(I hope that you treasure this chapter because I nearly threw up multiple times writing it. Sorry it's so late.)

Speick chapter 3

For once it's not Belarus

As England walked the cuddling German down the snow logged path he had the strangest feeling that he should turn back, leave Germany, and run for the nearest train station…

(At Russia's house)

"I'll be back big brother~. When I get past all your dogs, guards, barbed wire, electric fencing, motion activated sensors and your door handle, we can finally be together!"

When the echoing screams of 'marry me' had dissipated into the afternoon air, Russia cautiously peered out from the upturned couch that he had been cowering from his deranged sister behind since the late hours of the night before last.

He was tired, hungry and quite frankly, fed up. To make matters worse he wasn't entirely sure that the she devil in disguise had gone. Suddenly, the sound of the doorbell ringing met his ears. He screeched and burrowed himself under some cushions. But then he realised that his psychotic sister was not in the habit of politely asking to enter his house. Or in fact, his bed. He shuddered at the mere thought. The doorbell rang again.

So he extracted himself from the squishy mound and went downstairs to answer the door.

England was stood outside, Germany hanging off of shoulders and simultaneously trying to grope him. He prayed that Russia would hurry up and open the bloody door soon. It was like minus four degrees and he could practically feel his fingers falling off. What's more, the frustrated German was like a ticking time bomb; he wouldn't stay this docile forever. He blew into his freezing hands.

After what seemed like an eternity the mahogany entrance was opened by the smiling Russian.

"You have come to become one with me, da?"

"Nyet." said the annoyed Brit in a painfully British accent. "Actually old chap, I came to ask you for a favour."

Russia raised an eyebrow behind his silver mane.

"I want you to take care of Germany for me, just for a few days. I mean, you can handle him can't you?" England thought back to the morning.

He couldn't risk another disastrous slip up like that again.

"So will you do it or not?"

Russia smiled. "Da."

"Is that a yes you will, or yes you won't?"

"Da."

England swore under his breath. He hated Russians, especially this one.

"Just bloody take him!" The foul-mouthed Englishman bundled Germany into the other man's arms. He turned on his heel and left for the Vokzal*, muttering about 'getting to the bottom' of it all.

Russia watched him leave and then glanced down at the normally stoic German. Everything about him screamed 'I'm a uke, fuck me.'

"Well then little puppy, we must go find you something good to eat, da?" With that, he shut the door to the arctic conditions (coldness only penguins and Russians could bare) and walked back into the living room, Germany following close behind him.

He hefted the sofa into its rightful place and straightened out the cushions from where he had held on to them (blubbing like a toddler scared of his wardrobe) during the siege on his vital regions.

Russia placed the abnormally light German onto the couch next to them, where he snuggled down into them, looking cold but contented.

"Now Germany Puppy, I go and get food for you, ok? Stay shchenok."* He ordered when the person in question tried to come with him.

He went into the white marble kitchen and took out a bowl from the cupboard and a few rashers of smoked bacon from the fridge. He had always wondered why he needed a fridge; he always ended up throwing the food at his sister anyway.

He started to prepare the food, singing popular Russian songs as he did so.

In the middle of burning the meat and pirouetting he felt something warm on his thigh. He looked down to see his new pet staring up at him with unadulterated lust clouding his eyes.

Russia noticed fingers on the inside of his coat, which he even wore inside the house for some reason.

"Priviet* Puppy" He crooned quietly "you are hungry, da?" Germany nuzzled his upper leg, burying his nose into the firm muscle.

Russia reached down and picked up the German, cuddling him close and made him wrap his legs around his waist.

"You are too cute." He smiled creepily and carried Germany back into the living room. With gentleness not expected he laid his charge on the sofa, leaning over him, stroking his hair, the fine blonde strands feeling like silk.

Germany leant into the touch, moaning softly in appreciation. He bit his bottom lip and looking into cold lilac, bent his head back onto the floral material, baring his neck for his new master to mark him.

And mark him he did. Russia smiled again and began to suck on Germany's lily white skin, leaving scarlet blemishes wherever he could. He then did the same on the other side, making the love bites symmetrical.

Germany threaded his slender fingers through his Russians beautiful hair.

