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 Japan, 2P Canada, 2P France, 2p Denmark, Iceland, Prussia, America, Norway, Finland(repeat),

and

Russia with Male!Belarus, Canada, France, N. Italy, S. Italy, Prussia, Ancient Rome, 2p Russia, Male!Ukraine, Finland

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!

Also! I am reading all of your reviews and taking in what you all want! Hence the additional names I always add!

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Trapped

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England/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.

He stared down at England who was leaning against the wall almost lazily. It took a few moment's to realize that he had been sleeping on England's shoulder, his arms lightly wrapped around them as well. Sweden took a deep breath to calm himself from his rising panic and tried to move away, only to find that he really couldn't. The warm hands on his hips didn't stop him, but the lack of space inside the boxed area did.

"No use." England said, "The box is to small for any real space and there is no lid to release us."

Sweden looked at England and slowly nodded before looking away again. He felt embarrassed by the lack of space but kept it to himself. He bit his lip and looked at England again, wanting to ask if he figured out how to get them out or at least why they were in there in the first place. The questions were on the tip of his tongue but they refused to come out, so he just closed his mouth again and looked around the box, wondering where they were.

"We are inside a blank room." England spoke again, making Sweden look at him again, "and there is magic on this box, so I am guessing that it needs a certain switch to open. Problem is, it could be anything..." England frowned, looking past Sweden in thought.

Sweden bit his lip and just sat back down on England's lap, knowing that there was nothing he could actually do. He was slightly happy that almost all his question's had been answered without him having to speak, but he was saddened by the lack of way to get out. He suddenly realized that his arms were still wrapped around England's shoulders and blushed hotly again. He quickly tried to pull them away but England's words stopped him short.

"You don't have to." England said, letting his eyes travel back to Sweden's. He saw the confusion and the blush and had to grin. He continued, saying, "Your arms, you don't have to move them."

Sweden felt his blush grow as well as his confusion, still, he slowly nodded and kept his arms where they were. He watched England close his eyes and bit his lip nervously. He almost jolted when he suddenly felt England begin stroking his hips where he still had his hands. The feeling of those thumb's slowly rubbing his hips sent shivers up and down his spine. His mind raced with questions such as,

'What are you doing? Why are you doing this? How can we get out? Shouldn't we be trying to come up with a plan? Aren't you uncomfortable being so close to me?' but none of it passed his lips.

"Stop thinking so much." England's voice startled Sweden, "Just relax, I'll think of a way out of here."

"O-okay..." Sweden spoke for the first time since waking. He watched England's lips quirk into a slight smile and felt confused again. He shifted slightly, not knowing what to do. He looked around for a few minutes until he felt one of the hand's on his hips move. Sweden froze as the hand slowly moved up to his back then gently push. He followed the pressure without a thought and found himself laying against England again, just like how he woke earlier. He waited a few more moments as his face slowly turned red, before finally saying something.

"England?" Sweden whispered, feeling to shy and nervous to speak any louder.

"Yes?"

"Why am I...sitting like..this?"

"Why not?" England answered, then said, "I don't mind it, and I hope you don't as well. Heavens know that I've fantasized holding you like this."

"W-what?!" Sweden jerked his head up, staring at England in shock. England opened his eyes and looked straight into Sweden's gorgeous eyes.

"I like you, I've liked you for a very long time." England spoke calmly, his lips forming a slight smirk as he watched Sweden blush darkly. The lack of rejection gave him more confidence to say, "so you'll have to excuse me if I don't automatically think of a way to leave."

Sweden opened his mouth but no words came out. He snapped his mouth shut and felt his entire face heat up. He swallowed roughly, his heart beating strangely fast in his chest.

"I...I..." Sweden tried to speak but failed so he stopped again, biting his lip hard.

"Hey, don't do that, please." England spoke softly, his eyes locked on Sweden's lips. He lifted a hand and stroked the line of Sweden's mouth.

"What..?" Sweden mumbled, going completely still. The area that England was touching was tingling now, making him want to shiver again.

