Disclaimer~ I do not own these characters! Though I wish I did!!
OK, So Chapter 4! GO ME! ok, I KNOW I'm bing mean to Canada....but....i need it that way for chapter 5, the best chapter o.o, well only cause it has lemon BUT STILL! And YES I am totally Crazy but you luves me anyway da~~ review or I'll send Russia after you ^//^
Russia handed Canada a cup of orange juice and sat him on his bed, getting a glare in the progress "Go on drink up~" he smiled "We don't want to be parched and have to stop in the middle of 'talking' to get a drink right?"
Canada growled "What do you WANT anyway?" He hissed through gritted teeth after he downed the full glass. Russia sat next to him and smiled softly at him. He looked at him suspiciously but ignored it in favor of paying attention to the sudden lightheadedness he was feeling.
"You Matvey~" he purred in his ear before biting it softly. nibbling on the shell, causing Canada to flinch.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!" He yelped, and tried to get away, but Russia wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into his lap before he could "LET ME GO YOU PERVERT! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE TOUCHING ME NOW LET GO BE-" Russia rolled his eyes and kisses him, slipping his tongue into the mouth open from the cut off talking. He pulled him closer, exploring the younger man's mouth. Running a hand down his back he could feel the Canadian relax a little, from both the gentle touch and the alcohol from his drink... Russia pulled away a bit after for air.
"Don't talk like that. It reminds me of England and it does not suit you. So stop." he said almost demanding. He smiled as the Canadian nodded and leaned over and licked his curl, reciving a large shudder. He pulled it softly, managing to pull a softly groan from the others lips. Canada then came back to reality and pulled away and ran towards the door.
"DON'T TOUCH ME! EVER AGAIN!" He cried out and left, nearly running over a confused Kumojiro, who looked at him
"Who are you?"
"Canada!" He cried, picking him up and running to his room, cuddling up to his furry friend after locking the door.
England sighed as he finished folding his laundry he had finished washing and went to his room and put them into his suitcase. It had been a long day and he looked about the room he was staying in "What a mess.....how did this happen in only a day?" he pondered to himself and cleaned up a bit. He made the bed before lying on it and looking over at the TV, turning it on to the weather channel. He couldn't understand most of it, but from what he did it said that Him and Mattie were going to be stuck there for a while. He groaned and got up, and left his room, walking around absent mindlessly. He didn't even notice the large Russian man standing in his path and walked flat into him, stumbling back a bit "YOU GIT! WHY DO YOU JUST POP OUT OF NO WHERE AND STARTLE PEOPLE LIKE THAT! DON'T YOU HAVE ANY "RESPECT I MEAN REALLY I...." The English man continued to rant at a confused Russia.
"He really does get that mouth from your influence..." he sighed at the angry nation before shoving the bottle of vodka practically down his throat and making him drink some before drinking some himself "You need to relax da~ and stop being a whiny bitch da~" He smiled at the coughing Brit before him.
"Y-ou -cough cough- B-Bastard! -cough-" He choked. Russia smiled and walked away, leaving him to regain his composure. England glared at his back as he walked away, still holding his chest and coughing up a lung. He soon regained his ability to breathe and stood up, wiping tears from his eyes "Bloody git..." he growled, feeling quite a but tipsy then. He wandered around bored, giggling at random things he saw. America walked up to him with a raised eyebrow.
"You ok Arthur?" He asked when the Brit latched onto him, giggling loudly.
"Pshh~ Ya stupid git of course -hic- I'm fine hehe -hic-" England laughed, poking America's nose. America smirked and leaned down and kissed him, not very suprised to find he started to kiss back 'Always easy to take advantage of when he's drunk...' he though, smirking into the kiss before licking the Brit's lips, asking for entrance, which he quickly got. He explored his mouth, tasting the strong vodka still lingering on his tongue. He slid his hands down England's back then up his shirt, grabbing one of his nipples between his fingers and tweaking with them. But this caused England to snap more sober and push him away, instantly in freak out mode, again "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!" He yelled at him, getting a dark and perverted smile back, causing him to shudder and run.
"I'll get you soon~" America sang after him, but turned and walked away.