WARNING: VERY GRAPHIC SCENES IN THIS CHAPTER!!!!

"Russia..." A white pearl hand curled around his wrist.

The Russian tisked and pushed the figure away from him. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the American especially on today of all days.

"Russia!" The shorter male slid in his path with an urgent look behind his dark blue eyes.

"Get out of my way, America." The Russian growled in such a way that it reminded him of his father's voice. Just that simple action nearly drove him to tears.

America seemed to be driven close to tears, himself, as his voice wavered and wobbled with his last plead. "Wait, Russia, please let me talk. I didn't... your father means so..."

"I don't want to hear it!" The Russian roared and pushed the American to the cold, damp ground.

"Russia, please..." America struggled to get up to face Russia once again, but the Russian wouldn't allow it.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Wild tears streamed down his white, blue, and red face. Every shout encouraged a kick to the American's face or ribs which led America into a series of pain felt sobs.

"I'm sorry..." The broken man below Russia would mutter. "I'm so sorry, Russia." Eventually, the American passed out from all the blood loss and all that was left was the broken rage of an abandoned country.

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"RUSSIA!"

Russia's light blue eyes popped open in great surprise. He was dreaming about his father's funeral again and America's pleads to listen to him. It ended so brutally, but Russia thought that it was obvious the American should have left him alone in the first place.

"Russia, wake up!" A very annoyed Indian voice came from behind the groggy man.

"What, India! What do you want?" The Russian stood up angrily while turning to glare at his friends.

India, China, Israel, and Turkey all blinked back at the angry man.

"We're going to go grab a drink." The Indian purred while making his favorite drink in Russia's kitchen.

"At your favorite bar, I might add." China murmured with his infamous, sly smirk.

"I don't feel like it." Russia huffed and crossed his arms, yet sauntered over to his small group of friends.

"Oh, Russia, you're always excited about drinking at your favorite bar. Don't lie to us!" Israel smiled at the taller man while plopping a cherry from his banana sundae into his mouth.

"Plus-!" Turkey hummed. "Your favorite stripper is there tonight!"

"Freedom?" Russia's eyes widened with excitement. "Why didn't you say that? Let's go!" The Russian bounced around his cold, empty house to grab his wallet and car keys. All his friends shared approving smirks as they made their way out of Russia's front door.

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After a short car ride, the group entered Russia's favorite bar. They all dispersed into the dark blue and purple lights of the club to do their own things like they usually did.

Russia causally slid to the shiny bar to talk to his favorite bar tender. "My usual." A cocky smile grew on his face once the bartender gave him his favorite bottle of poison.

"Her show is just about to start, Russ." The old, gruffy bartender gave his regular customer a hearty wink.

Russia's face felt lighter from those few words. "Thanks for letting me know, pal." His dark red hands fished for a tip out of his pocket as the lights dimmed, signaling that a show was about to start. The Russian passed the wad of cash over to the older man before disappearing into the dense crowd.

Russia watched the stage franticly, ready for just a glimpse of his favorite girl, Freedom. The cold bottle of vodka was already at his lips as he saw a slender leg step out from behind a dark purple curtain. He then began to chug his clear alcohol once her beautiful frame was completely revealed on the stage. Each step of hers was made with pure confidence and the way she swung her hips drove the Russian insane. She clung to a silver pole in the middle of the stage and began her elaborate dance.

Russia's eyes never left her body until she disappeared back behind the tall deep purple curtains. As the night went on, the Russian downed more and more vodka bottles until he could barely make out anything in front of him anymore.

"Sir, are you okay?" A very sweet voice sprang up besides Russia's ear. As the Russian turned to reply to the voice, his heart nearly exploded. It was Freedom looking down at him with deep blue eyes. Her pearl white hands gently held onto Russia's ripped biceps. "Sir...?"

"Free..." The Russian murmured before completely blacking out.

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"Russia..."

"Russia!"

"Russia, please..."

"I'm so sorry, Russia."

"Rrrrr!" Freedom pushed Russia away from her with all her might. He was currently kissing her in the sloppiest way possible with all his body weight against her small frame in her small workstation reserved for the guests who wanted alone time with her.

He finally moved a bit off of her which gave her a chance to gasp for breath. "You... idiot! Get...off!" Her small pearl, white arms continued to push the giant off of her with all her strength.

"Wats wronggga?" The Russian rolled on his back and pulled her along with him. Her scarlet red hair flopped helplessly with the rest of her small body. She sighed as she flipped her red locks out of her face, so she could look down at the drunkard below her.

"You were kissing me for too long! I couldn't breathe, meat head!" She hissed while trying to sit up.

Russia continued to hug her close and frowned. "Whyyyy. are. you. being so meannnn? You're. like. thissssss guy I know... Americaaa. He'ssss sssoh mean to me!"

