So I know I was like there might not be another chapter today but I decided to write it anyways cuz Catherine was never on MSN to keep me entertained. T_T

Does anyone else have a friend that they enjoy bugging the crap out of? Well Catherine is that person U_U I go ubber sadist on her from time to time xD

Anyways, without further ado, Enjoy this awesome chapter!

"Yes Mattie. I'm sorry Mattie." America pushed the phone away from his ear as Canada resumed yelling at his brother and as amusing as it was, Russia could only glare. He hated America; he was the last person Russia wanted to have possession over his head. "I won't do it again, Mattie. I promise. I'm a selfish block head. Are you happy? Of course not…Look…there's something I need to do so we'll continue this later."

America hung up and threw the phone away. He looked at Russia and a grin appeared on his face. "With what should I start?" America asked himself. "What should I make you do?"

Russia continued glaring death at America. "Whatever you'll make me suffer now, I'll give it all back to you a thousand times harder and more." Russia hissed. "Just wait until I get my heart back."

America started jumping excitedly, "Oh my gosh! I just thought of it! Don't move!" America rushed off and soon came back with a maid outfit. "Put this on!"

Russia looked at it and at America with an expression of disgust. "Het." Russia replied bluntly.

"I have your heart! You need to do as I say!" America whined.

"Really? Where?" Russia asked.

"I'm not telling! I hid it somewhere!" America stated.

"Da, so I have nothing to fear. Actually I could beat the shit out of you now and get my heart back if I wanted." Russia added coldly. "But of course, you would run to where you hid my heart and threaten it again."

America angrily threw the maid outfit on the ground and stomped away. "If you leave my house I'll shoot your heart!" America warned. "I'm going to figure out how to get you to do whatever I want!"

"Good luck." Russia wished sarcastically. He made himself comfortable on America's sofa and opened the television.

America unburied the casket from his pile of clothes and unlocked it with the small key. Slowly, he raised the lid of the casket afraid of what the heart would look like judging by the way it smelled. Oddly enough, it looked as if it had just been ripped out of Russia's chest and it was still throbbing.

America carefully picked it up and examined it. Out of curiosity, he squeezed it lightly.

Russia suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest and stomped his foot on the ground out of surprise. He gripped his chest and choked a cry of pain.

America smirked at the sound of Russia's foot stomping the floor. He loosened his grip and looked at the heart again. What should I try now? He wondered.

America leaned into the heart and placed a soft kiss on it, not expecting anything in particular to happen. He waited but heard nothing. He starred at the heart wondering what else he could do to it that might make Russia listen to him.

"What if I bite it?" America wondered aloud. "Or is that just weird…?"

Abruptly, America's door flung open and in came a pissed off Russian. America's eyes widened.

"W-"

"What the hell did you do!" He hissed kneeling next to America.

"What do you mean-"

"Don't fucking play dumb with me!" Russia hissed leaning closer to America, a little too close. "You did something to my heart and now…"

America quickly hid Russia's heart under some clothes while he looked away.

"And now what?" America asked curiously.

"…My body craves you…" Russia grumbled angrily.

He tackled America to the ground and held him down as he kissed him lustfully. America had been too shocked by what Russia had said to react immediately. When he tried to fight back, it was already much too late. America's pants were already off and Russia was touching him in a rather pleasurable manner.

"H-hey! Stop that!" America squeaked as he repressed moans. "I-I'm the one in control! I'm the one who has your heart!"

"I'd stop if I could!" Russia growled. "But I have no control over my body anymore!"

Fuck! What do I do! America thought desperately. I don't want my first to be…HIM! Out of everyone!

Russia entered two fingers into America causing him to cry out in pain. "Ow! That fucking hurts! Stop it already!" America cried as he struggled by wiggling as much as he could.

The American ended up moaning in pleasure as Russia's skilled fingers brushed against America's sweet spot. Russia's had picked up on it and tried to stop himself but his body kept aiming for that specific area causing America to continuously moan in pleasure.

"Russia…" America breath, "Y-you…ngh…you really need to stop!"

Russia gritted his teeth, "I'm trying!" He said truthfully but another truth was that the desire of fucking America spread like a disease from his body to his soul. Russia was starting to agree with his body's actions and was starting to let it do as it pleased.

Russia added a third finger earning another cry of pain, but smaller than the first. He continued to hit America's prostate until he noticed that America was used to the three digits and added a fourth.

"OW, OW, OW, OW!" America cried arching his back. "You're fucking fisting me you commie bastard!"

