A/N: Hello there! This is my first Hetalia story of this type. This is also my first lemon so, yeah, I hope you like it. I appreciate your reviews and comments but please NO flames! I hate those... But please enjoy the story and leave a review! ~BlackLaceBeauty

A Big thank you goes to my best friend (you know who you are!) who has put up with around 20 or more super long text messages as I ran this story by her as it developed from a simple idea to the entire first chapter. I wouldn't be at this point without her help. Thanks girl! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia of course.

Four Leaf Clover

BlackLaceBeauty

"Please, stop! Mercy!" She screamed.

"You deserve your punishment." The German before her said. "I'll stop if you will obey me." He said evilly.

"Never you Nazi bastard!" She screamed, only to be rewarded by a swift kick to the gut. Blood escaped her lips and splattered onto the cold stone floor.

"Fine then, you will just be beaten longer until you submit to my demands and be my servant. Or, I will let you get to a worse enough state then use you to torment your two big brothers." Germany laughed menacingly.

The last thing she wanted was for her big brothers to see her like this. Sure she hated being in this hell hole chained nude to a pantry shelf, but she didn't want to be used like a tool to create war. She would never be slave to this ass.

"I think that is enough of a beating for now. I need to polish my boots. Your nasty blood stains them. I will let Russia have his turn beating you when he arrives." Germany said and left, closing the pantry door behind him; leaving his battered, bruised, and bloody prisoner behind.

The girl gulped. She had heard of Russia from her brothers. She knew that he would be very big and strong. Stronger than Germany even. He had created the Soviet Union, after all. Who knew what he would do to her?

The pantry was completely dark except for a sliver of light from the thin gap between the cold, stone floor and the door. All was silent for a time. The only sound was her shaky breathing. Her arms were secured tightly together with industrial strength zip ties behind her back, leaving the girl without a hope of fighting back. Her ankle was shackled to the shelf by a long chain. She smelled her blood from both old and new wounds; she was bruised severely.

She began to fall asleep but did not reach that blissful unawareness. The sounds of large steel toed boots filled her ears as they approached the pantry door. The door opened with a creak. The light was blinding.

The shadow of a tall, well built man filled the doorway. Slowly he entered and shut the door behind him. He reached up and pulled a chain, switching on a single, bare light bulb. He made his way to the girl. Inches in front of the girl he looked down upon her, taking in every bare inch of her. He enjoyed the sight.

The girl did now enjoy being gazed at when she was naked. She wanted to scream at the man for doing so but smartly did not, fearing that if she did, it would be worse than punishment for smarting off to Germany. Instead she just looked away.

The man bent down on his knee, grabbing her face in his leather gloved hand, forcing her to look at him.

"Well, I was not expecting this! When Germany told me he had a prisoner in need of a beating I never thought the prisoner would be something like you." He told her in his thick accent. His other hand traced the curve along the side of her breast. It sent a chill down her spine causing her to shake and the Russian to chuckle darkly. After a few minutes of thinking he leaned his head next to hers, his mouth next to her ear.

"I'll make you a deal," he said. "Become one with me," she felt his steamy breath roll down her neck as he spoke. "And when I leave this alliance I will take you with me. Away from Germany."

'I can't believe it.' She thought. 'He is offering me freedom. But is the price worth it?'

"Tell me, will you accept my offer?" He asked at a whisper. Then, when he heard footsteps outside he said, "I have to make it sound like I am doing my job. Beg and scream for mercy." He commanded.

She did so and was quite convincing. How she produced such convincing screams was simple. She let every memory of every beating from Germany flood her mind. After a few minutes Russia whispered, "You can stop now. He has gone away."

The girl stopped screaming and looked at Russia. She knew he would want an answer very soon.

"Well? What is your decision?" His deep violet eyes watched her for her answer. Finally, she answered.

"Y-yes."

"What was that?" He asked with a smile. "I didn't quite hear you."

"I will become one with you." She clarified.

"Ah. Good girl." He purred. "As I promised I will return for you when I leave." She nodded in understanding. "Now I need to make it look like I did my job."

