Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia, if I did…Sweden and Russia = Uke. Everyone else = Seme

Warning: Jealousy, yaoi, hotness, cuteness, and more. Also UKE RUSSIA! 3 and UKE SWEDEN! 3 3

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A/N: Another chappy! Sorry for the very long wait, the idea's are just not coming to me! It really, really sucks! I know how I want to end this -at least the outline of it- but it doesn't want to be written. I think that this story will be ending in a few more chapters. Maybe chapter 30 to 32.

Thank you all for sticking with this story. It makes me really really happy that everyone likes this. I had writen this story when I was still an iffy -read:horrid- writer, so it amazes me that I still get people favoriting and following this. Thank you so much! And a special thank you to the ones who review faithfully. I could cry from how much it means to me.

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Russia, Oh Russia (Let me Help you)

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Russia stared intently at the door as the other nation's left. He slowly stood from his seat then looked at Germany who was staring at him, concerned. Russia smiled and said, "I am going to go find Sweden, okay?"

"Alright, do you want me to come with you?" Germany stepped closer.

"Nyet. I will see you later." Russia smiled wider but his eyes held no happiness. A burning anger pulsed in his veins, and all he wanted to do was find Sweden, then get Greece and Germany, and keep them all beside him so nothing bad could happen again.

"...Okay, I'll wait for you in my room." Germany said, his hand going up and gently stroking Russia's cheek. His lips quirked slightly as he could see a flash of happiness in Russia's angry eyes. Then, he stepped back.

Russia nodded and turned, heading to then out the door quickly.

Germany grit his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, wishing that he could stop being so...useless! He let out a rough breath and tried to relax but couldn't. His lips thinned and he just dealt with it and instead, looked around. He spotted Greece by the doors and quickly made his way over. He put his hand on the tan nation's shoulder and quietly said, "Follow me. Russia will get Sweden."

Greece looked at Germany, his expression tense. The sleepy or lazy look he was known for was no where in sight. He nodded abruptly though he wanted to find Sweden instead.

"What do you mean..." Norway's voice startled the other nations, "Russia will get Sverige?"

Germany turned slightly towards Norway and was slightly surprised. Norway's voice had been almost bored when he was speaking, but his normally blank expression was gone, replaced with one that was subtly threatening and angry. Germany faced Norway completely as he answered,

"Russia went to find Sweden, and when he does, he will bring Sweden to our room."

"And why would he go there?"

"You have nothing to worry about. We are not Sweden's enemy, we are his friends." Germany stopped for a moment then mentally nodded to himself, "You are welcome to follow us to make sure."

"You understand then." Norway said then added, "I accept your invitation."

Germany nodded and lead the way down to his room. Greece held back slightly so he was walking next to Norway. He looked at the pale nation and said,

"How much do you know of what's happening?"

Norway glanced at Greece, still wondering what his part in all of this was. He still remembered the tan nation interrupting his conversation with Sweden those few days ago. Norway's lips turned into a subtle frown as he looked forward again.

"China wants Sweden, and Sweden stays with him though there is no love."

"Not much then." Greece's words had Norway's dark eyes snapping back to him. Greece spoke quietly, saying, "Sweden is trying to help China and keep him from hurting anyone else by pretending to be with China, but he's not actually with him... He is with me."

"You?" Norway said, his stomach suddenly turning.

"Yes. I asked him to marry me." Greece felt his lips stretch into a smile as he looked forward. His heart felt light again at his own reminder, "He said yes."

"...Ah." Norway said, his hands clenching, "I will ask Sweden about this later."

"Of course." Greece said as they come upon Germany's room.

They all stepped into the room to wait.

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Russia walked through the halls rapidly, his eyes darting from side to side to find Sweden. He bit his lip hard, steadily growing more worried and angry at the same time as he couldn't find the blonde nation. When he was finally going to just call out Sweden's name, he heard the nation's voice.

"...I need help..."

For a moment, a rage entered Russia's mind and he wanted to grab his pipe and unleash this anger on whoever made Sweden sound so helpless and weak. As soon as Russia actually saw his new family member, the rage was pushed back and Russia felt a childish type of worry, like one a child would feel for a parent. Russia felt his eyes tear up and he fell to his knees, slowly crawling towards the other nation.

"..Sweden...?" Russia said in a child's voice, filled with worry and some fear.

Sweden's head shot up and he looked at Russia in surprise. He gripped his knee's tightly and hoped his hands weren't still shaking as he slowly held his hand out to the beige haired nation.

"Russia...what are you doing here? You should...be with Germany..." Sweden said, his tone subtly gentle but still mumbled as Russia immediately grabbed his hand. He slowly pulled Russia between his legs, creating a slight barrier with his body, to protect Russia.

"I wanted to find you. I.." Russia's eyes flared with anger again, "I didn't like what I heard! He hurt you! Why did he hurt you!?"

Sweden's eyes were gentle as he looked upon Russia. Really, he was so much like a child at times. He gently pet Russia's hair and said, "Shh, it's okay Russia. It really doesn't matter anymore."

