Hello everyone, this is the last chapter! Thanks for reading and commenting! I love all of your reviews, the long and the short ones. Russia says thanks. -throws an apple at Lithuania- hahahaa I love scaring him :D Not many historical events in here, instead it's a lot more fluff ^_^ I've been wanting to write this chapter from the beginning and finally did! I'm not 100% happy with how it turned out, grr. Oh well. I love y'all :) Have fun!
Chapter 5 – May 1917
The alarm clock was ringing insistently, as the first minutes of 6am ticked away.
''Bloody hell, what is making that damn noise!?''
The aggravated yell echoed into the kitchen, where Russia was standing, gently pouring tea into two cups. He was whistling the Russian anthem and unhurriedly made his way to the bedroom, carrying a tray with breakfast.
He pushed the door open and changed the tune he was whistling to ''God save the Queen'', occasionally including a note or two of his own anthem.
England was barely comforted by his anthem and was burrowing into his pillow.
Sighing, Russia walked over to the window, smiled, and ripped open the curtains. Bright morning sunlight flooded in and England groaned.
''Time to wake up!'' Russia sounded almost cheerful in his torture of the stronger country. Ever since they had returned from Austria, he had been in a better mood, as though England had taken away the burden of his past. And maybe he had. Russia sometimes even managed to forget that there were still political troubles in his country, since he barely felt the impact of the unrest due to England's presence. Somehow, being with England made him feel safe, strong and needed. Not to mention horny.
''I don't want to...''
''I have tea-'' Russia began, setting his tray down on the bedside table.
''Where!?'' England was sitting upright in bed in a flash, scanning the room for the tea. His hair was dishevelled and his green eyes alert.
Russia, who had been up at least an hour, half of which he had spent watching England as he dreamed, couldn't resist him any longer. Without warning, he climbed onto the bed and sat on the wide-eyed England's hips, playful violet eyes amusedly gazing at England's face, half of which still had an imprint of his pillow.
''You don't want to get up? How about I make you.'' And Russia leaned down quickly, nearly smothering the smaller country with his weight, and kissed his parted lips. Russia let his mouth linger on England's for a second more, until England reacted passionately, arching upward to taste more of the other nation. Russia withdrew quickly, smiling gleefully as England groaned in frustration and let his sleepy head fall back down onto his pillow. Again, Russia dived down, placing two, three short, sweet kisses on England's lips, which had pulled into a frown. And again, England arched up, only to have Russia draw back, grinning shyly.
''Russia!'' England called in a tone that could nearly have been described as whining. ''Not fair!''
Russia, blushing, squirmed a bit where he was sitting on England's hips, rubbing against the blonde nation tantalizingly in the process.
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England moaned, Russia smiled, and climbed off him and the bed. God, Russia was such a tease.
''Breakfast. Now.'', the taller nation ordered with a playful glint in his violet eyes.
Knowing he had lost and wanting nothing more than get breakfast out of the way so that he could have Russia all to himself and... make sure Russia finished what he started, he sat up and reached for the tray.
Russia was already sipping his tea, which, England was sure, was laced with at least a shot of vodka.
He sniffed his own suspiciously and threw a glance at Russia, who gave him a grin that could have meant he should be afraid or that Russia was just playing with him. England hoped it was the latter as he took the first sip. It tasted just fine.
''Are you ready for the summit?'', Russia asked.
England sighed. ''Well, it will be hard to treat you as I did before we...'' He trailed off.
''...yes. Before we. It shouldn't be too hard.'' Russia cast down his eyes, making it hard to tell for England what he was feeling. The only thing he knew was the Russia was not happy about them having to be quiet about their new relationship. And he agreed. Neither was he, but they simply couldn't afford to upset the balance of power in Europe with the war still raging. It was impossible to gauge how the other nations would react to their countries'... closer relation than ever.
England reached over to Russia sitting on the edge of his bed and put a hand on his knee in quiet agreement.