Making the girl lay on the floor on her stomach her roughly slid his gloved hands down her back, which pulled off the ragged scabs. Fresh blood welled and Russia used it to create small spatters on his long tan coat. He smeared a little over her shoulders and mouth. Then he grabbed her fleshy bottom before he left, once again promising that he would be back.

The girl hadn't a clue as to what time it was. She had fallen asleep shortly after Russia had left. Again the door opened and the light from the hall blinded her. At first she thought it was Russia but she was wrong. It was Germany and he was furious. She pretended to sleep but he stalked up to her and greeted her with a swift kick to the chest.

"Get up you little bitch!" He yelled. "You obviously have been beaten by Russia but I suspect that something else is going on as well! What did he tell you? Has he spoken of breaking the alliance?"

"He treated me as you do," she lied. "He spoke of nothing to me!"

"You lie you demon! What did he say!" Taking her by the hair he pulled her into a standing position then smacked her hard across the face, causing her to fall back on her knees. The chain attached to her leg clanking with movement.

"I was told nothing but that he did not speak to someone so low class." She lied again with her head hung low. This time Germany believed her.

"Fine, but if I find that you are lying, the punishments will worsen." With that threat he left again.

Sometime later Russia did return. At first he did not see the girl. She had crawled into a corner where she was now curled into a little ball. The temperature of the room had decreased severely. Russia went to take off his long overcoat to wrap up the girl when Germany barged in.

"You are leaving!" He yelled at Russia causing him to drop his coat and startling the girl awake.

"Yes, I do not agree with your ideals anymore." Russia said standing in front of the girl. " Now if you will excuse me, I will take my things and leave."

"You think you can just waltz out with MY prisoner? Think again." Germany said.

This caused Russia to scoop up the naked girl into his arms protectively. However, the chain around her ankle would keep him from running with her.

"She will become one with me. She has already promised so." Russia informed Germany.

"Oh yeah? Then prove it! Make her become one with you right here! If you won't then I will see that you were bluffing. And if you're bluffing I will see that she is useless and I will get rid of her." Germany pointed his gun at the girl nestled in Russia's arms. The girl stared at the loaded pistol with wide eyes.

"That is absolutely humiliating! Russia said. "Why would you make her go through that humiliation?"

"She is garbage. So it doesn't matter. If you become one with her right here then I will let you leave without another argument. If you don't, she dies. Take your pick. I know what you will choose though. Her nakedness has you aroused already."

Russia knew it would be difficult for him to do this here. Her arms were still tied behind her back so there was no way she could support herself on him. Finally, still standing, he straddled her around his front. Holding her up with one arm under her bottom he unzipped his pants, letting his manhood free.

He positioned her nakedness right where his tip was at her entrance. He would have to move her himself since she could not move herself with her arms tied behind her back. She felt the heat from his hardness and felt that he was throbbing in anticipation. It filled her with fear. Never before had she done this…

Russia hid his eyes beneath his silvery blonde bangs. He refused to look at Germany. Yes, he wanted her but he had had better things planned for her…

With a swift motion he pushed her down and himself into her. She let out a piercing shriek of pain as her head whipped back and tears now flowed steadily. Russia pulled her up and slid her down again to remove the last of the barrier. The blood from it trickled down his length. He stopped moving her after that, just holding her against his broad chest.

"Well, finish the job or should I kill her after all?" Germany asked with a smirk.

Defiant to Germany, Russia turned around and walked to the back corner where she had been earlier. Russia held her up against the wall, her feet not even touching the ground. His body blocked the girl from Germany's view. He sought to quickly finish the job. Thrusting in and out again he made the girl start to quiver with building energy. Russia went faster which made the girl try and wrap her legs around his hips for support. Russia didn't care about pleasure now. He just wanted to get out of there.

Faster still he banged into her. She was losing what little control she had left, fast. Her breathing became heavy and her mouth hung open, a small stream of saliva rolling down onto her chest. Her eyes began to roll to the back of her head as her walls began to tighten and contract around Russia's rigid length. The sensation made his member throb with a thirst to cum.

One last, intense set of contractions sent the girl over her edge. She lost control, her legs falling from Russia's hips back against the brick wall once the intensity passed. Her massive orgasm made Russia lose his control. He soon climaxed as well, filling the girl with his thick hot juices.

