Slow and deliberate footsteps inched hesitantly closer to the door. The wretched, evil door. Every time I looked at that damn door, I halfheartedly held back from kicking it silly. It just stood there, mocking me with its indifferent look. I wondered if that possessed door could feel pain. It was his door, that evil man's door, and it beckoned pompously for me to enter. But, a bet was a bet, and I reluctantly reached for the gold door knob, silently praying that the man awaiting me wouldn't tease me heavily. My crimson striped dress, with white stockings and fluff adorning the straps and the hem. An iconic Santa hat was plopped atop of my head. Of course, the burgundy stripper heels made the look. All and all, I looked like a sissy-man. Unfortunately for my pride, I was greeted with a rich, jovial laugh that made my heart skip a beat. I would never tell him that though.

"Comrade, I see you kept your end of the bargain! And what a wonderful bargain I have made! This will be fun, da?" Ivan teased condescendingly, a smirk flawlessly placed on his face. A candy cane slipped inbetween the crevice of his smirk, revealing his slick tongue. Oh, how I wanted to punch that stupid, smug, sexy smirk off his face. Wait, did I just say sexy?

"Shut up! I just didn't want you to friggin' have a hissy fit! I'm the hero, right? Heroes can't cause hissy fits dumbass! They stop them!" I retorted, crossing my arms and sticking out my tongue. Sadly, said "dumbass" did not take the bait. He only let a deep chuckle escape, as his eyes roamed the expanse of my skin. So, he pretty much was 'eye molesting' me.

"Dude, what the hell are you looking at? Just cuz I'm wearing a dress doesn't mean you can go all pedo-bear on me!" I exclaimed self-consciously, trying in earnest to cover myself. But, as I pulled the attire down to cover myself, the skimpy, red striped lingerie dress stretched and groaned, and a tear escaped from one of the seams. I scanned the dress, only to locate a gaping, wide tear that exposed more of my leg. My blush rouged my cheeks thoroughly. I would have put Antonio's tomatoes to shame.

"Oh Alfie, are you that excited to take off your clothes that you'll rip them off? I could have done that for you!" Ivan exclaimed in pseudo-shock. He gave the candy-cane he was devouring a long, sultry lick.

"Hell no bitch! I'm not gonna take my clothes off for you! I like boobies!" I shrieked (in a manly way, of course), but Ivan would have none of that. He could see through my lies. He only laughed harder, and I blushed in shame.

"Really, then why did you bet against me? You know, if you won, I would have to wear it." Ivan replied, motioning to the dress, and added, "I know you'd say something like, 'It'll be for blackmail!' or 'It's revenge for the Christmas party karaoke fiasco!' but I know you'd just jack off to it."

"Wait, what? No! It really would be for blackmail! And you said you'd never talk about the karaoke thing! But I really would use it for blackmail!"

"Da! And you'd be telling yourself this while you moan and pant and gasp my name in ecstasy as you threw your head back and-"

"NO! Do not finish that thought you commie pedo-bear!"

"Oh, would you like me to dress up as a bear and ravish you like that? Kinky, da?" Ivan teased, unzippering his pants. My mouth was agape, and my throat caught. How the hell did I lose my voice then?

"S-Stop! Q-Quit doing that! It's creepy!" I protested, and Ivan tilted his head, his smirk becoming almost ethereal. It was seriously friggin' scary.

"Oh, the things I will do to you, конфетка…" Ivan purred, sensually tracing his lips with his pink tongue. I shivered. Immediately, my instincts kicked in, and I turned for the door, hoping it had no hard feelings. I tried opening the doorknob, but the door was…

Locked. I inwardly cursed at the door as I turned around, fury setting into my system like a raging virus. I lunged for Ivan, and pinned him by the neck.

"You were planning on having your way with me, you Winter Wonderland fag! I knew it you commie! Why don't you go fuck General Winter or something?" I yelled, shaking his neck in wrath. His laugh eluded his lips through clusters of ragged pants. My Santa hat, which Ivan insisted I wore, jingled and clanged an annoyingly merry ring. Swiftly, he gripped my hips, and grinded his growing arousal against my exposed backside. A traitorous gasp slipped through my lips, and liquid tongues of fiery passion lapped against my skin, and the static aftermath pooled into my loins. Prying, groping, scorching hot hands invaded and conquered the plains of my back, massaging my firm butt. As I moved my hands to swat the intruding hands away, the Russian flipped us so I gazed into amaranthine orbs, brilliantly voicing his passion and desire. The Russian's eyes always intrigued me, and even then, in such a compromising position, they still did. Of course, I still had to fight for my pride.

"GET OFF ME RUSSIA!" I shrieked (again, it was manly!), as I writhed underneath him, hoping that I could sliver away from his feral gaze. In one swift movement, he had my arms pinned down with one hand, and the other hiking up the thin material. Ivan seized my lips, ravishing every corner of my mouth. The slippery appendage coaxed my tongue, and my thoughts were in a lust colored cloud, dulling my sense of pride and decency altogether. In that one passionate moment, I was pleasantly lost from my reality, and the only thing that existed was the bubbling pleasure and dirty whispers that traveled into my ear. In that one moment, I was no nation. I was no man. I was Alfred.

"Ready, Alfie? I hope I aroused you enough. I promise I will be gentle."

With an offer like that, how could I refuse?