''We'll manage, Russia, we always have.''
''...we have, but now it feels like you have never been gone, that there was never a time you were not right next to me, ready to catch me when I fall...'' Russia's voice sounded introspective, as though he was realising something important.
England leaned over and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing Russia tightly.
''Who said I won't be there? I will be with you and when you need me, I will be there.''
''I just wish we could tell the world'', Russia bit his lip and laid his head on England's shoulder.
Gentle fingers moved to his hair, caressing the soft strands. Russia felt more than heard England's soft sigh.
''Me too.''
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England had arrived at the summit first. He and Russia had agreed to arrive separately and at different times so that no nation would make the connection.
When Russia arrived, England was in a deep conversation with America. He looked up only briefly as Russia entered, giving him a short nod, but with his eyes sparking.
Russia could feel his face threatening to stretch into a smile and had to bite his lip. But he couldn't help but feel annoyed at how bright America's eyes were, how carefree his laugh was when he laughed at something England had said. Russia desperately wished he could simply walk over, sit on England and claim his mouth right there, in front of America, to show him, once and for all, that England was his.
America laughed again, this time with one of his trademark laughs. He clapped England on the back, grinning at him.
Russia clenched his jaw. He tried to convince himself that there was no reason to be jealous, but America just seemed so... close to England. Russia did not like it. He did not like it at all.
Forcing himself to look away and pretend not to care, Russia walked to his seat, his face betraying no emotion. He would show them.
...
Minutes later, America had taken control of the meeting again. ''The next point on our agenda is: Germany's two-front war!'', the tall nation was cheerfully announcing.
France raised a hand. ''A three-front war would be of great advantage to us, making Germany divide his troops into...''
Russia tuned the long-haired nation out in favour of glaring at America a bit. When he grew tired of cursing the stronger nation in his head, he went over to watching England take notes, oblivious to Russia's eyes on him. He looked so intellectual with his attention fully on France's speech and his pen hovering above the paper, ready to descend at any moment if an important idea had been voiced. Russia felt like reaching out across the distance and even tried to extend a leg under the table to touch England's, but the blonde nation was sitting two seats down, opposite of Russia and Russia's foot only bumped against Lithuania's accidentally as he withdrew it in disappointment.
Lithuania immediately looked around alertly, trying to discern who had just bumped feet with him and when he saw Russia's eyes fixed on him, he gave a small, involuntary squeak and cowered. Russia was surprisingly entertained by his reaction and proceeded to extend his leg again, kicking Lithuania under the table. Lithuania ''eep''ed and shot him another quick, scared glance, withdrawing his feet and legs to who-knows-where. Russia would have bet that the small nation was sitting on them. He grinned.
Just then, England looked over, assessing the situation in a glance. Lithuania shaking, Russia grinning.
England threw him a reproving glare before focusing on France again.
Russia's grin grew. England had paid attention to him. It had felt wonderful. Maybe he would do so again.
Ripping the corner off one of his papers, Russia crumbled it into a three small balls. Glancing at England, he threw one at Lithuania, who wanted to duck it but failed.
England was paying attention to France. Not one to gove up, Russia took another ball of paper.
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England was well aware that Russia was trying to get his attention, but honestly, hadn't they agreed to be inconspicous? Hadn't they-
Squeak.
That had been Lithuania. France paused and all nations present leaned over to see Lithuania tremble and Russia smile, eyeing three balls of paper he had most probably thrown.
England felt sorry for the small country and exasperated with Russia. He agreed, keeping their relationship a secret was hard, but that was no reason to scare an innocent nation. The other countries were too scared to do anything to help, fearing Russia's wrath. England sighed, coming to the shaking nation's rescue.
''Russia, stop throwing things at Lithuania, you are scaring him.''
Shocked silence.
If there had been crickets, they would have chirped.
America stared at England with his mouth open. ''Are you crazy?!'', he urgently whispered.
China looked concerned.
