France sighed and glared at Russia across the table, who in turn grinned darkly at France, causing him to shudder.
"You are scared of me, Da?" Ivan smile widened
Canada sighed watching as France coward and Russia more closer, "Uhmm.....R-russia, s-should you really be doing that?" he muttered quietly, totally unheard
Spain smiled and opened the door to the room, peering inside. He then went in as he saw all the people inside. "Hi you guys!" He then said happily, smiling widely.
France scampered behind Spain in attempt to hide himself,"HELP ME! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!" he cried. Russia smiled innocently then patted France on the head.
"What makes you think I'd harm you da" he said innocently
Spain smiled and laughed as France hid behind him. "Hi Russia, long time no see!" Spain said happily. He then turned his head and smiled at France. "Dont be afraid Francis, Russia wont hurt you!"
"BULL! HE IS VERY UNBEAUTIFUL PERSON!" France whimpered and bolted from the room. Russia smiled continues to grow at the other nations fear.
"Hayllo Spain, you have been well Da?" Russia turned his attention to the third nation
Canada sighed again, "Uhh, hello??" he tried, a bit louder
Spain smiled wider at Russia. "Alright I guess, my country has been kinda poor lately, but thats okay!" He replied happily and pulled a tomato out of his pocket.
Russia just smiled, "That is not good for you." he laughed slightly, "France and I were just having a pleasant conversation when you came in. I guess you startled him..."
France sat grumbling in a closet, hiding from the insane Russian man, who he knew would come looking for him after he was done with Spain....
Spain's eyes widened. "I startled him? Oh, thats not good..." Spain said frowning. "Ah, but he's easily scared" Spain then said chuckling.
Canada got angry at being ignored. He was always ignored. "HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU!" he yelled at the two slamming his fist onto the table next to him
Russia looked over at the new distraction, "What is it little one?" he almost growled, glaring at Canada
Spain glanced over and noticed a somewhat transparent Canada. "Oh, hello there, I dont think Ive met you yet, you must be one of the allies right?" He asked looking at Canada closer. "Oiy, you kinda look like America, are you two brothers?"
"I'M CANADA!" he growled and sat down, "....Russia you have well..." he sighed, pointing at the bloches of Frances blood that were on his coat. "That's not nice...." fading back off into his normal noticeably
Russia looked down and chuckled, "No, this is ketchup da" He smiled, knowing Canada had seen what he was just doing, but Spain hadn't. Besides who'd believe CANADA?
France snuck out of his hiding spot and made his way towards the exit, on the other side of the building
Spain looked at Russia's coat and smiled. "You like Ketchup? Thats made of tomatoes you know!" He said as he bit into his own tomato.
he then looked back at Canada. "Canada, eh? Cool, Im spain, nice to meet you!"
Russia couldn't hold back the smirk that crossed his face, before turning and walking from the room, "I'll be right back da!" he chimed and walked out to go fetch his toy
Spain smiled and nodded at Russia. "Alright Russia-chan!" He said then looked over at Canada.
Canada shifted nervously, no one paid attention for him for as long as Spain was, "S-so....why is your country having money issues..." he muttered
Spain's smile faltered slightly. "England is always tormenting me and Im always getting into war because of Romano..." Spain sighed shifting slightly. "But Im fine being poor, Ive been bothered alot less then when I was super rich and powerful" Spain then said his smile returning.
"Hello France..." an eerie smile crossed the Russians face as he grabbed around he frenchies wait, pulling him close, "Why did you run from me da?" he whispered into the cowering mans ear
Canada nodded slowly, still freaked by the continuing attention, "No one seems to notice me...." he sighed finally
"Thats because your almost transparent!" Spain said chuckling happily. "Your quiet too, Maybe if your louder people will see you" Spain then commented continuing to eat the tomato.
Canada pondered that thought for a moment, "But when I do people always mistake me for my brother!" he sighed, "And it rude to talk when your elders are isn't it do not speak unless spoken to?"
"Well you do look like your brother, maybe if you didn't people wouldn't do that!" Spain said then turned his head to the side in curiosity. "I dont know about that...If you have something to say, wait fir a pause in the conversation and say it!"
