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Chapter 2

"Welcome to my home. Well, one of my homes since I like to spend an equal amount of time in all of my states and territories." babbled America as he welcomed Russia into his modern one story house.

Its design seemed to be Japanese styled with its patio board wrapping around the house, wide windows taking up most of the outer walls that could slide open and close. The rooms were mainly oaks and cedars, giving the house a warm, cheery feeling that Russia immediately fell in love with. The furnishings were rather simplistic for the mask of the owner, but it allowed the house to maintain wide, open spaces much like America.

"Much like my Amerika." murmured Russia.

"Huh?"

"Nothing Amerika. This house seems to suit you."

"Umm, okay? Thanks, I guess."

Russia turned back towards America who had a light flush scattered upon his cheeks as he fidgeted, determinedly looking at anything but Russia. Not liking the idea of those cornflower blue eyes not focusing on him, Russia walked over to America until he was practically on top of the smaller nation, noting that his American turned brighter red the closer he got.

"What do you want my little Amerika?"

America sucked in a huge breath, letting it out in the rush of words. "You can call me Alfred if you want. Or, whatever you wanna call me."

"Alfred."

America hummed contently as Russia tugged him closer, wrapping his long arms around the blond.

"Very well, I shall call you Alfred and you may call me Ivan."

"Eye-van? Isn't it pronounced Ee-van?" questioned Alfred, his smushed face looked up from the Russian's chest.

"Nyet, the English pronunciation has ruined the name. Proper way is Eye-van." replied Russia as he carefully scooped up his American and walked towards the squishy brown sofa where he plopped down, America lightly bouncing on his lap.

"I'm not an invalid, I could've walked on my own."pouted America as he mock-glared at Russia.

Lightly smiling, Russia tugged America's face towards him, leaning forward until their faces were less than an inch apart.

"I take care of what's mine."

His lips fastened onto America's lips as he playfully sucked his lower lip, smirking at the lovely little noises his American made. They stayed lip locked until America broke away, panting heavily as Russia trailed down the slim throat, leaving little bite marks and a trail of saliva where he passed.

"W-wait, who are we gonna snatch first? We-hahh, we have to plan carefully, yes, please, please Ivan!" America gasped as he grinded into the Russian's lap uncontrollably until cool hands clamped down on his hips and forced him to a halt.

"Ivan, please!"

"Nyet, you started the conversation and now you have to finish it; I'll even let you have first pick."

"But-" Russia interrupted with a slow roll of hips, drawing a low groan from both before he spoke. "The sooner we figure out our first target, the sooner we can continue." purred Russia.

America shivered in desire when he felt the growing bulge underneath his ass give an excited twitch.

"Then I choose the Italian brothers, Lichtenstein, and Prussia."

"Why those four?" asked Russia perplexed.

"Because if we take the Italian brothers, it'll affect others with their loss, especially Germany and Spain. The lack of Lichtenstein now when Switzerland's guard is lowered will guarantee his distraction and lack of neutrality when he tries to find his sister. With Prussia gone, Germany will be even more unsettled and will gather the rest of the nations for a meeting to find the missing nations. Though it doesn't seem advantageous now, it'll catch enough attention to benefit us." stated America proudly.

"Interesting. That's very smart, since we most likely will be invited to this meeting to search; giving us the chance to gain information as well as plant the seeds of suspicion later on."

America's smirk replicated Russia as he replied. "Exactly! We'll know what's going on at all times while planting the seeds of distrust within the remaining nations."

"Very good Alfred, I think that deserves an award." Russia purred as he began to kiss the younger nation, slowly grinding the blond into his constricted erection.

Tongues danced passionately together as they explored foreign territory, tangling back and forth for dominance. Drool trailed down America's chin as he started to rock against Russia, moans constantly bubbling from his throat as the knot inside became tighter and tighter. They broke apart with a gasp before Russia licked up the trail of saliva until he reached the space between America's shoulder and neck and gently began nibbling as he thrusted furiously up into the delicious weight above him. Giant hands slipped underneath America's thin shirt to explore ticklish sides, shuddering back muscles and sensitive nipples that twitched at the cool touch. Russia listened with perverse glee to the whimpers and pleading moans from his little American, smirking against smooth skin as one of his wandering hands slipped into the blond's jeans to carefully prod at the lovely rosebud between bubbly butt cheeks. His other hand followed the other to boldly grasp America's cock through his jeans. "Ughhh! I-I'm gonna….hah...come! I..Ivan, please, please! Ivan!" screamed America as he came in a explosion, body jerking from the intensity.