Estonia and Latvia were making frantic shushing motions with their hands.
Lithuania hyperventilated and ducked down in his chair as Russia looked over to England.
Slowly, all eyes turned to Russia, expecting the worst from the unhinged nation that Russia was in their eyes.
''Sorry, England, I... I guess I shouldn't have done that'', Russia said sheepishly, blushing a bit. England smiled.
All nations stared.
America shut his mouth first, only to open it again, like a fish out of water. ''The... the... England... Russia... what? ''
England rose from his chair to distract the flabbergasted nations. Meanwhile, Russia was giving him a look that made him want to find a broom closet, drag Russia in and... No! He had to concentrate!
''Well, now that I have all of your attention, this is a good moment to discuss the information Russia managed to gather while imprisoned in Austria, as well as for me to present the data concerning the German and Austrian military, which I received from our new ally, Italy.''
England attempted to sound calm and confident, to give the impression that really, nothing had happened (and yes, it had! Why couldn't he simply show them?), and slowly, the Allied Powers started focusing on what he was saying. America gave him a smile. England smiled tentatively back, catching Russia glancing between them with a frown on his face.
''Italy's second in-depth report will reach us shortly and meanwhile I would like to ask Russia to explain what he found out in Austria'', England finished.
''What I found out in Austria...'', Russia quietly repeated, an unreadable look on his face.
He rose and slowly walked around the table, toward England.
The nations shifted in their seats. Something was in the air.
England threw him a glance as Russia passed China and Estonia, which was answered by an intense gaze fixed on him and only him. England suddenly felt as though the uniform he was wearing was much too hot. And Russia... Russia looked like he was up to something.
Instead of stopping as he reached the head of the table, Russia kept stepping closer to England, making him take step after step backward in confusion. All the while, his eyes were trained on England, burning with intensity. England's eyes were shouting silent questions. They were in front of everyone and Russia backing England against the wall made the other nations whisper among themselves. What the hell was Russia doing?
England stopped, nearly backed against the wall, and urgently whispered, ''Russia-''
And Russia was on him. Arms wrapped around him fiercely, gathering him close, as he was backed up against the wall, with Russia's whole body to keep him in place. England struggled, wondering what had gotten into the taller nation, when Russia grabbed England's face and thoroughly kissed him, his power evident in the way he kept England from escaping.
For another moment, England resisted. Then, he closed his eyes, knowing that he could no longer deny anything. America, France, all his allies were seeing what had happened between Russia and him but, to be honest, England was happy. He had hated to pretend not to be involved with Russia, to deny their relationship. And this... simply felt so right. He began to stop caring that they were in public, kissing back enthusiastically. All he wanted right now was to finally feel Russia's mouth on his and his strong arms around him.
Another moment that lasted an eternity and then, Russia released him. They were both panting and behind them, the congress room was very quiet.
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Russia turned to the room. Everyone was in different stages of shock. Finally, Russia spoke.
''England wanted me to explain what I found out in Austria.''
Everyone blinked, having expected anything but that.
''That day in Austria...'', Russia paused and looked at England, who had been hiding behind him, blushing but pleased. Smiling, he stretched out his hand. England grasped it and stepped around the taller nation to stand at his side, his acceptance making Russia smile a smile of ridiculous, soaring pleasure.
Standing tall and proud in front of the Allied Powers with England at his side, Russia looked deep into his green eyes. Suddenly, he felt as though he was alone with him, as though there was no one else in the world. Seeing his reddened cheeks, the dishevelled hair and the eyes, those eyes that had melted his frozen heart in his dreams, eyes that were gazing up at him with such love, such acceptance- his chest constricted and a wondrous feeling welled up in him, filling him until it felt like it was going to burst out of him at any moment to envelop him in its jubilant, leaping lightness.
Letting that feeling bleed into his words, Russia turned to the world.
''That day in Austria... I found out that I can love.''
-The End-
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-Doitsu