Freedom sighed and stared the Russian down. "I have something to tell you, dummy. Freedom is just a stage name. I'm America."

Russia giggled and kissed Freedom once again. "Noooooo, silly!"

Freedom huffed and pulled her wig off. Then, she rubbed off as much makeup as she could to reveal a very pissed American. "Look, Russia, it's me, the mean guy."

"Noooo!" Russia stared at America with obvious shock. He cupped the American's face and traced over the other's lips which made the trap of a country blush.

"It don't matter. I. Wish. You. Told. Me. Freedommm." The Russian pulled America's jaw roughly down to his face.

"Russia! No!" America's pleas were immediately cut off by Russia's sloppy kisses which only grew needier and needier for the other.

America blushed as he felt Russia pin him down.

"Can. Iiii?" The Russia purred into his ear.

America's blush grew brighter as he thought over his options. His dark blue eyes studied the Russian for a second before making a split decision. "Y-yes."

America's answer made the Russian smile and to show his happiness, he left a hot trail of kisses up America's neck.

America squeaked from the burning sensation he received from those kisses which made Russia chuckle in return.

Their lips roughly met once again. Both the Russian and the American fought for dominance while their hands roamed their lover's body.

Russia's dark red hands intertwined into America's red, white, and blue hair. With a handful of the shorter male's short hair, the Russian pulled sharply to give him better access to America's mouth.

America gasped at the short sting of pain which gave the Russian enough time to win the war. Soft moans and whimpers floated around the two intertwined enemies. Neither of them thought they would ever be caressing the other in such a way. Yet, here they were with the giant Russian man leaving hot kisses down America's happy trail.

America fidgeted, not used to having so much attention that he actually enjoyed. As he felt Russia pulling his member out of his misleading uniform, he blushed with excitement and pleasure. Something wet and warm surrounded his shaft which made him squirm with anticipation.

Russia chuckled after watching the blushing mess below him wriggle around due to his simple touch. The chuckling only sent more of waves of pressure towards America, who could no longer take it.

"Please, Russia, please!"

Russia moved away from America's throbbing member with a sloppy smirk. "Please what, Ame...?"

America huffed and narrowed his eyes, hating that he yearned for the other this badly. He rolled over on his stomach and buried his face into a fluffy white pillow. "Please fuck me!" He cried exasperatedly into the fabric.

"You got itt, baby." The Russian growled playfully into America's ear which left the other shivering which led Russia into studying his partner. Even in his drunken haze, Russia still admired the man below him by tracing his fingers softly against America's skin.

This left America extremely flustered. He couldn't help but to fidget from his lover's burning touch. "Ru...Russia, please!"

A deep, hearty chuckle came from Russia. He simply adored America being so needy of him already. His huge red hand slapped America's thigh roughly as a mischievous smirk formed on his dark, handsome face. "Hush, Ame, let me admire..er youuu throughly." He fought to stay in the moment instead of losing himself in a trance orchestrated by America's jiggling thighs. He squeezed his lover's butt cheek instead, thrilled at the red marks he was already leaving. The hungry Russian leaned over his smaller counterpart and stuck two fingers into the American's awaiting mouth. "Suck." The Russian ordered in a deep, husky voice.

America blushed and started sucking while the Russian grinded against the other. The smaller male's heart skipped a beat due to how big the Russian was.

Russia pulled his fingers away and teased the other's entrance without putting any distance between the two. "Nervous?" The Russian could clearly see how flustered and nervous the other was. As he waited for America's answer, he nibbled on the other's ear playfully.

America giggled due to Russia's nibbling sensation which left him fidgeting even worse than before. "Yes, yes, I'm fine." To prove his words, he shook his bottom teasingly at Russia.

The Russian couldn't help but to smile at his little American. "Good." Then, he slipped his long digits into the unsuspecting American.

"Mmmm~!" America closed his eyes tightly as the mixed feeling of pain and pleasure overlapped each other.

The Russian kept going by twirling and pushing his digits in and out of his lover at an ever so rising speed.

America clinged onto his pillow and bed sheets for dear life as the pain soon faded into intense pleasure. His breaths panted out to the rhythm the Russian was making with his fingers. "Russia.... Do me." America moaned into his pillow while awaiting the thing that would leave him limping for the next few weeks.

"Gladlyyy." Russia murmured happily as he removed his fingers and brushed his tip against America's entrance.

The American immediately buckled which made the Russian burst into laughter. "Someone's excited." He lightly teased as he started to push himself into the other.

"Sh...shut! Up!" America fought the moans to bash Russia one more time before he became a moaning mess.

"What was that?" Russia pushed himself fully into America with the biggest smirk that no country had seen before.

"AaaaaaHHH~!" Tears immediately sprang from America's eyes as waves of pain came at him.

Russia immediately pulled out and gently rolled the American over. "I... I am so s-sorry. Soooo sorry." Seeing America's tears, brought tears to his own eyes as well.

