Warning: Uke! Sweden, Uke!Russia, Seme!Everyone else.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia! If I did, Sweden and Russia would be sought after as wives XD

A/N: The box has holes all over it so the nations can see. There is no opening that they can see. Also, if you want certain nation's with Russia or Sweden(or both) just leave the request in a Review!

I'll even do rewrite's with dark versions of the Nation's!

Okay! So far, I have requests for:

Sweden with Spain, England, Japan, 2P Canada, 2P France

and

Russia with Turkey, Netherlands, Canada, France, Male!Belarus, Male!Ukraine

Then there will be a special chapter later on!

So, what I hope you all will do is give me more nation's to put Sweden and Russia with and if they should be different version's or not!

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Trapped

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Poland/Sweden

Sweden tried to shift as he woke but found that he could barely move, it registered quickly that he was in a small boxed area. He made a slight noise of confusion then shuddered as warm air brushed over his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes then almost jolted at what he saw.

"Poland?" He mumbled, looking at the cross-dressing nation in surprise. Poland was seated right between his long legs, looking at Sweden like the nation offended him.

"Finally you're awake! Felt like forever!" Poland ranted slightly, crossing his arms, "I can't find a damn way out of this stupid box and I'm bored!"

"...'m...sorry?" Sweden said, confused

"Good! You can make it up to me then!" Poland's eyes flashed with a unsettling emotion, "It's a good thing that I still have my bag! I don't know how long we're gonna be in here soooo let's have some fun!"

The confusion grew in Sweden's eyes as he stared at the smaller nation. He shifted slightly so he could be sitting up more; there was enough room for his upper body to lay comfortably against the box wall but his legs were bent almost completely and spread wide to accommodate Poland.

"...Okay?" Sweden said slowly.

"Awesome!" Poland opened his side bag in the small area and began pulling out random objects.

Sweden subtly frowned at seeing the strange object's. They looked familiar but he couldn't place a finger on what they were. He was finally able to read one of the cylinders and felt himself pale slightly.

'Mascara?' He thought to himself, suddenly getting a very uneasy feeling. He looked at Poland and slowly asked, "You are...going to put...make-up on?"

"Yep!" Poland grinned

"Oh..." Sweden sighed in relief but suddenly choked as Poland continued.

"I'm going to give you a sexy make-over!"

"W-What!?" Sweden pressed himself backwards against the wall, "Y-You are j-joking...yes?"

"Why would I EVER joke about make-up!?" Poland looked scandalized for a moment before grabbing some primer. He looked at Sweden then suddenly snatched the glasses right off his face.

Sweden immediately felt vulnerable without his glasses and tried to cover his face.

"Nu-uh-uh~" Poland sang, "You said you'd make it up to me!"

"N-Not like this!" Sweden said quickly as his hands were pulled away. His cheeks were turning a dark pink color that had Poland squealing.

"Come on cutie! I'll make you look like a hot babe!"

"I don't want that!" Sweden was also very sure that no amount of anything could make him look less scary. He wiggled and tried to get away as the weird stick come closer to his face.

"Keep movin and I'll stab you in the eye." Poland said, half threatening, half warning.

Sweden tried not to whimper but failed. He finally stopped trying to get away and just looked down in humiliation, his cheeks a dark red color.

"Good! You understand! Now lets get ya looking hot! Hehe~" Poland laughed in a rather frightening manner -to Sweden- and started applying makeup to Sweden's face. When he was done he squealed at his artwork.

Sweden now had white liner and smokey black and grey shadow emphasizing his jewel-like teal eyes and making them look bigger. His long and thick blonde lashes were covered in mascara, making them look even longer and thicker. His lips looked full and pouty with the shiny red lip gloss covering them. Even his cheeks had some blush on them, just in case his actual blush faded.

"You look like a total babe, and I didn't even have to do much~!" Poland said excitedly

Sweden's cheeks were still red as he quietly asked, "...May I have...my glasses back...?"

"Nope!" Poland said with a big grin, "Now I gotta take some pictures!"

