(Quick Author's note: Everything in parenthesis is typed.)

Ivan checked his watch and was startled by low late it was, abandoning his work he took the stairs two at a time. Hurrying to the obsolete device as if his life depended on it, he ignored the strange looks from the Baltics.

Lights flashed and fans whirred as Russia coaxed the machine to life.

It had started out innocently enough, Estonia had taught Ivan how to use a computer and the shiny world of the internet was wide open.

With great amazement, Ivan soon discovered one of his ex-territories had a blog!

He happily clicked the link and instantly the screen was filled with the colors and images of a certain white-haired German.

Here you could read about he felt about his day and see photos of Gilbert playing at the park or other daily things. And for a modest subscription fee, you could see so much more.

The attractive German in leather and lace and any toys you could ask for was only a click away. The Russian had to have the Platinum membership and it allowed him special one-on-one privilages.

Ivan had logged in as fast as could and bit his lip, wishing he wasn't too late. Gilbert hated it when clients were late.

A cheery icon popped up on the screen. "Hello John." the German purred into the webcam's microphone and batted his long eyelashes seductively.

'John' was a common enough name and Ivan used it to avoid the ugly truth. What would Gilbert think if he knew who his number-one fan really was?

Russia felt his stomach tighten when he saw what the smaller man was wearing; a Red Army uniform loosely draped over his shoulders, red panties, and white stockings trimmed with lace. 'John' didn't ask him dress up, so why Soviet clothing?

The Russian blushed at the thought of Gilbert having a secret Russian fetish and typed (It's nice to see you again Gilbert. You look lovely as always. I'm very sorry that I was late.)

Prussia laughed, a warm, bubbly sound. "If you're sorry..." he teased, pointing to the monitor. "…kiss the screen."

Ivan smirked and leaned forward, touching his lips to the screen. He like playing along to the German's game and pulled away in shock when Gilbert kissed the same spot.

The blonde touched his lips, his head reeling from the indirect kiss.

(Why did you do that?)

"It's a thank you for not being a creep, did you like it?" The German crossed his legs on the soft bed, making himself more comfortable.

It was true that he didn't more respectful than some of the other clients, but he never expected to be thanked for it.

(I liked it.)

Gilbert was teasing him and he knew it "You like me, don't you? What do you like about me?"

(You don't humiliate yourself and you don't let people push you around.)

It was true that many of his fans were blushing teenage girls pretending to be legal, but there were the occasional perverted man screaming 'whore!' and demanding him to do disgusting things.

Gilbert would ban them from the site and 'John' would destroy them online if Ivan couldn't reach them in the real world.

(You don't seem to be doing this for the money, why then?)

"I love how all I have to do is undo a few buttons and people go nuts for me. I like the attention, I'm ignored most of the time."

(I wouldn't ignore you.)

Ivan would shower him with as much attention and affection as he wanted. The Russian yearned for a second chance to make things right between them, this time he would be nicer, he would never hurt Gilbert again if he just came home.

The German squinted into the camera, the uniform top sliding to the floor "Hmm…You seem like a nice guy, but who are you really?" Russia suppressed a gasp at the sight of a pale muscular chest. Sure, he had seen many photos of Prussia naked but there was something about the German that tugged at his heartstrings.

(I am nobody.)

He had panicked and typed too quickly. Ivan slapped himself for being so stupid and Gilbert laughed at him.

"You have to be someone…" Prussia pouted and grinned, the KGB logo on his chocker twinkled in electric light. "…In fact, you're someone I'd like to go out with sometime. I really mean that."

Russia balked, suddenly this wasn't a game anymore. Did he really like 'John'? He didn't like that Gilbert wanted his online-self as opposed to the genuine but that could be fixed, right? If he liked one then, the other surely had a chance…

Ivan decided to be careful and feign innocence.

(Do you say that to all the boys?)

'John' walked right into his trap and their teasing game came to a screeching halt "You still love me, don't you Ivan?"

"Oh my God!" His eyes widened in horror at his name. Russia ripped the cord out of the wall with alarming speed and the screen went black. Sitting in the dark with his hands covering his mouth, the Russian tried to steady his heartbeat.

All alone he could admit the truth to himself but never out loud.