[This chapter is rated M.]

You eagerly swipe your hotel key through and switch the lights on revealing the mess you have made over the course of yesterday. Your luggage is open with panties and bras sticking out of the clothes pile. It'd be fine if they at least blended in, but they are bright and colorful through your dark wardrobe. Your blanket is in a crumpled mess as well with four pillows randomly placed on the bed. There are two beds in the room, but this was your half. You explained to Russia how you and America share connected rooms, but have doors. If you closed your own, only you can open it since your side has the handle and his won't. The same with him. You sigh with immense relief as you kicked your heels off next to your luggage which you also shut as Russia motions to the neat pillowless bed.

"So, you gonna sleep here? Or America's room?" you begin selecting clothes to wear for sleep.

"Here of course," he replies joyfully.

"You got any clothes?" he smiles and you sigh, "Let's see if America kept his door open. Luckily, he did and his room is just as messy as yours. You kick open his bright pink suitcase and dig through his plain shirts. You return with a white shirt, "I hope he-" as soon as you look up you run back into America's room. "S-Sorry!" you walked into Russia in his black trunks as he started unbuttoning his shirt. "Are you done?" you peek and jump back when he stuck his head in at the same time. You push the shirt on his bare chest avoiding to look down. "I-I'll go search for pants for you."

"I don't need them," he takes the shirt and you walk past him, grab your clothes and towel and go straight to the bathroom.

...

Ruffling out of the red dress and washing off the layers of makeup returned you to your casual self. Loose black pants and an over-sized grey shirt that read "Rebel" in white letters. Glasses completed the look and you step outside while drying your hair to find Russia all snuggled up in your bed with the pillows arranged. Two for you and two for him. Seeing you are finished he scoots closer to the wall and pats the empty space. Defeated, you sit down and continue squeezing the water from your hair into the towel and whip out a can feel him watching you as you brushed the tangles out and started braiding your hair. Suddenly, you feel a finger sliding from below and up your spine. The immediate response is your back curving to the touch and Russia's low chuckling.

"You're not wearing a bra."

"Should I put one on?!" you feel strong hands grab your stomach.

"Noo," whined Russia.

You turn to him and he lifts the blanket for you to crawl in. Inside you can see his boxers and a lump, why is there a lump. You begin thinking about that song, my mind's telling me no. You stare at his chest and the inviting expression he had on. BUT MY BODY, MY BODY IS TELLING ME YES.

You roll inside as he puts his arm and the blanket around you. You press your head under his chin and snuggle, brushing your nose against his neck, and inhaling his natural scent. You plant a kiss on it as he cups your cheek and takes a huge whiff of the top of your head. You had no idea what to say as you kept your legs from nearing his...area. You also refused to turn around and have your butt exposed. You take one pillow from your side and hug it, feeling safe as you stuffed it between your waist and his. He pouts, "Is it too early to do naughty things?"

"Yes," you say sternly. Yet you feel his hand slip under your shirt, touching your side. "Russ-"

"Can I at least touch you?" he used those eyes again. He kisses your forehead and you lean back against his neck feeling his hands roam your back and your stomach. "Can I see?"

You dig your head in the pillow, "They aren't as big as Ukraine's..."

"That doesn't matter, as long as their yours."

You slowly sit up and nervously pull the shirt up, exposing your chest for about five seconds and then lifting it down. "There, you saw them." Your face grew warm as you feel his hand glide underneath and cup your right breast. You held his wrist, and attempted to move it, but he stubbornly kept his hand latched on it. He sits up with a pink face, looming over you.

"Can you hold your shirt up?" you do so, and felt your breathing increase and your heart pound as he stared fixedly. You look away when you saw his face inching forward, knowing he is going for it. It felt wet and feel his tongue fumbling against your bud, but you couldn't bring yourself to moan, but giggle. "What?"

"Nothing," you clear your throat.

"I don't have experience in this," he shies away and puts your shirt down. His cute flustered expression shot an arrow through your heart, making you want to take the lead.

"We can...work on it?" you press his back against the cushioned bed frame and sit between his legs, facing him. You cross yours around his waist, but don't heave yourself on top. It started as a peck on the lips, the second time they locked, and then the third time he summoned the courage to stick his tongue inside. It was sloppy, as you two parted a line of saliva kept you two connected. Again, it began feeling more natural. His hands slid against your back as you begin pressing your chest against his. He surprises you by grabbing your butt, drawing you on his crotch.

There's definitely a lump.

Your crotches grind for the first time and you quiver as he took control of your hips, moving them along with his. You bite your lips to hide your moan as you lean on his shoulder, and stare at his lustful face. He seemed in a trance, not even noticing he is letting out soft groans. His face of pleasure is too much to ignore and not tease. You start moving your pelvis on your own, holding his shoulders, and he throws his head back as you two find the rhythm. You haven't noticed how sweaty he has gotten, probably because he was doing the work first. He leans his sweaty, hot forehead on your shoulder and encases his arms around your waist tightly. The pace sped up and got rougher that you no longer can hold back the noise hidden in your throat. About twenty seconds later he breaks the contact between your crotches and you see him shudder and make short, but loud groans.

He stares into your eyes with a soaked face, saliva glistening on his lips, and an indulged expression. "Did you...?" he nods and hides his face.

"Was that too soon?"

You kiss his cheek and smooch his lips, "No."

"Did you?"

"...Maybe," he chuckles and rubs your cheek. You hear a door open, but hear a huge thump against yours since it is shut. "America?"

He slurs back, "Are ya'll doing the do?!"