"Your lip...when you bite it, it makes me want to do it instead." England said, his voice going slightly rough.

Sweden's breath caught in his throat and he felt saliva pool inside his mouth. He swallowed it back quickly, feeling embarrassed from his reaction. For a moment, he wanted that to happen, for England to kiss him and play with his lips. The only problem was, that moment of wanting, it wasn't ending.

England watched Sweden bit his lip again. His heart skipped and he slowly moved closer to the Nordic nation,

"Can I take that as an invitation?" England asked, mere inches away from touching Sweden's lips with his own. His hand gripped Sweden's hip tight, slightly moving Sweden closer to him as he waited for an answer, any answer.

Sweden stared at England with wide eyes, his breath catching in his throat again. He bit his lip again before slowly, nervously nodding. He barely took in a breath before lips captured his own. Sweden whimpered softly as England teased his lower lip by nibbling on it before plunging his tongue inside his mouth. Sweden jolted slightly at the feeling and gripped England's shirt tightly as the other nation tasted his mouth. He could hear and feel the British nation growl into his mouth, and it sent delightful shivers up his spine.

Both didn't even realize that the lid to the box was no longer there.

Netherlands/Russia

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.

"Oh, hello." Russia said as he was face to face with the nation he remembered to be Netherlands.

Netherlands stared at Russia quietly for a few more moment's before giving a short nod of greeting.

Russia waited for the other nation to speak but he didn't. Russia frowned slightly and shifted uncomfortably but had no where to shift as they were both tall nations. Finally, Russia inflated his cheeks childishly and poked Netherlands cheek. The surprised and startled look on the nations face was so funny that Russia burst out laughing.

Netherlands slowly blinked and felt himself begin to grin, "Was that really so funny?" he asked, his voice rough and low, slightly sounding like a mafia leader.

Russia nodded quickly with a wide smile, "Da! You made a really funny face!" he reached forward and touched Netherlands face, wanting to play. In the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn't be touching the nation so freely but he couldn't stop himself.

Netherlands surprisingly let Russia touch and play with his face. The childish nation didn't irritate him by pulling on his skin or even smash his face. The nation only moved his face to try to gave him different expressions, like how a child would. After many minutes of Russia giggling and playing, Netherlands finally -though gently- pushed Russia's hands away.

"Alright, don't want my face to permanently stay that way." He said, his rough tone subtly teasing.

"Silly! It won't stay that way!" Russia smiled widely, his heart beating fast at the tease. Then, his mouth went on without him, "It will only stay if I sew your face!"

Russia froze as he realized what he said. It wasn't as bad as other things he could have said but it was still enough to make some nations shake in fear. Russia began tearing up and just slumped, waiting for the fear or anger. It was going to come, he already knew it. Only his one friend never showed those emotions, and Russia knew there wasn't going to be a second one.

"Remind my to not let you near a needle then." Netherlands said nonchalantly, slightly leaning back. He reached forward and tapped Russia's cheek with the back of his fingers then gave Russia a half grin.

Russia stared at Netherlands in shock then teared up further. He sniffled and wipped his eyes, not noticing the slight panic in Netherlands as that went away when Russia smiled widely at him. Russia laughed happily and lunged at the other nation, hugging him tightly.

Netherlands let out a rush of air as Russia was suddenly hugging him so tightly. His ear's tinged red and he nervously pat Russia's head, saying, "Hey, no need for this..."

"Da! You have made me happy! Really, really happy! Thank you!" Russia chirped then suddenly pecked Netherlands lips. A slight pop had Russia looking up to the suddenly revealed ceiling and he let out a happy sound. He got out of the box quickly, happy to be able to stretch. He spread his arms out, feeling very light inside his heart. He knew he just had to tell Sweden later! He found another person who wasn't scared!

Netherlands stared at the box wall, the blush on his ears slowly making its way to his cheeks as well. He covered his eyes and leaned against the wall, thinking, 'Dammit...that was cute!'

Netherlands suddenly stood from the box, took a few steps towards Russia, turned him around, and kissed him.

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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 dark versions of the Nation's!