The conference had been held within a huge hotel. Each of the G8 members had their own rooms upstairs. Canada's room was right beside America's on the fourth floor. Russia's room was on the eighth.
Hauling Russia from the meeting room and through the hotel lobby was a bit troublesome. The hotel staff and everyone else who saw the North American brothers hefting an unconscious nation between them were all very concerned. They were asked more than once what had happened, and if Russia was ok.
"He's fine!" America called out, laughing nervously. "You know how Russia is.. vodka.. lotsa vodka! We're just gonna take him back to his room so he can sleep it off."
The onlookers all nodded with understanding. Canada and America hauled Russia past them all and into a waiting elevator. The numbered buttons lit up as they started to rise.
Canada made a strained sounding groan, shifting Russia's weight around on his shoulders, pushing him more onto Alfred.
"Hey! No way, Mattie!" Alfred shoved Russia back towards his brother. "YOU'RE the one who wanted to floor this big bastard so no trading him off on me."
"But he's so heavy.." Matthew pouted, pulling on Russia's arm over his shoulder, baring his fair share of the weight again.
Alfred nodded his agreement. "Yeah.. what the hell does he eat, anyway? I bet that's why he wears such a bulky coat all the time.. to hide his fat ass."
"I don't think he's fat."
"How do you know? He never takes his coat off."
"I saw him one time with it undone. We were all in India and it was really hot. He was walking by himself in a park with it open. He didn't look fat."
"How long you been spyin on Russia, Mattie?" Alfred smirked at Matthew who blushed. Before he could answer tho, the elevator went 'ding' and they were on the eighth floor.
The brothers dragged Russia through the doors and down the hall towards his room. They set him down to lean against the wall and fished around in his pockets for his room keycard. Canada unlocked the door and held it open as America took Russia's arms and dragged the huge man inside.
"Careful with him!" Matthew said, shutting the door quickly and hurrying to take the Russian's arms away from America. "Don't drag him like that.. he'll wake up with a hurt neck."
"Whatever." Alfred rolled his eyes, and went to grab Russia's legs instead. Together they pulled him to the bed and after a '1, 2, 3' they hefted him up onto the covers.
They situated him so he was laying on his back, his head resting against the pillows. With that done, America collapsed into a nearby armchair, exhausted.
Matthew was tired too, but he was much too interested in the unconscious Russia to want to take a time out to rest. With a huge smile he climbed onto the bed to inspect his prize closely.
Fingers brushed softly through Russia's hair. The silvery mop was thick and messy after the bumpy, awkward trip to the hotel room. Matthew smoothed it back into place. He trailed his fingers down his cheeks, ghosting over his lips, and travelling lower down his neck beneath the ever-present scarf.
Carefully he began to unwrap the scarf, then pulled it free and set it aside. He stared at what he had revealed.
Russia's neck bore terrible scars. Faded tho they were, they spoke of a time when the man had been injured horribly. Surely if he were not a nation he would not have survived whatever had happened to him.
Matthew swallowed and moved on to the fastenings of the jacket. There were two clasps at the top, a number of buttons and a zipper that he pulled down and opened. He pushed the coat open and sat back to admire.
"See? I told you he wasn't fat."
Russia was pure muscle.
Matthew shivered as desire flooded through him. He quickly set to work on pulling the huge nation free of the clothing on his upper body. He made sure to hang the jacket up in the closet instead of tossing it to the floor, then struggled to pull Russia's shirt off.
One the man was bare-chested, his hands shook as they went to unbuckle his belt.
"Ooooh no. You wait till I'm gone to do the rest of it." Alfred pushed himself up from the armchair and stepped over to the bed. He dug into the pocket of his bomber jacket and pulled out a long piece of rope. He grabbed for Russia's arms and made to start tying him up.
"W-what are you doing?" Matthew asked, quickly pushing America away and undoing the knot he'd started.
"Taking precautions. Lemme strap him down, Mattie.. better safe than sorry."
"No, you don't need to!" Matthew frowned, grabbing the rope from his brother and tossing it to the night stand beside the bed. "He's out cold. He's not going to wake up. It's perfectly safe."
America frowned back at his brother. Their eyes met and clashed, violet against icy blue. But as always.. Canada got his way. Alfred sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Fine. But promise me you'll be quick about this, ok? Don't stick around for seconds. Just.. do your thing and get out."
Matthew pushed himself off the bed and went to hug his brother. He placed a happy kiss on his cheek.
"I'll be ok, Al. No worries. Now go find England and have some crazy 'I'm sorry' sex."
Canada walked America to the door. Alfred gazed back at the unconscious Russian laying on the bed, then at his brother. Worry and doubt clouded his eyes.
"Text me or call me as soon as you're done, Matthew. Got it? I want to hear that you're safe."
Matthew laughed and opened the door, waving Alfred off.
"Alright, I will. But you'll forget all about me as soon as you're down the hall."
Alfred shook his head.. and left the room. Matthew shut and locked the door with the bolt. He put the chain lock into place as well, for good measure. Then.. he turned and headed back to the bed.
He sat on the side and gazed down at Russia's face. He admired every detail, noting that the man's eyelashes were as silver as his hair. He leaned down and kissed the tip of the big nose he'd come to love.
"I wish I was brave enough to talk to you while you're awake.." he said softly, "You're so beautiful tho.. you'd probably laugh if you ever knew how much I like you."
Matthew sighed and placed another soft kiss, this time on the Russian's lips. He sat back and gazed at Russia, admiring the huge man sadly. Then he frowned at himself and gave his head a shake. This was no time to feel sorry for himself! He had Russia all to himself, just like he wanted, and he wasn't going to waste another minute!
He hurried to pull Russia's boots from his feet. Socks followed and were tossed aside.
His hands went to unbuckle the Russian's belt. He undid the tie to the pants and pulled the zipper free. Pants and underwear were pulled and tugged down and pushed away.. and then Russia was completely naked on the bed.
Matthew's eyes were wide as he took in the sight.
There were many more scars, some minor, some huge.. like the one on his chest where his heart beat beneath his ribs. His skin was pale, having hardly seen the sun. His shoulders were impossibly broad, his torso packed with muscle. He was thick - one might call him robust - he was nowhere near fat but you could never call Russia's body slender.
Matthew was almost drooling as he stared. And when his eyes moved lower.. to what rested at the end of a silver treasure trail that began at Russia's naval.. his heart felt as tho it had stopped beating.
"Woah."