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Content Warning: Sexual Content and Depictions of Violence, courtesy of Belarus and her knives

Part 3: The One Where England Recieves Russia For Secret Santa

This part is based off of Prompt 14: Handmade of Prompts and Short Stories (Special England) by StarryLittleThing on AO3

"England always liked sewing. Especially sewing flowers! They were just so colorful and beautiful. So it wasn't really surprising that he gave Russia a scarf with sunflowers on it during the Secret Santa organized by the countries. It was a long and studious making, but, when he saw the childish smile his colleague gave back, the English nation couldn't help but think it was worth it."

Summary: If Belarus expected a happily ever after, after her fairytale esq kiss she received on the beach, she would be sorely mistaken. Because England isn't Prince Charming and she isn't Cinderella.

Or where Belarus and England learn that love is about compromise although old habits die hard and stigmas are even harder to get rid of.

All the while the nations get ready for their annual Secret Santa Gift Exchange!

Part 3: Chapter 1: A Midnight Kiss and A Quick Fix

World Meeting Day 3 before Belarus and England meet on the beach the first time.

The next day England was barely paying attention to the meeting. The Italy brothers were discussing retreat tactics for if the world descended into the madness that would be WWIII but he didn't care about that. He was gingerly touching the cover of the worn leather of the crime novel Belarus had given him. Inside, was the rose. He mulled it over and over in his mind.

She gave you a rose; it means she has romantic feelings for you. Do something about it!

But it could've been a mistake.

She broke up with Lithuania, this is your chance!

England looked at Belarus, she'd glanced at Lithuania. Her dirty blonde strands draped gracefully over her shoulders. Her dress was a bright yellow that was a great contrast with her midnight blue eyes and navy blue bow.

The dress showed a bit of her bare midriff, and England was reminded of her toned stomach in her two piece bikini. England was sure the woman dressed that way on all of their World Meeting/ Summer Vacations, but it amazed him that he'd never noticed before.

So much of her bare skin had been exposed.

He wanted to touch her smooth looking, milky white, blemishless skin. It took everything in him not to touch her then, even when she was rubbing sunscreen on him. He'd dreamed and fantasized about Belarus and himself being intimate before but her light touches had only strengthened those fantasies.

England caught her gaze and then he looked away. Belarus had broken up with Lithuania so this only meant things were in his favor.

Or they weren't in anyone's at all.

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The present: Part 2 ending

He closed his eyes upon their lips meeting for the first time. He felt his heartbeat increase, causing even more blood to rush to his face and chest.

Belarus rested her hands on his shoulders, he could feel a slight pressure as she squeezed, and dug her nails into his shoulder blades. It only increased the burning sensation all over his skin. England rested his hand on her hip, the other hand on her cheek, feeling the smoothness of her skin against his fingertips. Her lips felt as soft as he assumed they were upon first gazing his eyes upon them. Heat radiated off in waves between them and he could hear what sounded like a moan escape her throat. He could feel her hands travel down his back, her fingers dipping in the crux of his spine. He made a sound similar to hers, hungry for more tastes of her skin and eager to hear more sounds of pleasure escape her.

England was then suddenly struck with the need to breathe.

An audible smack from their lips disconnecting was heard as England pulled his lips back from Belarus's. He blinked his eyes open, and so did she. Tingles traveled down his spine, as he moved away from her, panting a bit. He looked over to see Belarus panting as well, eyes wide and cheeks rosy red, although she had turned her attention outward towards the waves. He was surprised to have given such a passionate kiss to Belarus of all people and to have it reciprocated with the same amount of fervour.

He wanted more, but he knew he was lucky enough to have just gotten that from her. He turned his attention back towards the waves then too and calmed down considerably. He'd kissed Belarus under the stars, on a beach, as if he were the lead in some kind of cheesy romantic comedy but there was no way that could be true.

And then suddenly, Belarus gripped his arm, pulling him up with her. She started pulling him along the beach's shore. "H-hey!? What are you doing?!" England panicked, stumbling forward after her. She didn't say anything amongst his protests, so he reluctantly went along with her.

They ultimately arrived at her hotel room.

"We are going to fuck." She stated bluntly as she turned to him. Her back was to the door. She opened it from behind and walked backward into the room. Her blue eyes locked onto his with an intensity in what could only be described as "bedroom eyes."

