Okay so here's chapter 3! The big lemon is in this chapter! And any words in Russian from this point on will have the English words in bold directly underneath them.

Chapter 3: A Transformation and a New Personification

I rearranged myself and ran for my room to gather all my money. I didn't even pause to think about clothing. I was running away to Russia with Ivan! I didn't give a damn about taking clothes!

Before I knew it Ivan and I were on a private jet bound for Moscow. Once the plane landed the next thing I knew was ripping my clothing off and was in no more than my bra and panties within moments pinned to the bed by the large Russian.

Ivan dove in to kiss me. I instantly opened my mouth for him there was no need for "asking" this time. His lips wandered down to my collar bone then to where the fabric still hid my small -but well shaped- breasts from him. Ivan daftly fumbled with the bra clasp before unlatching it and gaining access to his goal. Ivan slip the panties down and cast them to the floor. I tugged down his boxers and threw them aside as well. Ivan ran his large, gentle hands down my sides admiring my body while I squirmed at his touch. He stooped and with a warm, wet tongue licked from my hips, up my abdomen, then to my breasts where he took one of my nipples into his mouth and began to lightly nip and suck at it. I moaned and ran my hands through his silvery blonde hair. He switched to the neglected side to give it the same treatment.

"Ivan," I moaned his name. I could feel pressure inside me building. He was causing me to lose my mind. Instinct took over my body.

I reached up with my legs and forced Ivan down. His face crashed into my breasts. Ivan slithered up my body and I could feel his hard erection. He leaned in and I drew him into yet another long passionate kiss.

"It's not to late to turn back," Ivan whispered huskily.

"There is no turning back," I replied.

Ivan entered me slowly, gently thrusting at first.

"Ivan, faster," I moaned.

He thrusted harder and faster.

"Are you ready?" Ivan asked, pausing his thrusting.

I nodded - to pleasured to even speak.

Ivan gave a rough, fast thrust. I winced a bit from pain but pleasure soon filled me. The pleasure didn't last long for soon my body began to ache all over. I felt something like a cold hand reach into my chest and pull something out. New words -no a new language- flooded my mind. I'd never felt such immense pain. Why was this happening to me? What was happening to me? I felt Ivan pull out of me and I immediately double up onto myself. I pried my eyes open and saw Ivan looking very happy yet in pain as well.

Why is he happy? Is he glad I'm in pain? I thought he loved me…

I clamped my eyes shut again and involuntarily clutched my hands into fists around my hair.

"Это будет хорошо" I head him whisper as he wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him.

It will be alright. He said it will be alright.

At that I blacked out from the immense pain.

When I woke up I was still in the balled up position I had been in last night, and Ivan's arms were still wrapped around me. I stretched my legs out.

Wait… I shouldn't be able to touch his feet with my feet if my is under his chin…

"Доброе утро, моя любовь," Ivan whispered when he realized I was awake.

Good morning, my love,

"Доброе утро," I replied.

Good morning,

"Вы хотите, чтобы душа?" Ivan inquired

Do you want to shower?

"да," I answered as I climbed out of the bed quickly.

Yes,

Are my breasts bigger?

This apparently prompted him to chase me. We circled around the room twice before he caught me and carried me into the bathroom bridal style.

One whole wall of the bathroom was a giant mirror. I froze when I caught sight of myself when Ivan sat me down. There was no mid-back length, wavy, brown hair. There were no green eyes. This woman in the mirror wasn't me. She was tall, had at least D cup breasts, straight silver-blonde hair a few shades lighter than Ivan's that went to her butt, and bright purple eyes. When I moved she moved.

This is me now… what happened to me?

"Ivan, what happened last night?" I inquired.

I've been speaking Russian…

Ivan walked up behind me and hugged me from behind then rested his head on my shoulder.

"When I broke you, you became one with Russia, da? And when that happened you couldn't stay Arkansas so you body changed and you became part of Russia. As for Arkansas it was a new personification my now," Ivan explained.

I nodded.

It's meant to be this way. Now I can be with Ivan all I want.

I smiled.

"Now how about that shower?"~Alfred's POV~

Time: 2 a.m.

I heard screaming coming from upstairs.

That's Russian bastard had better not have hurt Grace!

I ran towards the sound. It was coming from Grace's room, but it sounded like a man screaming.

I slammed open the door and froze.

On Grace's bed sat what looked like a boy version of Grace.

"Who the hell are you?!" I asked him.

The boy stared at me as if he was hurt.

"My name's Hunter. I'm Arkansas," He answered.

I stood there in shock.

This means that Russia broke Grace. If there's a new personification that means… she's dead.

"A-Alfred?" Hunter spoke up.

I ran over and hugged the boy who reluctantly hugged back.

I will treat him right! I won't let him have any reason to run away!

Yay! I finished Chapter 3! I use google translate since I'm only fluent in one language, English. Please review and tell me what you think. This was the first Lemon I've ever written so I apologize if it sucks… see you next chapter!