*Warning. Smut at the end of the chapter.*

I woke up this morning to the smell of smoke. I opened my blurry eyes. In the distance I could hear the smoke alarm going off. Something in me told ne that was bad, but I couldn't figure out why for the life of me. I sat up half way and just thought for a moment.

A second latter I'm sprinting out the room, just barely rembering to grab my jacket. I ran down the stairs, almoat sliping and falling in the process. When I got down to the ground floor I saw a plume of smoke coming out of the kitchen. I ran in trying to locate where the fire was to see England by the stove cooking...something.

"England, why the Hell is my kitchen on fire!" I shouted angerly at him as I grabbed a fire extinguisher out from under a cabinet.

"I don't know. I only turned away for a second." He shouted back in fear.

"Get the hell out!" I screamed pointing to the door way. He huffed and existed the smoke filled room.

I rolled my eyes and whent about putting out the fire. Once that was done I opened every window in the kitchen so that the smoke would clear. While I was taking care of that the rest of the house hold had come down. Probably woken by the commotion. Ivan was the first to step foot in my now soot covered kitchen.

"Fredka, is everything okay?" He asked me cautiously.

"Yea, everything is just great." I said bitterly as I looked at the sheer amount of cleaning I had to do. I walked up to see what he was cooking and snorted. "You know you're cooking is bad when even the ingredients are horrified by what you did to them." I said holding up the pan.

True enough what ever it was that England was trying to cook looked like a horrified face. It was funny, the only bit of humor in this situation. I threw away the ruined pan after Ivan gave his own snort. The food looked so burnt on that it might take hours to scrape the unholy mess off. Doing that would completely destroy the already now mostly ruined non stick coating, so their was no real point. It was shame since it was a really good pan too.

"Mattie, bro. Can you come in here?" I called down the hall.

"Yo, what do you ne- What in the world happened in here?" He asked gazing around at the still lingering smoke and soot.

"England's cooking happend." I said dryly. He nodded sympathetically coupled with a small cringe. "So, how do you feel about making pancakes for everyone. After I clean up the foam?"

"Uh, sure. Sounds good." He gave me a thumb up, still in awe of the sheer amount of smoke still in the kitchen.

"Fredka, go get dressed. I'll clean this up." He said shooing me out of the kitchen.

"Dude, you don't have too. It's not that bad." I tried protesting.

"Perhaps not, but you are only one still not dressed." He pointed out.

I realised he was correct when we walked passed the living room. Even England was dressed for the day, in a nice, but casual, suit. And judging by the fact that they weren't dressed in their best, save for England, ment that they rembered that today we'll be doing arts and crafts.

"Okay, fine. I'll be back down in a few." I told him. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and ran up stairs.

When I got up the steps I quickly became nauseous again. I darted into my bathroom and hunched over the toilet. For the second day in a row I hurled up everything in my stomach. Once again it wasn't much, but it was still just as unpleasant. When I was done I sat back on my heels and thought.

This couldn't be a bug, I had no other symptoms. But it can't just be nothing. Maybe it was a change in something in my day to day routine? They only thing that changed was the others showing up. That's probably it! I'm stressed by some of the people being here. I havent had real visitors in a long time, so it made sense that I would be under a little stress.

Confident that was the answer I stood up. I felt a little dizzy, most likely because I threw up, but it soon passed. I rinsed out my mouth with a little water to get rid of the foul fast of bile.

I picked out simple cloths for today. An old pair of jeans with a few stains and rips in them. I don't mind these getting any more destroyed. The problem came with trying to decide wich shirt to wear. I didn't have any long sleeve shirts I wanted ruined, so that only left the short sleeves. I chose a dark grey shirt that sleeves came down to my elbow. I matched it with a pair of black pleather gloves that stopped just short of my elbow. It was enough to cover, so that was the important thing.

As I was walking back down the stairs I could smell the delicious aroma of Mattie's pancakes from Heaven. Just the smell was enough to make me drule and make my stomach rumble. That second one could be because I just threw up though. Probably not, his pancakes were to die for.

