I have not published a new fic or update my other fics in so long...but I was suddenly inspired, so here ya go!

Hope you all enjoy and feel free to leave some love~

America sighed as he tapped his pen against the table. He had started to hate coming to the world meetings. They were starting to become boring, starting to become repetitive. Nothing interesting had happened in a very long time. Gone were the days of threats of full out war, everyone so scared of what weapons everyone else had, that they had become spineless, having negotiations of peace...world peace.

"Stupid..."

"If you have something to say, I suggest you speak up America." England commented as he turned the page of the newspaper he had picked up in the lobby of the hotel that the conference was being held at.

"I was just commenting on your eyebrows was all." America replied back sarcastically as he attempted to dodge the now rolled newspaper aimed at his head.

At least he had these encounters to look forward to. He loved ruffling the older nation's feathers, almost as much as he loved getting an excuse to interact with England and the few other countries he actually liked. He only had these boring meetings to look forward to these days. Nobody ever just went to visit each other anymore. Sure it still occurred, but gone were the days of just showing up in another country and simply hanging out. He was lucky though, the island country still looked at him as his kin and made efforts to at least keep in touch with the American.

"Wanna come over after this?"

"Actually, I was thinking about heading to the hotel bar after this...besides are you not staying at the hotel as well? I thought I saw you coming out of one of the rooms earlier...so wasteful even though you only live a bit away." England smiled as he took up his paper once more. He and America were sitting at the far end of the table and they were being quiet so Germany had yet to notice that they were hardly paying attention to the presentation. "By the way, your presentation lacked the usual gusto."

"Yeah well, kinda hard to kid around when having to talk about my oil industry at the moment." America sighed as he slumped in his seat. His oil and gas industry had taken a huge hit lately and many of his people were either already without their jobs or were in the process of being laid off. It didn't help that the hardest hit was aimed up and down the middle of his land, as a result he felt hollow and had a dull ache that had been flaring in his heart.

"America...forgive me, I didn't realize it was so bad..." England could tell that the blonde country was upset, so he decided to offer the only advice he knew was sure to work. "Come down to the bar after the meeting, say around 7? I think a few other people were going to tag along as well."

"Kay, I'm not going to drag your ass back to your room once you're wasted though!" America smiled as he leaned back in his chair. He finally had a distraction, and he was planning on taking full advantage of the opportunity. "Wait, who all is coming?"

"The original 5 now that you will be coming, Spain, the two Italian brothers, Germany and his dolt of a brother, maybe Japan...he wasn't too certain if he would attend.

"The fuck, man?!" America scowled, "You all were going to go hang without me?! You just invited me as an afterthought." He pouted as he wondered how many other outings he had missed.

"I apologize, but none of us have been able to reach you lately and you always seem busy."

"Huh...I haven't gotten any calls or etc from you all...and I just thought you all were busy too."

"Everyone needs to de-stress America, even you...even this old pirate nation." England smiled as he patted his former colony on the back.

"Pffft, you're such an old wannabe."

"Shut it, brat."

America was excited. A night of drinking and fun was just what the doctor had ordered. He loved being around everyone. So much had changed in the past few decades. Culturally his people had started to open up a bit more and become more accepting...although he felt like although he was moving forward, that in some instances he was taking leaps back thanks to certain members of his nation. That was for another time to reflect on though, tonight he was going to have a blast.

He decided to try and look nice for once, and instead of opting for his usual outfit he so loved, he placed his beloved bomber jacket aside as he chose an outfit consisting of a pair of dark wash jeans that were very flattering. The jeans weren't exactly a pair of skinny's, but they did hug him in all the right places. Next, he sifted through his shirts and opted for a simple black V-neck that would show off his old army dog tags nicely. He also chose his favorite low red converse and a awesome black and grey assassin type jacket he had ordered online. Not only did the jacket look badass, but he loved playing the video games that the jackets were sort of styled after, so it was a win-win. Looking in the mirror in the large luxury style bathroom of his hotel room, America deemed himself quite good looking and proceeded to head out the door to join the other countries at the bar that was on the first floor of the hotel.

Upon arriving at the elevators, he noticed one of the doors about to close.

"Hey, please hold!" America shouted as he ran over, sticking his arm out to alert the door sensors to open back up.

The doors opened back up to reveal a particular nation that the American still wasn't so sure what to think of.

"What a pity, I was quite hoping that the doors would claim your arm."

"Russia."

"Amerika."

America sulked as he stepped into the elevator beside his former rival...was it former? He wasn't quite sure as he had always felt a sort of competition like relationship with the other. He had thought they had got along quite well once, but the Cold War had wiped several of those memories from his mind. He managed to hold on to a few pleasant memories but most were remembrances of how often they would fight, leaving each other a bloody mess.

