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!

Sweden with 2p Denmark, America, Iceland, Finland(repeat), France, Greece, Switzerland, Scotland, Spain(repeat), Mongolia, China, Germany, Dark!Sweden, Latvia,

and

Russia with S. Italy, Male!Ukraine, Finland, Turkey(repeat), Australia, Germany, Male!Liechtenstien, Mongolia, Estonia, Dark!Russia, Latvia,

and

Double (both Sweden and Russia in a box) with Ancient Rome

Another thing! I am going to -one day- start a companion piece to this story called 'Trapped After' where I give one-shot continuations of certain pairings from this story.

Another AN: Sorry but I don't think I will put Russia with any of the 2p versions. For two reasons, mostly because it would be difficult to get the ending kiss out of it. Sorry.

Notes for this chappy!

Um, none really

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Trapped

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2pFrance/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.

France was staring at him. Not glaring, but staring.

Sweden shifted, feeling uncomfortable with those strangely intense purple eyes.

"Stop moving."

Sweden froze as France's rough voice washed over him. He shivered and felt his fight or flight instincts trying to take over. It didn't help how France was looming over him, practically pinning him down. He subtly took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He opened his mouth but was immediately cut off before he could even speak.

"Don't talk." France said, his voice even rougher than before.

Sweden subtly frowned, feeling slightly insulted but mostly confused. He bit his lip in thought.

"Don't do that!" France ground out, slightly pressing down on Sweden.

Sweden jolted slightly in surprise then stifled a gasp as he felt the pressure of France over him. His confusion grew as he didn't know what France was talking about. He bit his lip again, practically gnawing on it.

"I said stop." France growled this time, making Sweden freeze again, "You try...my patience."

Sweden swallowed roughly, feeling himself tense, his fight or flight acting up again. He looked up into France's eyes and finally noticed how dark they were, practically black now instead of their normal dark purple color.

"W-..." Sweden swallowed again, "What is...wrong..with you?"

"Like you don't know!" France bit out quickly, pressing down on Sweden again.

Sweden gasped this time, his cheeks beginning to burn. He couldn't help it. Did France know how hard he was pressing down? Sweden tried to shift, to get a little space between them, he only succeeded in grinding their lower halves together.

The loud groan above him made Sweden freeze again.

Sweden's eyes snapped back up to France and his shock was actually showing on his face. A shiver racked up Sweden's spine as France's expression twisted into something else. Part of him knew what he was seeing but most of him was in denial. He had to be wrong, who would ever look at him with lust?

"F-France?" Sweden whispered, suddenly registering that something hard was pressing against him. He had thought that it was something in France's pocket, but...he was really wrong.

"I told you not to move." France growled, his breathing slightly ragged.

Sweden's breath hitched then caught in his throat. His body felt oddly warm and was only growing hotter. He felt breathless as he asked, "W-Why...?"

"Why what." France continued to growl, slightly pressing against Sweden again. But this time, Sweden couldn't help but to focus on the hardness pressing against him as well.

Sweden blushed hotly, he turned his head away, knowing he could get the words out if he wasn't looking, "Why...Why are you..." okay...he couldn't say it. Then, a rough hand grabbed his chin and Sweden was forced to look back at France.

"Why am I...hard? Why I am erected? Throbbing?" France rumbled lowly, his gaze hot, "Is that what you're asking?"

Sweden almost squeaked but clamped his mouth shut at the last second, biting his lips so the sound wouldn't escape. His cheeks burned even more and he wanted to look away but couldn't.

"You really don't know what you do to me?" France said, leaning down to the point that they were now breathing each others air.

"What I...do to you?" Sweden repeated, feeling slightly lightheaded now. His skin felt tingly, like little electric shocks were running over and inside him.

"You tease me constantly." France said, moving even closer, "You do it on purpose."

"N-No I-"

"Don't deny it!" France growled again, "All those looks you give me. Those hints you give me...I've been struggling not to just take you. Especially when we're in the meeting room...just so everyone would know. You are mine."

Sweden barely noticed how fast he was breathing now, how he could hear his blood rushing in his ears.

"Oh gods..." Sweden whispered feeling hot under his clothes.

"You want that too, don't you." France said, slowly grinding their hips together. He groaned lowly and felt his blood burn as he heard a quiet whimper escape from Sweden.

"Tell me you want it!" France demanded.

"I-" Sweden didn't even know what he was going to say, but in the end, he didn't figure it out as his mouth was blocked. He whimpered as France harshly kissed him, apparently to impatient to wait. But Sweden didn't care, he couldn't even think anymore. The savage kiss made his mind fuzzy and his body ache.

They both never noticed the lid to the box disappearing.

N. Italy/Russia

Russia scrunched his nose slightly as he woke from his 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.

"Ve~..." North Italy mumbled sleepily as he dozed on top of Russia.

Russia blinked and tilted his head slightly before poking the Italian nation. Italy grumbled slightly and tried to get away from the feeling which made Russia giggle and do it again.

"Stop...it..." Italy grumbled in his sleep.

Russia giggled again and went to poke Italy's cheek again when Italy suddenly shifted. Before, they had been close together, but now, Italy was pressing almost harshly into his body. Russia felt surprisingly strong arms wrap around him and exhaled slightly hard as Italy squeezed him.

Russia made a little sound at the tight grasp but suddenly giggled again as Italy nuzzled a ticklish spot. Russia wiggled immediately, trying to get away from the feeling. Then, Italy grumbled again and actually nuzzled harder, holding Russia even tighter thanks to Russia's attempts at getting away.

"Ah! W-Wa-haha!" Russia's own laughter interrupted him before he was finally able to say, "Wake up!"

"H-huh-what?" Italy jolted awake at Russia's frantic yell.

Russia sighed in relief. Truthfully, he liked being tickled, but that was only when his friend was doing it. Any other time, it felt like he was being weak. Russia quickly pushed the thought out of his mind and smiled instead, saying, "Good morning!"

"Morning?" Italy mumbled, still half asleep. He looked around and finally noticed that they were in a box, "Ve? Where are we?"

"A box!" Russia chirped then looked up. He poked the top of the box and added, "It's not moving..."

"We're stuck?!" Italy said in disappointment, "but I want pasta!"

Russia hummed then frowned. He touched his stomach and said, "I'm hungry too..."

"You can have pasta with me!" Italy said.

"Really?" Russia's eyes went wide then he smiled brightly, happy at the sudden invitation, "Okay!" he said.

Italy blinked and stared at Russia for a few moments, confusing the paler nation. Suddenly, Italy grinned and said, "Cute, ve!"

Russia squeaked as he was suddenly being hugged again. The hold that Italy had him in was tight enough to make Russia have to breathe on the shallow side. He made a little noise and wiggled but didn't say anything as he liked the hug. Wait, if they were hugging, did that mean that they were friends?

"Are we friends now?" Russia asked, curious and slightly hopeful. If Italy said no then...no, no, no! He couldn't let his mind slip into that direction!

"Do you want to be?" Italy said, a little strange gleam in his now open eyes.

"Da!" Russia smiled again. The thought of a new friend making him feel excited.

"Then yes~. You are my new cute friend! Promise!" Italy grinned then suddenly moved and pecked Russia's lips, quickly adding, "Sealed with a kiss!"

More light suddenly filled the box and they both looked up. Italy quickly got up, saying, "Freedom! Now we can have pasta!" He then looked at Russia and took Russia's hand quickly, "Come on! I want to see you eat my food~!"

"O-Okay!" Russia said, a little surprised as he was pulled from the box. Then he laughed, thinking about how very strange Italy was.

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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!