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~! 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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China stared at his bedroom wall, his eyes dark and shadowed. It was quiet in the room, the only sound being China's ragged breathing. He sat crosslegged on the bed, his elbows rested on his knees and his fingers steepled together under his chin. His knuckles were pure white from the pressure and his joints seemed to creak with each twitch.

Suddenly, the alarm clock on his bedside table blared. The sound stopped abruptly and was replaced by a crashing sound as the clock smashed against the wall. Slowly, China resumed his previous position, the muscle in his jaw slightly bulging as he grit his teeth to the point of almost cracking. He stayed like that for a few minutes more before standing up, his bowed back slowly straightening up completely. He made his way out of his room and to the confrence room, his blood simmering in his veins.

He would make sure that he would get to have a little...chat, with Sweden, before the meeting started.

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Sweden woke from a warm sleep to see no one in front of him. Though still sleepy, his brain told him that Russia and Germany probably went to get breakfast like last time. He yawned and pressed closer to the warmth behind him, feeling a sort of giddiness rise within him as he smelt Greece's natural scent encase him. The body behind him shifted and Sweden could hear Greece's voice in his ear,

"Morning love..." Greece mumbled lazily, his lips touching Sweden's ear as he spoke.

A sharp shiver ran up Sweden's spine and he almost giggled -giggled-. He blushed and slowly turned to face the tan nation. As soon as he settled, his vision cleared as Greece placed his glasses on him.

"Good morning." Sweden whispered almost shyly.

"This is a sight I'd love to get used to..." Greece hummed with a lazy smile, pulling Sweden closer to him, practically locking Sweden within his arms "I don't want to get up."

"I feel the same." Sweden said, his cheeks turning pink. He smiled at Greece, his heart thumping in his chest as Greece returned the smile with a slightly dorky, dazed grin. At that, Sweden did giggle.

Greece preened at the sound then suddenly pulled Sweden on top of him, his arms still locked around Sweden's waist. He grinned and kissed Sweden deeply, barely whispering, "You're so cute." before eagerly continuing the kiss.

Sweden felt his toes curl at the kiss and slowly wrapped his arms around Greece's neck. He could feel Greece's hardness pressing against his stomach and that made a now familiar heat pool in his stomach. He murmured Greece's name breathlessly then gasped as he suddenly found himself on his back. Sweden looked up and whimpered at the want in Greece's darkened gaze.

"How do you do this to me so easily?" Greece's voice was husky as he leaned down to drag his lips over Sweden's hot cheek.

"You can make me this...painfully hard from just a kiss..." Greece continued, briefly licking Sweden's lips. The sweet taste made him groan and he stopped talking so he could press his tongue inside Sweden's mouth to get more of it.

"Now I can't remember what I was talking about." Greece said against Sweden's lips then grinned as he noticed how red Sweden's face was, "Too cute..."

"B-be quiet!" Sweden said, slightly wiggling. Greece's words had made his body feel so hot and now he was slightly aching inside, "How can you say such things?!"

"Say what things?" Greece said, slowly kissing down Sweden's neck then nipping and licking a trail back up.

"A-ah..." Sweden moaned breathlessly, his skin prickling in delight at what Greece was doing to his neck

"W-wait, G-Greece..." Sweden whimpered, his hands scratching at Greece's back though he was trying to get him to stop.

"Hm?" Was all Greece said as he tasted the revealed skin of Sweden's shoulder, mentally thanking Russia's liking for this type of sleepwear.

"Go to...got to stop..." Sweden shivered hard as he felt Greece's hands trail the length of his thighs, then quickly said, "N-not our room! They'll come back!"

Greece made a little disgruntled noise then sighed and reluctantly pulled away from Sweden's skin. He gave Sweden a put out look and collapsed on top of him, "You know what this means, right?"

Sweden released a rush of air when Greece just collapsed on top of him then gave a little smile, finding Greece's expression kind of cute. He tilted his head, saying, "No, what?"

"You have to sleep with me in my room...soon. So I can do this in the morning with no interruptions...or at night, I'm not picky." Greece grinned as he watched Sweden immediately blush at his words.