Blond lashes fluttered over hazy blue eyes still high on post-orgasmic bliss as America shifted to get more comfortable until he noticed Russia's problem still remained.

"Oh, you didn't come." stated America as he leaned back to get a better look at the prominent bulge in Russia's pants.

"The sight of you in the throes of passion induced by me brought me very close, but I need a little more to finish. Don't feel bad though; it was mainly about you, that's what I really wanted to see."

Flushing in embarrassment and slight shame, America bit his lip as he stared at Russia clearly pondering something in his mind before he seemed to make a decision. Resolutely, he slid off Russia's lap and reached for the zipper of Russia's pants under the watching gaze of violet eyes. Eagerly, though still jittering with nerves, America focused on tugging down the pants enough to see the dark fabric of Russia's boxers slightly damp and straining against the rather large bulk of the Russian's erection.

Hesitating briefly America tugged down the boxers, watching as it released Russia's cock from its confines with a spring, causing it to almost hit him in the face. Bobbing proudly from curly blond, almost white pubic hair, jutted Russia's cock, no longer pale like the rest of his skin, but an angry red, veins throbbing in need.

"Like what you see Alfred?"

Tearing his eyes from the monster cock in front of him, he noticed that Russia's composed face was slightly flushed as he gazed down with lust and desire dominating his darkened violet eyes nearly dilating his entire pupil. Already, his breath came out in shallow pants of anticipation as fingers twitched with the desire to shove the blond onto his meaty cock of 9 inches.

A small smile flittered across his face as he replied, "Yeah, looks as good as a burger."

Licking experimentally at the tip, the American preoccupied himself by licking the glistening shaft clean with all the ferocity of a hungry kitten drinking cream. Without warning, he plopped the tip in his mouth. Slowly sucking his way down the thick cock until it hit the back of his throat, he inwardly panicked for a moment on how to breathe, until he realized he could use his nose. Humming happily at the grunts coming from above him, the vibrations caused Russia to possessively twine his fingers into strands of blond hair as he thrusted into that delicious wet heat. Gagging, America tried to lift off the Russian but was stopped by the fingers entangled in his hair.

"Relax your throat Alfred,...yes, that's it, just like that."

Baby blue glanced uncertainly at the hulking as he continued t o relax his throat, enjoying the heaviness of the cock rubbing against his tongue as the Russian started thrusting erratically. Feeling the throat reflexively swallow around him, Russia finally came with a garbled shout of Alfred's name.

Falling back onto the couch panting lightly, Russia closed his eyes as he was tucked back into his pants and felt the weight of his American on his lap, a warm body tucked neatly against his chest and arm.

"Did I do good?"

"Very good Alfred. You did wonderful."


Lilli Zwingli, also known as Liechtenstein loved her brother very much. She looked up to her big brother so much that she decided to make him another set of pajamas since he loved the original. When she heard that there was a sale on fabrics and sewing materials in one of the local markets, she nearly jumped in excitement before shyly asking her big brother for permission to go into town alone. After patiently enduring one of this long lectures about strangers and the dangers of the world (for the 4,093rd time), she cheerfully walked out among her people until she finally came upon the marketplace. Meandering up and down the aisles of flowing fabrics, Lilli debated styles and color schemes. She had finally picked out a lovely blue fabric before she heard a commotion from behind her. Turning around revealed a rather clumsy blond male trying to untangle himself from nearby fabrics as the owner scowled furiously at him. The man laughed loudly as he apologized in English, rubbing his head sheepishly. The shop owner stalked off in a huff, muttering about idiotic Americans as Lilli turned towards the familiar American.

"Mr. America?"

The newly revealed America turned at the sound of his name, smiling brightly at Lilli.

"Oh, uhm..., Liechtenstein, right? Hahaha, funny seeing you here, are you visiting too?"

"No...this is my country."

America looked surprised before he started laughing loudly again, cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment. Lilli smiled indulgently at him; looks like her brother was right as always. Though Mr. America was a superpower, he was too stupid to actually a threat unless you threatened his ideals of 'justice and hero work'.

"By the way Mr. America, what are you doing here?"

