Ch. 1

SLAM

"ALRIGHT, since we don't seem to be able to get anything done, as usual, let's just take a two hour break for lunch and meet back here, where we will get something done. Remember to keep within 4000 km, and ask someone else if you don't know how far that is America and be here on time!" yelled an angry Germany in his usual uniform with slicked back blond hair, icy blue eyes, and face flushed from anger as usual.

Nations murmured and shouted across the conference table as they packed up their briefcases with important notes and started heading off to the double doors for lunch until the only one left was America, though all of his items were already packed as he seemed to be waiting. Playing a random game on his phone America waited calmly, not even flinching when he felt a large cold hand grasping him by the back of his neck, almost choking in its grip. A deep chuckle from somewhere above, the breath brushing against the back of his neck, sent the smaller man into a slight shiver, though not from fear.

"Hmm, little Amerika, imagine how surprised I was when I got a note from you asking to meet and talk during lunch break, whatever would you want to talk about with me, the communist bastard." Hands tightened at the last statement yet America didn't react as the heavy Russian accent slipped by his ear.

"Not here, but I think it's of importance that you'll be interested in commie. Now would you mind letting go of me, I'm getting creeper vibes from you and I'm too awesome and American to get creeped out. And I'm not little, you're just freakishly tall." huffed the American as he wrenched himself out of Russia's neck hold and glared up at the pale blonde.

Leading the way out of the conference room, America aimed for one of the many, yet pointless conference rooms in the large building. Finally arriving at a room that seemed to appease the American's paranoia both nations entered, locking the door and sweeping for suspicious items. They sat down at the only table in the room where America then pulled out a stack of papers from one of his random space pockets (how he'd hidden all that food still bothered some countries) and handed it to Russia, suddenly rather serious. He rested his head on his propped arms as he watched through lidded eyes for the Russian's reaction.

Unfazed by the younger nation's demeanor- he'd seen it countless times during the Cold War- Russia examined the papers before him, closing off his expression as he flipped through papers.

"...Interesting proposition, Amerika. However, why choose me? And what makes you think I'd agree with...this?" Gesturing towards the stack of papers lying deceptively innocent on the table, lavender eyes peered at the blond through paler, almost silvery blond bangs. "It's quite a gamble for you to have made, showing me this information."

"I know you will accept."

At the raised eyebrow, America blushed and continued, slightly faster than before.

"I mean, it involves gaining things you've always fought for and desired. E-even if you no longer desire some of the items I offered, there's still other items I-"

The American was cut off by a pair of arms that trapped him against a broad chest, pulling him out of his chair and wrapping tightly around him where a mouth moved to the area between his jawline and neck. Instinctively he struggled before a harsh nip to the neck caused the smaller man to moan, melting complacently into the Russian.

"I'm assuming you are talking about the...union between the United States… and the Russian Federation."

American didn't respond, but the way he pressed closer to the body behind him, brilliant blush still upon his face explained everything.

"But of course little Amerika, I would never refuse on this. Not when I've been waiting for so long. Conquering the world as ours is merely a plus."

Author's Note: Sooo, what do you think? Good? Bad? Meh? I've been holding onto this one for a while, this is actually the second story I started writing until I saw the Of Death and Fear challenge. Let me know what you think, 'kay?