Canada sighed, playing softly with his curl "How am i suppose to not look like him, i had even put a (temporary) tatto on my face of my flag and he just stamped an american one on!" He sighed, wondering why he was opening up to this man, someone he didn't know
Spain chuckled, knowing how big of an ego america had. "yeah, I can see him doing that, I dont think theres much you can do about that" Spain said shaking his head. "Hmmm...well I dunno many ways of you looking different. Maybe if you changed your hair? Or your glasses?" Spain said trying to think of something that would make them look different, which was quite hard.
Canada sighed, "Unlike my brother, I need my glasses to see...." he huffed then frowned at the thought of his hair, "My ha-ir? But! MY HAIR!" he whimpered, clinging to his hair. He wouldn't cut it it was what france had liked the most....
Spain smiled and chuckled. "Well i dunno then, all I can say is talk more and louder, or get someone who can stand up for you and help you speak your opinion" Spain said smiling wider. "i'll help if you want!"
Canada blushed bright red, "I-uhhhh!" he stammered. This was not only the longest convorsation he'd had, but now he was being offered help to make him seem less like his brother, it was embarassing!
Spain smiled and laughed as Canada blushed. "Dont be embarrased, I'd help anyone like this!" Spain said happily, ruffling canada's hair.
Canada swatted at the mans hand "DUNT TOUCH THE HAIR!" he whimpered as his long curl was tugged.
Spain pulled his hand away, still smiling. "Alright ,your just like my Lovi y'know" He said giggling and finishing the tomato. He then looked to the door, remembering that Russia had left. "Hmmm...I wonder what Russia is doing..."
France whimpered as Russia pulled up his pants before making sure he himself was neatly presented, "Now my pet, we must get back to spain, da?" France whimpered again and nodded, following Russia from the bathroom...
Canada blinked, "Romano? How so?" he asked, fixing his hair
France followed Russia back to the room and sat down and sighed softly. Russia smiled at him darkly before returning to his childlike look towards Spain and Canada, wondering why the boy hadn't run.....
Spain smiled and nodded. "both of you dont like your hair played with, especially when your curls are touched" Spain replied thinking back to how Romano and Italy react. "Though Romano blushes like a tomato when i pull his..." Spain smiled wider as he looked over and saw Russia and France. "There you guys are!" He said raising an eyebrow as he saw the expression on France's face.
"I...." he muttered thinking of the feeling then giggled like mad, "HE'S A HORNEY BASTARD!" he laughed so hard he fell from his chair, "Can't even keep himself from flushing at a pull! HAHAHAHAHA!"
France shook his head and smiled weakly, "I am fine, just...tired..." he lied.
Russia smiled at France 'what a good boy he is...' he thought. Both men turned toward the nation laughing hysterically on the floor before them
"Weird...." they both said
Spain stared at Canada in confusion, not knowing what he was laughing about. "Horny Bastard, well i dont know about that...though he is an italian... but what does that have to do with the curl...?"
Canada stopped instantly "Y-you don't KNOW?" he muttered harshly
Spain stared at Canada blankly. "No...Lovi never tells me, I just know he blushes and says 'Chigi~!' when I pull it..."
Canada then blushed, brightly, "N-never mind then!!!" he muttered, wishing all three other guys would stop staring at him so intensely.
Russia moved closer to Canada, "You tell us about the curls now, da?" he demanded more then asked. France snickered in agreeance
Spain stared at Canada still confused. "But what does pulling the curl do?" He asked really wanting to know. He then smiled as he got an idea. "what if I pull yours, what does that feel like?" He asked moving his hand for Canada's long curl.
Canada flinched back, scampering into the only place he could, the corner. He cursed the fact that France was blocking the only exit and that as Spain got closer, Russia blocked the running possibility.
France chuckled as he leaned against the door, "Why are you so scared?" he said half mockingly at the youngest nation, "Does it hurt you?"
Russia smiled at Frances comment "Ohhh~ Does it hurt you??" he urged, smiling darkly
Spain continued forward, oblivious to Canada's fear. He grabbed the curl and pulled it gently but firmly.
