I don't feel like saying much so I'm just going to apologise for a shitty chapter U_U I don't like it but I won't re-write it...

Anyways, I'm using that word to often again ):

But whatever, Enjoy!

America woke up moaning lightly. There was some weight on him that was shifting and rubbing against some parts of himself. His eyes fluttered open, finding himself face to face with Russia. America blushed violently and kicked the man off him.

"What the hell are you doing!" He shrieked as Russia fell on the floor.

"Bastard…" Russia hissed. "What do you think?"

America noticed that, on the far end of his bed, laid Russia's heart. America figured he had just woken up, when Russia was trying to get his heart back and felt lucky. He quickly grabbed Russia's heart and held it tightly for revenge.

"I'm going to have to lock you in your room." America grumbled as he squeezed Russia's heart.

Russia was slamming his head against the floor, trying to forget the pain that was erupting from his chest. "I…am…going to…kill you…" Russia hissed glaring at America.

"There's some blood leaking from your forehead." America pointed out.

"I know." Russia glared.

America chuckled and loosened his grip on Russia's heart. "Now make me-"

Russia immediately jumped on America, trying to get his heart back. America tried pushing Russia away with one hand and held the heart as far away as he could from Russia.

"Get off me!" America cried.

"Give me my damn heart back!" Russia growled.

Just then, Canada, who had been very angry at his brother just the other day, walked in the room.

"Um…"

Canada vision:

There's America…and Russia…America's ass is leaning into Russia's crotch…. Russia managed to pin one of America's arms down… America is making a series of sounds…

"I'll come back later." Canada concluded closing the door.

"You're the best brother ever." America said with a sarcastic tone. "You let me fight off Russia, almost costing me my life…and you don't help me."

"It didn't really look like that…" Canada mumbled sipping on some Tim Horton coffee.

America blushed and frowned deeply. "Well it was that!"

"I never said the contrary." Canada continued mumbling.

"Psh! Why would I have sex with him?" America defended with a nervous laugh.

"Sex? Who said anything about sex?" Canada asked monotone.

"N-not me! Hahaha!" America stuttered followed by another nervous laugh.

"You're an idiot." Russia insulted.

"And you, a rapist." America retorted.

"So you did have sex." Canada concluded in an unsurprised tone.

"W-what! No! He raped me!" America corrected.

"That's not what you were moaning last night." Russia smirked. "What was it? Harder! Harder Russia!"

America's face was flushed. "Shut up! I never said that!"

"Mhm." Canada mumbled unconvinced.

"It's true!"

"I never said the opposite." Canada pointed out.

"You don't sound like you agree with me!"

"Is that so?" Canada asked.

"Yes! You're doing it again!" America cried.

"Is all you can do is whine?" Russia asked annoyed yet amused with America.

"Shut up!"

"No thank you."

"It wasn't an option."

"Of course it wasn't…" Canada mumbled.

"Who's side are you on!" America yelled.

"Sorry," Canada sighed and placed his Tim Horton cup on the table before him. "You just haven't explained to me yet why Russia is here, why you stole his heart and why you left the meeting."

"Well…Russia is my slave now…so that's why he's staying here." America explained badly.

Canada sighed and looked at Russia, almost bored, "What happened?" He asked Russia.

"He stole my heart." He answered.

"So he really did hun?"

"Yes, that's what I told you!" America grunted.

"It's hard to believe someone like you." Canada said. "You make up things too many times, like your conspiracy theories."

"Just because I can't prove them doesn't make them fake!" America defended.

"The point is," Canada continued, "I'd believe someone like Russia over someone like you. I just have a hard time believing that this happened, I thought Russia hated you."

"I still do." Russia pointed out.

"Then that's a weird relationship but nothing uncommon in these times." Canada sighed.

America then realised that Canada thought he and Russia were in a romantic relationship and hadn't realised that Russia's heart was literally his. "No bro, it's just-"

"Please, no details." Canada pleaded, raising his hand as a sign for America to stop.

The conversation ended there, America thought it would be best for him to just think he was in a relationship with Russia. It would help to keep his secret.

Canada had brought back Tony and had yelled at him some more about ruining the meeting and how he wasn't allowed to come to the next one. America had asked how he would know what was going on with the world and Canada replied that everyone voted that he would bring the American the notes back. America pouted for a little but was schooled again and was reminded about the lecture he had received seconds ago.

Once Canada had finished informing his troublesome brother about a few things, he left pretending not to have heard America offer him to stay for dinner. If Canada would have, he would have had to cook, which is something the tired, angry, annoyed Canadian didn't want to do.

"Well, looks like you're going to cook some lunch for the both of us." America announced in a failed superior tone.

"Het, I will not." Russia retorted.

"Gah! I'm the master! You're going to obey me!" America whined.

"Het."

America glared at Russia grinding his teeth together. He made a sudden dash out of the kitchen, heading upstairs. Russia immediately ran after him, knowing well that America was after his heart and would torture him until he would agree to make lunch. Russia lunged at America, grabbing his ankle as they climbed the stairs. America tripped but kicked himself out of Russia's grip and continued his way up the stairs, heading to his room.

