Waking up, Russia realized he was stuck to Alfred. That was alright, because he didn't need to wake up right now. The sun was streaming in the window, showing the grass outside. It was still quite cold out, but it wouldn't start snowing for another couple of weeks.
America slowly came into consciousness as he felt Russia's heart beat increase under his ear. He had been drifting in and out for a while, waiting for Ivan to wake up before he did anything. At first he had tried to roll off to lie beside him only to find that their abdomens were stuck together with dried cum. "Morning." He mumbled groggily, gazing up at Ivan's face.
"Good morning. I suppose we should get cleaned up." Russia said. Alfred nodded and they pried themselves apart. They started walking into the nearest bathroom together, and Ivan was curious. "There is only one bathtub in this bathroom, you know."
Nodding shyly, America said, "I was hoping to have a bath with you... If that's ok." A light blush dusted his face as he looked up at Russia, both of them still completely naked.
"Alright." Ivan started the water running, making it the perfect temperature. Well, the perfect temperature for America, anyway. Russia had always liked his baths a little on the cold side. He got in and motioned Alfred to follow.
Slipping into the large bathtub, America went to the opposite side as Russia. Looking at each other, he then slid over to Ivan, putting his hand on his stomach. "I-Is it ok if I wash you? I mean, it was my fault and all..." Alfred looked to the wall as he asked, too embarrassed to look anywhere else.
Russia nodded, letting Alfred run his wet hands over his chest and stomach, washing away the crusty cum. When he was finished, he started moving on to the rest of his body, but Ivan stopped him. "Now it's my turn to wash you."
Alfred also nodded as Ivan's large hands started washing him off it turn. Once the cum was off of his body, Russia reached over him and grabbed shampoo. Motioning America to get his hair wet, he poured a bit on his hand. Then he then rubbed them together and started washing his hair.
When there was sufficient suds, Ivan told him to rinse it out again. He did so, and Russia pictured himself holding America down until he passed out, bringing him back to resuscitate him, and doing it over again. Of course he held back, because that would no doubt be considered torture.
After America's hair was clean, he sat there, washing the rest of his body off that Russia didn't do. When he was done, he looked back over to Ivan and slid over to him again. Leaning up, he kissed him lightly and moved back, getting out of the tub as quickly and silently as possible. Grabbing a towel, he dried his hair and wrapped it around himself, making his way to his room.
Russia stayed in the bath a few minutes longer. He had always had thoughts of torturing and killing people, but never before were they so strong. And this was the one time where he didn't want to act on them. Could he stop himself much longer? Or would the urge get too strong and he would once again find himself with blood on his hands?
The worst case scenario would be if he had a relapse of what he used to do when he was younger. At times he would blank out, and when he came to he was the only living thing in the middle of carnage. There would sometimes be severed limbs around him, sometimes it would all be blunt force trauma. One time every last body had been disemboweled and their heads cut off. He hoped this wouldn't happen, but those had only stopped when he had finally started listening to his urges instead of suppressing them, like he was doing now.
There had to be some way he could stop himself from doing things like that. There had to be a way!
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Alfred woke up the next day in his bed. He had wanted to sleep with Russia again, but he felt like Ivan was being somewhat awkward with having him around all the time. Also, since he had slept alone, he was looking forward even more to sleeping beside him tonight.
Getting up and putting on some clean clothes, he then went into the hallway. He walked to Russia's room and knocked on the door before opening it. When he didn't see Russia in there, he closed the door behind him and walked down to the kitchen to see if maybe he was making breakfast.
With no tantalizing smells coming from the kitchen, Alfred went in anyways to grab a few things to eat. Idly, he wondered just where Russia was as he continued to nibble on his food. Too nervous to check the basement lest Ivan was waiting for him, he went back upstairs to Russia's room. Lying on the bed, he waited while learning Russian for him to come back.
Looking up from his work, Ivan heard America walking around. He had been just in time. He bent over once more.
He looked in the eyes of a bound and gagged Latvia. "Well, it's been a while since you were down here, hasn't it, Raivis?" There was a terrified squeal, and the shaking man's eyes grew wider. "You see, I need to have some fun. I haven't had any for a while. And now I'm going to have some." There was a glint of light off of the knife Ivan was holding.
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Changing into the clean clothes he had hidden in another room earlier, Russia discarded the bloodied ones and ascended the wooden staircase. At the door, he listened; making sure Alfred wouldn't see him coming out of the basement.
Once out, he looked for his lover. He found him reading in his bed.
Looking up from his book when he heard the door open, Alfred smiled as he saw Russia. He knew if he stayed in Ivan's room long enough he would see him again. "Hi." He said quietly, placing the book to the side.
Smiling, Russia went over to the bed. It was nice having someone that was happy to see him. It was also nice to be able to vent his blood lust. He wondered what America would think if he knew that two floors down there was a bleeding Latvia lying on the floor, probably still unconscious.
"Were you upstairs today? I couldn't find you." He asked innocently, moving over a bit so that Ivan could sit down beside him. "I thought that if I stayed here long enough you would come back."
"Oh, sorry, I felt like going for a walk. The sunrise was so colourful this morning. Did you see it?" Ivan said, sliding smoothly into his lie. Well, he had seen the sunrise, it was just that he had been in the helicopter instead of on the ground.
