Russia sells Alaska.
This is America/Russia. If you do not like slash you will not like this.
This is only an intro, the full story can be found on AO3 under the same name.
I do not own any of the characters unless otherwise specified. This story is not for monetary gain.
Enjoy!
~o-1867-o~
America grumbled lowly to himself when his boss left the room. The American wasn't particularly happy that he had to be here. With the civil war still fresh in his mind, America was stressed, and the scars from the conflict still sensitive. Many of his citizens also didn't agree with the purchase and insulted the deal. Alas, the transaction went through and his people purchased the land.
He glanced around the fairly dark room. An oil lamp on the end table offered some light, though the dark corners were shrouded in shadow. It wasn't a fancy bedchamber. The nation could smell mould from the soggy conditions outside. The room was windowless for a few reasons. The land up north was cold and windows created drafts that were better left avoided. During the long summer months twenty-four hour daylight was also largely inconvenient for sleeping. The blond impatiently tapped his finger on his arm as he shifted from foot to foot, bored now of surveying the bedchamber. He wasn't left alone long; Russia, the large, silver-haired, burly nation entered soon after. He smiled at America with that creepy childish grin.
"Готовы начать?" America furrowed his brow.
"I don't speak Russian." He grumbled. "English, please."
"Ready to begin?"
"Mm…" The younger male nodded. He wasn't but didn't dare say so. He didn't want to look weak in front of the larger nation! America was a hero, not a coward.
"You have done this before da?"
"Of course!" America exclaimed loudly, unnecessarily. Russia chuckled as he made his way to the bed. He was so much older; it was a bit intimidating to the smaller male. Not that it mattered; America was going to be the one acquiring land. The larger nation sat down and the bed creaked as he did because of his size. America huffed and crossed the room. Russia started removing the scarf from his neck. The Yankee blushed at the implication.
"We cannot do this clothed." Russia pointed out. America scrunched his face up and started cautiously stripping. The American had stopped paying attention to Russia as he removed his clothes, which apparently was a mistake. His wrists were snatched and brought towards a strong chest.
"H-hey!" America jerked back. Russia laughed in amusement.
"You are sure you sleep with man before?"
"Y-yes…"
"Nation, America. Human do not count." America grunted. "So you have not?"
"My boss has never made me before." America offered. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the full truth either. America hadn't slept with a male nation, or human male; he wasn't about to admit that. He didn't need the older nation condescending him. Russia chuckled.
~o-o-o~
AN: The rest of the content was removed as it does not comply with site rules. To read the rest of this story, please go to my AO3 account of the same name.
HM