Canada's eyes widened, then he got an idea, leaning orward with the curl, proud he though of a way to keep it from getting yanked. he smirked softly to himself, but kept his mouth shut
Spain tipped his head to the side in confusion, not understanding why Canada wasn't reacting. "You dont react anything like lovi does...maybe it's an italian thing..." He said moving away from Canada.
Canada sighed in relief, accidentally letting a smirk of victory loose on his face. He had beaten the curl pull! GO HIM!
Russia eyed the young nation carefully then moved quickly behind him, holding his head still "Spain, try to pull his curl again, da?" he smiled
Spain nodded and smiled, moving forward again and pulling the curl.
Canada struggled and tried to again lean forward with the pull, but wasn't able to as Russia held his head still. He whimpered softly as his face flushed and his back arched slightly, "Neh! Non mercy mercy!!" he begged "P-please stop!!" he whimpered, a poorly suppressed moan slipping through his lips
Russia's smiled widened as he felt the boy arch in his arms, squirming slightly. France smirked at hearing his language used...
"¡Ah, Im arrepentido! (Ah, Im sorry!)" Spain apologized blushing deeper as he watched Canada's further reaction.
Russia's eye's flickered with excitement "Pull it again, harder this time da!" he said to the embarrassed Spain
Spain stared at Russia, unsure if he should obey him. "Ah, but Russia, look what it does, Im sure Canada doesn't want me to do that..." He replied backing away
"I see what it does," he giggled darkly, "I'm sure he enjoys it...that is if he can find release after...." e hinted, glancing towards France who in turned,LEFT. 'have to punish him for that later...'Russia thought
"Alright then..." Spain then said sighing and ,oving forward and grabbing the curl. He pulled it harder this time, like Russia had instructed, not not too hard as to make it really hurt.
Canada's eyes widened more so then before as did the arch in hid back. "Uhnnnn!" he groans, unable to keep it back. He's face felt hot as the lump grew bigger, "Ughhnn..." he moaned again. He hated what the curl could do so much....though he was glad his brother had never figured it out......
Spain let go of the curl and backed away, not liking the fact that he was going such a thing to someone who (probably) didn't want it, and who wasn't Romano. "Ehh...No more Russia, you've seen what it does..." Spain said blushing deeply.
Canada panted heavily, leaning back against Russia, "Hell...." he muttered, red faced, squirming slightly. He was alot happier when Russia let go of his head, but froze as he started to rub his other.....
Russia smirked and let go of his head "He's enjoying it..." he muttered and slid a hand down. "You want to make him fee better da?" Russia asked challengingly. "The once great country of passion should have no problem da?"
Spain flinched at Russia's comment and looked away. "Dont say once like Im still not..." He muttered unsure of what to do. He does seem to be enjoying it but...What would my Lovi say?! Spain thought to himself looking back at Canada and Russia. "Uhh...Usted sigue, im que guarda mi pasión para alguien que desea lo . Spain then muttered backing away towards where France had escaped.
"No...."Canada whimpered"don't leave me alone with hi-ahh!!" he let another slip through as Russia squeezed
Spain stopped in his tracks as Canada whimpered. He knew he couldn't leave him, but he had no idea how he was going to get Russia away from Canada. "Oiy Russia, Canada-san doesn't want it, you should stop!" Spain said hoping Russia wouldn't resist too much.
"No?" Russia smirked, "It certainly FEELS like he wants it...." he said referencing the large bulge in his pants
"Everyone would want that, but not in this type of situation!" Spain replied moving closer. "I cant stand here and let you do that, when Canada is begging me to get you away!"
Canada was quiet for a while before muttering, "That's not what i said...." he looked up with soft eyes, "I said don't leave me alone with him...."
Spain stared down at Canada then scuttled back away from them. "Bien entonces ... te dejo a continuación, los dos solos …" He then squeaked sitting himself in a corner. I wish Lovi was here…
Canada held back a whimper at the protesting Spain. This was so weird to him, over an hour of attention was not normal. He moaned softly as Russia's hand slid down his pants "gah!!"
"You are liking this, da?" Russia whispered into the young nations ear before biting the shell of it.
France sighed after a bit and went back to see if canada and Spain were ok. Peeking in he saw Spain in the corner, clearly upset, Canada in Russia's lap moaning softly as Russia's hand moved faster in his pants.