"W-What! B-but you n-n-never said anything about p-pictures!" Sweden started trying to get away again, not wanting to go through this humiliation. He was already scary with his plain face, he must look like a monster with make-up on!

"Sit still!" Poland barked, causing Sweden to freeze, his eyes going wide.

"Good boy~! Now, you will let me take pictures or I'll start doing naughty things to your body~!"

Sweden looked at Poland horrified, saying, "That is not a good joke!"

"Not supposed to be, cause I'm not joking!" Poland continued to grin then took a quick picture of Sweden as the other blonde nation whimpered, looking like he was going to cry.

It felt like hours had passed before Poland had announced the he was done. Sweden had just looked down -he had his glasses back on as Poland had wanted some pictures with them- at his ripped clothing, wondering why they had to be sacrificed to the 'cause'. He looked back up to Poland, his lips forming a subtle pout. Though, with the make-up, the pout wasn't subtle anymore.

Poland laughed and suddenly pecked Sweden's lips, saying "Thanks cutie!"

All of a sudden, both of the nation's could hear a popping sound. They looked up on reflex and saw that the roof of the box had come off. Poland whooped and got out of the box quickly. Sweden came out second and sighed as he saw Poland was already gone.

'I wanted to ask him to delete those pictures...' It was to late for now, Sweden would ask tomorrow.

*Next Day*

Poland was sitting in the meeting showing off pictures to the nation's around him.

Russia watched as this happened, listening to the approving sounds of the other nations. It seemed to him, that the others really REALLY liked what they were seeing.

"Doesn't this picture just scream 'Take me!'?" Poland showed off another picture on his camera to everyone who would look.

Russia grew curious and got up to look as well. He saw a very pretty blonde boy with sexy make-up on. In the picture, the blonde had a slightly vulnerable expression and was looking at the camera through his lashes. Russia could tell that the guy's legs were spread as he could slightly see his blue black clad knees on the opposite sides of the picture. The apparent 'Take me' expression was doubly helped by the fact that the blonde's shirt was ripped, showing off pretty collar bones and small shoulders. Suddenly, Russia blinked and smiled widely. He turned to Sweden who had just walked through the doors and said,

"Sweden! You look really, really pretty in this picture!"

Everyone suddenly went quiet.

Sweden looked confused for a moment then looked at Poland. His eyes widened and his face paled before suddenly turning bright red.

"Y-Y-You-" Sweden couldn't even finish the first word before just crouching down low and covering his face with his hands. Oh gods, he never felt so humiliated! Sure Russia said he looked pretty, but Russia always said that! They were friends after all.

"Not pretty, he looks beautiful." Sweden suddenly heard Greece say, causing his head to snap up so he could look at the nation in surprise.

"Fuck that! He looks hot! Completely my type!" Prussia suddenly added.

"May I have a copy of that picture." Japan shamelessly asked Poland who replied, "Yeah, totally!"

"H-Hey hey hey! Stop looking at that picture dammit!" Denmark yelled, trying to take the camera away.

"Don't be a jealous idiot." Norway said blankly then looked at Poland, saying, "I want a copy too."

Sweden's looked at the other nation's with wide eyes, his face still red but not in humiliation anymore. He was embarrassed -completely embarrassed- but flattered at the same time. His heart beating quickly in his chest.

"See, I told you that you're pretty!" Russia said, crouching in front of Sweden. His big smile turned into a pout as he added, "You should listen to me more!" then he smiled widely again.

"...Y-Yea..." Sweden looked down, hiding a little happy smile. Then, his eyes widened and he realized something, 'Wait, copies!?'

"N-No! No copies!"

Scotland/Russia -(First time doing Scotland. I have no idea how he acts...)-

Russia scrunched his nose slightly as he woke from an uncomfortable nap. When did he fall asleep? He made a slightly irritated noise as he tried to move but barely could. Wanting to get out of where ever he was, Russia opened his eyes quickly and blinked at what he saw.

