Disclaimer: I do not own. If I did, people would understand Russia is NOT a rapist. He is the perfect uke!

Warning: Jealousy, yaoi, hotness, cuteness, and more. Also UKE RUSSIA! X3

A/N: Privet~! Wow, thank you all for the lovely comments! They make me so happy! And I am so sorry for the late update. I suppose it is because I had lost interest in the Hetalia fandom but I swore to myself that I would never completely drop a story! So here I am! I hope you like this new chapter in RUSSIA, OH RUSSIA! XD XD XD

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and sorry for the shortness.

Russia, Oh Russia

Russia's eyes widened completely. He gaped, his mind not comprehending what Greece said "H-husband?" He blushed brightly.

"Yes! Please, I will treat you right! Haven't I always?!" Greece said, gently gripping Russia's chin so they would be looking into each others eyes.

Russia swallowed back saliva and looked away "W-well, da...but..."

"Russia...remember how you felt when we kissed." He told the other nation.

Russia looked back into Greece's eyes then bit his lip. He shook his head "I-I can't! I have Germany now!" He pulled away and turned to run but then gasped as he was pulled against a firm chest.

Greece held Russia to his body tightly. He buried his face into Russia's neck and pleaded

"Please Russia, give me a chance!" Though, even if Russia said no, he wouldn't give up.

Russia opened his mouth then closed it, not knowing what to say. His heart felt strange, he couldn't just say no to Greece for some reason, his heart squeezed each time he opened his mouth to say it. Russia bit his lip hard then frantically shook his head. He just couldn't bring himself to say anything. His dream of being happy with everyone was making his heart pound in his chest.

Greece grit his teeth, desperate to think of something to bring Russia to him. He quickly grabbed Russia's jaw and turn his head towards him. Greece kissed Russia deeply, pushing his desperate emotion into the intimate touch.

Russia shivered hard as he was held so tightly. He could feel his lips bruising under the frantic kiss and felt his heart call out to the other nation. Then he remembered Germany, how the nation was so nice to him, protected him. Russia pulled away, shaking his head.

"Stop this!" Russia said quickly "I can't do this!"

Russia put his hands against Greece's chest and pushed him away. He bit his lip and moved away quickly, now holding his arms to his chest.

"Please Russia!" Greece stepped forward, falling to his knee's at Russia's feet "I will beg if I have to! Be with me, let me have that honor!"

Russia's cheeks burnt red and his heart began beating rapidly one more.

'An honor?...He is..willing to beg for me?' Russia though, blushing even harder.

Russia swallowed back his sudden arousal and found himself bending down towards Greece. He slowly kissed Greece, closing his eyes at the rush of feeling, then pulled back just a centimeter.

"Let...Let me think about all of this alright?" Russia began, knowing that he was becoming such a horrible person. He kissed Greece again and stroked his cheek in an almost fond way.

Greece pushed his hand through Russia's hair and kissed him back intensely. When they pulled away, Greece nodded

"Alright, as long as you choose me in the end." Greece smirked playfully causing Russia to giggle.

Russia felt his lips stretch into a smile after he giggled and looked towards the door. He looked back at Greece and let his hand gently stroke the nation's cheek again

"I need to go now...I will see you next time." Russia whispered softly and walked out of the meeting room.

Only a few feet away, Russia began thinking about what he had just done. It was horrible to say the least. At least, he felt horrible about it. Russia bit his lip hard, his thoughts going to Germany, and how mad he might be if he ever found out about this. The image scared him, he didn't want Germany to be mad at him for this

'Greece had begged me...called it an honor!' Russia blushed again at remembering

No one had ever done that before...it had made him feel so wanted, more so than what anyone else had done.

Russia quickly shook his head 'I can't think of this! Not when I'm going to see Germany again.' He nodded at his thoughts and speed up to get to Germany's room. He smiled as he opened the door then just stopped. His violet eyes widened and he blushed darkly for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

Germany stood there, looking in the mirror, his ears slightly red with his own blush. He was halfway nude, only wearing pants that sagged on his hips, showing off his dark blond happy trail. He was playing with his hair, letting it fall into his face then slicking it back again before repeating the process.

His muscle tensed with every movement, making Russia's mouth go dry.

Germany sighed and messed up his own hair in irritation. He turned, walking to his closet, not noticing that Russia was standing in the door way. He reached into the closet to pull out a shirt but then felt arms wrap around his middle. Glove-less hands began tracing his abs and he shivered slightly. He looked back as much as he could

"Russia?" He asked then suddenly groaned as felt a hot tongue trace up his spine.

Germany turned around quickly, grabbing Russia and pushing the pale nation up against the wall next to his closet. What he saw made fire rush to his groin

"Russia..." He said lowly, grinning with confidence now "You look so needy right now."

Russia swallowed back some saliva, his cheeks getting a darker shade of red as he pushed against Germany's grip. He whimpered softly as he was stuck, Germany's hands not allowing any movement.

"Your eyes are begging me to do something..." Germany continued "...What do you want me to do, Russia?" Germany growled lowly, pressing his naked chest against Russia's slim body.

Russia gasped softly then stuttered "I..I w-want k-kiss. L-lots of kisses a-and t-touches." he tried to kiss Germany, a little desperate look coming over his face.

Germany smiled at that 'So cute...' was his only thought and he knew he could not deny Russia what he wanted...it was what he wanted as well.

So Germany pulled Russia to him, pinning the slight nation with his arms and body and kissed Russia deeply, growling again as Russia clung to his body. He slowly moved Russia back until they fell onto the bed together. He pulled Russia onto his lap so the pale nation would be straddling him.

Russia's breath hitched as he felt Germany's hardness pressing against his ass.

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