America responded reluctantly to the kiss, despite the fluttering he felt in his chest. Doing this would change everything… It would mean that America no longer hated Russia for the Cold War or for his internment; he wouldn't be able to think about the man as just a monster, and it would also be the ultimate deviation from the relationship he always thought he could have with England. England had France and now, even for just a moment, he would have Russia. He felt his 'good vs. evil' world shudder uncomfortably with the entire situation as his fingers weaved themselves into the larger man's hair.

A tongue pressed lightly against his lips and he felt himself shudder with excitement. The wet muscle slid past his lips and in to his mouth, pressing against America's own tongue. Russia leaned forward and grabbed the young nation around the waist, pressing his lips firmly against the others. America subconsciously leaned in to the attention, his mind focused on the pleasure and the emotions running through his head for which he couldn't find words. His tongue curled against the intruder and with that small sign of acceptance, Russia pushed forward. He grabbed the beer from America's hand, feeling around for a second before placing it on the table. Before the blonde could contemplate the loss, Russia was pushing him down on the couch and nudging his legs apart. America's legs spread reluctantly as his body suddenly felt heavier than it had in days. He relaxed in to the couch, leaning into the Russia's kisses against his neck.

"Ngh, Russia…" America grunted, his breathing heavy.

"Ivan." Russia mumbled as he concentrated on the shirt buttons beneath him. "Call me Ivan." America's hips rolled forward at the sound of Russia's voice on top of him. The Russian grunted quietly at the fiction, continuing to focus as best as he could on the final buttons of the American's dress shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned and America shrugged his shoulders to free himself of the offending article. Underneath the dress shirt he wore a thin white undershirt which left little of the blonde's chest to the imagination. Small tips pressed up against the fabric, clearly displaying the man's erect nipples.

"Cuutee…" Russia breathed against the American's neck, twisting the nubs.

"I—I will maim you," the American replied airily in utterly unconvincing tones. Russia chuckled, ignoring the smaller man's threats. Frustrated, America bit harshly on the large, pale neck before him, drawing a surprised moan from the other man.

"Cuutee," he mimicked sarcastically. With newfound aggression, Russia pressed his weight menacingly against the man beneath him.

"Is that how you want it, Amerika? Rough?" America rolled his eyes.

"I'm sleeping with you, aren't I?" The Russian's face separated with a toothy grin as one hand snaked its way up the American's shirt.

"Tell me if it gets to be too much for you."

"Cram it you fuckin—" A large hand grasped the throat firmly, cutting off the American mid-word. America just stared back with annoyance. Mid-sentence… how rude. He thought to himself as his throat croaked and coughed wetly. At the sound of the American's involuntary bark, Russia lifted himself and the American up by his throat and carried him to the bed. He threw the man outward, sputtering as he bounced against the hotel bed. The blonde breathed heavily as the Russian crawled back over him.

"God, Amerika… I don't know that I could break you if I tried... I won't hold back." The blonde snorted.

"Like I would need you to." Russia leaned in a licked the American's neck down toward his chest, ripping the shirt whenever it got in his way.

"How can you be so irritating and hot at the same time?" America growled in frustration, throwing the Russians coat and shirt off. Feeling his groin twitch excited at the American's excitement, Russia set to work unzipping the blonde's pants and sliding both his boxers and pants past his waist. America wriggled them off from underneath the Russian and exhaled heavily when a calloused hand wrapped around his semi-erect penis. Russia's fingers rolled up and down the member as it grew to length.

"Hmmnn," America sighed contentedly, leaning back and enjoying himself. The Russian smiled to himself before leaning over the American and whispering in his ear.

"I've wanted to do this for so long, Amerika… Alfred. My Alfred." He punctuated his last remark by pressing his clothed erection against America's. America's legs wrapped around the Russian, pressing him closer still.

"Mmmm… Just shut up and fuck me." Russia leaned down and bit the younger nation's nipple harshly.

"If you insist."

This is where you ask me if we fought against all odds and somehow ended up happily together forever after… And to be honest, we didn't. You see, forever's a long time. We awoke next to each other the next morning. His large arm laid possessively across my stomach, warm and protecting. I tried lifting the arm as carefully as I could to get away, but that's not how it worked. Violet eyes fluttered open and he smiled lazily, his eyes soft with sadness.

"Russia…" I started, trailing off lamely.

"Amerika."

"You know I'm not about to say that I love you."

"I know."

"And you know I'm not going to promise that we'll be together forever or anything stupid like that…"

"Yeah, I know."

"Hell, I can't even promise I won't regret this as soon as I climb out of bed."

"I know, Amerika."

"Then what…?" Russia pulled me closer and nestled his face into my neck.

"For now, this is enough." I stared uncomfortably at the ceiling, unsure of whether to pull the man closer or push him away.

"You're kinda a sap, y'know."

"I know."

AAAAAAnnnddd That's that. Tell me what you think. I am really open for suggestions right now. I know that I skipped over the sex scenes, but I didn't think that they added a lot to plot. (I can hear yaoi fangirls screaming in offended rage.) TELL ME WHAT YOU THINKSDFKJHDSFJLHASDOIU /desperation