Prussia's POV

Russia hit the ground of the penthouse. i smiled and placed his pipe on a counter. My eyes looked upon the unconscious country, no jabs of guilt hitting me.

"Oh Russia, you're so cute when you're unconscious," I whispered as I knelt down and brushed the hair out of his face. He looked so different. He looked, calm, happy. Every time I saw him, which wasn't often, he was always so tense and the smiles that he throws around are so fake I can't believe no one notices.

You couldn't blame him. He had a harsh upbringing and has more enemies then I doe toes and fingers. If he ever relaxed, it would just all over-whelm him.

I sighed. This was the only way. I couldn't tell him my feelings because I'm too awesome to talk about them. However, even someone as strong and amazing as me can't ignore their feelings, so I couldn't help but cause this event.

I don't understand why he doesn't show signs of attraction towards me. I'm as strong as him, and even more awesome.

"You are mine," I purred and picked him up in my arms bridal style. I walked out the door, feeling more happy then I'd ever been in my entire life.

Russia's POV

My eyes snapped open and I automatically went to the offense. I remembered being hit on the head with something. My pipe, I thought. I looked around. I was in a... beach house? I could see the ocean from where ever I was. I knew I was still in Italy, because it wouldn't have been possible to sneak an unconscious person onto a plane and/or train, especially a full-grown man.

I shivered. Its cold in here... I thought. Wait, my coat! I looked at myself to find me shirtless, scarf-less, and of course, coat-less. I saw them hung up on a chair across the room.

my eyes observed the room. It was a good sized room with a sofa, a chair and a table. It was plain, which irritated me. Without even the slightest detail in this room, I couldn't tell who I was up against, or even what kind of person.

I tried my hands. Hand-cuffed, as well as my feet bound. I was pleased that nothing covered my mouth. I wasn't going to cry out. Why give them the satisfaction? I calmly waited for who knows how long.

Finally, I heard footsteps coming towards me. "Ah, awake are we?" I heard a german accented voice call to me. I didn't reply. I knew who it was. It wasn't Germany, not his style. It was Prussia.

I sighed, furious with myself. I can't believe I let myself get taken by Prussia, I thought angrily.

Prussia bent over and kissed me on the cheek. I immediately swiped his feet out from underneath him. "Don't touch me if you wish to live," I told him calmly.

He stood up and winced, using his left leg for support. He looked at me relaxed, then suddenly lashed out with his fist, clipping me below the eye. I didn't flinch. I was actually surprised that he was being so, mature. He was usually loud and arrogant, almost like America. The only thing with America was that he knew what lines not to cross.

"Show me respect and you'll see less of my fist!" He barked.

"I am quite curious, Prussia," I replied, amused. "What is going on?"

He glared at me, but after a minute it softened. "It's simple, Russia. This was the only way to get you to myself. No one can find you, and no one would expect the awesome Prussia. I'm better at hiding my emotions then you think. I've been planning this for a while now, with no one suspicious of what I was doing. I placed you in the hotel. I made sure that the conference was in Rome. I made sure to get a beach house with no permanent neighbors." He informed me.

"Impressive," I said with approval. He really did his research. Ever since I woke up, I haven't heard or seen another person. He was also right about no one thinking it was him. While the other countries accused each other of taking me, Prussia could take me anywhere.

"Now," He said and picked me up with most difficultly. "Let me show you to our room."

Our room? I thought with disgust. This little bastard is as messed up as France,I will not be sharing a room with him, much less a bed.

He carried me down a hallway and entered the last room on the left. It was a nice room. A king sized bed was in the middle with a love seat at the foot. There was a wardrobe made of a fine, dark wood to the right. A flat screen hung on the wall on the left, an electronic fireplace below it.

He threw me on the bed. "Let;s get started, shall we?" Prussia got onto the bed and crawled towards me. I could move. He had me tied up well.

I turned my head away from the smaller country. However, he shoved me onto my back and crawled on top of me. I could see the lust in his red eyes. He smashed his lips against mine, greedily. I tried to get the country off me, but me hands were bound tightly behind my back. The only thing I could do was watch, helplessly