"It's... it's okay." The American quickly swallowed a lump in his throat and brushed the tears out of his eyes. He quickly pulled on his uniform and carefully got out of bed. "I.. I have to go."

"Oh." Russia watched the other sorrowfully as he buried himself into America covers.

"S-stay as long as you like. See you around." Just like that, America limped out of the room in a hurry. Both countries blinked desperately away at the tears forming in their eyes.

Russia stayed in America's room for quite sometime before his friends had found him and dragged him into the late atmosphere of the bar.

"What happened to you, dude?" India clamped a strong hand over Russia's shoulder.

"Did you get with Freedom tonight?" A sneaky smirk formed on China's face as he elbowed his good friend.

"Well, I tried, but she ran away." Russia looked down at India's shoes sadly.

Silence immediate overtook the small group as they each gave each other silent looks.

Israel gently took Russia's hand with a small smile. "You know what will cheer you up?"

"What?" Russia sighed and glanced up from the ground and into Israel's blue eyes.

"The V.I.P. section!" Turkey bounced in the middle of the group and flashed around a few very sleek V.I.P. bracelets.

Russia smiled and took one for himself. "You guys are really the best!"

"Bros forever!" India cheered. This incited a group high-five before they sauntered over to a darker section of the bar reserved for the V.I.P.s.

China roughly patted Russia's back as they walked down a dim hallway and into a complete chaotic rager. Neon lights and countries of all kinds partied in a tight small group on a shiny dance floor. "Look out into that glorious sight and tell me what you see, bud."

"A bunch of high and drunk countries." Russia muttered as he continued to watch the crazy mass party.

"No!" China grabbed Russia's face and forced him to look directly into his shiny, yellow eyes. "All those countries right there are opportunities."

"Opportunities for what?" Russia asked with complete confusion.

"To get over Freedom. Now, come on!" With a sly grin, China pulled the hesitant Russian into the middle of the chaos.

After a few minutes of debating, Russia joined in on the shenanigans, but no matter how hard he partied the American still lingered in his thoughts. With a heavy sigh, the Russian lumbered into a quiet corner and let his guard down. "Nothing about this is helping." The Russian looked down hopelessly at the floor while taking off his fluffy ushanka.

"Tell me about it." A slender male called from an even darker part of the room that Russia didn't even see at first.

With wide eyes, Russia turned to face the male's voice. As he peered into the darkness, he could faintly make out two dark green stars. "What are you doing here?" The Russian barked a bit sharply.

"Can't a man sit down for a break?" The male brushed off Russia's rudeness and rose from his chair to sit by Russia.

Now, that Russia could see him better, he immediately recognized the other male. "Sorry, Syria. I'm just not having a good night."

Syria smiled gleefully. Surely, it would have reached his eyes if he had any. "No worries, my friend. I could tell something was off ever since you sat down."

Russia glanced over at Syria with a soft smile. "I always liked that about you."

"Apparently not enough to stay with me." A short burst of laughter came from Syria as he poked Russia to show he was teasing.

Russia shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Still sour about it I see. Just get over me already."

"Never." Syria giggled and gave Russia a soft kiss on his cheek.

Russia mentally sighed. Syria always had this strange allure that drew Russia to him. It was frustrating and enduring all at the same time.

Syria broke the other out of his thoughts by simply patting his shoulder. "Sorry, I know you were having a hard time before I came over."

"No, no, it's okay..." Russia drifted off and glanced up at Syria's face. There it was again. That yearning to hold Syria in his arms again called out to him and tonight he was just too tired to fight it. "Hey, Syria?" Russia leaned even closer towards the other.

Syria grinned brightly and wiggled his eyebrows. "Yes, Russia?"

"I miss you." Those three words pulled the two past lovers together into a passionate kiss. As Russia leaned back and looked down at the other, a feeling he never felt before settled over him. "I'm sorry, Syria. I mean... I miss the idea of you... we have to stop this game we're playing with each other." Russia stood up and slipped his ushanka back on. "Goodnight... old friend." After a few seconds, a confused Syrian was left all alone in a dark and isolating corner.

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The Russian stumbled down the streets of his great city with a heavy frown and a heavier heart. One country was constantly haunting his thoughts and he just about had enough of it. Once he reached his cozy apartment, the Russian stumbled into his bathroom and looked into his mirror.

"America... this isn't over."

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Yoooooooooo this is the end of another great chapter lol! Sorry this took so long, but for some reason this was very hard to write lol.

Soooooooo I was thinking that I need a new cover for this book as well! If you are interested, please get with me and I'll try to get to you asap!

Sorry if you have sent me something and I haven't replied yet, my job had been hectic and I haven't been feeling great these past few days.

I'll try to respond soon!!!!

Anyway I hope you like this chapter!!! Tell me what you think!!!

~Wordsperminute