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It was silent. Absolutely and completely silent. Not even the crickets in the yard were sounding. He was sitting there, just as quiet as the rest of the world, lying down in the grass watching the sky above him slowly turn black.
He did not move when he heard footsteps behind him, nor when the person lied next to him. They sat there, silent, knowing that their deaths were soon, even with the world being so peaceful that night. Finally, he spoke.
"Russia… What will happen to us when we're gone?"
The other man, but the name of Russia, was surprised by this question, as well as that he would ask him for the answer. Maybe it was because Russia had seen, and caused, so much death, that he assumed that Russia would know the answer.
"I… do not know…" Russia said, slowly, deliberately, thinking about the words, "But, I assume that it will not be good for us, who have killed so many."
He turned over, propping himself up on his elbows, and said,
"Russia…"
Russia turned to face him, and clearly saw the fear in those bright blue eyes.
"America?"
They were so close, and a last, America kissed him. It was fast and desperate, bruising kiss, that left them both wanting.
It was Russia then, who leaned forward and stole another kiss, slower this time, gentler.
"Russia… I think… I love you," America managed between the kisses.
"I am… glad."
Their clothes started to vanish, hands tracing down bare skin. They were in the middle of nowhere, so they did not worry about being caught.
America knew that he would have hickeys in the morning, Russia's mouth sucking hard on his neck. Russia's hand removed America's pants and underwear, gently stroking America's length.
"Ah- F-fuck, Russia- Take me!"
Russia smirked against America's skin.
"Impatient, da?"
"Y-yes, just fuck me already!" America tugged on Russia's pants. Russia reached down and pulled his pants and underwear down, flipping America onto his back.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stretch you?"
"Russia!" It was a whine. Russia slammed into America, who cried out. Russia did not pause to let America adjust, and started thrusting in and out quickly. America's cries changed from one's of pain to ones of pleasure. America soon climaxed, Russia following soon after. Russia pulled out of him and they laid next to each other, Russia's arms around America. It was silent for a few moments, nothing breaking the almost tense silence, until Russia spoke.
"Will you become one with Russia?"
There was an unspoken understanding that this might lengthen their lives – at the least they would not die alone.
"Yes."
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Author's note: One the of few lemons I'll ever write....
Yeah, I've been in a weird mood lately.