Before I stepped into the dining room where everyone was at I pulled the dry erase board off the fridge. I pulled its marker out of a draw as well. I walked in and marched to my spot. Every one quieted down when they saw me enter. They could tell I had something important to say.

I turned to face them with a comferting smile. "First I would like to say good morning everyone." They choruses a form of good morning back to me. "Next I want to talk about today's activity. As you all know we will be doing arts and crafts today in my art room. The point of this is to bond more as a family unit and to create something we can keep forever to remind ourselves of the time we had this week. We will be spending all day in that room!

"The final thing I want to talk about is a new addition to my rules." I wrote something down on the board just then. I turned it around to face the room. Apon seeing what I had written most of the room erupted in loud laughter. "From now on England is not allowed to cook, bake, help cook, help bake, or anything else that is involved with the culinary arts unless he is closely supervised by either me, Mattie, or France. This is non negotiable."

"I hardly think that's fair. It's not like I burnt down your kitchen." Said the nation in question.

"True, you didn't burn it down, but you do have a long history of setting kitchens on fire. If you were anyone else I could forgive a one time mistake. Everyone makes mistakes, but I don't want to have to replace my kitchen right before Thanksgiving." I told him firmly, but gently. "So for the rest of the week you are for the most part banned from my kitchen."

"I hardly think that's fair. It was only a little bit of smoke." He huffed angrily with crossed arms.

"Now, now mon amie. This is Americas house, and you did nearly destroy his kitchen. Pluse it's not like he completely banned you from cooking. You just have to be supervised." France tried soothing the temperamental island nation.

"Supervised like a bloody child! I know damn well how to cook!" He snarled.

"England, even the food was horrified by what you've done." I deadpaned. "The food was burnt into my almost brand new non-stick pan. I have never seen that before. I had to throw it away, it was that bad. That was my favorite pan too."

"Whatever." He huffed and whent back to his pancakes.

Breakfast returned to its naturally quiet and peaceful atmosphere. Idle chitchat filled the silence as everyone returned to their own meals. I looked down at my stack of three and started adding toppings. Eggs, syrup, cool whip, a couple of sliced pickles, a scoop of peanut butter, and a bit of hot sauce. I, once again, had everyone's attention because of my absurd topping choices. I know they're weird, I get it. I just wish that they'd stop staring.

"Alfred, are you okay?" Kat asked me a bit worried.

"Yea, I'm fine. Why?" I asked her curiously.

"No reason. Just making sure." She smiled at me. I gave her a smile back and whent back to my food.

After we all got done eating I corralled everyone to the art room. I came down yesterday after everyone had fallen asleep to set up the tables. I brought out everything from glue to paint, crayons to foam sheets, fancy design scissors to glitter of every color of the rainbow. They looked around both amazed and excited. Even Nat looked interested and had a small smile on her face.

"Alright guys and gals. Today is all about arts and crafts! Take your time and do not be afraid to restart or use the last of anything. We'll be in here all day, except for meals, and I have loads of stuff. So if we start running low on anything just let me know!" I told them all with a big smile. "So go ahead and make whatever you want!"

"Is this clay?" I heard Kat ask.

"Sure is! You can make something if you want. I have an oven in another room ment specifically for clay art. So go ahead and make want you want and how ever much as you want." I told her with a laugh. She smiled up at me and started messing with the clay and tools for it.

"Alfred, is this sewing machine?" Nat asked from the other side of the room.

"Yeper doodles. If you wanna use it to make something go for it.I have tones of fabric and stuff on that shelf and that chest." I pointed to each in turn. "I have even more in that closet over there."

"And I can use as much as I want?" She asked a little unsure but full of hope.

"You got it. If you wanna make a new outfit you can. Their is no holding back today." I laughed.

A bright smile crossed her face and she started digging around through the chest. I looked around at everyone in here. France had taken a spot in front of a canvas near the big windows. England found stuff for needle point and sat in one of the big comfy chairs. Both Ivan and Mattie were at the table with all the craft stuff.

I joined them and picked up a big sheet of paper. I planed on doing a picture for today. Something I can easily stop doing at any moment to help someone else. I was going to do the sketch on paper, then scan it into the computer and use a program to color in. It was always easier for me to do shading and coloring on a computer then it is for me to do it by hand.

