Chapter 4

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ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLEASE BE OPEN MINDED OF WRONG GRAMMARS, MISTAKES, AND ERRORS

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No one's POV

Russia was to take his wedding vows today. The man wore Black slacks paired with his black suit and to top it all with his black neck bow tie. Over all, he looked stunning.

He stood by the fountain. He stared at the water running in an endless cycle. He tried to keep his mind on ease. Just imagining Ame walking down the aisle with a soft smile but loving expression made his skin crawl.

Guests began to fill the venue. Slowly, he started greeting them as the others congratulate the groom for this day. He shyly smiled and went to meet his Parents-in-law.

Mrs. France wore a skin tight red dress, a glass of wine on her right hand as she gleefully chatted with her husband, Mr. UK who wore a grey suit. France noticed his son-in-law "Russia! Good day" she smiled as the Russian kissed her hand.

"Good day my boy. How are you feeling?" UK asked. Russia sighed "I'm a bit nervous actually..." UK chuckled and patted his back. "I know what you mean. When my wedding day came, I felt like I wanna puke all day due to my nervousness"

"Yeah. After this, will be another chapter of my life" Russia stared at the sky "with America" UK added as Russia grinned "yeah"

"Please give me a minute to breath" he let out breathlessly "oh of course! Take your time, son" Russia nodded and went away, to the garden.

He held a tree for support as he exhaled deeply. He was getting married, he is a nervous wreck. A black butterfly suddenly flew above his head. Scarlet spots near the edges. The sight of the insect somehow calmed him down.

He followed the insect until he was back near the fountain. No one was around but he saw a a black silhouette behind the running water. He slowly circled his way towards the silhouette till he met the stranger's back.

She was a lady. She wore a black long sleeve shirt and long red skirt that hugged her tiny waist. Royal blue flowy hair that reached her butt and a red bow that rested on her crown.

She must've heard his footsteps because she turned around. Mismatched transient eyes met Sapphire surprised one's.

In that exact moment, Russia felt a pang on his chest. His skin crawled and he felt hot. What was this feeling? He stood there, frozen. The lady fully stunned around revealing herself.

Russia is not gonna lie, she looked like a goddess that descended from the heavens. He noticed a white feather dangling on her right ear. He lightly shook his head "I'm sorry I stared. Who are you?" He asked.

The stranger chuckled as he brought her black gloved hand to her mouth "I'm a guest" she spoke softly. Russia smiled "no I meant, your name" she chuckled once again.

"And why should I tell you that?" She asked. Russia pursed her lips. He was impatient but willing to wait, why was he acting so strange towards her?

"I'm the groom, it's my special day and I want to greet my guests" The stranger stiffened a little but soon smiled as she sat down on the fountain.

"Congratulations Russia. I am Maharlika" she face him. Her right Golden eye glistened under the sun as Russia felt his breath hitch in his throat at the sight.

An unforgivable feeling grew inside him when he kissed her hand. Their small bonding moment was cut due to Canada, calling out for him.

"Russia my man! The ceremony is about to start" Russia stared at him, wide eyed "you should go, Russia. Your lucky bride is waiting for you" she flashed him a tight smile.

She was about to go away but Russia held her hand "when..when can we meet again?" He asked almost desperately. Maharlika was shocked

"run away with me..." She whispered but Russia was unsure.

"Pardon?"

"Run away with me Russia. We'll live alone, just you and me" she clasped both of his hands and squeezed them.

Russia's heart pounded in his chest. This was just their first encounter but he was head over heels for Maharlika.

She was like a fairy. Elegance screamed whenever she moved or spoke and it seemed like Russia was caught in her spell but he didn't mind, instead he was addicted.

He dragged her away the venue. He chose to betray his love for another love, was it?

In the corner of his eye, he saw the crowd was in utter shock and disbelief when they saw the black groom with another lady.

America ran with her white wedding dress. She looked beautiful but Maharlika flooded his mind. America was reaching out with teary eyes as she desperately shouted "Ruski!"

••••

Redaer sighed in contentment. "The thing that the angel wanted was finally in the palm of his hands..."

The angel was sitting in front of the black groom. It was just them two but two apples suddenly appeared before them.

Russia picked his bright red apple. Slowly bringing it to his mouth, he took a bite. Philip picked his as well. A blood red apple. He took a bite as well.

The devil let out an evil laugh "the fruit of lust...."

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Body and heat, clashing together.

The was the sentence that described this moment. Russia held Maharlika's waist and pulled her a little closer till her breast touched his toned chest.

He reconnected their lips to a sloppy, heated kiss. Russia's tongue roamed Maharlika's wet cavern. Maharlika moaned softly.

He pulled away, a sting of saliva connects them both. Maharlika was beautiful with flushed face. "What do you want me to do?" He asked huskily making Maharlika to blush more.

"Mark me..." She spoke breathlessly

"Then?"

"Ravish me..."

Russia smirked as he placed Maharlika on his lap. He slowly leaned to her left ear "your wish is my command" he licked her earlobe sending Maharlika to shiver.

He trailed butterfly kisses down Maharlika's nose, mouth, chin, then down he neck. Maharlika closed her eyes as she grasp Russia's buffed arms.

Russia nestled his nose in Maharlika's crook before opening his mouth and biting her.

Maharlika's eyes and mouth widened in surprise, her back arching in pleasure. Russia began to suck "Aahh..nghng..Rus-russia...!"  Maharlika let out a long moan, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she panted hard.



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Roses are red,
Cactus are prickly.
Wtf, that escalated quickly :/

-Author-

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