"Y-You-!" Sweden began but the door suddenly opened and they could hear Russia.

"We're back!" Russia chirped as he rushed into the bedroom, Germany following close behind.

"With food." Germany added, raising one of the bags he was carrying. He set them down on the table in his room then looked at the two nations on the bed with a raise eyebrow, "You are eating, right?" his tone dared them to disagree.

Sweden smiled shyly and nodded, slowly getting out from under Greece. Greece just stayed on the bed, slightly pouting.

"I got your clothes Sweden!" Russia held up some clothes to Sweden, almost hopping in place. His lips stretched into a wide happy smile that got even bigger when Sweden smiled back.

"Thank you, min raring." Sweden gently pet Russia's hair before taking the clothing and going to the bathroom to change. When he came out, the food was spread out on the table and Greece had changed and was sitting down in a chair. Sweden was pulled straight in Greece's lap when he walked by, making his release a small squeak that had him blushing in embarrassment.

Greece chuckled and nuzzled Sweden's neck, murmuring, "Cute..."

Russia giggled at the sight of Greece and smiled widely and hugged Germany tightly, feeling so happy that his little family was together. He made a little sound as Germany hugged him back and nuzzled against him. Russia sighed in content as he felt a kiss being pressed against his head.

Finally, they all began to eat, keeping the conversation pleasant until they were done. It was only when they were done eating that Germany brought up the meeting.

"What's the plan? Do you want one of us to walk with you?" Germany asked Sweden who shook his head,

"That's not safe. China still doesn't know how close we all are. All he knows is Greece feels something towards me." Sweden said then added, "I'll go by myself, after all of you. It'll be safer that way."

"I don't really like this plan..." Russia said, his expression turning sad, "What if something happens?"

"There will be other nations around, Russia. I'll be safe." Sweden smiled slowly, still a little hesitant to show such an expression. He felt better when Russia smiled back.

Greece tightened his hold around Sweden, pulling his closer though the Nordic nation was still sitting in his lap. He frowned, wishing he could do something more. If only he knew what to do, to make this better, to keep Sweden safe...but he didn't, and that hurt him more than anything.

With nothing more to do, they agreed and one by one, slowly left Germany's room. Sweden had said that he'd wait five minutes before leaving, just to make sure that it didn't look like he had stayed with them. Greece lingered behind and looked at Sweden, a slightly tortured expression on his face.

"Please, be safe." Greece said, lifting his hand to caress Sweden's cheek. He pulled Sweden to him and gave him one last kiss before leaving, praying to his gods that Sweden wouldn't get hurt.

Sweden exhaled slowly after they all left and counted down the seconds until five minutes passed. With another deep breath, he stood and left the room as well.

It didn't take long at all before he reached the meeting room and saw China.

Sweden froze as he saw China leaning against the wall, right next to the door. He looked relaxed, but Sweden could see how tense he really was. It was screaming at him, China's lips were stretched into a smile but there were no crinkles by his eyes. Even his hands looked tense, the tendons visible and strained.

Sweden didn't want to walk any closer.

Suddenly, those dark eyes focused on him and Sweden felt his heart stop for just a moment. If China had been tense before, now it seemed like he was stone, a cold marble statue of an illusioned demon.

"Sweden!" China's voice sounded so falsely cheerful in Sweden's ears, but he was holding his hand out and Sweden knew he had to go to him.

Sweden didn't say hello, to afraid that his voice would crack if he tried. Instead, he walked over as calmly as he could and offered his hand. His heart tightened in his chest as China grabbed his wrist instead and knew that this was going to be worse than he thought.

China gripped Sweden's wrist hard, pulling the nation to him immediately. He his free hand on Sweden's hip as he glared at him with a smile.

"How nice of you to finally show up!" China said, voice happy but his grip on Sweden showed that he was anything but.

"I-..." Sweden tried but he couldn't speak, didn't know what to say that could make China calm down. Then, he suddenly found himself turned, his back pressing against the wall as China seemed to loom over him.

"Where did you stay, hm?" China said with a false smile, his eyes burning like hell's fire, "and don't say your room...I looked there."

