A/N: Yes, another RoChu oneshot, sue me.
My Prisoner
China looked around the room he was locked in. It was clean, plain, and nearly empty; there was a bed and a chair, and that was all. He sat down on the chair to think; it wasn't the worst place he could be, many people would have shut him in an old, dirty cell. And as for his captor himself, Russia was, well...he was somewhat psychotic, but even though the stubborn man wouldn't admit it, he had started to fall for his Slavic neighbor some time ago.
The door swung open "Privet, my prisoner!"
"What do you want, aru?" China grumbled.
"I am just checking on you, da?" He stumbled into the room, obviously off balance.
"Aiya! You bastard, you're drunk!" China stood up, backing away from Russia.
"Nyet, of course I am not drunk~" But the increasing smell of vodka as Russia advanced on him told China otherwise. Suddenly there was something hard against China's back—the wall. He let out an involuntary squeak; he was trapped and Russia was much too close for comfort now.
"So cute China!" Russia smiled. China gasped when a large hand pinned him to the wall, followed by Russia's lips on his. At first China tried to push the larger man away, but resisting quickly became difficult. Eventually he gave in; the kiss was intoxicating, and it was not just the vodka on Russia's lips.