America woke up alone in Russia's bed once again. Every day of the last week he had done so, making him sad as well as a bit suspicious. When he occasionally did see Ivan –which was usually just for meals and when they went to bed and had sex- he was always joyful. Not that it was a bad thing; it just made America a bit edgy. When Russia used to smile like that, it was when he had hurt Alfred.

Brushing it aside, he tried to just enjoy how happy Russia was. Currently though, he had been left by himself again with one of the new books; even more bored than usual.

Today, Ivan was playing with Latvia in his torture devices room. "You were always so short." He said, turning the crank on the rack that he had Raivis strapped to. He let out a scream as one of his joints popped out.

When he was sufficiently stretched, Russia untied him. "And now for the pear! Don't worry, I cleaned it specially for you." Latvia was obviously confused but he didn't want to know. Then Ivan took it out. "You need to take your pants off." He said seriously.

"P-please, don't do this." Raivis whimpered.

"Too bad, I'm doing it. Now take your pants off and show me your ass!" Ivan said, sounding annoyed. He knew that Latvia would do anything with a little encouragement. When the pants were off, he started pushing the cold metal device into the small hole.

Latvia shivered as it was pushed in all the way. It was past feeling uncomfortable, since it had been over a year since the last time he had been raped by Russia.

Once the Pear was pushed in all the way, Ivan started turning the crank, opening it wider. Raivis screamed once again, and Russia continued turning the crank. He wouldn't make it open all the way, of course. He wouldn't want to kill him, because then he would have to get Estonia, and he was always much more of a pain than Latvia.

Blood started pouring out, the Pear having opened about half way. By this point, Raivis's voice was hoarse with screaming, and he had bitten down on a piece of leather Ivan had given him earlier. The pain must have been tremendous.

Eventually Russia started turning the crank the other way, making the Pear go back to its original size. When it was as small as it would go, he took it out.

"Now, I'm going to let you go back to your room, but I don't want you to make any unnecessary noises." Russia picked up something that was made completely of iron poles, and fit around the head. Where the mouth would go, there was an iron post extending to the inside, and on the end there was an iron ball with spikes on it. "These spikes should cause minimal damage if your tongue does not move."

With nothing better to do, Alfred had resorted to cleaning the house. It hadn't been thoroughly cleaned since he and Russia did it a while ago, so he figured that Ivan would appreciate it; especially since he was doing it without being asked. Grabbing the cleaning supplies he thought he would need, America got to it.

First he cleaned out his room, since he had been spending less and less time in there. Then, he continued with the multitude of rooms on that level: dusting, mopping and any other things they needed.

With the second floor done, he went upstairs and made short work of the third level. It took him less time because no one occupied those rooms so all there really was to clean was dust. Making his way to the main floor, he started in the kitchen, getting some food to eat first. Getting to work, he started on the rest of the rooms on that level; taking the most time of them all.

This time, Ivan had made sure that he had extra clothes. He also had a mirror, so he checked his face before going back up. Once again he listened at the door. Shit! Alfred was moving around there. He would have to wait for a bit.

Eventually he heard America move onto a different room, so he quickly opened the door and went out. He went to the front door, making it look like that's where he had come from. Then he went to go see Alfred. He was surprised to find him cleaning.

"Hi. Where have you been? I missed you..." America admitted, looking up from his cleaning. What else was he to say? It was the truth after all, and wasn't it better than to lie? "Did you go to a meeting?" America asked as he stood up from the floor.

"Yes, ruling the world can be a time-consuming job. But it looks like you were busy while I was away! This place looks so clean!" Russia said, looking around. It had occurred to him a while ago that most men in his position would feel guilt at lying to their lover, but he hadn't felt guilt since he was a child.

"You're welcome. It gave me something to do." Even though Russia hadn't said thank you, it seemed that would be the closest he would get. For a moment he stood there, trying to picture what the world was like now that Ivan was in charge, but he quickly shook his head. "Did everything go well in your meeting?" Alfred felt like he had to talk to Russia about something, but he couldn't figure anything else out.

Russia's smile was confusing, because it looked to Alfred like he was expressly happy over something. Which was the truth, Ivan was very happy with how the 'meeting' had gone. "Yes, it went very well."

Nodding lightly, America replied. "Good..." There was nothing else really for him to say, so he just continued staring at Russia's face. The smile there was a bit strange, but he was happy, and that was the important part. Wasn't it? He had never had an actual lover before, never mind one as twisted as his now.

Russia bent over and quickly kissed Alfred on the lips then went up to his room. Yes, having a lover was defiantly nice, which is why he wasn't going to ruin it by hurting him, or letting him know about the broken man downstairs. If America stayed in the dark, all would be well.

Sorry for the short chapter! It was the only good place to stop it, really. Anyway, please don't hate us. Just keep that in mind. But anyway, angsty!Russia has seemed to be replaced with cheating boyfriend!Russia. Oh well, we will see where this goes.