"No, but I wish I did." Alfred said, wanting to cuddle up to Ivan but stopping himself. Even though he had said 'I love you' a bunch already, since he had said it, Russia had stopped. It bothered him only a bit, instead focusing on the fact that now he wasn't being raped or tortured. "Ivan... Could I sleep with you again tonight? I mean, just beside you." He clarified.
"Of course. I don't mind." Ivan smiled, thinking how things would work out. Would America wake up if he left in the middle of the night? Or maybe if he just woke up early and left, he could come up with another excuse. At this point, he suspected Alfred would believe anything. He noticed him staring at his face. He panicked slightly. Was there blood on it? What did he see?
"Good, because... I kinda felt lonely last night..." He admitted, looking down at his legs. Alfred knew he shouldn't feel so awkward around him, but he still couldn't help but remember the time when even the smallest comment would have Russia torturing him. Although he had tried to stop remembering, he just couldn't help but have minor flashbacks that made him all the more glad of what had happened now.
America scratched the scar on his face idly, picking away at the crunchy scab. Even Ivan's strange mood shift was becoming water under the bridge for him.
"Well, have you had breakfast yet? I was just about to make some eggs." Ivan said, glad America hadn't said anything about blood on his face. He would have to put a mirror down there next time so he could check.
"Kinda, but it wasn't a proper breakfast. I'm not hungry though." He said, wondering just what else he was going to do today. There was only so much time he could spend learning Russian before his brain became slightly numb. Maybe he would read an English book. "Did you get more English books?" He asked, totally changing the topic.
"Ya, I have them over here." Russia went behind his desk and took out a box. Inside there were a bunch of English books, mostly about things like war and death. "This should keep you preoccupied for a while." Yes, maybe so preoccupied that he wouldn't notice that Ivan was in the basement. Possibly for a few hours.
Looking over them and reading the various titles, America said, "Thank you," as he pulled out one at random. True, he normally would find books about war and death 'heroic and awesome' but now they were mostly to help pass the time. "Can I read now? Or is there something you want me to do?"
"No, go ahead and read. I'll just be around the house. I will call you when supper is ready." America nodded and went off to start reading. Ivan went to the kitchen to get some bread and water. Then he went down to the basement. Latvia was conscious now, so he put the bread and water by the door. "You will get these when I'm finished with you."
Of course Raivis was still gagged so he said nothing back. Ivan took out a bottle of acid. "Don't worry, this will hurt me more than it hurts you." He said as he pulled Latvia's sleeve up. Then he let the acid slowly drop on the skin, and muffled screaming filled his ears. "Oops, I lied about that." Russia said, laughing.
Wanting to hear more of the screams, he took off the gag. Instantly there were whimpered gasps of pain, much louder than the ones America always used to give. "N-n-no, please... please don't..."
"Too bad, I'm not going to stop because I was asked." Russia laughed, glad that this room was sound-proof. He raked his fingernails across the barely-healed cuts he had inflicted earlier.
"W-wh-why?" asked the smaller country, pathetically.
"Because I can." Ivan poured more acid on the quivering arm, and then stopped the flow. He took the bottle up, and let the drops fall one by one, on Latvia's neck. More tortured screams filled the room, making Russia happy.
What time was it? How long had he been down here? Russia wondered if Alfred was going to be looking for him soon. And... oh shit! He hadn't left any clothes down here this time! Well, there wasn't any blood on him so far, and as long as he didn't get some on his clothes he would be fine. If there was some dirt he could just say he was cleaning or something.
Due to the confines of needing to not break skin, Ivan decided that he would do one last thing and then go back upstairs. With this, he should be fine for the rest of the day. So he put the lid on the acid and took out his knife, but just cut the rope tying his hands. Then Russia took his right arm and quickly twisted, hearing a satisfying crack as the bone snapped. Raivis cried out in pain and clutched his broken arm close to his body, not being able to say a word due to the pain. Ivan walked to the door, leaving the bread and water there.
Once upstairs, he saw Alfred sitting in a chair, still reading. "How is the book?"
"Good. Thank you for getting them again." America half lied. It wasn't that the book wasn't good, as much as that he just wasn't paying enough attention to it in the first place. Reading never really was his idea of a fun pastime, but now he really had nothing better to do.
Even just since this morning, Russia had started to almost 'loosen up'. His smile had turned more carefree and he didn't seem as distant. Alfred just shrugged it off, figuring that he was just getting used to having someone reciprocate his feelings.
"Well, that's good. What do you want to do now? You could continue reading, if you want. Or we could do something else." Ivan felt happy; he wanted to do something other than lounge around the house.
"I don't mind. What would you like to do?" America asked. He didn't really want to read more, but he did want to spend more time with Russia.
"Well, I have a deck of cards. Why not play a game?" Alfred agreed and Russia went to get the cards. When he got back, he said half-jokingly, "Why not play strip poker?"
"If you want to..." Alfred said quietly, not quite sure if Russia was being completely serious. He wouldn't mind if he was, but at the same time he could tell where it would end up.
Russia smiled. This was the life. His lust for blood was being taken up, as well as his lust for sex. So what if they were being eased by two different people? America had no reason to go in the basement with all of his memories there, and Raivis couldn't get out of his room. The perfect situation.
So, the story we wrote for Sexykill69 is called Hot Waters, for anyone who wants to read it.