Sweden swallowed hard, instincts telling him to run as fast as he could. It was like he could actually see the feury flowing from China like smoke.

"I...apologize..." Sweden said, his voice almost failing him unlike his expression -which was blank like normal-.

"I didn't ask for an apology." China's voice was abrupt as he stepped even closer, his hand tightening on Sweden's wrist.

Sweden held back a wince. It felt like his bones were trying to grind together from how tight that grip was. He breathed steadily, easily forcing his mind off the pain. He opened his mouth, not actually knowing what to say when another voice entered the conversation.

"Hey! What'cha guys doing? The meeting's about to start!" America said with his normal grin, "Come on!"

Sweden looked at the blond nation and almost released a breath of relief. He felt China let go of him and glanced back at the dark haired nation.

"Oh? Yes, sorry, aru! I didn't even realize!" China smiled, almost closing his eyes. He looked at Sweden and his smile seemed to freeze,

"Let's go then." He said, a hint of a command under his pleasant tone before he walked into the room.

Sweden nodded, biting his lip hard, and moved to follow. A hand on his shoulder suddenly stopped him and he looked at America in surprise.

"...You okay?" America asked quietly, looking straight at Sweden then glancing to where China had left before looking at Sweden again.

Sweden looked down immediately, feeling something rise in his throat. He swallowed roughly again and turned his gaze past America, not being able to look at the nation as he nodded. He couldn't bring himself to say that he was okay, to sure that his voice would fail him this time.

America frowned lightly, his hand tightening on Sweden's shoulder gently, "Hey, why don't you sit next to me? Their aren't a lot of open seats left after all." He turned his frown into a grin. He didn't know exactly what he saw, but whatever he did, it didn't settle well with him.

Sweden looked at America with wide eyes, surprised that the nation would even offer. He felt his lips twitch and try to form a smile but didn't allow himself. His little family was one thing, he knew they wouldn't be afraid.

"...Thank you, but I don't think that will be possible." Sweden said softly, a grateful look in his eyes.

"Why not?" America frowned, his uneasy feeling growing.

Sweden wanted to tell but didn't want to bring anyone else into this mess. He shook his head with a sad look in his eyes -not that he expected America to notice- and said, "The meeting is starting, correct? We should go in."

America bit the inside of his cheek hard as he watched Sweden walk into the room. Something really wasn't right here, but he didn't know what exactly. He couldn't make Sweden tell him though, and because of that, America just grinned his regular goofy grin and walked into the room as well.

Sweden reluctantly took a seat beside China, though he wanted to take one beside Denmark or even France. Under the table, his wrist was taken once again and squeeze to the point that he felt his bone grind together. His breath hitched with the pain but that was the only thing that gave it away. He steeled himself and slowly placed his other hand over China's, looking at the Asian nation calmly. China's eyes were practically black as he looked at Sweden with distrust.

Sweden ducked his head close to China and whispered, "I'm sorry, I was with Norway last night." it was true, he was with Norway, just not the entire night, "I know I was supposed to go to you, but...I think it should be special. Us...together...for the first time."

Sweden took a slow breath, slightly not believing that he was doing this. He pushed back the horrid feeling of guilt that already threatened to rise and slowly stroked China's hand until his fingers were brushing against the pulse in China's wrist. He looked down as if shy and said,

"Would you entertain the thought? I...I would love it if..." Sweden looked back up and into China's slightly interested eyes, "We could have a date? Then afterwards...I would be, whatever you want."

Sweden started leaning in, his cheeks turning red from what he was about to say. He let his lips brush China's ear as he said, "I would do, whatever you want. I'd...beg for it."

He was horrible. He felt like scum. How could he do this? To Greece...to China... Sweden felt sick. Completely disgusted with himself. He had sworn to never do this again, but here he was, going back on his word to himself. The nauseous feeling only grew as China's hand slowly loosened around his wrist and traveled to intertwine their fingers instead.

"Alright... I accept your apology then. After the meeting, we can have your date." China said as he slowly turned his head, until his lips were brushing against Sweden's, "Then after that, we will be together."

"Just, please be gentle with me." Sweden whispered, knowing that his lips were still touching China's, "You will be my first." Sweden lied.

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