World - X - Philippines

Obsessed! Russia x Piri

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So uh... A little heads up, there's smut here- and it's kinky as fuck. Such as
-degration, overstimulation, kink, DUBCON- which is technically still rape so beware.

This scene isn't for anyone, so if you can't handle that, go to another chapter. There will be softcore fluff chapters after this one!

Yeah, get ready lol
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Maria really didn't know how to respond. She's been to a few world meetings and she only interacted with a handful of other nations, and said nations she has interacted with before.

So when the shadow of a tall man loomed over her head, she didn't know what to do with herself. She turned around, meeting with the Tan Brown coat, her eyes staring directly at the wearer's midsection. Mind you, she isn't short, in East Asia of course. She stands a proud 5'4, an average among Filipinas.

She craned her head up quickly, she knew who this figure was and she didn't want to be rude with him.

Especially with the sight of that shiny metal bar he held so proudly.

"Ay, ah-" she said, nervousness choking her making her squeak. Ivan's neck bent down, the way the light above them loomed a shadow over his face. "Hello, po!" She greeted while smiling, her smile being partially forced.

"Comrade Philippine." Ivan cooed at her, a gentle smile graced his features and his eye crinkled. This made him look a little less intimidating even with the shadow over his eyes and his height making him look like a damn tikbalang ready to grab and kidn-

"Mind me asking, where are you heading, friend?" His words, masked with his thick accent, snatched her out of her thoughts and made her eyes widened. Weird how she thought of him as a tikbalang, and not a kapre.

"I was gonna get water.. for the panel. There isn't any at the moment." She said. Maria was sure that the -40 C° wasn't the only thing making his spine shiver or her legs shake. The way Ivan stared down at her, expression welcoming yet blank, as if he was looking through her.

"Ah.. of course, it's quite early, yes?" He said, leaning back, going back to his staggering height, but eyes still glued to her. She hated how it made her look so much smaller, not that she wasn't small to begin with. "There are people who was supposed to help with that, y'know? It's quite rude of me to let my guests fix the panel room themselves."

She quickly gasped "Oh no! I wasn't trying to fix anything- it just- people are already there.." she struggled with words which came as a shock, her, a person who spoke so quickly in tagalog and english struggled.  "Ah- ano kasi- and I thought it would nice if they-"

"Oh? They asked you to bring them water?" He chimed, and Maria quickly panicked. "No- no! They.. I- I just wanted to help, I can't really stick to one place.. and-" a tiny soft chuckle was heard.

Motherfucker was enjoying this.

"Come, Philippine. I see your point." He said while starting to walk next to her. "We'll head to the kitchen, grab water bottles, and head back." It didn't really sound like he was asking her. She nodded and kept up with his, hands behind her back, patting her skirt down and looking at the for some reason really interesting floor panelling.

"Are you enjoying your stay here so far, Philippine?" He asked, cutting silence off. "You don't have to call me that all the time, kuya.." she smiled, she felt a little comfy with him not looming over her. Her social nature helping her a lil bit. "Maria, call me that. And- ah.." she struggled to explain in her head that she didn't like it, at all.

The coldness in the manor was still present, even as they approached the kitchen, where temperature is supposed to rise. She shivered as cold sweat ran through her back.