HEY! This is Chapter two! ( Dos, Zwei, Nee Whatever language you speak) I would like to think the reviewers and my friends who help me with this. There are two other stories being made but will take awhile to upload so please be patient.

Warnings: RusAme, UkUs, past FrUk, Franada, Implied Shota, racial remarks, cursing and all that jazz.

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Chapter Two: Povyshenie moyeĭ koloniich Please France

England awoke to the smell of coffee and the loud slamming of his cupboard, this assured him America was awake and must be well enough to get up and fix coffee and be horribly loud at whatever he did. The groggy brit moved from his covers and threw his legs over the side of his bed, his feet lightly touching the cool wooden floor. He moved to his closet pulled out his attire for the day, which ended up to be a gray suit with a red tie and a red sweater vest over a white button down shirt. No matter what the reason England had to look his finest, even if was just Alfred.

He took a few minutes to marvel at himself about his 'gentleman' look and ways or excuses to explain what had happened last night, praying America did not remember or the spell worked. His deep thinking was interrupted by the laugh of two others and neither belonged to America. 'Who the hell would be visiting me this damn early in the morning' he grumbled, turning to his bed room door. Arthur took a slow few seconds to open his door but wasted no time in getting down the stair well and into the kitchen.

There to his surprise, and discuss, was Francis Bonnefoy; the perverted personification of the Nation of France. Sitting next to Francis was that one nation Arthur always seemed to forget about, all he knew was that he was close to Alfred and that he always was around the American. Francis and the other two nations were sitting down at Arthur's small round table sipping the coffee that Arthur assumed Alfred made as soon as he awoke.

"Good morning' England, good to see you are finally up, eh" the mystery boy said, feeling guilty, England's mind ran rapid trying to remember the boy's name.

"Angelterre! It its good you finally decided to awaken and bless us with your presents!" Francis mock bowed to Arthur, who was resisting the erg to strangle the Frenchman. "Mind telling me why you are here? I do not recall requesting a visit Frog" England hissed at the Frenchman, who only gave a quick chuckle.

"Mattieu and I were going to get you for the meeting in Moscow, and when we saw Alfred answer your door we found it to be rude if we did not share a morning drink with him" France patted Matthew on the shoulders, in the sudden touch, Matthew blushed and hastily turned to America.

"H-hey Al can y-you poor me some more coffee?" Canada asked his younger brother, who stood up and snatched Canada's cup up quickly.

"hahahaa! Sure thing bro!" America grinned as he went on about his 'heroic' coffee and how England's house smelled like old people, he did this while pouring the coffee in the random tea cup he had pulled from England's cupboard. Shaking off America's comment he looked at how much off a difference that Matthew and Alfred held, which was their eyes, hair, and height. Matthew had purple- blue eyes, circle-shaped glasses, honey-wheat blond hair that was the same shade as Alfred's, fair skin tone and a rebellious curl that suck out among the rest. He noted that he was a good five inches taller then America, in fact America did look a tad shorter then yesterday.

After cutting himself out of the daze , and noticed Matthew and Francis were watching him, he turned to the Frenchman. "Why would you be here for the meeting Frog? We still have about a week until it starts, and I would like to spend as little time as possible in Russia" England asked to the invader, praying to turn away questions of his pass daze.

"Honhonhonhon~ I thought it would be good to…uh… as you say 'car pool'?" France smirked as he stood up and walked next to England; trying to wrap his arm around England's waist, when he felt his touch he instantly moved away from the perverted nation.

"No way in hell would I fly with you all the way to Bloody fucking Moscow!" England yelled as he went to punch France. Before his fist could make contact with his enemy something caught his arm to prevent the blow. In a quiet voice, but loud enough for them to hear… "Big Brother please don't hurt Mr. France" it was soft and high pitch, like a young child. The room became dead quiet and frozen, England looked to see the usual loud American holding his arm, his eye's focused on England with a set purpose of no harm.

England felt his mouth go dry and his tongue retreat to the back of his mouth, but he needed to speak. After a pause that seemed to take forever England felt himself gaining control. "W-what … what did you call me…?" England stuttered as his eyes narrowed its focus on America and only his America. America just flashed his 'awesome' smile and began to laugh, not showing any trace of a high-pitch child in his voice.