"But-" Russia began but stopped as a gloved finger gently tapped his lips. He made a little sad sound then suddenly hugged Sweden tightly, pressing as close as he could to Sweden's chest.

Sweden felt his breathing become restricted from the hold but made no move to pull away. He wrapped his arms around Russia's shoulders and continued to stroke Russia's hair, wishing to comfort him. He bent his legs and crossed them behind Russia so the childish nation could be completely engulfed in the hug.

"Shh, don't worry, min raring" Sweden gently called Russia his dear and pressed his lips to Russia's head without a thought.

Russia hummed in delight, his sadness slowly leaving. He finally let go of Sweden and looked at him as he said, "I want you to stay with me tonight."

Sweden blinked, the offer surprising him, though it probably shouldn't. For a moment, he thought about China, how he would feel if Sweden didn't show up...but then he thought of what could happen if he did. He swallowed roughly and decided to accept Russia's wish. He would deal with the consequences later.

"Alright." Sweden said, his eyes lighting as Russia squealed happily. He almost chuckled as Russia pulled him up and made him run to Germany's room. He smiled at Russia's back, still hesitant to let anyone see his smile though Greece had told him that it wasn't scary.

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Russia opened the door to Germany's room and smiled widely when he saw both Germany and Greece. He pulled Sweden into the room and closed the door before noticing someone that didn't belong.

"Why's Norway here?" Russia asked.

Sweden's head snapped up and he stared at his friend. The same question that Russia asked, running through his mind. He took a step towards Norway then stopped and blushed as he noticed Norway's expression. Oh, he felt like he was going to get scolded again...

"Sweden..." Norway began, making Sweden bit his lip nervously, "Are you okay?"

Sweden jolted slightly at the unexpected question. He bit his lip harder, his lips wanting to form the only lie he would ever tell 'I'm fine.' but they wouldn't move. He watched Norway stand from the chair he had been siting on and come closer to him.

"Don't lie to me Sverige." Norway said, arms crossed as he stared intently at his old friend. He looked slightly intimidating but Sweden could see how tightly Norway's hands were clenched.

Sweden wrapped his arms around himself as he felt his eyes prick with tears. He wouldn't let them fall and tried to calm himself so he wouldn't break down. Why did Norway have to be here? He was the one he couldn't hide from, Norway was the only one who saw him at his lowest. Sweden hugged himself harder as he finally shook his head.

Norway didn't say a thing, instead, he plucked Sweden's glasses off then pulled the other nation down. He held Sweden close, ignoring everyone else in the room. He pressed Sweden's face against his chest so Sweden could hide any tears within the cloth. His stomach turned as he felt the subtle shake in Sweden's shoulders. He couldn't remember the last time Sweden-wait...he could. Norway's heart suddenly felt ice cold and he whispered, "Is this like before...?"

Sweden felt his legs crumble at the reminder. He fell to his knee's and clutched Norway's shirt tightly.

"Y-yes..." Sweden whispered hoarsely, "He...he said tonight, Norge..."

"You're not going!" Norway said immediately, his voice low, to the point that only Sweden could hear, "I'll lock you up if I have to."

Sweden gave a breathy yet shaky laugh. He slowly pulled away, discreetly wiping his eyes. He wanted to smile, feeling warm from Norway's concern, but held it back. He knew that Norway didn't want this to happen either, and was telling him in the only way he could. He looked up at Norway with gentle eyes and said, "Thank you, and don't worry...I won't go. No matter what."

"I wont go through that again." Sweden continued.

"Sweden? What do you mean, again?" Russia's voice came, making Sweden jolt in surprise.

Sweden looked at Russia and felt a stab of fear when he saw the three blurs. He had forgotten that they weren't alone, though he knew he shouldn't have. Suddenly, he could see again as Norway gently placed his glasses back on his face. He looked at Norway gratefully then looked back at his new 'family'.

"You don't have to say anything about it." Norway said, placing a hand on Sweden's shoulder.

Sweden almost wanted to smile. Norway was to good to him, to understanding... Sweden took a deep breath and shook his head, saying, "They deserve an explanation..."

Norway kept quiet at that but Sweden knew the other nation disagreed. Sweden got up and took a seat in a chair before trying to speak. The words caught in his throat and he shook his head, he bit the knuckle of his index finger, trying to figure out what to say, when he saw a tan hand gently grab his own. He looked up and saw Greece looking at his hand with slight worry. When Greece looked at him, he felt a little better and was glad when Greece sat beside him, never letting go of his hand.

"When I was still under Denmark's rule...I had something similar happen." Sweden began slowly, choosing his words carefully, "I had...someone...threaten my body, constantly. It wasn't his fault, I knew that, he couldn't help what he did. I knew he didn't want to, and that was why I always got away."

Sweden's hand slightly hurt from how tight Greece was holding it, but he didn't mind. It comforted him, knowing that Greece cared so much. He saw Russia sit by his feet and looked at the beige haired nation gently. A quick look showed him that Germany was leaning tensely against the wall close by, his face like stone but his eyes simmering with anger.

