Date: 22/01/1986
France kept reminding himself of the task the French counterintelligence organization had given to him; find any information to do with the KGB's activities in influencing public opinion in his country on Russia.
It seemed that lately the newspapers and every other form of media was promoting communism and the Soviet Union in a positive light, while America was portrayed as the distrustful villain. Since his people were being influenced, he too had some positive opinion on the Soviet Union's communistic values one moment, only to correct his true outlook in front of the French politicians and other nations. He even fantasized about being the submissive subordinate in a sexual role-play between the imaginary, dominant Russia and himself.
He felt a little hot under the collar just thinking about the confrontation with the large nation as he followed the quivering Lithuania down the corridor. France could tell from his demeanor that Russia's cruelty had struck many a nation and others who happened to face his wrath. Lithuania didn't dare turn to the Frenchman even as they reached the office both of them would have christened the lion's den. The green uniformed nation tapped the door twice and waited for a few seconds before he heard Russia's voice summoning them both in. France didn't see Lithuania's face beyond his shoulder length brown hair. Nor could he see Russia.
"Mr France has come to speak with you," Lithuania did his best not to stammer.
"Bring him in and leave us alone," The Russian's voice spoke ever so sweetly, giving his subordinate the cue to dash out of the room after letting France in. Natural light coming from the window seemed to be the only thing enabling the Frenchman to see the intimidating nation in his grey uniform, gazing out of the window at the wintry city. France took a few steps closer to him on the red carpet when Russia spoke. "So what brings you to my office? It must be important if you've traveled all this way just to see me."
The Frenchman stopped at the direct question. He couldn't simply give the mission he was given away to Russia of all people. He had to word it in a way that would bypass his hawkeyed wall. "You seem to be making a name for yourself in my country. A lot of people in my country seem to be interested in communistic values."
"Have they now?" Russia let out a brief smile before turning to France. "I hear you and Britain are planning to make Napoleon's dream of connecting your countries together come true."
"Oui," France nodded. "This time I think the Chunnel might become a reality. It will be a struggle but I believe it's possible with the ingenuity and the determination of the engineers on both sides of the Chunnel."
"I do wonder though; is it really what you and Britain want?" Russia fired quickly. "Everyone knows your history together has been, lets say, like a married couple. You fight all the time in front of everyone else and yet, you two are willing to support each other if one of you needs help from a third party. Although, that's been more recent than in the past but everyone has noticed you two are making the effort to reconcile each other."
France gulped a little. He and Britain have been trying to repair a relationship that's been broken from the moment they set eyes on each other. First it was the Entente Cordiale, then it was supporting each other in the World Wars and now both governments have announced proposals for the Channel Tunnel finally coming to life. It was as if people were forcing them to sleep in a king size bed together after so many years of being allowed to sleep in their own single beds. The Frenchman didn't hate Britain as much as he did in the past but there were still unresolved tensions. "It's not like we're in love or anything. It's strictly business only."
"I see," The Russian gazed at the white scene once more. France knew Britain didn't always trust the tall nation and forming the Triple Entente was strictly for warfare. When Russia wasn't in their presence, the Englishman would make comments to France about him having ulterior motives. Plus given the choice, Britain would rather choose America as an ally than anyone else, even though the American was nothing but an annoying thorn on everyone's side, a bug that needed to be squashed. All kinds of fanciful bloody images rose into Russia's mind at the mention of that name, making his curl a smile. It was then that he asked France the next question. "Be honest with me France; how much do you trust me?" This left the Frenchman feeling flustered. He was supposed to get information on the Russian espionage activities in his country and yet, he had no control over this discussion. How was he supposed to respond? Answer the question or change the subject? Again, Russia took control. "I asked you a question and I expect you to answer it; how much do you trust me?"
It took France a few deep breaths before he could reply. "Why would you ask me that?" It was then Russia loomed over the other, staring down at him with intimidation.
"Surely you haven't forgotten the promise you made after the Battle of Leipzig? I wanted to talk to you after your defeat. Or was your insanity still there before you suppressed your memories?" France's sapphire eyes were wide. That was Russia's confirmation that France didn't wipe out all the memories of his madness.