Russia tugged off the leather jacket that Germany was still wearing from the day before. The leather created a powerful friction that caused a painful wince from the German. The amazing pleasure that came from the burn almost made him pass out.

He slid a hand in between their bodies and down to his combat pants and rubbed himself through the rough fabric. Russia ceased soothing a harsh bite lovingly with his tongue and slapped the interfering appendage away.

Thinking of a better idea, he brought both of Germany's hands up, above his head onto the previously neat cushions. He unzipped his fly quickly and grinned.

"We are going to have such fun you and I…"All of a sudden all the kindness and love from earlier had disappeared and been replaced by a cruel intention toward the German.

"Da?" Russia pulled at his prisoner's trousers with one hand, still keeping a tight grip on both of Germany's with the other. There was an unfriendly gleam in his soulless eyes.

Germany was too far gone in his own lust that he was blissfully oblivious to the pain and abuse that would undoubtedly follow.

!

Suddenly the piercing sound of an alarm filled the air and ripped Russia's attention away from his goal. The smell of smoke was also present as the loud noise reverberated throughout the house.

Russia zipped up his trousers and leapt to his feet to dart into the kitchen to deal with whatever had caused the alarm to disturb him.

The doorway had a thick plume of smoke exiting it. Germany looked on with frightened eyes. Somehow it wasn't the noisy interruption that had scared him.

Meanwhile at England's house…

"What!" cried France "You gave 'im to Russia!" The tone of his normally smooth voice had taken on a girlish squeal. "'Ow despicable of you Briton!"

He widened his eyes and gasped dramatically as he scooted further forward on the sky blue couch.

"What if something 'appens to 'im!"

England put down his (eighth) cup of sweetened tea and brushed the mysteriously appearing rose petals from his lap angrily.

"It's none of your business what I did with Germany, you frog."

France smirked. "Hon hon hon, and what did you do with petite Allemagne? Or now zat I think about it, what did Allemagne do with you?" he said wiggling his eyebrows.

"NOTHING YOU BLOODY WANKER NOW SHUT UP AND EAT A SCONE!" France waited for a moment. England went into his point with a little more depth.

"I simply couldn't deal with that much German, so stop laughing frog, before I shove one of your precious roses up your French…" His potty mouth stopped as Sealand skipped into the room.

"Nose. Now if you will excuse me I would like to get back to my tea."

With that he picked up the sugar contaminated beverage and went back to fuming in silence and ignoring his southern neighbour.

France pouted and flicked his sexy hair with one of his perfectly manicured hands.

'Well if 'e won't do anything about zis crime against amour, zen I will!'

He flounced frenchly out of the room and set off to Russia's house to save the younger nation from a terrible fate.

(Back to Russia's house)

Russia had long since taken the burning meat off the stove and cleared the kitchen of smoke before his whole house was caught on fire. He was eager to get back to Germany. He stood in the doorway, silently watching, as the other male began to doze on the warm cushions. The carnal desire to harm his defenceless foe bubbled its way from deep inside, into his head and overwhelmed him.

Just as the platinum blonde relaxed he pounced. Germany bolted. Russia chased. Their game of cat and mouse went from the living room, to the kitchen, into the dining room and finally out into the hallway.

Germany backed up against the hard grain wood and tried to open it. Russia chuckled as the blonde male realised that the door was in fact locked and bolted. He inwardly thanked his sister.

Without her, he would never have gotten the deadlock seal that activated as soon as he entered the house.

There was no escape for the weakened German. The sly leer on Russia's face told him that he knew it too. Amethyst searched lilac for any signs of the gentle passion from before. Alas there was none.

Defeated, he let himself be slung over a broad shoulder and his eastern and western borders bound.

As the Russian dumped him on the bed he tried his hardest to get away. Animal instinct had told him, even before his weakness that this man was not to be trusted.

The cold metal of the handcuffs bit into his wrists. A lone tear fell down his face.

Russia on the other hand was overjoyed. His leer had been switched with a nasty grin that had escalated into a full blown laugh. He was going to have fun with the smaller nation. He reached out to grasp Germany's legs and pull him towards his master…

However, the joy was short lived.

(A/N: I'm evil, I know. Next chapter will be up within the next two weeks!")

*Vokzal means railway station in Russian.

* Russian for puppy.

*Priviet is Russian for 'Hi.'