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 Scotland, Iceland, Finland(repeat), France, Greece, Switzerland, Spain(repeat), Mongolia, China, Germany, Dark!Sweden, Latvia,

and

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

and

Double The Seme staring Sweden with America and Canada, Netherlands and Denmark,

Notes for this chappy!

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Trapped

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America/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.

America right in front of him. His face barely inches away from his own.

Sweden barely stopped himself from gasping and felt a flash of panic. He immediately tried to pull away but America grumbled and arms that Sweden notice before, tightened around his waist. He was yanked forward and was forced to form his body to America's.

Sweden felt his face flame red and scrambled to grab onto anything. His fingers caught on little holes and that distracted him enough to look at where he was. It was a box, a small box, with no lid.

Sweden subtly frowned, turning his head the best he could to see behind him. Suddenly, there was warmth on his neck and he gasped and shivered hard. His head snapped back around and he was just staring at America's dirty blond hair.

There was another grumble and Sweden sighed in relief. America was still asleep.

Now that he thought about it, America had seemed tired for the past week...

Sweden settled down, letting himself relax on America's lap. He bit his lip and slowly lifted his hand. Sweden began gently stroking America's hair and when America sighed against his neck, Sweden felt himself smile.

"I wonder...what made you loose so much sleep... It's not healthy..." Sweden whispered to himself.

Without thinking, he raised his other arm and rested it around America's shoulders. Sweden pulled the other nation closer, shifting them just enough that they could stay comfortable. He continued stroking America's hair, happy that it seemed that America was finding comfort with him.

He hoped that America wouldn't wake up, for two different reasons. First was because America needed the sleep, and the second was because he was pretty sure that America wouldn't take kindly to him trying to comfort him.

Sweden softly sighed and continued stroking America's hair, letting his mind drift off. He didn't notice America's change in breathing as he was focused on ignoring the hot air brushing against his neck.

Sweden felt arm's wrap around his waist and allowed himself to smile. He lightly hugged America, hoping that the touch was transferring into America's dreams. Suddenly, America pressed his face harder against Sweden's neck, making Sweden shiver and gasp.

Sweden felt his cheeks burn but quickly resumed in stroking America's hair, hoping that he didn't wake the other nation. He made a little noise as America's arms tightened around him again except this time, the arms were like steel bands. He had to arch in order to stay comfortable and then he felt hands grasp the back of his coat, pulling him even tighter against America.

Sweden's eyes widened as he froze; America was awake. He slowly looked down but before he could see more than America's hair, he felt pressure against his neck. Sweden gasped again, unwillingly feeling his skin prickle pleasantly. The arm's around him pulled him closer to the paint that there was no space between their bodies. It made Sweden's cheeks burn hotly and he gripped America's shoulders to push him away.

"Don't..." America suddenly said against Sweden's neck, making the Nordic nation freeze again.

"Please...don't go." America continued, his voice sounding oddly raw in Sweden's ears.

Sweden didn't know what to do, the desperate quality to America's voice had him wanting to help the other nation. To figure out what was wrong and make sure it didn't happen again. Sweden bit his lip and wrapped his arms around America's shoulders, hugging him tightly.

America took in a raged breath, his hands gripping Sweden tightly. His right hand gripping the left side of Sweden's hip and his left hand gripping Sweden's right shoulder.

"I don't want to be alone, I cant be alone..." America continued, crushing Sweden to him, as if that would stop the possibility of the nation leaving. He didn't care that he hadn't really spoken to Sweden, all that mattered was that he woke to Sweden's warmth instead of the coldness of isolation. The feeling of Sweden's hand stroking his hair had been too much yet not enough. America wanted more. More affection, more contact. He craved it. Yet he was holding himself back.

"...I'll stay...I won't leave you." Sweden whispered his promise, feeling his heart clench for America.

The thread holding America back, snapped.

Sweden made a stunned noise as he was suddenly pressed against the wall of the box. He opened his mouth to question what America was doing but gasped instead. Large hot hands snuck their way under his coat and shirt, touching his bare skin. He shivered hard then whimpered as he suddenly felt a hot wetness against his neck. Sweden felt his cheeks burn red.

"A-America?!" Sweden stuttered then trembled and whimpered again as he felt teeth against his sensitive neck.

"Don't leave, you can't leave, please, just stay..." America said, sounding slightly mindless to Sweden's ears.

Sweden swallowed roughly, not knowing what to say. His mind raced to figure out what America was doing, to figure out why America was doing this. He already said that he wouldn't go, so what was causing America to be so...different?

Sweden squeaked as his shirt was suddenly torn down the middle. His face burned hotter as America began kissing down his neck to his now revealed chest. He quickly grabbed America's face and made him look back up to him.

"America!" Sweden said, slightly desperate at this point. He just couldn't let America do this to himself, "I said I would stay. I promise, I won't leave. You don't need to do this...okay?"

America stared at Sweden, his eyes strangely intense as he stared into those teal orbs. He was surprised at how easily he could see the sincerity in them. He slowly leaned towards Sweden, interested in those eyes. He read confusion, acceptance, embarrassment, then affection, the closer he got. It made him slowly feel warmer inside and the loneliness was leaving him.

Sweden's blush slowly faded until it was just his cheeks that were a soft pink. He accepted America's closeness though he was confused as to what America was thinking now. He was a little embarrassed about it but also felt a little affectionately amused by it.

"You swear you won't?" America said, so close that Sweden could feel his breath rushing against his lips.

"Yes." Sweden answered.

"You won't leave."

"Yes."

"You'll stay."

"Yes" Sweden felt his affection growing as America was reminding him of Sealand now.

"You'll be mine?" America asked, running his hands up and down Sweden's sides.

"Yes." Sweden said without thinking. It only registered afterwards, what America actually said. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to fix what he just said when he suddenly felt lips crash against his own.

Sweden yelped as America kissed him hard. He gripped America's shoulders in surprise then whimpered as he was pressed hard against the wall, America's body keeping him there. America's tongue pried his lips open and plunged into his mouth. A moan escaped him and he arched as felt those hands playing with his chest.

America felt his body throb with the want to hoard Sweden's warmth. He wanted to bury himself within Sweden, feel the other nation surround him. He craved that heat, that need to chase away any coldness. America spread Sweden's legs to get even closer and the act made him feel aroused.

Suddenly, Sweden ripped his head away from America's lips, panting hard. America didn't let it bother him and instead he attached his lips to Sweden's neck.

"A-ah!" Sweden moaned and blushed harder at the embarrassing sound that he couldn't stop.

"A-America, w-wha-" Sweden began but whimpered as America sucked on the skin of his neck. He wiggled, unwillingly becoming aroused by this. He let his head fall back and saw something different. For a moment, he was confused until he realized that the lid to the box was gone.

"America! We're free." Sweden said as quickly as he could, "You don't have to settle with me-"

"Mine." America said, licking a long strip up to Sweden's ear, "You said you were mine. Don't leave me..."

Sweden almost whimpered again at the feeling. He shivered hard as America's hands traveled down his body. He turned his head and looked at America, staring into his eyes. The desperation in those blue eyes had his breath catching and Sweden slowly answered him.

"...Alright..."

Sweden was ready for America's consuming kiss that time.

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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!