A few times I had to stop what I was doing to help someone. Nat got the tread tangle up on the inside of the machine and England couldn't find the right shade of blue for his cross stitching. For the most part, however, it was calm. I noticed something while I was scanning my picture. So far this is the calmest everyone has been. No one *England* has tried starting a fight with anyone yet. People were talking to one another nicely. The atmosphere we light and friendly instead of tense and sparking with nervous energy.

Maybe things were finally going up for us. We had sailed through the rough waters and are now able to float along calmly. We can all make friends with one another. The thought brought a smile to my face. I checked the time and noticed it was just past noon.

"Alright everybody. I'm gonna go make us some lunch. All y'all just chill here. I'll come get you when I'm done." I told them as I walked out of the art room.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I realised this was the first time I'll be cooking since they showed up. The need to do a good job rose up so I tossed out my idea to make sandwiches. I instead decided to make home made chicken strips. It'll be the perfect thing to make. Everyone likes chicken, and making it will give everyone a chance to get to know one another without me hovering over them. Maybe then they can start being friends.

I prepared lunch as fast as I could. Though making it was pretty simple, it did take some time. The pan could only hold so many pieces at a time after all. I made a some fries as well to go with it. When I was done nearly forty-five minutes had passed. I turned around to heaf out to the hall and nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Good lord Ivan! Will you stop that?" I asked him with my hand over my heart. Behind me, now in front technically, I stood leaning against the wall watching me. "Why are you watching me?"

"Sorry Fredka. I did not mean to scare you. Again." He said with a grin. "I like watching you do things."

"Why?" I asked him. I started preparing the others their plates.

"You smile." He said simply.

"I'm always smiling. So I'm not really seeing your point." I told him a little confused.

"Da, you are, but those are usually faked or forced. Even if only a little bit." He pointed out walking up to me. I knew he was right. No matter genuine my smiles are, they are almost always a little bit forced. "But when you are doing something you enjoy you have a real smile. I noticed it when you were skating yesterday and when you were drawing earlier today as well. These are not conscious smiles, so I know they are all real." He had walked all the way up to me now, pressing me against the counter. "I like watching you because in those few moments I can see the real you." He leanded down and pressed a kiss against my lips. It wasn't heated nor did it last long, but it was sweet and caring.

"You're still a creep." I giggled.

My arms circled up around his neck and we just held each other for a long moment. His hands ran up and down my back in a soothing way. I was relaxing into the hug when one of his hands brushed against one of my still healing cuts. I let out a small hiss and he immeadantly retracted his hand.

"Sorry Alfred. I had forgotten about those." He said concerned, kissing my temple.

"It's okay. I forgot about them myself."

"How are they doing?" He asked curiously.

"Fine. Still hurts, but I know they're closing up." I told him.

"Good." He said giving me another kiss. He pulled back to give me some space.

"That was one weird freak accident yesterday though. He took out so many people with one bump. I have never seen that happen before, and I've been in ice rinks almost as much as you and Mattie have." I told slightly amazed, one hand on my hip as the other gestured randomly. I turned back around to continue making everyone their plate.

"Who said it was accident?" He suggested darkly.

"Hey, as much of a doush England is, he would never do something like that. No matter how mad he was at me. Their were innocent children in that rink. He would never put any of them in harms way." I told him with all the certainty I felt. "Did he do something stupid? Yes. Was it somewhat on purpose? Maybe, but doubtful. Did he mean to hurt so many people? I don't think so."

"I hope you're right. You know him better then I do." He said turning his head.

"Yea, well, after all this time I probably know him about as well as you do." I snorted. I picked up two of the plates and headed to the dinning room. "Do me a favor and get the others?"

"Da." He said walking out.

I watched him go with a small smile. He was always so kind to me. Always ready to help me out when asked, and sometimes not when asked. It really was a change from how he used to be. How we used to be. Years of rivalry just flew out the window when he saw me kneeling in front of the window. Sure, we both already amitted that neither of us ment it, but still. I guess that with being nations forgiveness comes in full force when finally given. We don't really have time to draw it out.

