Cursed

Chapter 6

Nothing too explicit in this chapter, just some non-consensual touching.

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Things only got worse as more nations entered the room to start the meeting. Most clearly avoided talking or approaching Alfred, and the ones that did had flirted with him or poked fun at him like Cuba had done minutes earlier. The flirting had been the most awkward, especially.

France had winked at him, Spain had complimented his figure, Korea had asked if he could grope his "breasts"(to which he told to fuck off), and Hungary had outright pinched his ass.

Seeing that the others were going to make this difficult for his brother, Canada had protectively reserved a seat for Alfred right next to him. Never more thankful, Alfred quickly sat next to his bro. There was also an empty seat next to Alfred, but he wasn't too worried about it with Matt on his side.

Germany had finally called everyone in to begin and started roll call. A sigh of relief escaped Alfred's lips when Russia did not give his affirmation to his presence. He was sure Russia would have taken advantage of his "predicament," with the outcome of Alfred being humiliated in ways he couldn't even imagine.

When no one answered for Prussia's name when he was called was when Alfred became concerned. Both of those nations missing had to be a coincidence, right? Had Prussia tried to "defend his honor" or something? Or, perhaps he was worrying for nothing. After all, it wasn't uncommon for the albino to be aloof about being on time, and Russia seemed to come whenever he damned pleased. Who'd chastise a guy that carries around a metal pipe wherever he goes? As America was reasoning the disappearances of the two men, they had suddenly sauntered into the meeting. Russia was first, a pleased smile on his face, while a disheveled Prussia lingered behind. He seemed to be shaken up as well.

Okay, something had definitely happened between those two. Maybe Prussia really had confronted the wall of intimidation that was the Russian personification.

Alfred's worried frown grew when he saw that Prussia hesitated to sit next to him, glancing wearily between the empty seat and taking the one next to Greece and Bulgaria. Russia had taken the opportunity to make Prussia's decision for him as he made his way over to America's empty seat and sat down. There was a brief moment as the two exchanged looks, Russia smirking and Prussia glaring, then guilt as his gaze shifted to Alfred before he took his leave across the room.

Victory flashed on the cold nation's face. America would soon be his.

The object of his lust was currently studying his face with a scowl.

"I don't know what you're trying to do, Russia, but you better leave me and my friends alone," he whispered harshly.

"You speak nonsense, America. I have no ill intentions towards you or your comrades." The trademark innocent smile was plastered on his face.

Alfred's eye twitched at the other and gestured with his whole hand across the room to where Prussia sat, whom was still looking tense. "Really? Then, what do you call that." He had trouble restraining his voice from raising, so he spoke through grit teeth.

"Hmm," Russia hummed thoughtfully, "is there not always something upsetting Germany's irritatingly exuberant brother?" Clearly more lies.

This further infuriated Alfred. "I'm going to find out what you did, you asshole. And stay the hell away from me in the meantime, 'cuz I know you're up to no good."

Still not letting go of his cool composure, Russia was about to retort. However, he was quickly interrupted by an irate Germany.

"You two!" The speaker pointed in their direction, "if you wish to disrupt our important schedule than you can take your chatter outside!"