You sighed as you looked out the window of Russia's house, it was raining cats and dogs and the wind was awful. You were over at Russia's house because he had invited you over to celebrate his findings of an even better Russian vodka than he had had before. At the time you had laughed and told him you go, thinking to yourself how adorable he could be, when he was not trying to kill people with his pipe that is. The weather had not said anything about rain, but it looked like they were wrong. Very. Very. Wrong. You buttoned up your coat and shrugged slightly. Oh well. You went into the other room where Russia was and smiled warmly at him.

"Well I need to get going now, I will see you soon though alright?"

You turned and started walking to the door, but Russia was much quicker than you with his longer legs and he stood in front of the door.

"I'm sorry _, but I am not letting you go out in this weather. You could get sick da?"

"But I can't stay here!"

"Why not little one? Are you afraid of me too?"

You sighed softly at the face Russia was giving you, like he was about to cry.

"No Ivan, I am not afraid of you. But my boss will be mad and yell at me if I do not get home. And I do not want to be a burden to you."

The last part was a lie, the reason you did not want to stay with him was because you had a huge crush on him, and being alone with him in his home all night could lead to you saying that to him, and so far, he had showed no signs of feeling the same way.

Russia smiled childishly at you and pulled you into a tight hug, unknowingly crushing you and making it hard for you to breathe.

"I am so glad you are not afraid of me _! You will be no burden, you can stay as long as you want! And if your boss upsets you, Mr. Pipe can go have a little chat with him da?"

"No, I am not afraid of you…And um…As much as I appreciate it, please don't hurt my boss. And not that that I do not love your hugs, but Ivan…You..You're crushing me…"

You were gasping slightly between words and Ivan quickly let go of you, the problem was he had lifted you off the floor when he hugged you, so now you had fallen on the floor gasping for breath.

Russia knelt beside you and patted your back, at first you flinched away, afraid he did not know his own strength, but he was being very gentle, and it warmed your heart at how worried he looked.

"I am okay now Russia, you are just strong. Be more careful, da?"

Russia laughed and nodded, pulling you into his lap and hugging you more gently.

"Da."

You felt your cheeks flush a bright red as you looked at Russia, a smile on your face, but inside, you were freaking out. I'm sitting in my crush's lap! What do I do?

Russia looked at your flushed face and his brow furrowed slightly as he felt your forehead, worried you were ill.

"Are you okay little one? You look feverish."

"I..I'm fine…"

Just as you said that the lights went out and a loud clap of thunder made you scream and you held tightly onto Ivan, burying your face in his jacket.

Ivan blushed and he timidly started to rub your back in small circles, murmuring to you in Russian.

"Shh…It is alright _, it is just a storm, I am here, I will not let anything hurt you da?"

You nodded and sniffled slightly as you continued to cling to him, not fully realizing what you were doing for a moment before you pulled back, cheeks blazing.

"I'm sorry for acting like this…I'll try to-"

Russia cut you off by placing a finger to your lips and even if you could not see it you could tell he had a childish grin on his face.

"Do not worry, everyone has things they are afraid of da, so do not worry, it is alright for you to be afraid. Just know I am here for you."

You nodded and smiled at him softly.

"So you are afraid of something too?"

"Da."

"What could you be afraid of Ivan? You are strong, and brave, and nothing would dare harm you, you are too big and adorable."

Russia chuckled slightly and much to your surprise leaned down to rub noses with you.

"Da. All of that is true. But I am still afraid of one thing. I am afraid of losing you _, that was why I could not let you leave in this storm, bad things could happen to you, and I do not want anything to ever hurt you."

You did not know what to say, you felt tears fall from your eyes, and then you felt large hot tears fall down on your cheeks. Russia was crying.

Russia pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your hair, as he cried silently.

"Please don't ever leave me _...YA lyublyu tebya…"

You wrapped your arms around Ivan and nuzzled your head into his chest, feeling warm and safe in his arms, even though the thunder still clapped loudly outside, you could not hear it.

"I won't leave you Ivan… I love you too."

You had waited so long to say that to him, it felt wonderful to finally be able to say it, and to know he felt the same way.

Russia finally pulled back from you and placed his hand under your chin, tilting your face up towards him before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

The moment you felt his lips against yours you melted into the kiss and closed your eyes before shyly wrapping your arms around Ivan's neck.

The kiss was not forceful, but it was not gentle either, it was timid, yet filled with longing, and then something deeper than the others. Love. The kiss ended and yours and Ivan's foreheads rested against each other as you both caught your breath. Russia smiled and kissed you once again as soon as your breath become normal again, this time with more longing and passion and soon he ran his tongue across your lower lip asking for entrance. You parted your lips slightly as your blush deepened, Ivan did not need to be told twice as he explored your mouth, wrestling with your tongue for a moment before he won dominance.

You moaned slightly into Russia's mouth as he moved his hands down to your lower back, softly running his fingers along the bare skin where your shirt and jacket had rode up, revealing your soft smooth skin.

Russia smiled and traced patterns on your skin with his fingers, never breaking the kiss.

"Become one with Russia da?"

You nodded and smiled at him though the kiss, not parting your lips from his.

"Da."

Just as it had been with your kiss, Russia needed no further consent. He rose to his feet lifting you with him and carrying you bridal-style without ever breaking contact with your lips as he started walking to his room.

Sparks fly in the dark…