It had been so long since America called him big brother, since before the revolution, and in truthfulness England missed it. The cute child would rush into the living room where England would be enjoying his afternoon tea and beg for his attention. England was a pervert and he knew it, all though he denied it to others, he loved hearing America beg for him for something simple as a sip of his tea or a piece of candy. He missed seeing America's eyes water when he was denied something and he was mope for awhile but then go back to trying to sugar England up.

As America grew up he never lost his innocents, which shocked England cause he would feel up the young colony and America never seemed to notice it as an assault. But being forever forgiving and innocent he never noticed the excuses England used were all lies. Lies used to get America to bathe with him or sleep warmly in the large bed England owned. Telling Ghost stories were one of England's favorite things he used to get America at his feet begging to let him sleep with him, and this lasted for many years.

England was lost in his memories about the young Alfred he use to have, but those are memories and they are the past. A louder voice from his once angel came through and dragged him from the bliss of the past.

"I said 'Don't Hit France', Are you becoming deaf old man?" America chuckled as he backed away in awkwardness. "Well if we are going to Moscow I better get my shit together!" America gave another laugh and jolted up the stairs to escape the looks from his friends in the kitchen. After hearing America go down the upstairs hallway and go into his room England's face dropped at the sound of a closing door.

"Arth-" Canada went to speak but the sound of England's mumbles froze his jaw, Francis himself had a look of a puzzled man. "France, I know for a fact of what my ears heard, but please enlighten me if you heard what Alfred said" England asked, France looked hesitant at his neighbor.

"He called you Big Brother…." Canada answered for his lover, England nodded as he began to move his trembling legs to the cupboard. He pulled out a cup and pulled a tea bag from the next cabinet; he started to make his favorite relaxing drink, it was to early to pull out whiskey and he had to be a gentleman for the rest of today but later on he can drown America's voice out.

"After my tea I will pack for Moscow…." he said coldly, how much worse could this day get. First he was worried America died in his sleep, then France shows up and then America calls him Big Brother! Now he had to go to Moscow with the damn Frog and the North American Brothers.

"France… what would you do if I refuse to accompany you to Moscow? I am sure you had some plan, no doubt it would be stupid but I am slightly curious on what your Back up plan would be" England asked as he brought the freshly brewed tea to his lips. France smiled at England "I would have tied you up and thrown you in the baggage section for the whole trip" France joked, England became enraged but just sipped at his warm drink. Silence claimed the next few minutes that it took to finish his tea, go upstairs, and start packing.

America slid past England and down the stairs, England heard him but didn't say a thing out of some hidden fear. England heard America joking with his Canadian brother and France's remarks about how slow some humans where in airports and how his new jet would make the ride to Moscow shorter and relaxing for the three nations joining him. America asked him why did he only invite England and Canada , not complaining France was allowing him to hitch a ride, and not his friends like Prussia, Spain or one of the closer European nations. His reply had to do with Canada's stay with him and about how the two where expressing their feeling of love (in bed) and how it would be nice for him to see the British man. Not much was spoke about the trip after that, but Canada and America did continue to chat with little comments from France after certain remarks.

Once England had double checked his items, with the mental notebook going down the list of items he could not go without, he was ready to go. Pulling his bag down the stairs and to the front door he ignored eye contact with America as much as possible. "Come now Chaps! Off we go, no reason to waste my time now is it?" England yelled, Canada, America and France made their way out side and awaited England to finish locking up his beloved home. The group made their way to the runway after America chased down a cap and pushed all of them into the tight back seat.

They had to stop on the way because America began to complain about his stomach hurting from the lack of food. At first they were just going to ignore him but England could not refuse those kicked puppy dog eyes America so easily used. They stopped at a small café, much to Alfred's displeasure, but he ended up still ordering way to much for a normal person. But to his friend's surprise he did not even make a dent in the amount he ordered, so he ended up bring it with him hoping he would end up finishing it on the plane. It was quite weird to the three- America could never NOT finish his food.