"I too miss the days where you were painted red." Russia smiled as he clasped his hands behind his back, the sickening smile he only showed the other plastered on his face. "You were speaking out loud." Russia offered as the blonde nation beside him looked confused.

"Oh, I'm glad! I was worried you had sold your non-existent soul for mind reading powers!" America smiled as he stared at the larger country. "It's nice to see that smile by the way...I was thinking that you had actually become nice or something with the cheesy smile you had been giving the others the past couple of years."

"Of course not Amerika, I will always welcome any chance to torment you~" Russia purred as he moved to step out of the elevator that had just stopped on the first floor. "Coming?"

"Yeah..." America managed to get out as he watched the platinum haired nation step out before him. "This could be fun." He said to himself as he moved to follow the other. The elevator interaction had sent a pleasant shiver up his spine. He had missed the old days when he could get so much satisfaction from a good fight with the Russian. They were on amicable terms at the moment, but that didn't mean that they could perhaps quarrel behind closed doors...and it had been so very long since he had felt the Russian's gloved hand against his throat, attempting to block his airway.

America cleared his throat as he entered the bar, it looked as if one of the countries had been thoughtful enough to book the bar as a private event for the evening...probably Germany.

Everyone had already pretty much arrived save for a few exceptions. England motioned him over so the American took a seat in between him and Canada who had decided to tag along.

"Sup, bro?!" America smiled as he ruffled his twin's slightly longer hair, earning a noise of protest.

"Nothing much, Kuma was sleepy so I decided to come and make sure you all made it back to your rooms alive!" Canada smiled as he took a sip of what looked like tonic water.

"Dude, you have problems." America laughed as he waved for the bartender and ordered a shot of vodka to get him started.

"Vodka?" England questioned as he raised an eyebrow. "You only used to drink vodka when..." England glanced across the bar to find the Russian he had been thinking about staring straight at them, an amused smirk gracing his usually blank face. "Alfred, you didn't perhaps get into a fight or-"

"Nah, no idea what you're talking about." America cut the other off as he tipped the shot down his throat in one go. The burn of the alcohol felt nice. It was chilling as it made it's way down but warmed him up. It reminded him of winter.

The night progressed as the group of nations nearly drank the bar out of stock. England was long gone and France was near behind him even though the Frenchie had stuck to wine throughout the night. The atmosphere in the bar was beginning to mix with various emotions. Some of the nations were drunk and making fools of themselves, others were deep in discussion or laughing with each other. America noticed none of this as he downed yet another shot of vodka, choosing to stick with one poison for the night.

As America was about to turn and head to one of the tables to talk to whoever he could catch off guard, a firm gloved hand pushed him back into his seat.

"Wha?"

"Your tolerance has improved it has seemed." Russia smiled as he sat down besides the shocked blonde. "You've managed to go through nearly a whole bottle."

"Heh, what? Have you been watching me~" America snickered as he leant his head on one hand, staring at the country beside him, a strand of hair falling over his face.

"All night." Russia deadpanned as he motioned for the bartender who had given up trying to moderate the groups portions and simply placed a new bottle of vodka in front of the Russian who had already gone through all of his more premium bottles.

"Creepy..." America replied as he tried to grab the bottle from the Russian.

"Hmm, I was simply wondering how long it would take to get you drunk so that I could lure you away and beat you to a pulp." Russia smiled as he leaned forward and brushed the strand of hair out of the stunned American's face.

"You don't have to get me drunk to try and beat me; however, I think YOU would be the one crying on the floor broken when it is all said and done." America hiccuped as he took a swig of the bottle. He was nearly too far drunk to compute what he was saying but he did know that he was pushing Russia's buttons in all the right ways.

"Good, drink up." Russia replied as he grabbed America's chin and tipped the bottle into his mouth, keeping the American's head steady as he proceeded to empty the contents of the alcohol down the country's already burning throat.

America began to choke as the vodka was forcibly running down his throat. This wasn't good...but at the same time it was exciting. When he was drunk he lost all inhibitions and said and did what he really felt. It also lit up his emotions to be in such a dangerous situation with perhaps the only other nation that could overpower him and force him into submission...fuck! Not 'that' kind of submission! Maybe he was in more trouble than America wanted to admit. The blonde shifted his eyes as the end of the bottle began to trickle down his throat, none of the other countries had noticed his predicament and even Canada had gone against his word and was passed out on the other side of the bar, drooling on his arm.

