Hi everyone!

It's me, BlumeShullman, still yaoist, still French, still trying my best to please you, but still a bit stupid.

Here is the second chapter, I hope that you will like it. It was easier than the first chapter because they're talking a lot but I think the third chapter will be a disaster for my poor betareader Soggypotatoes who will have to fix it, aargh!

In this chapter, America is "stupid and lovely". Haaa I love him!

It was 2 o' clock. America was stroking Russia's chest, checking with a glance that he was not annoying him. But Russia didn't care, watching the ceiling as he was thinking. Everything seems so useless and ridiculous after love-making. Politics... He sighed. It was a big mess. It was the kind of thing that you had to fix but you didn't want to fix, because you know that it will come to a bad end and create a new form of chaos. But not for now. For now he was just a guy, practically a human, looking at the ceiling of a bedroom in a luxurious hotel. A guy who just had an orgasm. Things were not that bad.

America knew that something had happened. At least in his heart, if not in Russia's. His body was tired but his mind was fresh and ready to fight, now that he knew exactly what he wanted. It was very simple and very complicated in the same time: He wanted Russia. Well, maybe not "Russia", rather than "Ivan". Ivan Braginski. Ivan Braginski...

- Da?

- Yes?

- No, "yes" is what I just said. You called my name. And my surname.

- Did I? Well, I must be tired if I'm thinking aloud.

- So you were thinking of me.

- Maybe I was.

- That was not a question. What was I doing to you in your mind?

- Eh? N-nothing!

- Are you sure?

- Absolutely! Hahemmm... Are you thirsty? America said, escaping from the bed.

- I was but you ruined my appetite. Am I that creepy?

- I just don't like to be bottom.

- Do you think I like it?

- You did like it, admit it.

- Don't be too insolent, Америка.

- Whatever. I'm thirsty. I'll go to get me a bottle of Coca Cola. Do you want something?

- I suppose you don't have vodka?

- Yes I have vodka. Which brand do you like more?

- Stolichnaya.

- Haha! I was sure you wouldn't say "Smirnoff" because I acquired the rights of this vodka. Ok, so, Stolichnaya, and Coca Cola.

Shortly after, America came back with a bottle of Stolichnaya and a glass, holding his bottle of Coca Cola with his teeth. Ivan thought that his little American was sexy and irritating in the same time, naked in front of him with his careless attitude, as if he had absolutely no complex.

- How come you have true Russian vodka in your hotel room?

- When I travel I like to have my comfort.

- I reword my question: Since when do you like vodka?

- Do you remember that night, years ago, when we had a conference in your house?

- Da.

- Everybody was sleeping. I woke up because of a nightmare. At that time I used to have nightmares every night. It was awful. Anyway, I went to the kitchen and when I put the light on, argh! Sitting quietly, you were drinking in the dark, just like that.

- H'hihi!

- Your laugh is creepy!

- Yours is loud and always out of context. Go on. It seems funny.

- That was not funny at all! I almost died from fear! Well, so to speak because I am a nation. The land of the brave!

- You're digressing.

- Well, so you were there, busy with being creepy... and you offered me a drink.

- As I remember, you were quick to accept.

- I needed to clear up my mind!

- Everybody knows that alcohol makes people wise.

- So as I was saying you offered me a drink. We didn't talk much but we drank a lot. It was the first time that I tasted vodka.

- You didn't seem to like it though.

- Not really... I rapidly became drunk and I fainted. I woke up in my bed as you were covering me with the blanket. I was panicked but you left me alone.

- You thought that I was going to rape you?

- I don't know exactly what I was thinking about but yes, it wasn't nice. In my mind, even after the cold war, you were still my sworn enemy. The day after, when I realized how kind you had been with me, I felt stupid and what I thought of you changed.

- ...

- Drinking vodka always reminds me of you. I still don't like it but sometimes... well, often... that is the only thing that I need.

- It sounds like a metaphor.

- ...

- Come here.

America put his bottle on the bedside table and crawled on the bed to end up in Russia's arms. His heart was pounding in his chest as if he was in danger of his life, but Russia was stroking his back and shoulders so for now he felt good. But all of sudden, without warning, Russia pinched him on the neck.

- Ouch! why did you do that?

- This is for having thought that I would be able to rape somebody. Maybe I could kill but rape someone? Never.

- What? Am I supposed to feel relieved? When you're talking about killing people?

- Don't jump on conclusions please, don't be too... I was going to say "too American" but this would be difficult for you.

- Hmmm.

- Are you sulking?

- Just thinking.

- In that case...

Russia cupped and lifted his head and gave America a sweet kiss which puzzled him deeply.

- This...

He kissed him a second time.

- ...Is for thinking of me...

He kissed him one more time.

- ... And needing an alcohol you don't even like...

He kissed him again and held him tight.

- ..Just to carry a part of me with you.

America left his eyes to look at him and put his arms around his neck without saying anything. It was true that those past years, he had gotten used to thinking of him more and more often. And it wasn't unpleasant. The more he thought of it the more he saw how logical it was.

- It... was not a metaphor when I said it.

- You're using past tense, does that make sense?

- Heammmm... Hey! It's too complicated for me! What are we talking about?

- H'hihi! America, you're so young! Stupid and lovely, how could I resist?

- I'm not stupid at all! Just lovely!

- Oh really?

- Absolutely!

- You'll have to prove it to me...

- And how! You'll be impressed.

- Yes... but please calm down. You are the one who said it wasn't a war. Remember. I don't need to be impressed.

- Sorry... You're right. I'm stupid.

- You're not, I was teasing you. And you're very sensitive to cutting remarks.

America smiled and hid his head in Russia's neck. Even now, and maybe even more now, talking with Russia was terribly stressful to him. He never knew what to expect. But his fear has changed. Now his greatest fear was to be left alone. He wanted this to continue, even if he was scared, because...

- I like it.

- What are you referring to?

- Your arms. Having them around me. Hugs. You... Especially you.

Ivan tangled his fingers into Alfred's hair. He was beginning to understand that the guy had fallen deeply in love with him. He just couldn't get why. It was so much more than what he expected... He used to know America. He was discovering Alfred, a boy who was incredibly tender, who really cared, who wasn't as obstinate as he thought. This part of him deserved to be known. Alfred was giving him so much that Ivan wanted to give him a little love in return. He wanted to see his turquoise eyes again, when they were half-closed and when his mind seemed to fly away to Moscow. He wanted to love him, even if it was not meant to last. He was stroking his hair. He loved the way his golden-like locks were reflecting the light of the chandelier. It was three o'clock.

- Are you tired?

- No. Sex and Coca Cola keep me awake. Even with sleeping pills I'm sure I couldn't sleep.

- Good. What do you think of taking care of me since you have some free time?

- I'll be happy to accept your offer.

The two hands of Russia took his hips and left America above him, who immediately blushed so much that Ivan laughed:

- You sure are cute when you're red with embarrassment. But I thought you were more seme than that. Did you change your mind?

- Not at all. I can't help but be touched by such... I dunno. It makes me want to kiss you everywhere.

- Don't restrain yourself.

- Yay!

America pressed his hips against Russia's and sighed. It was good. He smiled. Ivan was smiling too. Alfred started to kiss Ivan. Everywhere. And what happened after was so gratifying that they fell asleep shortly after, naked and embraced, with a tender smile on their faces.

But of course, nights breed next mornings. And sometimes, those next mornings shouldn't exist.

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