You peered out the window of Russia's winter cabin with speculation. Tilting your head you turned to the large nation and asked; "Russia, why is it you have a hot tub outside your cabin?"
The nation smiled at you, ominously. "Well to swim in of course."
You raised an eyebrow, but nodded none the less. This would explain why he had you bring your bikini, but still. "But, Russia," you said hesitantly turning back to the window, "It's ten degrees outside, we'll freeze."
"Don't be silly." The Russian said from behind you. A pair of arms wrapped around your waist protectively, as though the harsh winter outside was trying to attack you. "Besides, if you're still cold I think I can warm you up."
You blushed thinking badly of what he said. You mentally scolded yourself for taking his innocent comment the wrong way.
Then he nuzzled his face into your neck, pulling you up against him and you started to question the innocence of his statement. Tightening his grip he kissed up your neck causing a shudder to run down your spine. He kissed under your ear before whispering in a deep voice, "I think tonight you will become one with Russia,da?"