America gasped as the bottle was wrenched away from his lips, and the hand that Russia had been using to hold his chin in place gripped it tighter and forced him to turn and face the Russian fully.

"Much better." Russia smiled as he watched the American before he drew the smaller male closer to his face. "Now I can watch you properly as you succumb to your demise."

"Y-you've always been such a sick fuck." America gasped as Russia's hand left his chin and reached to grasp the hair near the nape of his neck, pulling roughly so that America's head was forced to gaze upwards. "Ahnnnngh!" It hurt, this really hurt. Had Russia always been so bold?

"This look suits you nicely little sunflower." Russia murmured as he nearly lost himself staring at the sunny blonde before him. This was such a lovely opportunity. The Russian had been so incredibly bored lately, and he hadn't played with the American is so very long.

"Tell me, Amerika...Does it hurt?" Russia asked as he placed his free hand lightly around the gasping blonde's neck. Nobody had even noticed his dangerous game yet, the bartender had retreated after he had been given the now empty vodka, placing a sign that stated self-service on the bar.

America didn't know what to do. He hadn't been alone with Russia in a long time and he was having a hard time remembering if they had ever interacted quite this intimately. Had Russia always been this rough, had he always been so scary, and had he always felt this excited when they had fought before? Were they even fighting now? What was this?! More importantly, why was his heart beating so damn fast and why was he so excited? All to soon before he could hold it in, a small moan escaped his now panting lips as Russia's hand tightened around his throat before it was quickly pulled away.

America's eyes snapped open wide as he processed what he had just done and attempted to move away. Just as quick as Russia's hand had retreated, it came back a second before America could escape, grabbing onto his upper arm, dragging the American onto his feet and onto the other side of the room away from the other nations.

America whimpered as he was thrown against the wall, his back making contact with the wall with a harsh thump.

Russia was suddenly in front of him, holding him in place. He was too drunk to fight, too drunk to care, and too drunk to question why he invited the Russian's body in front of his own.

"How interesting Amerika~" Russia purred like he had on the elevator, his voice coming out in a soft deep rumble that reverberated in America's sensitive ear drums. He liked Russia's voice. No, he liked the 'real' Russia's voice. Not the stupid sickening sweet voice the larger male used on everybody else. He liked the voice the Russian reserved for him and him alone.

Russia was the only other country in the world who had fully stood up to him. He had never cowered or sucked up to him. Russia had always met him head on and was always ready to knock him back into place. He loved fighting with the other, it made him feel alive. But this...this was different. He had not realized just how much he really loved when the Russian would touch him, be rough with him. Yes, he had yearned for their heated interactions before, but he had never been in a state like he was now where he was fully just focusing on the other...and how he wished he wasn't.

Russia looked straight up dangerous. He was towering over him, the angle caused shadows to fall in the right places, he looked downright sinister. He had also chosen to dress down from his usual attire, but instead of making him seem more inviting, it had the opposite effect. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, a simple white shirt with a black leather jacket on top along with his ever present scarf and a pair of black motorcycle boots to finish his outfit off. He looked dangerous, he looked intriguing, he looked appetizing.

"Ah, how very curious...What a delightful noise..." Russia spoke quietly as he ran a gloved finger down America's jugular, causing the restrained blonde to shiver and attempt to turn his face away.

"To think, I was only planning on teasing you a bit and goading you into a small fight." Russia whispered as he leaned forward, placing one muscular leg in between America's legs, his free hand clenched into America's side.

"Wh-What changed?" America bit out as he panted against the Russian. He was NOT going to give into this bastard. Who did he think he was? He had yet to decide whether the Russian was simply toying with him, planning him serious bodily harm, or if he was going to go in a completely different route...

"I have been very bored as of late Amerika, and I think you just may be the solution to my dilemma~" Russia smiled as he let his face rest against the crook of America's neck. "After this meeting is over, I will return to my land for a few weeks. After I have taken care of my business, I will return to your country and you will gladly accommodate and entertain me, won't you? You are a country of your word so I expect to hold up on our deal." Russia whispered as he lightly nipped at the American's neck, enough so that a small mark would be present in the morning when the smaller country had cleared his head and would notice.

"AHnn, y-yeah..." America breathed as he shakily tried to hold himself up, but suddenly his support had vanished and the Russian was making his exit.

"…..Fuck..." and all went black as America slumped against the wall and slid onto the floor.

...SOOOooooooo? :)

I'm not planning for this to be super dark, there will be some sweetness as well. I have a pretty good idea where I want to go with this, hopefully it translates to the story like it does in my head!

Sorry for any mistakes! I wrote this before bed ~