Even though he did not uphold his hunger stereotype he sure did seem to be talking their ears off. They did not know if it was a blessing or a concern when he stopped talking, this set England's paranoia levels beyond normal. England began to worry about the spell that he cast on his beloved Alfred, maybe not eating so much and talking so much would help or maybe this was a side effect.

England just wanted to get to Russia, get this blasted meeting done, go home, and think dirty thought about America between his legs and putting that nice tongue to good use- England instantly felt his pants become tight… 'Oh bloody hell….'

This was going to be a very …very…very painful trip.


Kat: I was going to end it here, but I decided to be nice. :D Onwards!


Hours later the plane landed in the Moscow air port and the four tiered nations made their way out and to the address that was on the memo given to them by the Russian man. England was hoping the hotels where ready for the, but while they were on the plane France had called Russia and informed them of their soon-to-come arrival, and sadly their reserved rooms had not been planed to be occupied for another few days. So Russia had offered to let them stay at his home that rested quietly outside of Moscow. France did not give the other three time to protest and told Russia they would be staying with him during the wait, this honestly did not bother America because Russia and himself are at talking terms and he felt oddly more friendly then normal. Canada never seemed to complain about things but he did send France a questionable look on the easy agreement to stay with him. It was the stubborn England that gave France grief about it afterwards, but he just told England to stop complaining so much.

England's true reasons never met the ears of his fellow nations, and it was a rather good thing too. England told France that he did not feel comfortable sleeping around the large nations that still seems to be threaten to look at. But England's true reasons rest with his ex-colony that France knew he lusted after. France knew how well of an eagles' eye England kept on his beloved America and he knew how much England secretly hated America's friendliness with the rest of the world. That was HIS younger brother and no one else could touch him but him.

But England would never try to stand up to Russia faced to face if Russia liked America anyways right? In most nations cases yes, but for England he would. Russia was the largest of all the others that lived this world, he was the scariest and had a sick since of humor. No nation dared to cross Russia, except America which he proved that largely during the Cold War he fought with him. Russia could easily scare all other nations with his aura that screamed death into the ears of military lacking nations, but if that did not scare you then his trusty water pipe would never fail the hand that weld it.

Russia sat in his office with his desk empty of work but his mind filled with happiness. He had just gotten off the phone with France and he had come to find out that four nations would be arriving early to the host nation of this conference. He loved it when people visited him , it meant he was not lonely for awhile and that he did not have to rely on the company of his psycho younger sister Belarus. He was not completely fond of France or Canada, they both seemed easily beaten, and England always seemed to get in his way of wooing the one he loved. Yes, the large terrifying nation of Russia was in love.

Finally when he heard France say America was also coming along his heart leapt with joy, it almost fell out of his chest. Do you get it now my friends? Yes. Ivan Braginsky, the strong Nation of Russia, was in love with America. Something told Ivan that his time had come to finally claim what he knew would be his. No one could possibly get in his way of his goal, no one would stand up to him and in cases like this he loved it. But Russia had always been fishy of England and Japan and he was not going to loose to anyone, especially two islands. But Japan did have a certain fear for Russia that easily could wipe him out of any ordeal against him.

Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia where at his large home this week for slave work, the three Baltic nations were in constant fear of Russia and worked to pay off debts and prevent themselves from Russia's beastly brutal methods of punishment. They would play a great role in any plans Russia would make for his coming visitors. He knew America and Lithuania had a friendship because of the time Lithuania spent with the American when he lived with him. He could use them to bend Alfred to his will, but then again he was not calling America to him, in fact France was basically handing him over. Delivery and all.

Like a lamb wondering into a wolf filled forest, America was wondering into Russia and Russia would claim the boy for his own. His own to Love and to cherish, not letting anyone take him away from his hold and no one would dare try to tempt his Sunflower.

'Sunflower….'

Russia smirked happily, yes that sounded very nice to him. Alfred would be his Sunflower in his cold colorless world. Russia began to plan his attack to win him; eventually finding his way into a darker part of his mind that caused Russia to think of things that he would do to Alfred behind closed doors. He wanted to be gentle to America as well though, hold him softly in his arms as he slept, feeling his warmth against him as it snowed and the only thing that would exist would him and his love.

He wanted to protect Alfred and nothing would stand in his way of what he wanted.


Chapter two is done! Woooooooot!

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