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19/10/1813
"Kesesesese! Who's laughing now oh great one? You seriously thought you could take everyone on? What a loser!" Prussia crossed his arms and laughed, looking down at the defeated France with his mocking red eyes. He groaned as he lied on the damp ground and had enough energy to look up at the silver haired man with hatred. It didn't help that Britain with his smug grin and red uniform stepped next to Prussia, filled with the same confidence.
"That's what happens to people who get too big for their boots, frog!" He said venomously.
"Well?" Prussia nudged the side of France's cheek with his boot, leaving a muddy smudge there. "Don't you have any last words? Words inspired by your so called great leader?" France's fingers curled, desperately trying to push his heavy body to stand but to no avail. Both Prussia and Britain cackled maniacally. "You really are pathetic!" Prussia jeered.
"If you know what's best for you, you'd go home and stay there like a good nation! We wouldn't want anymore trouble from you from now on." Britain sneered before turning to the Prussian. "I think it's time we should take our leave and leave this frog to wallow in his misery."
"You two can go home. I want to have a word with France quickly," A new soft voice emerged from the maliciousness of Prussia and Britain. The Frenchman strained his neck to see the platinum blonde haired man in the dark grey uniform with golden shoulder tassels on both sides. Just the sheer size of him caused a shiver down France's spine. Maybe he was going to finish him off in the beating. Prussia and Britain stared at the Russian for a while before turning away.
"Whatever. Do what you want with him," Prussia waved a hand before he walked away with Britain following in tow. When Russian confirmed both presences were gone, he knelt on one knee in front of the beaten nation and made eye contact with his violet orbs.
"I want you to listen to me very carefully; your leader has upset a lot of people. He's going around thinking he can conquer everyone, not even thinking about the consequences. You on the other hand have had a mentally unstable mind for a long time. The French Revolution was the cause of the loss of your sanity and the Napoleonic wars have escalated it to something worse." Russia raised a child-like smile; which sent sickness to France's stomach.
"I don't know when Napoleon will finally give up but I will admit one thing: I am very impressed with the strength you've carried despite being in an unfit state to fight. You even defeated the mighty Prussia and invaded Moscow one time but in the end, it was the unification of our hatred towards Napoleon's egotistic personality; which has lead to your defeat. So I am willing to make a deal with you and once that deal's been made, you cannot go back on it." Russia leaned closer unnerving France a little. "One day I will make an alliance with you. If you agree, whenever I ask how much you trust me, you must answer with the utmost honesty whether you have faith in me or not." He pulled away so he could extend a gloved hand at the Frenchman. "So do we have a deal?"
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CRUNCH!
France snapped out of his trance like state and turned his gaze at Russia's hand in the other's burgundy jacket where the recording machine laid. It took seconds to piece together why that hand was in his pocket. The tall nation withdrew his hand away from France and gaze at him with little emotion. "Now you can answer me without other ears listening in." He said, unplugging the earphone from the other's ear and leaned into it to whisper. "I will repeat the question one last time and you will answer it whether you want to or not. Do you trust me?"
"I do!" France answered straight away, latching onto Russia's uniform in desperation. "I want to trust you so much but so many conflicting messages about who I should and should not trust plagues my mind every day! One side says you are good and just, while the other says the opposite! My dreams are the only things that make me sure on who I should side with!" Russia stared at the Frenchman. His expression didn't change as he took the other's hands off his uniform, placed them at their respective sides and turned towards a chair sitting in front of the wooden desk. He lifted the chair and placed it in the middle of the room before facing France.
"Sit down," He ordered. France obediently walked to the chair and lowered himself in it. His fingers curled around his knees as Russia circled behind him. "Close your eyes and tell me about these dreams you have." France's eyelids slid down and relaxed within a breath.