I laughed at that.

We're immortal and we never have time for anything. Humans live for not even a century and they have time to live full lives and are able to take their time doing such. But I guess it's also a matter of perspective. China is one of the oldest countries on Earth, his civilization over 3,000 years old. To him what's another 10 years of holding a grudg? To me, even being as old as I am, 10 years is still a long time to be mad at someone. 5 was a long time.

I heard a small herd of people coming down the hall just as I finished setting the table. I had plates in everyone's favorite seats. I also brought in a couple of diffrent drinks. I brought in cool aid, water, and tea for block brows.

I gave every one a big smile as they entered. "I figured I'd do something fun for lunch to keep us in the mood when we return to our projects. So I present to you; finger food!"

"This really unsanitary. Their are germs on outer hands and you want us to put them in our mouths." England said scolding me.

"Oh my God England, if you are really that worried, go wash your hands." I said exasperated while pointing to the kitchen sink. "It's not that hard to figure out."

"I need to wash my hands as well." Kat said walking to the sink.

"See." I said smugly to the seething island nation. He glared at me the entire way to the sink. I rolled my eyes and turned back to every one else. They had already started eating, not at all bothered by the now common spat. Ivan was glaring holes into Englands back however. "So how's the grub?"

"It's good Al. It's been a long time since I've had your home made chicken strips." Mattie said with a small smile. Next to him Kumo looked up at him with pleading eyes, hoping for a piece. "They're just as good as I remember."

"Thanks bro." I said before taking a bite out of one if mine.

I felt something paw at my leg and looked down to see Hero staring up at me with wide eyes. I rolled my eyes fondly and gave her a strip. She took it gratefully, rubbing my leg with her head, before disappearing. She was used to getting scraps at the table, so I didn't really think when I handed her the piece.

"Do you really feed your animals at the table?" England said disgusted. "That is disgusting. All animals are filthy. Even cats. They paw around in their own fecal matter, then they lick their paws."

"...Call my cat filthy on more time and I will take her litter box and dump it on everything you own." I threatened darkly. He sputtered a little but remained silent after that. I looked to my left to see Ivan giving me a look. "What?"

"You seem particularly defensive about the cleanliness of you cat. I just find it a little weird, even for you." He explained in a non judgmental way.

"When I got Hero I looked at her and said that if she wanted people food, she needs to take people baths. She is the cleanest cat out there and if she could speak she would tell you of all the baths she's had to endure to claim that title." I said with a smile while playfully pointing a chicken strip at him.

"Alright Fredka. If you say so." He rolled his eyes playfully. I have him a small, playful snort and whent back to eating.

England remained quiet for the rest of the meal. Which was a relief for everyone here. After the food was gone, and all scraps thrown in Kumos mouth, we headed back to the art room. Kat imeadiently showed me the cute little flower vase she was working on. It was pretty big, about the size of a paper towel roll. It had many complex and beautiful designed on it as well.

"Kat, this is lovely. I'm gonna take this to the other room so it doesn't get knocked into while it drys. I'll fire it up in the oven tomorrow, then you can paint it. I have glossy paint too, so I can heat it up again and it looks super shiny."

"That sounds wonderful! Thank you so much." She clasped her hands.

"No problem. You can make something else while you wait if you want. I have loads of materials to do all kinds of things." I smiled her as I gestered around the room.

She nodded her head and joined her brother at the table. She picked up a ball of yarn from a basket under the table and started knitting away. I watched them fondly for a moment before heading out of the room. The oven wasn't too far, but it was in a specially designed room that won't set on fire the second I turn the oven on. I had a drying rack in there too for clay projects. I set the vase next to a few smaller things I planed on fireing up once I had collected enough to make turning on the oven worth it.

I was adjusting some the smaller clay sculptures when I heard a small crash and shouts coming from the other room. I closed my eyes tightly, staying there in the room hoping the fight will sort itself out. When the shouting got louder instead of quieter I sighed in deafet. I rolled my eyes, already guessing who was the reson for the start of the fight. Apoun walking into the room I saw that my assumption was correct.