"Well, England said that I wasn't culturally aware and that even if I travelled the globe I wouldn't learn anything. So, I decided to prove him wrong by heading to Toris' house and asking for one of those 'world maps', but I ended up here instead. Probably here because my hero senses told me of a young damsel all on her lonesome in need of an escort."

"Oh, uhm, thank you. That's really too kind of you but it's really not necessary-"

"Nonsense. It'd be no problem for the hero. In fact, the great American hero shall now take you out for lunch as apology for interrupting your shopping."

Grabbing the female nation gently by the hand and tugging her insistently to a nearby café, America ignored the weak protests as he sat them down, gesturing wildly at a nearby waitress to take their order.

"Order whatever, the hero will pay for everything today." proclaimed America as he eagerly pointed out his items to the irritated waitress chosen to deal with the American. Lilli softly sighed as she ordered an espresso and a small plate of powdered donuts.

"Excuse me for a moment Mr. America, I must use the ladies room." murmured Lichtenstein as she quickly left the table without looking rude. Finding the bathroom, she entered and locked the door behind her as she hurried over to the sink, a bright red flush spreading across her face.

'I've never had the attentions of another male other than big brother before, what do I do? Is Mr. America, flirting with me? It's a bit hard to believe he came to my country without a reason, though considering his intelligence he could possibly have gotten on the wrong plane.' Despite the fact that he was very attractive, she couldn't see herself with someone so stupid, especially when she already had someone as amazing as big brother in her heart and life.

'In that case, I have to let him down gently but firmly. Enough so that he'll feel guilty for pushing his feelings on me, but blunt enough that it should reach through his thick skull. It's moments like this when I need Hungary for advice on men.'

Calmed and filled with purpose, Lilli unlocked the bathroom, face to face with a angry old lady who had been patiently waiting for the bathroom. Blushing again, Lilli apologized hurriedly as she headed back to the table where her espresso and oven fresh donuts were waiting. America sat there cheerfully waiting as he sipped from his American coffee, the only thing in front of him.

Taking a sip of her espresso, Lilli winced at the bitterness exploding over her tongue. She had forgotten to ask for sugar to sweeten it, considering most of the cafés didn't make really bitter espressos. Switching her attention to her donuts covered (read: buried) in powdered sugar Lilli tugged on from the pile and took a very large bite, squealing in delight at the taste of lightly fried dough with a creamy buttercream center that tantalized her tastebuds. Before she knew it, she had consumed half of the donuts as she absentmindedly listened to America's babblings. She was starting to get a bit sleepy so she sipped at her espresso to revive a bit from her food induced stupor.

'Oh! I almost forgot my rejection.'

"Mr. America?" interrupted Lilli. America had been mid-sentence on something pointless and stupid so she didn't feel bad at interrupting.

"Hmm?"

"I-I just wanted to say thank you, for taking me out for lunch, I really do appreciate it. But, I'm not interested in you that way. I mean, you seem really nice, but I don't want to pursue a relationship with you."

"Wait-what!? I think you're misunderstanding the situation. I'm-"

"There's no need for excuses Mr. America, I'm trying to make this easier for the both of us-"

"I'm gay and in a relationship." said America seriously without hesitation. Silence remained at the table before Liechtenstein began to gently laugh. "Really Mr. America, there's no need to lie."

She continued on, not noticing the flash of rage across America's face.

"Hungary told me about the 'gay' card. To hide the fact that you're embarrassed by my rejection, you resort to saying 'I'm gay' to save face. You don't have to do that and I'm sorry you had to fall to that resort. I won't tell anyone about your failure as a man, so don't worry about it."

Smiling widely, Liechtenstein looked towards America who had a rather odd look on his face that she chalked up to him dealing with rejection emotions.

"...You're probably right, I guess I'll have to deal with your kind rejection to mend my broken heart. I apologize for having wasted your time, shall I at least escort you home?"

"No thank you, I think I'll be…" Lichtenstein trailed off. She had attempted to stand, but the world seemed to tilt on its side and she nearly fell until America had caught her.

"Hey, Ms. Zwingli, are you okay? You're not looking so good." said America as he carefully scooped the female nation into his arms. Sending an apologetic look towards the concerned employees and checking to make sure he had paid, America walked out onto the street and slowly made his way off into the distance away from Switzerland's house. Ignoring the small protests from within his arms, America continued to walk farther, his smooth rocking steps causing the black around Lilli's vision to grow.