"I can't help it!" Russia yelled back. "идиот! Do you think I'm enjoying this!"

"N-neh! You must be!" America retorted, "Judging by that!"

Russia blushed violently, he couldn't believe he was hard and yet, he could. Russia used the last of his sane mind to resist his body's urges but failed. He pulled out his hand and undid his pants releasing his large erection.

"Wow…I'm a little impressed…" America admitted frankly.

"Just like I am with yours?" Russia replied.

America blushed lightly, "It's not that big…"

"I never said it was." Russia pointed out.

America twitched in anger. "What the hell does that mean-"

Before getting his answer, Russia pushed his large erection into America's hole. Even if Russia had stretched him rather well, he was still tight, but Russia thought it felt nice.

America resisted as well as he could the moans that threatened to come out. "R-Russia…stop it!" America pleaded. "I-I'm supposed to be the one in power!"

"You're the one who provoked this." Russia stated. "I don't know what you did but assume your responsibilities."

Russia started thrusting in and out of America slowly at first, his body was being careful not to hurt him too much. When Russia's thrusts became faster and deeper, America couldn't resist his moans anymore. He moaned against his will at the unwanted pleasure that he tried so desperately to ignore.

"You sound like such a whore." Russia grunted coldly.

"That fucking sucked." America complained as he grabbed his pants and put them back on.

"You weren't such a bad fuck." Russia admitted.

"Don't say it as if you've done that so many times before!" America barked.

"I have."

"Liar."

"What makes you think that?" Russia asked. "Or are you saying that because you are…were a virgin?"

America remained slumping in a corner, not answering. Russia started to chuckle mockingly. As he was doing that, America reached under a pile of clothes and grabbed Russia's heart. He squeezed it demonically tight and Russia immediately stopped laughing as he choked a scream of pain and gripped his chest.

"G-gah! A-America!"

"Laugh at me will you?" America grumbled to himself as he continued to squeeze the heart. "I'll teach you what happens."

Russia slumped on the floor holding his chest. "A-America! Stop it!" Russia choked.

America's grip loosened as he turned to face Russia. "Hey…who was your first?" He asked curiously.

"Why do you want to know?" Russia wheezed. America threatened to squeeze his heart again. "Okay, okay. It was Mongolia."

"Wow really?" America asked scooting closer. "I thought you hated him." Then again, you hate everyone but your sisters…

"I do." Russia answered sitting up properly.

"Then why was he your first?"

"He raped me." Russia answered bluntly.

America found himself speechless; he was going to apologize but decided against it. "Why?"

"Aren't you curious?" Russia stated before answering. "He tried invading me."

"But…why?" America asked confused.

"I don't know." Russia admitted. "Lands? Self satisfaction? Whatever it was, it doesn't justify why he invaded."

"Why would any one do that?" America mumbled to himself. "That's just horrible!"

"Why did you do it?" Russia asked in return.

"What I've never-"

"1812." Russia reminded.

America growled and looked away, "That was different and I didn't rape Mattie!" America defended.

"It doesn't mean you didn't hurt him." Russia stated. "If it wasn't physical or sexual, it sure as hell was emotionally and mentally."

America squeezed Russia's heart quickly in revenge for what the other had said. "Don't talk to me about that! You're so much worse than I am!" America pointed out.

"Am I? What do you call what you're doing now?" Russia asked.

America looked at Russia's heart and back at him frowning. "You're not going to get me to give it back to you." America stated.

"Damn." Russia laughed.

"When did you rip it out anyways?"

"After Mongolia raped me." Russia answered standing.

America felt sorry for Russia. No matter how long he hated the other country or how long they've been fighting, he truly felt sorry for what he had gone through.

"Where you going?" America mumbled as Russia passed through the door.

"Home. This game has gone on for long enough and I'm tired."

America glared up at Russia and squeezed his heart again, having Russia stop and fall to his knees clutching his chest. "No! You're staying here! I'm not done with you!" America started. "My first plan backfired on me, but now I have another idea!"

"What? Are you going to constantly squeeze my heart so I act like a loyal dog?" Russia asked angrily.

"Yes."

So I didn't think I was going to write a sex scene in this story anytime soon, but I did xD I guess it just happened xD

America's curiosity took a turn for the worse and the reason why Russia pulled out his heart is revealed D:

But that really had nothing to do with the main plot of the story which will go on for much longer than 4 chapters XD

So I'm going to start concentrating on WWIII, there's some German dialec I have yet to use...

SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER OR IN ANOTHER ONE OF MY STORIES!