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 South Italy, Iceland, Finland(repeat), France, Greece, Switzerland, Spain(repeat), Mongolia, China, Germany, Dark!Sweden, Latvia, South Korea, 2P!England,

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,

A/N: I think im going to seperate these now. In the future im -maybe- going to fix this up so Russia has his own story of Trapped, and I'll name that one 'Boxed'. So that will continue with Russia and this one will only be Sweden. What do you all think of that?

Notes for this chappy!

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Trapped

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Scotland/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.

"Comfy?" Scotland asked, grinning almost lazily.

Sweden shot back, just barely stopping before he hurt himself. His cheeks burned red as Scotland began laughing. He looked away and tried to ignore the embarrassment he felt as he realized where they were. He subtly frowned in confusion and shifted to try and get a betting look behind him when Scotland suddenly groaned.

Sweden froze then slowly turned his head back to Scotland, his eyes wide and his face completely red.

"I think it would be best if ye dint move." Scotland said, grinning though his eyes were slightly dark.

Sweden opened his mouth but just couldn't speak. Why did Scotland groan? What could possibly make him do that, especially when it was him on Scotland's lap. There was nothing here to make someone aroused! Hell, he didn't actually believe that Scotland was, maybe this was just a cruel joke. That was more believable.

Sweden huffed slightly and began to turn again. He stopped, confused as Scotland suddenly grasped his hips. He looked back at the red headed nation, his brows slightly furrowing.

"I'm not joking love, you're a little too gorgeous when you sleep." Scotland said seriously then grinned as Sweden's face turned red, the appetizing color traveling down his neck.

"Y-you must be...joking...?" Sweden almost whispered, feeling flustered and a little disbelieving. Him, gorgeous? That was meant for nation's that just weren't him.

Scotland didn't even answer him. Instead, he gripped Sweden's hips a little harder and pulled Sweden against the hardness under his kilt. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from groaning but it came out muffled anyway. He didn't blame himself, Sweden's backside felt incredible against him.

Sweden gasped, his hands going up as if to grab Scotland's shoulders but he stopped half way. He swallowed roughly, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"I-...you-..." Sweden stuttered, his mind refusing to comprehend. Finally the word burst out and he asked "W-Why?!"

"Why what? You get to be more specific than that love." Scotland grinned, loving this. Though he did feel the urge to grind against Sweden again, he refrained.

"T-That, y-you..." Sweden covered his face, completely embarrassed. He couldn't say it. How could he say that he wanted to know why Scotland was sporting an...erection. What made the embarrassment worse was that he could feel it now, pressing against him, and he couldn't really move to get off Scotland. And what was with Scotland calling him love?! That was embarrassing and intimate!

"That I...what?" Scotland drawled, his grin widening as Sweden was acting just plain cute. He shifted, pressing himself closer to Sweden until his face was right in front of Sweden's.

"That I'm erected?" Scotland finally said, "You want to know why? Naughty aren't you. You want to know my dirty thoughts?"

"W-What?! N-!" Sweden squeaked, pulling his hands down to stress how much that no Scotland didn't have to tell him, and no, he wasn't naughty! But Scotland's face was right in front of his own and it made the rest of his words die in his throat. His breath caught.

"Do you want to see, love?" Scotland continued, arousal polling in his stomach at Sweden's subtle expression of almost wild flustered emotion. Sweden's reactions were perfect too, just too innocent and cute, so different from how he normally acted.

Sweden couldn't say anything or do anything. The words refused to come out. There were too many thoughts going in his head to choose just one.

"That silence is a yes then?" Scotland leaned even closer, watching as Sweden brought his hands close to his face as if to protect himself. It was too damn much for Scotland to handle, "You know...the proper way to wear a kilt is with nothing underneath."

Scotland watched Sweden's eyes go wide in understanding and dart down towards his kilt. It made him chuckle and he reached down to grab his kilt. He watched Sweden's eyes switch to panic and interest though Sweden's hands shot down to grab his hand to stop him.

"I-I d-don't-"

"Ah, but you do~" Scotland interrupted, a Cheshire like grin on his lips, "Who knew that you could be so damn cute yet naughty... I think I'm fallin in love."

"W-Wha-" Sweden's eyes shot back up to Scotland's but his words caught again at how dark Scotland's eyes were. He swallowed roughly and for the first time, felt his body reacting positively to this entire situation.

"You're aroused, love." Scotland rumbled, seeing Sweden's eyes contract with the emotion. He licked his teeth and said, "It's making me want to eat you."

"E-Eat?" Sweden whispered, not even denying anything. He felt almost ashamed at the warmth pooling inside him, that was making him ache.

"Yeah, I could just turn you over and have my fill before I filled you with myself." Scotland's voice came out dirty and rough, making Sweden's eyes darken with lust. Scotland felt Sweden squirm in his lap and had to thrust against the other nation. He groaned roughly, feeling his hardness throb with need.

Then he noticed Sweden biting his lips, slightly panting in arousal. Scotland licked his own lips and shot forward, capturing Sweden's lips with his own. He wasted no time in nipping on those soft pieces of tasty flesh.

Sweden moaned, his hands going up to grip Scotland's shoulders, his fingers traveling to Scotland's red hair. He felt Scotland growl against his lips and shivered hard, his mind going hazy in want.

"Give yourself to me." Scotland growled, pushing Sweden against the wall of the box, not noticing the light that flooded the box. He was too concentrated on Sweden. He wanted the Nordic nation, and he would have 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!