Hey :3 This is my first lemon and Hetalia fanfic (the irony). You have been warned! Lemon will be in later chapters so don't get your panties in a twist (But America might :3 ) -I do not own Hetalia but I wish I did. Plus if I actually did, some things would be different :D
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Russia sat in the world meeting, listening to the German talk about something he didn't bother paying attention to. He was tired of waiting, for he had been waiting for the time to come, for a long time. He wanted America. His beloved sunflower. He wanted to pin him to the wall and take him then and there. But he painfully had to wait until the wretched meeting was over. America was usually the last to be out of the room, so he would grab him there. His gloved fingers ran over a pocket of his large jacket that held the chloroform cloth he would use on his American. He played the scene out in his head numerous times, making sure it was perfect. The large scarf-wearing nation looked to the hamburger loving one. He soaked in every detail he could of the nation. He was perfect. Russia couldn't wait to see him naked. He tried to picture it many times, but wanted to see it with his own eyes.
The meeting seemed to drone on for what seemed like forever. Russia began to grow very impatient with the meeting and the German who continuously dragged it on. "Kol kol kol.." Russia mumbled under his breath. But it was almost wasted. "That concludes the meeting." Russia perked up once he heard the words come from Germany's mouth. A small smirk formed on his face as he started packing up his stuff, purposely taking a long time. Soon, but not soon enough, it was only him and America in the room. America was lazily gathering his things while stuffing his face with some McDonald's cheeseburgers. America didn't seem to notice that the Russian was still in the room with him, nor did he realize that he was standing right behind him. Russia smirked at the clueless America and suddenly wrapped an arm around his chest, "What the!-" America yelled out, but was cut-off by a cloth being held to his face. America soon realized what was happening when he breathed in from the sweet smelling cloth. He couldn't tell who his perpetrator was as he struggled to keep his consciousness. Russia smiled devilishly, "My little sunflower.." he whispered in America's ear as the smaller nation fell unconscious. America tried to pin the voice but was already too out of it and soon became fully unconscious.
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America awoke in on a large bed, in an unfamiliar room. He shook off the urge to go back to sleep and investigated everything that was there. There was the bed which he was on, a large armchair, a dresser a TV and.. that was it. He looked over to the door with excitement and went to run for it, but was stopped short when he realized he was bound and gagged, 'Fuck.' The tied up American thought to himself. He wracked his brain for memories on what happened. He remembered a chloroform cloth being held onto his face and the voice of a man.. That voice! Where had he heard it before?.. His thoughts were cut off by the sound of the door opening. America looked up and saw the familiar Russian step in. A contented look crossed the Russian's face, " Ah, my sunflower. I see you are awake."
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Yea. I know it sucks, it's the first chapter. So, please review :D *rides away on a unicorn with Iggy*