Canada scope out the room and plan accordingly, but this was a solo mission. America was on his own. Beyond the stairs, down the hall, and on the last door to the right stood the forbidden door. Russia took out a key and chuckled quietly. He put a finger to his chapped nearly white lips and hushed the other man.
"Shh, it's our little secret." He whispered opening the door. America was astonished at the room inside. It was a fairly large room, definitely bigger than the plain white room he was staying in. The walls were painted a calming shade of tan. Tiny little animals were carved in oak around the trim of the room and polished enough to nearly blind you if you looked too long. In the right hand corner was a typical queen sized bed. The bedding matched the walls and all the sheets and pillows were crisp and neatly folded in as a result of years of practice. Most of the room looked like a normal bedroom. However, America was more surprised about the left side of the room. On the left, was a messy desk full of Russian military secrets. There was a map that hung tightly on the wall. On each nation was a couple of hand written notes. For China, there was cheep labor, plentiful resources, and similar government. The other nations were similar except for America and Canada. Under those nations, there was an entire list of things Russia wanted from the two and battle tactics to obtain the two North-American countries America nearly stiffened at the length Russia was willing to go.
Russia grabbed him by the shoulders and chuckled leaning down to the American. He smiled almost demonically as he watched America's reaction of his "little workshop" he had set up.
"Do you see little Amerika?" he spoke lowly and in a hushed tone tightening his grip. "I've had my eye on you for quite some time now. Ever since you showed up to the first world meeting after you gained independence, I've wanted you for myself." He trailed his hand up America's body like a snake wrapping around it's prey. "And now I have you and I couldn't be happier. I hope you see how far I am willing to go to make you mine."
America took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He didn't have Canada here to cool him down. He had to keep a level head or his plan would be for nothing. He turned around to face the Russian and smiled with half lidded sparkling eyes. Eyes full of lust for power, information, knowledge, and dominance. He slowly trailed his finger up Russia's chest tracing the lines and crevasses. He gasped in surprise of the well defined chest as he let his eyes drift with his hands.
"Russia," he paused, "I never knew how greedy you are." He looked up to meet eyes with him. Blue met purple. Ocean met ice. Lust met greed. "Not only do you want my physical body." He smiled slightly placing his fully extended palm on the chest and stepping closer. "But you also want my mind, my soul, my entire being. Isn't that dangerous? What goes around comes around. Besides you haven't worked hard enough to earn all of me."
Russia chuckled grabbing his hand and narrowing his eyes, lost in a sea of blue. "I can earn it. Just tell me one thing."
America smiled and stepped closer into Russia's chest. "Hmm?"
Russia smirked. "Where do I begin?"
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Hey Broskis!
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Fanfiction"Those eyes were ravenous, hungry for power and would do anything to get it. And in Russia's eyes that is what was truly beautiful. He would do anything in his power to make those beautiful, powerful, icey blue eyes his and his alone."
