Hey, guys! I am so sorry for delaying so long to continue my story, but here's the next chapter! I hope to write more for you guys more consistently for now on!
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Sunflower
You shuddered when the wok was pushed in your direction and you hesitantly pulled the slip of paper out. This slip of paper could decide your next suitor and, perhaps, the one who would 'deflower' you. With shaky fingers and fading confidence, you opened the paper. A second's glance made your eyes widen and the paper slowly dropped to the floor. You walked slowly into the closet with a blush vibrantly covering your face. America, out of sheer curiosity, picked up the paper. A small sunflower was drawn on the paper and before Alfred had time to turn around, Russia began to walk towards the closet. Alfred jerked back in surprise. "H-Hey, Russia! How did you know it was you?" The large and intimidating Russia looked to America with his lavender eyes full of pain, "Because that is how everyone reacts to me…"
You could barely get a grip of yourself. Russia was a bit intimidating, yes, but he was also soft at heart with a deep desire to be loved. The beating of your heart and the heat that warmed your face was hidden in the dark for a moment until he entered the room. Through the pitch black of the room following the closing of the closet door, your face grew from scarlet to neon red and your hands shook like a leaf in a cold winter wind. Russia sighed and sat down across the closet from you. A moment or two passed before you couldn't stand the tension anymore. Your shaky voice broke the silence. "R-Russia… W-We don't have to just… sit like this the whole time…" Russia looked up in surprise, almost relieved. Cautiously, he got up and sat next to you, scooting inch by inch. "Well… I was hoping that we could… share body heat-" "EHHHH?!" Does he want… sex? O-or just cuddling… I don't know! Before you could finish your thought, he slipped off his jacket and held you close, wrapping part of his scarf around you. Your blush felt colder as his cool cheeks grazed yours. You glanced at him for a moment as he sat there, holding you in his arms and feeling much more comfortable by the moment before looking down.
Feeling a gaze on you, you turned to face Russia, his deep purple eyes almost hypnotizing you with their beauty. "_ , will you… will you become one with Mother Russia?" Without a moment's hesitation, you nodded your head. Overcome with joy, Russia kissed you passionately, knocking you back with him on top. You mewed from the pleasure, loving the feel of his cool tender lips against yours. He pulled out his pipe and slid it in front of the door, disabling it from the inside. He broke the kiss and whispered in your ear sweetly, "Do you trust me, my sweet _ ?" You nodded again, curious of what he was trying to do next. Without any hesitation, he ripped off your top and bra at the same time, and slowly poured his precious vodka on your bare chest. Leaning down, he slowly licked up your chest from your stomach upward while using his scarf to keep your hands under duress. His antics made you squirm. You wanted oh-so-badly to grip his hair, claw his back, something to interact with him other than your moans and whimpers of pleasure. He licked over your nipples and your hips bucked, wanting more pleasure from him. He smirked and whispered in your ear, "Wait a bit… moĭ dorogoi*̆, I will pleasure you more later…~" You pouted, disliking the teasing Russia kept using on you.
A few moments later, the Axis Powers burst through the door, expecting to see you naked and deflowered. What they found was you, wearing Russia's cloak and him holding you tightly. You both walked out of there, hand in hand, and walked upstairs, where Ivan proceeded to tease you and pleasure you all night long…~
* = moĭ dorogoĭ means 'my darling' in Russian