Okay…the votes have been tallied and…RusChina won. YAY, BENDED YAO :D When it comes to Yao-Yao's bended name, it'll stay Yao :/ I dunno, I guess I'm a purist. So, I thought I'd take a sadistic/boo-hoo-crai-crai twist (hell, people know me well enough) for the angst whores. Of course, what's a fic with Russia without angst, tears, and China? Well, it wouldn't have Russia in it then, now would it? So, you'll see the couple Spamano as the reoccurring voting couple, because it tied with the not-so-popular-apparently Franada. READ THE STORY ALREADY, DAMMIT.

Bruising kisses scaled down her throat, cold, hard lips nipping and suppressing the small Chinese woman writhing in a tall Russian's arms. Sighs passed her lips, along with a few muttered curses and scolding words for his roughness. The Russian smirked, pulling her tight against his chest, running his fingers across silk fabric.

It was wrong, wasn't it? She always turned to him, every time, seeking a comfort only Ivan could give. He was younger than her, her age almost double to his…but, with those skilled hands, scorching lips, and soaring height, it really made one wonder if he was lying about the age on his license…it made her silent in contemplation, her eyes distant.

He brought her chin to his hands, leveling their gaze, deceivingly pure eyes scanning her features. "Jao…what's wrong, hmm..?" he murmured to her, pressing lips to her temple, the bafflingly gentle side of the tall Russian smoothing his features. He cupped her cheek, realization hitting him like a freight train.

"This is wrong…so wrong…" Yao muttered, pristine tears pooling in her eyes and chest. His eyes widened, wildly searching her face for the familiar affection and pleasure that clouded her vision. The crestfallen look on her face, though, only gave way to pain, tears running down her cheeks like little tracks.

Slowly, her eyes locked with his, and he felt her wrap arms around his neck, sobbing into his chest, the sound of crying so familiar, yet so foreign to his ears…all he could do was hush her, cradle her to his chest, say "everything is alright", stroke her hair, and run through a list of what might be able to comfort her in this cold place—in his cold arms.

"No…no Ivan…I-I'm fine, alright? I'm fine…everything's okay…" Yao choked out, broken sobs slowly turning into sniffles and hiccups, feeling her clothing being shed, stormy eyes understanding what he can do, hands wandering aimlessly to find her a source of comfort.

Slowly but surely, hips connected, gasps for air filled the room, a gentle rocking was heard, and soon the crying was gone, only the gentle drip of rain outside and the blissful cries now leading them.

Even if it's wrong…he could make it so right.

You guys must really hate me right now…and you rightfully should. REALLY behind on the deadline (; A;) don'tkillmeplease. Reviews are nice, and remember to vote you guys! Voting ends 6/01/10 because I need more time for votes. Couples are:

Fem!RomanoxSpain

Fem!JapanxGreece

Fem!KoreaxChina (For A Bleach-Drinking Hetalian)