"In these dreams, I am the submissive subordinate while you are the powerful and dominant master sitting on a queen sized bed covered in red rose petals. Zee walls and floor surround us in red. You whisper so softly in my ear that I am to obey everything that you say because serving you and ensuring your happiness is my one and only purpose. You say I am most satisfied when I fulfill the needs of my mast-ah ah!" France shuddered at Russia's tongue licking the sensitive part of his neck.
"Keep going," The Russian murmured, pulling the other's head and brushing France's blonde hair to one side to get better access. The Frenchman sighed happily at the tingling sensations Russia was sending him.
"The first thing you ask me to do is to strip for you. You tell me to do it slowly because it builds up the suspense. With every item of clothing I take off, I feel excited about you ravishing me," France's voice grew breathless with every sentence he said as his arms fell to his sides and gripped onto the seat of the chair. He could feel Russia's hands massaging his chest. "Once I've shed everything, you tell me to climb on top of your bare body and then you tell me to insert myself inside you. I do just that and you order me to move." The Frenchman hummed with approval as Russia's hands glided down his torso and onto his waist. They began stroking his thighs. France gasped at the touch and opened his legs wider for his admission. "I thrust myself however you wanted. Faster and harder you say." France's frenziedly panted like his member throbbed, desperate to be caressed. "You scream my name and I scream out yours! Russia! Russia! Oh glorious Russia! I want you to touch me so much but I cannot rebel and ask such a request because I am the lowly servant and you are the master!" The feeling of Russia's hand vanished from his legs. France waited for the inevitable touch he had been begging for but instead he heard another one of Russia's instructions but it seemed too hazy to be in a dream.
"Open your eyes France."
The Frenchman did what he was told and stared at the beaming Russian in front of him with confusion. Did Russia want him to see him stroking his pleading arousal? That would be just as nice if not better. Then he could see just how happy he was making Russia and waiting was one of the exciting parts of reaching his sexual euphoria so he didn't mind. However, the platinum blonde haired male just chuckled. France was in so much confusion. Was he making fun out of him? Did he not feel the same way after all the years of comfort they gave to each other? Russia dropped to one knee and grinned.
"You have such a fanciful imagination. No wonder you're called the nation of love." He could see France's mind was breaking just by looking at his anxious eyes. He needed his loyalty for a while and so he placed a hand on the other's cheek and stroked his thumb on his skin.
"Don't worry about the tape recorder. We can fabricate something for your people to listen to and it'll be like I never broke it in the first place." A promise was one thing but Russia needed to seal it like an unbroken vow, so the best he could do was brush a strand of France's wavy hair behind his ear and plant a soft kiss on his forehead before gazing into his eyes lovingly.
"I will get you a taxi to a hotel and you can finish yourself off there. In the meantime, I'll let you borrow one of my coats to cover yourself up with until you get there."
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France found himself surrounded with the red walls and carpet once more but this time he was on a single bed. However, he never considered himself to be alone because he imagined Russia pumping him with perfect synchronized strokes. The movements were exactly how he predicted his invented partner would give. The shaking grew more vigorous. "Ivan! Oh mon dieu je t'aime Ivan!" He shouted. France loved him because he was the only other nation who could bear the same pain on the revolution levels. Both of them knew how it felt to be reviled by every other jealous nation who wanted to ruin their parades; Britain and America.
"When you have these sensations, you will only think of how much you love the Soviet Union and our superior beliefs, da?"
"Of course I love you!" France cried. He embraced the Soviet Union, the communist ideals and everything to do with Russia. Communism was spreading the message of equality and fairness across the land. America was forcing everyone to do as he says and he calls it a democracy. Democracy? It was more like a dictatorship and after the Second World War, there didn't need to be another one. Russia told him America couldn't be trusted. The American would fail to keep any promises he proclaims. If it were America who didn't fulfill France's sexual desires, he'd laugh at how pathetic he was and make him walk out with the embarrassing bulge in his trousers instead of apologizing. At least Russia apologized for not giving him what he craved with a simple kiss on the forehead, a fabricated audiotape and a coat to hide his throbbing member until he got to his hotel room.
France didn't know how long he masturbated to the Russian illusion but once his voice instructed him to unleash a climatic scream, he finally came.