As she started to fall down into a spiral of unconsciousness, America's last words seemed to echo after her.

"Target has been acquired."


(Time-skip of 1 week)


Russia stood patiently outside of Germany's house as he listened and watched at two o'clock in the morning. Not a twitch or expression of discomfort was seen as the sun slowly showed its way above the horizon and the sounds of people starting their day drifted towards the concealed nation. Violet eyes patiently gazed at the house as though he could see into the house and the two occupants inside. The sun made its trek higher across the sky as Germany stepped out the house in his workout clothes off to take his morning jog and ignorant to the eyes watching him start his route. It would take Germany about two hours to complete fifty kilometers; plenty of time.

Prussia was frustrated with Germany, again. Ever since the Berlin Wall had fallen, Germany had taken very good care of him until he could stand on his own, carefully rebuilding his pride and old personality from when he had been the great Prussian Empire. Lately though, all Germany could talk about was that stupid North Italy. 'Italy did this, I can't believe Italy did that' to the point that it made Prussia nauseous. With his baby brother either fussing over the little nation or yelling at him to leave important 'nation' meetings, Prussia was back to being alone with nothing to do (since wasn't a nation and therefore had to stay home) and no one to talk (France was busy with his Englishman and Spain was busy with his Italian).

The ringing doorbell disturbed Prussia from his depressing thoughts as he almost leapt from the couch in barely contained excitement. Germany never let him open the door, something about his personality scaring off guests.

"Who dares to ring at the household of the great Prussia, the awesomest empire known to mankind- Russia!?"

Prussia quickly attempted to slam the door before he sprinted deeper into the house, the slamming of the door behind almost covered the quick tread of Russia's footsteps as he assumed chase. They ran recklessly through the house, slamming into walls, disturbing rugs, and breaking furniture as Russia slowly started gaining ground and Prussia became panicked. With a mighty leap, Russia finally tackled the terrified albino, pinning flailing limbs down in order to contain the colorfully swearing Prussian. He continued to struggle against the larger nation until, with a final tug, he shuddered and fell limp.

"Ah, so you have remembered who is in charge, da?" Rumbled a smirking Russia as he stood and gazed at the former nation cowering at his feet. Watching the smaller nation nod pathetically sent a rush of delight through his veins, an almost heady feeling as he lightly kicked Prussia in the side before barking at him to stand. "Answer me properly."

Instinctively averting his eyes from the towering figure before him, Prussia responded in a shaky voice.

"I know who is in charge Master Russia."


"Hey Italy, and.. the other Italy! I've got a fresh batch of California tomatoes I wanted you to try for me. I think they're some of my best yet."

The Italian brothers turned as one to see a cheerful America running with a huge wooden crate labelled 'Tomatoes' on the sides as well as a 'Caution: Fragile' on the top. Upon reaching them, America gently set the crate down and pried the lid off to reveal the mouthwatering tomatoes that gleamed a beautiful red under the light of the Mediterranean sun. Beaming in pride, America plucked out two tomatoes and handed it to each brother, yanking Romano into a firm one armed hug.

"Gaah! Let go of me bastard! I can't eat my tomato if you're choking you idiota!"

"Chill bro, I'm just being friendly. Aren't Europeans supposed to be okay with personal space?" protested America as he yanked Veneziano into a hug as well.

"Wow America! These tomatoes are really good! They'd make a good sauce in some pasta, maybe lasagna or spaghetti. Ooh, I could even make a pizza!"

The blond smiled in glee, eyes closed and the Italians held firmly against his side.

"I'm glad to hear that you like 'em."

"Che, it's alright. At least it's better than that crap you usually stuff your face-" Romano jerked within America's arm, his hands flying to clasp at his neck where a syringe was quickly being injected into the mouthy brunette. Veneziano was struggling against the hand holding a chloroform soaked towel against his face until he eventually came to a halt, slumped against the tall American as his sight slowly faded. He watched through hazy eyes as Russia seemed to emerge from the crate of tomatoes before everything went black.

Clambering out of the tomato crate that seemed to stain parts of his jacket like blood, he picked up one of the Italians and both superpowers tossed them unceremoniously into the crate. America eased the lid back on where it closed with the echo of a closing coffin.