Only it was slightly different this time. I raised a questioning brow at England, who was covered in purple glitter. Russia stood across from him with a jar of paper cricket push pins. He had an appologetic look on his face while England ranted at him. I walked over to Nat, who was watching from the safety of the other side of the room.

"Uh, what happened?" I asked her as I kept an eye on the fight.

"Big brother was trying to get that jar of a high shelf. It was right next to a group of jars of glitter. When he grabbed the had it pushed one of the glitter jars which pushed another that then pushed the one that fell on England. The container broke open the second it hit Englands head, covering him and his cross stich with the glitter. He then started sgouting at big brother for it." She explained, her voice and face darkening as she whent on.

"I see. Okay, let me try to defuse the situation." I said coming between them, but still off too the side. "Hey guys. Is all this really necessary over a jar of glitter?" I said keeping my tone of voice light.

"He dupmed the bloody stuff all over me, my suit, and my cross stich!" He shouted at me angrily.

"Hey, chill man. You can always take a shower and we can wash your cross stitch." I pointed out.

"And what about my suit?" He snarled while gesturing to said piece of clothing.

"Well, it's your fault for wearing a suit. I told everyone we were doing crafts today, and at any point in time you could have changed into something you wouldn't mind getting glitter all over." I countered, all lightness leaving my voice.

"Well I didn't pack anything I wouldn't mind getting ruined. I assumed that we'd be having a mature holiday like adults instead of making arts and crafts like a bunch of five year olds at a birthday party!" His voice rose louder and louder with each work he let out. I shrunk back a little, never one for handling being yelled at well.

"Do not raise your voice at Alfred in his own home!" Ivan snarled threatinly at the island country.

"Don't tell me what to do you bloody wanker!" England shouted, taking a step forward.

"Hey guys! No fights, okay." I said getting directly between them.

"Stop trying to get in everybody's business you brat!" He shouted, shoving me out from between them.

I heard a collective gasp from everybody in the room. I stumbled and lost my footing making me crash into the metal shelves. Things fell off, hitting both the floor and me. One of the shelves to my right toppled over, completely dumpings its contents all over the floor. Both Ivan and Mattie dove to pull me out from under the shower of falling art supplies. Even though they were quick to pull me back, I was still covered in glitter and various other kinds of sparkly substances.

Once I fully regained my footing I looked around my now trashed art room. Everywhere their was paint, glue, glitter, paper, clay, and various other kinds of art supplies spilled all over nearly every surface. The mess was atrocious. My shoulders dropped at the sight of the huge mess I now had to clean up.

"America. I-uh..." England started to say, but I cut him off.

"Alright guys, little change of plans. I need you all to take any project that you were working on and take it too the dinning room table. Don't worry, I'll take a look at them tomarrow." I said with a forced smile on my face. Everyone could tell it was fake this time. Even England got the hint. "I need to clean this mess up and I don't want to be bumping into anyone. So, take what ever you need from in here, and take it in there. Uh, France. I'm kinda going to need you to lay some new paper down in the dinning room. I don't want paint staining my floors."

"Sure thing America." He said with a somewhat forced smile as well.

"Fredka, maybe you should let someone help you. Their is a lot here to clean up. Far too much for one person." Ivan told me in a way that said he was offering to help.

"Yea, it is a lot, but nothing I can't handle. I want you guys to have fun and make something you can keep forever. I don't need any help in here." I said shaking my head, declining his offer. "I want you guys to go finish your projects."

"Are you sure Alfred? We can help." Kat offered in that sweet way of hers.

"I got it guys. Now go on. Shoo. I have work to do." I said shooting them out of the room.

I had to help Nat bring the sewing machine and the mannequin to the kitchen. After that I got to work. Since their were many spilled chemicals that are harmful when inhaled I had to put on a face mask and open the windows. It let in the cool late autumn air making the temperature in the room drop fifteen degrees.

I started by picking up the big pieces. Paper, tubes, string, scissors, stuff like that. I even had to pick up the fallen shelf. The pappers and stuff whent in the trash since they were ruined by the paint and other liquids. The scissors were the only thing I figured would be fine. Next I did a general moping of the floor. It got off all the paint, glue, and other liquids off the floor. I also wiped down the tables and chairs. The last thing I did was scrub the floor. The liquids seeped in between the little cracks and crevices in the floor. Some of them even started staining the hard wood floor.