"Jallo!" Russia said, waving the best he could in the cramped space, "You are...Scotland, da?"

"Aye. 'N yer the famous Russia." Scotland smirked, leaning back the best he could. He had he legs slightly spread but his legs were under Russia's, propping Russia's legs up and slightly in before they slightly wrapped around his waist.

"I am famous?" Russia said with a tilt of his head. Suddenly, he giggled as he took in what Scotland was wearing. He reached and touched Scotland's bare knee, asking, "Why are you wearing a skirt?"

Then Russia giggled again before he said, "Your legs are hairy!" as he childishly touched the dark red hair.

Scotland enjoyed the touch but twitched as Russia called his kilt a skirt. Dammit! Wasn't his fault that he had been wearing it before he got -for lack of a better word- jumped!

"It's a kilt!" He said quickly.

"Looks funny!" Russia smiled widely, "It looks like something my Sestra's would wear!" he didn't mean it in a mean way though.

"Are you a girl now?" Russia asked curiously.

"Hell No!" Scotland scowled then suddenly grinned, "Feel a little higher an' you'll see how much of a man I am~."

"Huh?" Russia tilted his head then asked, "How much higher?"

Scotland blinked then burst out laughing. He watched Russia slowly begin to pout and knew he just had to continue. Why hadn't the others told him how damn cute this country was!

"Just keep goin till you feel something different." Scotland grinned.

"Can't I just look instead?" Russia asked.

"Sure!" Scotland's grin grew.

Russia nodded with a smile then blushed softly. Now that he thought about it, he didn't feel right doing that. He bit his lip and said, "I don't think I should..."

"Oh don't worry laddie, I won't get mad at ya." Scotland leaned forward, getting intimately close to the other nation, "Here, I'll be nice and help ya too!"

He took Russia's hand and lead it up his kilt. He was a true Scotsman though and soon Russia felt something that he really thought he shouldn't have. Russia slightly squeezed what was in his hand just to make sure he wasn't wrong then his entire face went red as Scotland groaned. Russia pulled his hand back faster then lightning, squeaking as he said

"Y-Your not w-wearing underwear!?"

"Nope! That's the only way to wear kilts!" Scotland grinned in a naughty manner, "Told ya I was a lad, want ta feel again to make sure?"

"N-Nyet! I-I'm sure you are!" Russia covered his face, embarrassed, then said, "Can we just get out of here?!"

"Don't know how!" Scotland laughed then grinned down at Russia, "But might as well have some fun together hm~"

"I don't think I will like your idea of fun!"

Scotland chuckled then suddenly hooked his arms under Russia's back. He pulled the violet eyed nation completely onto his lap then ran his hands down Russia's legs.

"Oh, nice legs~" He squeezed Russia's thighs, "Wouldn't mind seein you in a kilt."

Russia squeaked again then quickly grabbed Scotland's hands, saying, "H-Hey! N-no touching!"

"Why not? You touched me." Scotland hummed, "Can't I touch a cute laddie like yourself? Don't make a man beg now~"

"H-huh?!" Russia blushed darker and looked down at Scotland in surprise.

Scotland took that moment to lean up and plant a kiss right on Russia's lips. He had just licked the soft flesh when they heard a pop sound, causing them both to look up. Scotland sighed in slight disappointment as he saw that they were now free.

Russia got out of the box so quickly that he almost tripped. He ran to the door then ran out, leaving Scotland to sigh again and slowly get out. Scotland suddenly perked up as he saw Russia's head poke out from the doorway, those round cheeks still bright red.

"You...I won't let anyone touch me like that unless they prove that they will stay with me forever!" Russia said quickly then turned to leave again but was stopped by Scotland's reply.

"So I got a chance?" Scotland grinned, crossing his arms in triumph as Russia shyly nodded before running away.

"YES!" Scotland shouted in excitement before leaving the room as well.

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If you want certain nation's with Russia or Sweden(or both) just leave the request in a Review!

I'll even do rewrite's with different versions of the Nation's!