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There were few things that mad America truely mad.

1-Insulting his people, including harming and terrorizing them

2- his states (children) disobeying his orders

3- politicians doing stupid things

And here, in the middle of peace talks Russia kept quipping about his people. The ambassators were nervous, glancing between a cheerful and sadistic Russia to a growingly irritated America.

"Aren't most of your people fat? Stupid Amerikans," Russia shot a sickeningly sweet smile to a scowling America.

"Russia," his voice was low and full of warning, much like the one he would use on a guilty state, "Be quiet." Russia seemed to pause, part of his brain registering the fact America was a nuclear power of monstrous strength, but he continued.

"Are you haveing trouble understanding what I am saying? Silly Amerika, all will become one with Mother Russia." He giggled, hiding his face behid his ever present scarf and the politicians decided to try and turn invisible as America stood up, eyes blazing and hands clenched.

"Russia, shut up!"

"Nyet," the Slavic nation said cheerfully and regretted it seconds later as America threw himself over the table and tackled him to the ground. There was brief tussle and Russia was shocked to be pulled, painfully, up by his ear.

America gave him a smile that chilled him to the bone, "Come with me Russia, lets talk."

Despite the astonished stares of the ambassators, security guards and the the protests of Russia, America opened the door and dragged him out of the room, still holding a grip on the Slavs ear.

"Ah,AH, Amerika, let go of my ear,"yelped Russia, half bent over due to America shortness. His arms flailed as the tugging got worse and America led him in and out of rooms of his large house, looking for something.

"Be quiet," his voice was so harsh it chilled him to the bone but he continued to flail around but he followed, lest America decided to yank his ear off. Finally, when he had entered Belarus's room he grabbed a hairbrush off her desk and stalked out, still dragging the whining Russia into an empty room with white sheets all over the furniture. With a swift motion America yanked a white sheet off of a chair and sat down, throwing the Russian down over his knees.

"AMERIKA!" Yelped Russia, trying to push himself up, but the western nation held him firmly down while at the same time pulling his trench coat up and yanking his pants to his knees, "STOP THIS!"

Alfred didn't reply, instead he lifted the brush high and brought it down with a loud 'CRACK' against Russia's pale bottom.

Russia was sure that if America had not been holding him down he would have rocketed off his lap.

"AHHHHH!" Russia clenched his fists, he was so tall his knees were practically touching the ground and his hands were resting on the carpet but no matter how he wiggled or pushed his rival was not letting him escape.

America would be lieing if he said he was not enjoying this, to see his communist rival sobbing his eyes out over his lap as he brought the hairbrush down with a defeaning CRACK was pretty awesome. He had fifty children and knew exactly how to punish someone as strong as Russia, even though Texas was rediculusly strong he had been spanked pretty recently and Texas could probably hold his own against Russia.

But he grimly spanked on, ignoring the crying, pleading and tears. Because honestly, if there was every a way to get Russia to be nice this was it.

Russia was in considerable turmoil, the humiliation from being spanked by his greatest rival, the pain of the brush and the fact he was reduced to tears, crying into America's thigh as said country continued to spank him, rythmically and firmly. Finally he cracked.

"I'M SORRY!" he wailed, hoping speaking English would placate the angry american. It did and Alfred finally stopped, dropping the brush to the floor he proceeded to rub his back soothingly. Russia cried while America felt a spark of warmth for the nation, he really shouldn't have lost his temper like that. Russia's once smooth and pale bottom was flaming red and fat tears rolled out of his violet eyes to splash onto the carpet below.

Hungary was whistling cheerily as she dared while skipping through the house when she heard someone crying. Odd, Russia had been in a strangely good mood when he heard America was coming and hadn't hurt anyone recently. Taking a risk she bent over and stared through the keyhole to the weirdest sight in the world. In the near empty room was America, sitting in one of the older chairs, rubbing the back of a sobbing Russia who was laying limp over his lap. From the looks of it Russia had been given the spanking to last him a few decades. As she watched Russia stood up and pulled his pants up and wiped away the last of his tears, America gave him a hug and Russia buried his face into America's shoulder and when America turned to give him a perfectly innocent kiss on the cheek Russia accidentely turned to speak and thier lips met.

Violet and blue meet and there was a beat of 'oh-crap-now-what?' until the kiss deepened and they pulled each other close. They toppled onto the bed and things got R-rated pretty fast and Hungary skipped away, not even bothering to hide her cheer anymore.

The Next Morning

Russia woke up, his nether regions aching from both pain and pleasure, to sunlight streaming through the smallest crack in the curtains. He glowered at it but the curtain was unimpressed and sat still, groaning he turned to see America sprawled on the bed, naked and snoring slightly.

With a grunt he kicked the American's leg and the nation snorted and his blue eyes opened blearily.

"Whazz up?" He mummbled and his blues widened at the sight of Russia's glower, "What?"

"Do not give me that Fredka," he warned. America stood up and began getting dressed, "I will get you back Amerika, you will pay for this humiliation." America chuckled and zipped up his coat.

"You do that Ruski," he gave one last wink and disappeared, leaving an annoyed and sore Russian.

So thoughts, who wants to read Russias revenge? Reviews please.