"W-wait I–w-what? But you–." England started sputtering before he let out a breath to calm himself. "Alright then, if that's what you want." England said walking in after her before shutting the door after himself. He hoped he could hide how eager he actually was.

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Once he'd shut the door, Belarus pushed him back against it, grabbing his face and bringing their lips together again. He gripped her waist and pulled her even closer to him, pressing their bodies together. All he could feel was heat, and Belarus's tongue in his mouth, and then the sudden need to breathe again.

Belarus pulled away from him, her face as red as his probably was. She pulled off her dress, exposing her toned stomach and slim waist, before throwing it aside with a careless toss. He started unbuttoning his shirt as Belarus started walking back towards her hotel bed, with a swaying of her hips that he wasn't sure was intentional or not, before sitting on its edge to take off her sandals. England by then had taken off his shirt and was kicking off his shoes as he approached her. He pulled down and shrugged out of his cargo shorts.

They were both now in their underwear, and England couldn't actually believe he'd gotten this far. She was still sitting on the bed and he stood over her. He met her midnight blue eyes, and felt that he should check again just to make sure.

"Are you sure this is what you want because I really don't want to get stabbed again." She reached up and grabbed his arm, pulling him down onto the bed with her. "Whoa!"

He braced himself, hands on either side of her, their faces nose to nose, her legs on either side of him.

"Does that answer your question?" She said, eyes half lidded, and he took a moment to appreciate the fact that he would be able to touch her milky white skin, and that his eyes would be able to see what he'd fantasized about for months now. He kissed her again, before he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, before tossing it aside. He groped her right breast and was invigorated at being able to swallow her moans, knowing that he did that to her. In response she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down with her. The pain of her nails digging into his back was a bit more intense. Her hair lightly tickled his shoulder as she'd buried her face there. The soft press of burning kisses she left on his neck, he did catch a few whispers of his name.

"England, England."

He maneuvered her underwear from around her thighs before those too were tossed aside.

He lined himself up with her entrance and rocked his hips, she hadn't made any sounds of protest so he kept the pace he was going. He braced himself above her, fingers interlaced with hers on either side of her head but didn't look into her eyes; he didn't believe he'd be able to handle her blank staring at this particular moment. Or maybe he was just scared of what he'd find if he looked.

So England just focused on the immense pleasure he felt from being able to be this intimate with someone so previously unreachable. It gave him the same excitement as though he'd conquered a village or tamed a savage beast. To finally have the object of his desires in a way that radiated heat and friction, it just felt so freeing to him; he'd been wound up so tight before. She gripped his hands extremely tight, but that pain was overshadowed by pleasure, as he increased his pace.

He'd heard her saying something but wasn't really paying attention, the closeness of his oncoming orgasm, being more pressing at the moment.

Yes, yes, yes.

Soon he tensed before waves of pleasure coursed through him, he'd assumed her name fell from his lips, and then he felt a bit drowsy.

He opened his eyes and met hers, they were not blank. They were sparkling, wide and hopeful brimming with love. Her cheeks were pastel pink with blush. "I love you England. And what you'd said before meant a lot to me."

England blinked, and was struck with the realization of what he'd just done. Of what all of this meant, the haze of lust he had for Belarus had been lifted and was replaced with bone chilling fear. His arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her, his head resting on her chest.

She wrapped her arms around him, now feeling more like a bind instead of an embrace. He didn't have the energy to move or try to get away, as goosebumps pricked up his spine. She brushed her fingers through his hair, "I want you to marry me. But not now, we can rest now." She said, her voice soft, but piercing just the same.

And as the edges of sleep tugged on him, he realized he'd just made a huge mistake. Before, he had been blindly chasing after Belarus having not thought about the repercussions of her actually having feelings for him. He didn't think he'd actually be able to achieve this, believing Belarus was purely Russiasexual and insane.

But now he'd made Belarus fall in love with him and all of the behaviors she'd shown for Russia would undoubtedly fall to him.

Oh shite. And in that moment something had to be done.

A/N: Welcome back folks for part 3! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

I wanted to keep it not too explicit because of my inexperience in writing this kind of stuff. I was going to imply it at first but honestly this helps the story later down the line.

Thank you for reading! Criticism welcome.