To answer someone's review, yeah, this is RusAme, but if I feel the sudden urge to I'll write some GerIta or SuFin, or whatever else strikes my fancy. :) I inteded this to be where I put random things that don't really finish off, but a few actual lemons here and there can't hurt anyone, oui?

So now I'll write a oneshot that actually gets somewhere because at least one person asked for it, I think! ^L^ So...this was inspired by what happened at lunch yesterday, when two of my friends and I got candy canes (we had no idea why the lunch room was suddenly supplying hyperactive children like us with sugar, but whatever!) and we were...being perverted...and laughing...and...this is kinda like that...this was seriously how we ate them...

Before we start, some learnings for the gracious audience! (I feel so intelligent now that I know this!)

Shchi is a common Russian soup, although it's less well-known outside of Russia than borscht for some reason, and it's made of cabbage. Its only required ingredients are cabbage and something sour, but you can add meat, carrots or parsley roots, or spicy herbs, and rarely fish or mushrooms.

Stavlenniy myod is a honey-based beverage that resembles Medovukha, which I think is the oldest alcohol in Russia, but stavlenniy myod's a bit stronger. It's typically made with berry juices too, and it's an equivalent to Scandinavian mead.

If America's mumbling is too un-understandable (is that a word? no, it's not.), I'm sorry. And I'm shivering right now why is that? I'm wearing a sweater! Br...saving energy means making my house an icebox...and I can't write properly like this...

This episode was brought to you by the letter M (yay!) and Wikipedia's page on Russian cuisine. And now I'm hungry because Russian food looks good, dammit! *headdesk*

This A/N is too long...maybe next chapter I'll just shut up...

02

Russia sat down and pulled out a thermos of shchi from his bag. Lunch was usually uneventful, unlike their meetings, and the room was full of the quiet murmurings of conversations around him. Instead of his usual bottle of vodka, he took a sip from a flask of stavlenniy myod and watched the room with solemn purple eyes.

America walked over and sat next to him. "How nice of you to join me, America." They watched each other for a moment. "You look lonely, Ivan," America observed. Russia shrugged. "It's not that bad."

He sighed. "That's the kind of self-denial that gets people in mental institutions." He rummaged around in his bag and pulled out a candy cane. "I have tons of candy canes, now, since it's after Christmas and no one wants them anymore." Carefully peeling off the thin plastic wrapper, he snapped the crooked part off and stuck it in his mouth, awkwardly sucking on it.

Russia wrapped his hands around the thermos and watched him. His tongue swirled around it, rubbing off the red striped that twined around it in a spiral pattern, leaving bright white patches of white in its wake. "Y' wan' one? I've go' tonsh." America tried to mumble around the candy in his mouth and twirled the rest of it between his hands. Russia shook his head and returned to his soup hurriedly, stirring the bits of carrot and cabbage around and trying to focus on the bits of spices and herbs floating in the warm liquid.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Alfred." To his dismay, America pulled the candy cane out of his mouth. Its bone-white surface glistened with saliva as he licked it again and set it on a napkin. "Okay, mom." Smiling a little, he repeated. "Do you want one, then?" He picked it up again and started to suck on it.

"Hm. Maybe..." He set down his food and leaned down to kiss him and pull the candy from his mouth. It didn't really taste minty at all anymore, but it was sort of sweet and sugary, and very sticky. America stuck his tongue out and stole it back. "If you wan'ed one, you coulda jusht ashked." With a loud cracking sound, he bit down in it and snapped it in half, crushing it into a sort of gummy mash of sugar.

He took another gulp of his alcohol and tried to think of anything else. Think about Belarus chasing you with her knife...no, that's way too scary! He shuddered a bit at the thought. America looked at him with concern. "Are you okay?" He nodded. "Thinking about Belarus." America nodded with a look of understanding. He looked down at the American sitting beside him and cursed himself mentally almost immediately. America had picked up the rest of the candy cane and was now sucking on it thoughtfully.

"P-please stop that, America..." He willed himself to stare at his hands twisting and gripping his coat. America only cocked his head to the side and smirked. "Really? Stop what?" He held the candy cane between two fingers and let the other grip his hand. "Hm...I don't think you want me to..."

He stood up suddenly and pulled America by his hand out the room, ignoring the pointed stares aimed at them as he slammed a door open, slid inside, and pulled the candy from his mouth, replacing it with his tongue.

"Hah...you really have to stop doing that..." He panted, violet eyes wide and adjusting to the gloom slowly. America only grinned more and snatched the candy back and licked it tantalizingly. "It's fun to tease you." He shifted closer and pressed himself against him, shaking with suppressed laughter. "You're too easy to provoke sometimes." He pushed his scarf back and pushed his coat off his shoulders. "Too easy to mess with," he breathed over his neck, watching him shiver with an amused expression.

"Just shut up." Russia tossed his jacket to the floor and shoved him to floor, kicking his boots off and kneeling over him, hands by his head. Undressing them both quickly, he pressed kisses down his neck and sighed as one of his hands came up to tangle in his hair and caress his neck. America reached down to grasp his erection gently. He moaned appreciatively.

"You...you know we do have a meeting, Russia...in maybe ten minutes or so...I don't really care if it hurts." He smiled at his not-so-subtle demand to hurry the fuck up now!

"...As you wish." He shuffled backwards and carefully thrust in, rocking back and forth gently. All semblances of coherent thought ceased and desisted. "A-Alfred..." America pushed himself up so he was in a sitting position against the wall and nodded, expression still looking pained as he shifted with him. "Go...faster, dammit! I can handle it!" Masochist. He thought briefly, before complying.

...time lapse...

America walked into the meeting room holding Russia's hand. Amazingly, they were early. They took their places at the table and waited for the rest of the world to show up.

France raised an eyebrow as walked in, but winked. "What are you going to say, that you were sitting here for the past fifteen minutes discussing world issues?"

Russia shrugged. "That works."

America smiled. "Anything works."

Well...there you go...a lemon...I cheated at the end...but, it's more lemony than the last one, right?

Here: let's make a deal, readers. This was meant to be a place to put dead-ended ideas I came up with, not full ones. Starting now, for every three times I cut something off, I'll finish one.

Oh, and suggestions are my lifeblood. Don't expect me to be that creative. Seriously, if you want something, ask.