America made it to his room, Russia dead on his heels. The blonde hero dove into his room, and grabbed Russia's heart from under his pillow. Russia froze as America turned around and showed him his heart. With an evil smirk he asked:
"You're going to make lunch now, right?"

"Bastard."

"Right?" America repeated.

Russia growled and stomped away. America grinned proudly as he slipped out off his bed, keeping Russia's heart with him just in case he'd try something funny.

Russia began cooking some Russian meal, but poorly since, he was not a good cook. He always had his sisters or a satellite country take care of it for him. The food came out as near ashes served on a very white plate. America looked at it in disgust and then at Russia.

"You never said it had to be good." The Russian pointed out.

"At least make it edible." America complained. "You're going to have to eat some of this too…"

"Whatever, just eat." Russia growled.

"Don't order me around!" America grumbled and took a bite out of the burnt food. To America's surprise, it wasn't so bad. "What did you put in this? It's good."

"Nothing special, eat." Russia answered. Drugs, so that I can get my heart back.

America continued eating the food, by the time the plate was empty, he was completely out of it. The American was giggling uncontrollably, moving in his chair, almost falling off his chair a few times.

"W…what ta 'bout…da-sert…?" America chuckled.

"I'll serve it after you give me my heart." Russia said extending his arm.

America laughed. "Nooo…." He sang. "I want you!"

Russia blushed lightly, "Only if you give me my heart back."

"But you're mine if I have your heart." America chuckled.

America is smarter when drugged…and horny…Russia noticed.

"I really liked it last night." America whispered seductively.

Russia's blush was darker. "America-"

"I want you nehkkid!" America chuckled. Russia moved closer but America threw himself off the chair raising the heart over his head. "Nehkkid!"

Russia growled, "Het! Give me the heart!"

America placed the heart to his lips and kissed it. Russia blushed violently and the same lust as the other day over took his body. He craved America again. America giggled and rolled on the floor, wagging his hips playfully.

"You're going to take me now, riiiight?" America sang.

"Why do you even want to have sex with me?" Russia asked as he succumbed to his body's desires.

"Yew…you're pertty sexy." America answered emphasizing on the 'sexy'.

Without saying or asking anything else, Russia was put in a position where he was forced to have sex do to being unable to resist his body's desires. He stripped down the American. Russia had felt odd the whole time, it was oddly pleasant for him and it was almost as if he had control over himself.

Suddenly, America leaned in and pressed his lips against Russia's. Russia had froze for a moment, he starred at America confused who just laughed at his reaction.

"Tis just ta kissu." America pointed out drunkenly as he continued to kiss Russia.

Russia returned the kiss hesitantly as his body regained itself and resumed pleasuring America. That time, on the kitchen floor, he had sex with America that was far better than the first time. The Russian pounded into him over and over again making him cum and cumming himself.

Once they finished, Russia collapsed next to America who was already sleeping clutching Russia's heart dearly against his chest. Russia had reached over to try and grab it but America held it tighter causing him some pain. Russia took a careful look at America's sleeping face and sighed as he picked him up to bring him back to his room.

I must be crazy… He sighed in his mind, Or I'm falling in love.

America woke up, it was night and Russia's heart was against his chest. The American sat up in his bed looking around his room, wondering how he got there. The last thing he had remembered was eating some of Russia's crappy looking food.

America breathed in sharply as he realised that Russia must have placed drugs or poison of the sort in his food. However, his plan to steal his heart back must have failed since it was still in America's possession.

America got out of his bed and was about to dash downstairs when he felt something leak down his legs. As America investigated the liquid he noticed that he was naked and that the liquid was cum.

"Bastard!" America yelled as he dashed downstairs, still naked. "How dare you take advantage of me again!"

Russia looked up from his seat, blushing slightly at the naked American, "I wouldn't have to if you would a) give me my heart back," Russia listed, "and b) put some clothes on."

"Clothes don't matter in a situation like this!" America yelled, "control your fucking hormones!"

"Maybe if you'd stop kissing my heart…" Russia trailed off not feeling the need to explain further what he meant.

America blushed violently, "How do you know about that…?"

"When I drugged you," Russia started, "you wanted me to have sex with you, but I didn't want to so you kissed it."

America ran at Russia and started hitting him. "You're totally lying!" America denied, "Why would I want to have sex with a fuckin' rapist who stole my virginity again?"

"Maybe you love me?" Russia teased.

"I do not!" America opposed.

"Then why do you still have my heart?" Russia asked, "Why do you insist on keeping it?"

"I…I don't…." America mumbled.

"Then give it back." Russia demanded.

"No! It's mine!" America stuck his tongue out and ran off back to his room leaving Russia alone in the living room, laughing at himself and at America.

Sorry for the crappy smutt DX

I promise I'll write much better smutt in the other chapters!

Until then! SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER!