Prussia's POV

This was fantastic. I felt his cold lips against mine and I closed my eyes, forever savoring the moment. Truthfully, it wasn't that romantic, seeing as how he was fighting against the kiss and giving me a glare that made me want to go drown myself.

I held Russia closer, letting my hands curiously explore his body. He koled me darkly as my hands got closer to his vital regions.

The communist country tried to roll off the bed, but I gripped him tighter, pulling him yet closer. He was bound and still a bit weak from my blow to his head, so this gave me an advantage.

I'll admit, I was generally surprised that the bigger country couldn't get me off of him, because even with my advantage, he was still stronger than me by a lot.

My hands ran through his blond-silver hair, and a shiver ran up my spine. I pulled out of the kiss for a second to breathe.

"Gilbert-" His voice boomed with fury. I didn't let him finish as I pulled him close and continued the kiss with more passion and vigor than before.

I slid my hand into his pants, running my fingers up his thigh, inching closer and closer. Then, I was pulled off the bed and into the air.

Russia's POV

I'd gotten out of my bounds and picked up the sorry excuse for an ex-country by his shirt. His hands tried to pry my digits from the shirt, but I held a strong grip.

My violet eyes flashed as I looked into Prussia's red eyes. Then, I simply threw him into the hallway with disgust. He hit a wall and fell to the ground with a groan.

I walked out into the corridor and back into the room I had woken up in.

My eyes were drawn to the chair that held my shirt, coat, and scarf. I strolled over and put my shirt on, grabbed my coat, and put my scarf on.

I pushed the front door open and walked down the stairs. A Marussia waited in the driveway and I smiled. Prussia may be insane, but he has good taste, I thought wryly.

My hands automatically began to jump-start the sports car until I heard the engine purr. I shut the hood and got to the driver's side, somehow managing to fit myself into the sleek car.

As the Marussia pulled smoothly out of the driveway, I heard a yell of frustration erupt from the beach house. I opened her up and took off down the road, knowing that I had better start to gain some miles.

I'd been driving for twenty minutes when I saw a figure walking in the middle of the road. I slammed the brakes, stopping the car in barely in time.

"Russia! What're you still doing here? I thought your plane left yesterday!" Italy spoke both happily and quickly. "...I'm so happy you're still here! Come over to my place, it's just around the block and I'll make us some pasta.." He stopped and looked me in the eye. "Hey, what's wrong, Ivan? You look more serious than usual,"

"It's..." I was about to tell Feliciano my cunning lie of why I was still in Italy, when I heard the roar of an engine. I looked in the review mirror and saw an SUV round the corner. "Get in."

"What's...?"

I didn't let the country finish. I grabbed his shirt, opened the passenger door and threw him in. The door shut as my foot came down on the gas.

"I'M SORRY! LET ME GO! I DON'T WANT TO GET KIDNAPPED! I HAVE MY PASTA AT HOME AND I JUST WANT TO GO AND EAT ITTTTTTTT!" The red-headed nation screamed. I simply rolled my eyes, tuning out his rants.

Okay, Ivan. Prussia know where he is, and he's angry. But I'm irritated, and my only was to know which way to go is... I looked over at Italy, who was crying and sighed. "Italy, first, buckle your seat belt, two, I'm not kidnapping you, I'm saving you from a very angry Gilbert, and three, where is the closest bridge to the inland?"

Italy sniffed. "You're not going to hurt me?" I nodded. "Okay, well the next bridge is actually a mile away from here," He told me, going from mental breakdown to pathetically nice, as he buckled his seat belt.

I hit the gas as hard as I could, bring upon a burst of speed. I looked out the window until I saw the exit to the bridge. I shifted onto the bridge, which was close to empty. I looked in the review mirror and didn't see the SUV. Then, a force hit us from the right and Italy's door flew off.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Italy screamed as we kept spinning and spinning. Finally, we stopped. We were both panting and I turned to the other country. "You okay?" He nodded, too winded to reply.

Then, we were hit from my side, which set Italy flying out of the vehicle and off the bridge. "RUSSIA!" He screamed and reached to me. I jumped out of the car and over the side. I brought my hands and feet in close, moving faster towards Feliciano. I reached him and grabbed his hand, pulling him into an embrace. Italy gave me a grateful look, and then we hit the cold, fast-flowing water