Russia's lips danced across my skin. My breath grew quicker as he manipulated me.
"You wouldn't react like this is you didn't like it," he whispered in my ear, his blizzard breath sending chills down my spine. He nibbled on my bottom lip and ran his fingers up and down my chest. I gasped as his other hand did something particularly wrong, and he smiled against my neck. Somehow, even his teeth were cold. Like they were made out of ice. Slowly, he bit into my flesh and drew blood. I restrained my shout for fear that it would send even more blood pouring from my throat, and it was already flowing very fast. He licked it up, and it tainted his lips and his saliva as he kissed my chest and my lips. I wanted to spit out the metallic red, but I couldn't. He trailed a finger from the wound down my chest, leaving a trail of blood. He continued it, occasionally going back for more blood, all the way down to just above my crotch. The his eager tongue followed it all the way down. His saliva, as the rest of him, was cold, and made me shiver, a movement he took to mean something entirely different, and focussed more attention on his work below.
Suddenly he reached up and pulled at my hair, causing me to tighten the grip my own hand had on him, the hand that was doing what he always forced me to do. Abruptly, he tired of touching ad playing with and groping me. He moved both hands up to my shoulders and went back to licking and sucking at the wound on my throat. I felt myself getting slightly light-headed as I lost more and more blood, but he didn't stop until he wanted to. Then he roughly wadded part of the sheets against the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
"I wouldn't want my little Lithuania to die, now," he chuckled, and I wished he would let me. Then he slapped me hard across the face. "Come on, Lithuania, I know you can work faster than that!" he growled, so I sped up my hand fearfully. I felt his teeth graze dangerously against my skin, so I went even faster, for my neck was still bleeding red all over the white sheets.
He bit anyway, though this time not deeps enough to draw blood. Then his fingers raked down my ribcage and did draw blood, and I cried out in pain. More blood spilled from my throat, and then everything went black for a second.
The next thing I knew, Russia was staring intently at me from a chair beside the bed, and there was a crude, uncomfortable bandage around my throat. It panicked me to think that I was in Russia's bed without him on top of or beside me. Something must be wrong. He smiled at me innocently.
"The doctor said I should let you rest until your neck it healed," he said gently, "but I know you can't get enough so I'm going to let you handle me. We never did finish before. No proper sex, though... I;ll have to find that elsewhere..." A new wave of sympathy for my fellow Baltics and whoever else Russia had managed to find crashed over me. He stepped out of the dressing gown he was in and lay down next to me. Wearily, my hand reached for him and he smiled happily at me.