With his breathing heavy he pulled out, the excess ejaculate dripping down her legs and also onto the floor.

A 'Humph' came from Germany as he saw the excess semen drip to the floor. He tossed a small metal object on the floor where it skidded until it hit the heel of Russia's boot. It was the key to the shackle around the girl's ankle. Germany then stalked from the pantry. Slowly Russia sat the girl down on the floor without a word. He zipped up his pants then picked his coat off the floor.

The girl sat against the wall where Russia had put her. She trembled still from the intensity of the sex although the intense cold in the room was now playing a part too. She watched Russia with wide eyes as he fixed his pants and picked up his coat. She was beginning to feel extremely tired. Russia walked back to her and got down on his knees.

The girl hadn't realized that she was still crying until Russia gently wiped the tears from her eyes saying, "Shh… It is alright now little one."

He wrapped her in his heavy coat then reached for the metal key. He held her small foot in one hand as he unlocked the chain with the other. He then tossed the chain to the side. Russia picked her up, cradling her like a baby. With her head resting on his shoulder Russia kissed her above her eye. She began to doze off as Russia swiftly carried her to his car. It was late in the night as Russia buckled her into the passenger's seat then drove to his home. As he drove down an empty highway Russia adjusted the heat to keep the girl warm; she was still shaking a little.

The heat quickly stopped the girl's shaking chills. Every now and then she would fall in and out of sleep. She would also sometimes catch Russia glancing at her which made her feel self conscious. But how could she be more self conscious? She had just had sex with him. In front of Germany none the less! He had been her first… She fell asleep again and the next thing she knew Russia was carrying her into his house.

The hour was so late that the Baltics were already in bed. For this Russia was thankful. He didn't want them to see her like this. Quietly he took her up into his bedroom. Shutting the door behind him Russia took her into the adjacent bathroom. Now awake, the girl watched as Russia sat her on the counter between the two sinks. He left for a short time into the bedroom from where the girl heard drawers open and shut. He returned with a few things the most prominent of which was a field knife.

"Let's get your hands free, da?" Russia said as he slipped his coat off of her shoulders, leaving the small framed girl bare naked again. She twisted around so Russia could cut the ties.

It took a bit of persistent sawing but Russia got the ties off.

"Thank you," she said quietly as she rubbed her wrists for the first time in a long time.

"You're welcome. Let's clean you up. Your wounds need to be cleaned." Russia said as he caressed her face. He was very pleased when she responded by pressing her head into his now gloveless hands.

He set out rolls of bandages then wet a washcloth with warm water. He wiped her left shoulder and she gasped in pain, startling Russia.

"He hurt you so bad didn't he? I'll try to be gentle, I promise."

She nodded and bit her lip as Russia cleaned her and dressed her wounds. Every now and then she let out a squeak of pain which tormented Russia. He didn't like seeing her, his girl, in pain. Once he finished he took one of his t-shirts and dressed her in it. The shirt fit her like a night gown it was so big. He had her bags that Germany had taken from her but it didn't feel right looking for her panties in it so this would be enough.

"You have a name, da?" Russia asked as he pulled his shirt down over her head. She nodded and let out a small yawn as she was about to pass out from exhaustion. Also, she was a little nervous about answering to Russia.

"Don't be afraid. Tell me." He said seeing her hesitation.

"Cathrine Clover Kirkland; but I don't like my first name so I go by Clover." Clover told him.

"Come, Clover. Let's go to bed."

Before Clover could react Russia scooped her up again. Russia laid her on the big bed and covered her up. He then went to strip himself of his scarf and clothes until he was down to his boxers. He dressed in his night clothes then crawled into his bed. He pulled Clover to him and held her against his warm chest. She was still so cold somehow. Clover did not know how to react to this. She wanted her own bed but she was too tired to do anything about it. Plus Russia was so warm and his warmth felt nice to her. Clover settled with lying on her side with her head resting on Russia's shoulder.

"I am Ivan Braginski." Russia whispered in Clover's ear. "And you are mine now."

Well? How was it? I hope you look forward to chapter 2! ~BlackLaceBeauty