A/N: Yep, so due to the massive success of Skies Over London, to which I am still sending out "thank you" messages to all the people who faved it. I still don't understand why you people like it so much. Anyways, I was bored again in study hall today, and I forgot to put my Biology notebook back in my backpack after I put up Chapter 5 on Thursday, so I didn't have Skies Over London or the one about Romano getting sick. In a desperate moment of...well...desperation, I got out my French notebook! And surprisingly, I didn't write a Franada story. Instead, I wrote a Rochu one (with a billion USUK references). Heh, go figure, da?

PS: Title means "You love me, yes?" in Russian and this chapter means "You agree, yes?". I dunno, I just felt like using Russian.

Oh, and I found it rather amusing to cut off people in the middle of talking in this story, so don't be surprised if—

Ty Lyubi Menya Da?

Vy soglasny, da?

"—And while all of you distract them, I'll come in from behind and knock them out...because I'm the hero!"

"You git. No one is going to do that ridiculous plan,"

"I second that, Angleterre,"

"So do I, aru,'

The Allies all glanced over a Russia, who was staring out the window at a butterfly that was sitting in the garden box outside. At first, no one spoke, out of fear, but after a minute, America finally stepped up to the plate.

"Russia, dude, whaddya think?"

Russia looked at him and shot him a clueless smile.

"Of what?"

"Of my awesome idea,"

"Oh...I like it,"

"Aw, yeah! See, guys? Russia's with me!"

"That's because he disagrees with us on everything, you bloody—"

"Well, either way, it is still the three of us against the two of you,"

"Is that a declaration of war? Because I will so kick your—"

"Actually, its the three of us against the two of you," Russia said with a smile, making the others look at him in confusion.

"No no, mon ami, Deux," France pointed to Russia and America, "against trois," He motioned to England, China and himself.

"Wrong," Russia said, suddenly grabbing China's arm roughly, "China sides with Russia, da?"

China shivered and looked at Russia, about to protest, when Russia got that weird look on his face.

"Da?" He repeated again as he tightened his grip on China's arm, making him wince from the pain of it.

"Y-Y-Yes, aru..." China squeaked. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to move as far away from the Russian as possible.

"You see?" Russia said, flashing them all an innocent smile as he released his death-grip on China's arm.

"So then it's just the two of you against the three of us, huh?" America smirked, completely ignoring the awkward feeling that had just flooded the conference room.

"Well I'm definitely not getting stuck teaming up with the frog. I'd rather be on your side,"

"I bet you would," America grinned, making England's face turn red.

"I-I didn't mean it like that, you bloody git!"

"Sacrebleur, then I suppose I am outnumbered, no?"

"Then it's settled! We'll do my awesome plan and totally own the Axises!"

"Axises? You git..."

"You just wish you had awesome ideas like me,"

"Sod off!"

"Ah, Angleterre's words of l'amour..."

"Sh-Shut up, frog!"

"Onhonhon. You can not hide your feelings from me, Angleterre. I invented l'amour,"

As the two of them took up bickering while America watched and laughed, China stepped backwards towards the door. What better time to make his escape? He opened the door as silently as he could and slowly crept out into the hall. As he closed the door, he let out a sigh of relief. He turned around to leave and collided with Russia's chest.

"Going somewhere, da?"

China went pale, a feeling of dread crashing down upon him,

"I-I—"

"Shh." Russia said, putting his finger over China's lips.

China squeaked as Russia's finger trailed down his chin and onto his neck, going under the collar of his shirt. He stood paralyzed with fear as the taller nation leaned down, drawing his face closer to China's to the point where he could feel Russia's breath.

"A-Aru..." was all China could manage to croak as he felt Russia's hand on his back, which slowly began to sink lower and lower.

"Become one, da?" Russia purred, making China shiver.

"N-No..." Russia mumbled, trying to pull himself away from Russia. Having taken him by surprise, he did managed to break free of his grip, but only managed to turn around before Russia hugged him from behind.

"You don't have a choice," Russia whispered, running his hand down the length of China's stomach.

"No, aru...!"

"Come be one with Russia,"

"I-I don't want to."

"But you must. Russia wants you..."

"No."

"Da,"

"No. I don't want—"

Russia tilted China's head towards his and kissed him passionately, one of his gloved hands clasping around the Asian's small hand.

China blushed furiously. It was one thing to harass him, it was another to grope him, but enough was enough! Putting his martial art skills to the limit, China pulled his hand free from Russia's and elbowed him in the rib as hard as he could. In the brief second that Russia stumbled back, stunned by China's sudden rebellion, China used that second to run for dear life back into the conference room. He slammed directly into France, nearly knocking the poor guy over.

"What the bloody hell?"

"R-R-Russia...h-he..." China stuttered, his face growing red as he found himself unable to tell them what had just happened in the hall.

"What is it, man?" America asked, putting his hand on China's shoulder, which caused him to flinch.

"N-Nothing..." China said quickly, looking away.

"Oi, we got kind of off track this meeting..."

"Oui oui. If it wasn't for someone, we might have actually gotten something done,"

"Are you blaming me for your incompetence, frog?"

China sank into his seat at the table, his elbow starting to hurt. What did that guy have under his jacket? A metal plate?