He had a death wish.

Russia was damn well sure of it as he watched him intently, observing the way the tongue travelled up the icy snack, the way it gently curled around it and sucked slowly. I need to stop buying those ice pops or they'll be the death of me, Ivan though, supressing a frustrated groan as he watched that sweet mouth gently bob slightly, sucking on the treat rougher, unaware of how provocative his gesture was before biting off the tip of the red ice pop.

Ivan abruptly stood up, his fist slamming on his desk causing the baltics to flinch slightly, three pairs of eyes looking over at him, 2 pairs wearily and the other innocently, but the russian knew too well by now what was laced in with that look.

"Something wrong sir?" Toris asked first, looking more concerned than frightened, though it was still there.

Ivan managed his usual smile before singing out a "No. I'm fine."

"You sure? You do seem a bit off compared to usual," another voice questioned, that being Eduard. Ivan spared a glance over to the Latvian teen, waiting to see if he had any nerve to ask after tormenting the man. The boy just sat there like he hadn't done a single thing, reading some book with the ice pop in his hand limply.

"Yeah," Ivan sighed, leaving his study and the three baltics in an akward silence,"I need to sort something out for a minute."

Toris flinched as the door was slammed shut behind the tall nation.

"What was that about?" he exclaimed, scratching the back of his neck slightly, looking between the other two, confusion just slapped across his face.

Latvia simply shrugged, not looking up from his book. "Who knows."

"Third time this week," Ivan gritted out to himself, washing his hands vigorously. That latvian brat was really starting to get to him. This sort of thing had been going on for 2 months now. First he didn't notice it, then after a week or two he picked up little things the teenager would say or do, which he found sort of cute... anyway! After a month he wasn't sure if Raivis was teasing him purposely or if the boy still hadn't caught on to what he was doing. Either way it all pissed him off!

As Ivan was searching through his thoughs, a knock on his door brought him back to reality.

"Ivan sir?"

Fuck! He knew that voice too well. Meek and almost a whisper, but it sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

"Raivis." he stated, giving permission for the boy to come in as he pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants. The latvian entered his room hesitantly, juggling 3 baskets in his arms.

"Ed told me to let you know that dinner is almost ready," the boy stated in a hushed tone, eyes trailing down the older man's figure and quickly looking up at him, an innocent smile gracing his face as he left the room. Ivan had no words to say, sitting down on his bed and letting out a frustrated sigh.

He made his way downstairs soon after with a wife beater thrown on, quietly taking his seat at the table. Eduard and Toris had sensed something wrong with him and were now trembling as they eyed the man nervously.

"M-Mr Braginski, are you sure nothing's worng?" Toris questioned, placing a hand slowly on the man's shoulder. Ivan raised an eyebrow at the man and grunted out a yes, eating his food in silence. The two baltics had calmed down and were now conversing with each other, mainly about Toris and the plans he made with Poland. Ivan remained content with this atomsphere until he felt a foot brush past his own and a dainty ankle slowly tracing up his leg. He quickly looked up from his food and at that brat sitting across from him. He was focused on his plate. But still...

The foot travelled further up his leg, skimming down this thigh before settling it between his legs on the russian man's chair, so close to his crotch but not touching it.

"Sir, are you ok?" No, i'm not Toris. Your youngest "brother" is feeling me up under the table! Ivan nodded simply, continuing to eat his food, cutting at the meat on his plate barbarically. The other two baltics continued talking unaware of Ivan's predicament, the latvian still pressing his foot against the man's thigh, before gently brushing his toes over his crotch and pulling away quickly. Ivan glared over at the kid, noticing a small smirk that Raivis had aimed at him. Sneaky fucking brat, he's doing this on purpose!

"Well i'm going to go to bed now," Ivan announced, making his way out of the dining room and to his own room upstairs, anger bubbling up slightly in his stomach. If the kid was going to be a cock tease then he should face the punishment Ivan's gonna give him!

First story and I hope I get some readers!

Shame not a lot of people ship this pairing cause I freaking love it! [but i'm a psycho too...]

I really wanted to write a story with Russia and Latvia anyway but I wasn't entirely sure what to write. I read some of the stories on here with this pairing and it's a lot of Latvia getting tortured [poor Latvia!] && it just got me thinking "why would Latvia be getting tortured?" and the only thing my brain came up with was "HE'S BEING A SLUT!"

LAWL! x]

Well enjoy and review if you like! =]