Russia was livid, more livid than he had let Germany see. There were so many things he wished he has said. He wanted to cause Germany so much emotional pain, even though he knew it wouldn't help. He would usually laugh at such obvious naivety, but Germany's naivety was getting in the way. He wanted to see those green eyes red with tears; he wanted to hear Germany begging for mercy, just so he could deny it. His mind shifted from thoughts of Germany to thoughts of Prussia, his precious lover. He refused to believe that Germany could really pull Prussia away from him.
He opened the front door to his house, nearly breaking it off its hinges. He was in no mood to see anyone, least of all the girl who was sitting on his couch. Belarus had been waiting patiently for Russia to get home and as soon as she saw him she stood up. Russia snarled at her "What are you doing here?" She smiled slyly "I thought since your whore isn't available, you would need some company tonight". Russia's already rage soaked mind burned "You told his brother about us, didn't you?"
She smiled "Of course, brother, I couldn't have him coming back. Not when it's just you and me". Russia growled "How dare you? He's more than just a whore to me". She retorted just as angrily "You know that's not true! He's just another state, and now he's left you just like everyone else. You can't accept everyone who comes crawling back!" Russia didn't raise his voice, but the anger was obvious "Then he is just like you, a pathetic needy bitch". Belarus had Russia's same talent with anger, she didn't yell but her voice got colder "I did this for us. You don't need him when you have me". Russia turned and walked out of the house, he didn't want to deal with his little sister.
He could hear her yelling at his back "Where are you going?" He responded over his shoulder "I am going to go find my whore, don't try to stop me". He didn't expect that to stop her, and it didn't. Belarus ran to his side "What good is it, even if you can find him, you won't be able to do anything with him." Russia ignored her and she continued to talk "He isn't yours anymore, he chose to leave you".
The sun began to go down as Russia walked and Belarus followed, talking nonstop. Russia tuned her out, which wasn't hard for him. He listened to how dire her insistences were, and used that to guide himself. When he was heading in the right direction, her protests got louder. Using her unorthodox directions, he ended up right outside Austria's house. He walked around to the back with Belarus following him, silent now that she realized that there was nothing she could do.
Russia noticed the security cameras but didn't bother to try to avoid them. He noticed that they were all pointed inward at windows. He smiled, that meant Austria had something inside he wanted to watch. It didn't take Russia long to guess what that something was. This was certainly elaborate, but it wouldn't be hard to break in. The sun had long since gone down, the night pressed in around Russia.
He turned to Belarus, and spoke with fake caring "You're right sister, go back to the house and I will come to you". Her face lit up and she said quickly "Of course brother, I will eagerly wait for you". Within minutes she was gone. Russia laughed inwardly at his sister's stupidity, although he knew he would have to deal with her rage later.
He walked over to the side of the house and located the power box. He quickly cut the wires with a knife he kept in his pocket. All the lights in the house flickered off. Russia waited a moment before finding an unlocked window and sliding it open. He lifted himself into the hallway, from there he simply had to follow the direction the security cameras were pointed. He stopped periodically to listen for anyone in the house who might see him. He made it to the door which he was sure Gilbert was behind without hearing anything.
He pressed his ear to the door and that's when he heard it "Ivan". His heart leaped, he knew that voice and hearing it moan his name turned him on. Then he heard another voice, one he also recognized. The same one that had confronted him earlier today "Why? Why his name? What are you dreaming?" Russia could hear tears in Germany's voice, and that made him smile.
But Germany being in the room was a problem. Russia waited a moment and what he was hoping for happened. Germany said "I'm going to go; I will be back tomorrow Bruder". Russia hurriedly moved out of the way as Germany walked out of the room. He allowed Germany to get out of eyesight before going into the room.
Prussia was having very unpleasant dreams. He was standing in the middle of a field of sunflowers, pleasant warmth wrapped around him. He heard a rustle behind him and turned to see Russia standing behind him. For once Russia wasn't wearing his trademark scarf. It was far too warm for it anyway. He wordlessly extended his hand and Prussia understood what to do. He walked towards Russia and took the extended hand in his own. He kneeled and kissed the hand, swearing his loyalty to Russia.
Russia pulled him back up to his feet and said "No need for those formalities, дорогой". Prussia stared into Russia's mesmerizing eyes; he didn't even think to be defiant. Russia pulled him into a kiss. He let Russia take the lead and dominate the kiss. Their tongues danced together, skin against skin, teeth against teeth. Prussia lost sense of the world and didn't care at all. Ivan's hand held his lower back and the other hand stroked his hair. Prussia finally pulled back, gasping for air. This was perfect; this was exactly what he wanted. Then it all changed.
Off in the distance, a flame sprung up among the sunflowers. Russia let go of Prussia and turned to stare at the fire. The fire spread fast and soon most of the field was on fire. Prussia stared dumbfounded; he willed the fire to go out. He wanted go back to their perfect moment. Then another set of arms grabbed him from behind. The strong arms restrained him and started to pull him away.