"It wasn't that bad-" Sweden tried to play it down but Norway cut in immediately.

"Yes it was." Norway said, "I remember how it was. You were the Lion of Northern Europe, strong, fearless to others, but at night you would hide in my room for an actual nights rest, to get away...to feel safe." Norway held nothing back as he laid down the facts he remembered so clearly.

"So don't say 'It wasn't that bad.'"

Sweden looked away, slightly ashamed. Ashamed of how he acted in the past and ashamed that Norway had to say it so bluntly for him. He felt pathetic. A hand on his shoulder had him looking back at Norway again. Norway stared at him, sadness in his eyes. Sweden sighed and shook his head before gently touching the hand on his shoulder. He knew Norway meant no actual harm, he was just irritated by the situation.

"Well, tonight...China wants my body." Sweden said

"You're not going, right?" Greece asked immediately, worried that Sweden might go anyway.

"No," Sweden shook his head then looked at Greece lovingly, "I wouldn't do that to you. Everything I am is yours now."

Greece smiled and cupped Sweden's cheek with his free hand. He leaned forward and kissed Sweden, not caring that the others were watching. When he pulled back, he said, "I feel the same way..." then teased by adding, "my lovely wife."

Sweden blushed and shyly looked away. Russia's sudden squeal had Sweden looking at the nation in surprise, then almost laughing as Russia said, "He proposed?!"

"Yes, he did." Sweden said fondly. Then, he felt Norway's hand squeeze his shoulder and he looked at his old friend.

Norway stared at him with an expression that even Sweden couldn't place before saying, "So, you really are getting married to this nation...? Are you happy?"

Sweden stared right back at Norway. After a few moments, he let himself smile. An happy smile that Greece told him made him look beautiful.

"Yes, I really am."

Norway's breath caught in his throat and it felt like his throat closed up. He struggled to not let his hand reach and feel those smiling lips. Norway hadn't felt so choked up since that one night with Sweden. The one night he'd never forget...but, now he knew for sure, that he'd never get a night like that again. He gave a slow nod and said,

"Alright...that's what's important." Norway then looked at Greece and glared at him, saying, "If you hurt him, you will not be safe from me." before turning to leave. He couldn't stay any longer.

Sweden stared at the door then looked at his second family. He tilted his head at Russia's giddy grin and released a rush of air as Russia suddenly lunged at him, hugging him tightly.

"You're getting married! I'm so happy for you!" Russia squealed then looked at Sweden, saying, "I'm invited to the wedding, right?!"

Sweden couldn't help but to smile again, his lips forming a loving and fond smile for Russia. He gently pet Russia's head, saying, "Of course you are. Couldn't have one without you."

Russia smiled widely, slightly nuzzling Sweden's hand, loving the feeling. He gave a happy sound and hugged Sweden's waist tightly again, nuzzling Sweden's stomach.

After a few more minutes, Germany got them all to get up and get ready for the night. Sweden took a bath with Russia again, just like that first night and borrowed clothing once again. Before they went to sleep, Germany pulled Sweden to the side to talk.

"Do you know what you're going to do tomorrow?" Germany asked, his voice stern but worried underneath it.

"...No." Sweden looked away, "but...it doesn't matter. I will deal with it. I won't let China turn his attention onto Russia again."

"That's not what I mean!" Germany in a slightly harsh whisper. He grabbed Sweden's shoulder and said, "Russia doesn't need the protection anymore. Even if you're being to blind to see it, China is completely focused on you, and you will get hurt if you don't prepare yourself!"

Sweden froze, staring at Germany in shock and uncertainty. He opened his mouth to apologize but stopped as Germany sighed. Germany ran a hand over his face before saying,

"I'm sorry...I got carried away..." Germany looked away for a moment before looking back straight into Sweden's eyes. He squeezed Sweden's arm and said, "I just don't want anything to happen to you, none of us do."

Sweden let out a soft breath and nodded. He covered Germany's hand and squeezed it as well, looking at the blond nation gently, "Thank you." he said, "I will take care of myself, don't worry."

Germany gave a slightly hesitant nod and moved away, "Alright. Just...be careful."

Sweden nodded with a slightly shy little smile that had Germany smiling right back at him. He blushed as he was suddenly pulled into a firm hug. It was surprisingly warm and felt safe, to the point that Sweden wanted to close his eyes and just feel it. The hug ended and Germany pulled him to the bed for them all to sleep.

Just like last time, both Russia and Sweden were in the middle, spooned by their lovers. Russia cuddled hard against Germany, still feeling happy at the new that Sweden was getting married, it had successfully pushed Sweden's enraging story from his mind.

Sweden blushed as Greece didn't let air between their bodies, but he enjoyed it at the same time. He placed his hands on Greece's arms where they wrapped around his body and whispered a soft good night to his family. The sentiment was echoed and the night finally came to an end as they fell asleep.

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