This chapter was written by OOOOOOOOOOOOOm. It is rated M. It contains swearing, smutt, yaoi, and psudo-incest.
Latvia stood with Estonia in the small hallway, mouth watering. He couldn't help it with Estonia's eyes, his hair...his fucking ASS. He was just so HOT.
"Things are so much better," Estonia continued happily. "Now that Russia and I are together. I mean, look at our new room!"
He opened up the door in front of them, showing a luxurious room with a big bed and a giant canopy over top.
Estonia walked in with a smile, laying sprawled out happily in the middle of the bed. "This is the life, Latvia, I tell you."
Latvia couldn't help himself. He quickly went over, trying desperately to reconsider what he was doing... Oh, who gives a fuck?
He crawled on top of Estonia, who now opened his previously closed eyes with shock.
Latvia smiled, the first time in a long time, pulling off Estonia's shirt while the older boy just gaped in shock. Smiling wider at the small reaction, Latvia massaged Estonia's nipples roughly, licking up and down his chest. He removed the rest of the nation's clothing, grabbing Estonia's backside as he flipped him over, shoving his length in.
Latvia built up a rythym as Estonia failed to chock out a "get off me."
Sadly, it didn't matter once he felt two hands on his shoulders, cold, tense, and angry.
Surprisingly though, he didn't quit screwing Estonia, but rather got dragged into the hallway as he tried to continue to thrust into his new lover.
"What...happened to you?"
Even Romano's jaw dropped when the beat up Latvia walked into the 'I Love My Brother' club.
Latvia stood, black and blue, sighing brokenly...before cracking a giant smirk. "I fucked Estonia."
Belarus scanned him with a light, uncaring gaze, her voice flat. "Russia got you."
Latvia huffed. "Who cares? I finally fucked Estonia!"
Belarus rolled her eyes as some congratulated him and others shook their heads. But it didn't matter.
Now it was America's turn.