Prussia tried to protest, he squirmed against his captor's firm grip. His brother spoke in his ear "Don't be so blind, you don't belong here. You don't belong with him". Prussia continued to struggle against his brother as he was dragged away from the burning field "No West, I need this! Let me go!" His brother held fast "Nein, I won't lose you again". Prussia struggled as he was pulled out of the field, endlessly swearing in German. No matter what he did, he couldn't break his brother's hold. He heard his brother's voice over and over again in his ear "It's for your own good".
Prussia woke up with a start in a cold sweat. He looked around out of habit, he half expected his brother to be asleep by his bedside. But on first glance the room was empty. He relaxed, but the calm was only momentary. He heard the sound behind him a split second before a hand came out of the darkness and clamped over his mouth. He panicked immediately and squirmed like his life depended on him. Another hand wrapped around his waist, effectively restraining him.
Then the voice purred in his ear "Stop struggling, I will let go of you if you promise not to make too much noise". Gilbert wouldn't have forgotten that voice in a million years, especially with it haunting his dreams constantly. He stopped struggling at once. He moaned Russia's name into his hand, it came out something like "MmmIvan". Russia pulled his hand away from Prussia's mouth. Prussia growled "You scared me. What the Hell are you even doing here?" Russia loosened his hold enough for Prussia to turn around and look at him.
Prussia was livid and elated at the same time. He had wanted to see Russia again for so long, but now he could feel his temper burning. He remembered what Austria had said about cameras and then it struck him "You can't be here. Austria will know, my brother will know, and-". Russia caught off Prussia's blathering with a soft kiss. Prussia let Russia kiss him, the kiss took his breathe away. Russia pulled back and said "They won't know. Because the cameras aren't working right now".
Prussia was determined to not let Russia cloud his mind, but just being this close in the dark was enough to get his heart racing. Prussia took several deep breaths before saying "You're too late, Austria is right, I don't need you. I-". Russia silenced him with another kiss, much harder this time. Prussia couldn't help but moan into the kiss, proving what he had said wrong. Russia smirked "You are lying again. And you are so bad at lying to me". Prussia groaned "You always see through me". Russia pulled Prussia into hislap, the Prussian was too tired to resist. Russia whispered in his ear "I would almost have believed you if I hadn't spent the last ten minutes listening to you moan my name".
Prussia could feel himself blushing and he was glad it was dark so Ivan couldn't see it. He caught his breath and whispered back "Why are you here, Ivan?" Prussia could hear the smirk in Ivan's voice, even though he couldn't see it "Is it so bad to want to see my lover? I don't want you to forget me". Prussia could hardly ignore Ivan's breath on his neck; it made his skin burn with desire. He kept his voice at a whisper "It's dangerous for me to be with you. And I would never forget you". Suddenly Ivan kissed him again, hard and passionately. It was exactly like the kiss Prussia had been dreaming of, so hot and overpowering.
But when Ivan pulled back, the next words he said chilled Prussia to the bone "You taste different. You have been kissing someone else." Prussia didn't try to say anything to deny it. He heard Ivan lick his lips "You taste like…coffee. It had better not be Austria". Prussia still didn't try to deny it, instead he said "He kissed me, and then he provoked me. I didn't want to". Russia stroked Prussia's face as he said "I don't blame you, but if he ever touches you again I will kill him in the most painful way I possibly can". Prussia knew there wasn't an ounce of bluff in Russia's voice, it chilled his blood.
Russia changed the topic "What are you going to do about this? About us?" Prussia shrugged, and then remembered Russia couldn't see him that well "I don't know…I can't see how this can be fixed". Russia pulled him closer "Listen closely to me. If you still want me, convince that Austrian slut that you are over me and come to me later. If he convinces you that you don't want me, then keep your distance from me because I will claim you again". Prussia nodded and then said "I understand." He didn't comment on it, but he found it strange that Russia was giving him a choice. It was unlike Russia to allow Prussia any freedom, but Prussia wasn't going to object.
He pulled himself closer to Russia and took in the comforting smell of vodka and sunflowers. He wanted so much for Russia to take him. He whined in Russia's ear "I want you, I want you so much". His eyes were adjusting to the dark, so he could see the lusty smile that curled across Russia's face. Russia obviously didn't want to say what he said next "Unfortunately, that would be too loud. Someone might wake up and discover me here". Prussia groaned, that was the main reason he ever wanted to see Russia.
Russia softly stroked Prussia's hair "Just be a good boy and pretend to be cured for me, then we will have fun. For now, you need to sleep". Prussia sighed "I don't want to waste the time I have with you". Despite what he said, Prussia moved so that he was laying down with his head in Russia's lap. Russia kissed him lightly on the lips and then said "When you wake up, this will all have been a dream. But I won't leave you, not until dawn". Prussia closed his eyes and wondered why he felt so comforted by Russia's presence. They weren't fucking, so why was he still happy? That was the only reason he had to be with Russia, right? He slowly drifted into sleep and back into the same dream, but this time Germany didn't come and the field didn't burn.
A/N: I am getting these out so late, and I am sorry about that. The chapters are getting longer and unfortunately, so is my homework. I promise I will have it out on time next week. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review
"So we have got to make the most of our one night together because when it's over we will both be so alone. Like a bat out of hell, I will be gone when the morning comes" -Bat out of Hell by Meat Loaf