Spain looked over as he heard the door open, releived that he wouldn't have to be alone with Russia and Canada. "Ah, Francis! Ahí está, Im no solo aquí!" Spain said quietly moving over to the door.
"Ah Spain! Mon amour de tomate! How have you been?" France cooed, hugging Spain close.
Russia smirked "Ah France! good to see your back!" he chuckled and set the passed out Canadain aside, walking over to the two with a sadistic look on his smiling face
"Uh, I dont know Francis..." Spain replied whimpering slightly. He then looked up as Russia came their way, wondering what the look on his face was for.
France also looked over and shuddered "Uhhh, I-Ivan~ Mon Amour! Y-you don't REALLY want to do this,uhh....da?" France tried brown nosing, but sadly, Russia continued to move towards them, grin getting darker
"We get more private place da?"
Spain looked in confusion from Russia to France, unable to read the situation. "Huh...? Why would we need a private place?"
Russia snickered as France sighed. He grabbed both shorted countries and carried them out of the room under his arms, "Become one with Russia da?" he said in the most perverted way he could. France mutter something about he was already made to under his breathe
"Become one with Russia? Uh, no thanks Russia-san" He said smiling, completely unaware of the situation. " ...where are you taking us?"
Russia smiled, not answering the nation in his arms. France sighed, "Not THAT kind of becoming one Spain..." France huffed
"Then what kind?" He asked looking over at France curiously. Become one with Russia...?
Russia snickered softly, "No ruining the surprise da?" He looked down darkly at France, who whimpered and nodded, giving Spain an apologetic look as they turned around a corner towards the hotel rooms....
Spain looked from Russia to France again, still confused. "Alright..."
Russia opened his hotel room door and tossed the two younger nations onto the large bed then locked the door, "We have fun tonight, da?" he said, his face getting darker.
Spain's eyes widened as he was thrown onto the bed, and Russia locked the door. As dense as he was, he was clueing in to what was happening. He looked fearfully over at France and then to Russia, as he bit his lip. Now how am I going to get out of this?! He inwardly fretted looking at the locked door and a window that was probably 10 floors from the ground. "Carajo! " He hissed to himself clenching his fists.
France sighed heavily, "Spain if you resist it hurts more..." he muttered to the bewildered nation next to him. Russia walked over and sat on the bed smirking darkly, "Who wants to be first, da" he looked at Spain, demanding rather then asking
Spain scrambled away from Russia as he sat down on the bed and he looked around the room again wildly. There has to be somewhere to go?! He thought and stared at a vent across the room. His heart sunk as he realized he would never be able to get there without Russia getting him. "No, yo me puse quiero hacer esto... se puso por favor la marca mí... " He murmured as he backed up so far his back hit the wall.
Russian sighed and moved closer, trapping him against the wall and kissing him deeply. France looked away, somewhat angrily, but it was unnoticed by Russia "Become one with Russia, Da?" he cooed into Spains ear, smirking still
Spain blushed as Russia's warm breathe hit his ear, causing shivers to run down his spine. "Ah~ no Russia..." He murmered trying to back up further, but of course the wall wouldn't budge.
Russia snickered softly then licked the shell of his ear before biting down softly. He reached over blindly and pulled france against him, still pinning Spain. France sighed, "Spain.....just...stop resisting ...he likes it.....It makes him want it more..."
Spain gasped and tried moving his head away, but to no avail. "B-but..." He murmered closing his eyes tightly. Theres no getting out of this...maybe I should just go along with it... He then thought to himself and sighed. He wants to see what the country of passion can do, then I'll show him...!
Usted sigue, im que guarda mi pasión para alguien que desea lo ...(You go ahead, Im saving my passion for someone who wants it...)
Bien entonces ... te dejo a continuación, los dos solos ... (Alright...I'll leave you two alone then...)
Ahí está, Im no solo aquí! (There you are, im not alone here!)
! Mon amour de tomate!(My tomato love)
Carajo! (fuck)
No, yo me puse quiero hacer esto... se puso por favor la marca mí... (No, I dont want to do this... please dont make me...)"