It took hours to clean the whole place up. The room was large and the mess even larger. By the time I was finally done I was exhausted. My arms, hands, back, and legs ached from the strain of the scrubbing. I stood up and stretched, relieving part of aches. As I was gathering up my cleaning supplies I heard a knock at the door.

"Yo! What's up?" I called to them.

"So, dinners done." I heard Mattie say as he opened the door. "Are you hungry?"

"Yea, but I need a shower first. I have glitter in my open cuts. I'll eat after I get out." I told him with a small yawn.

"Okay." He looked around the now sparkling room. "You did a great job in here."

"Thanks." I grinned at him.

"You should have let us help you. At the very least made England do this. He's the one that pushed you and made the mess." He sighed while crossing his arms.

"It's whatever." I said waving him off. "The place needed a cleaning anyways. I'm gonna go take that shower now."

"Fine. Here, let me take those." He said reaching for the cleaning products.

I let him take them and gave my thanks. I walked out of the room, a thin trail of glitter following me, and walked to my room. I started up a shower, being sure to place my cloths in the sink. I can easily wash anyway any glitter the fell of them in there.

The shower was nice. The warmth of the water help untense my muscles and chase away the aches. I made sure to clean out my cuts particularly well. The last thing I need right now was an infection. When I was done with the shower I decided I didn't want to get out just yet, but I was also tired of standing. So I switched to a bath.

A bubble bath.

I lounged in the hot water, completely content. I was ordering new art supplies online to replace the ones destroyed. I had my laptop on a table next to the tub so I could use it without getting it wet. It was so quiet and peaceful now. I almost fell asleep when I heard someone enter. Surprised, I tried hiding behind my bubbles. I quickly calmed when I saw it was Ivan who had entered.

"No respect for my privacy, huh?" I said with a roll of my eyes.

"You've been up here for a while, da. I just thought you like someone to join you." He said with a small smile.

I looked at the clock on the corner of the computer to see it said 8:32. "Oh, wow. I have been in here for a while. I'm not getting out any time soon though. Well, I guess I wouldn't mind the company." I said with a blush.

He quickly undressed and slid in behind me in my large bathtub. I had to move around a little so he could fit. I also had to drain a bit of the water so it wouldn't spill over. I already cleaned one room today, I do not wanna clean another. When we settled down my back was pressed up against the larger males broad chest. One arm was wrapped protectivly around my waist while another held my hand on the side of the tub. I quickly relaxed into the embrace, pulling my laptop back to a more comfortable reach.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he started kissing the back of my neck.

"I am currently placing an order for more thinner. All seven bottle I had are now destroyed." I sighed.

"I'm sorry that I didn't stop him from pushing you. I didn't think he would do that." He sighed against my neck.

"Neither did I. I don't think anyone did. I don't know what his problem is, but he needs to get over it! It's only been three days and he's caused enough fights to make a meeting look boring!" I said raising my voice. I ducked my head to try to hide the tears of frustration that began trickling down my face.

He apparently noticed this since I felt his hand come up to wipe away the tears. "I know Fredka. I had hoped in the begining he would be able to put aside his hatred for me just so you could have the family bonding week you wanted. It seems that his anger is a lot stronger then either of us expected."

"Yea. It is. I just wish I knew what the problem was. That way I could at least try to fix it." I sighed, shuting down the laptop for the evening. I leaned back against him.

"That is something I have always amired about you. You desire to fix any problem so others can be happy." He said in between kisses he placed on my neck.

*Warning! It gets graphic starting here.*

I moaned lowly as his mouth found my sweet spot. I instinctively tilted my head to give him better access. One of his callused hands ran across my chest while the other rubbed up and down my thigh. It traveled up my thigh to rest on my hip. The other whent down my side to match the first. Both squeezed my sensitive hips making my breath hitch. He used his position to grind up against my ass. I let out a loud gasp, my cheeks blushing like fire.

"Oh, Ivan!" I let out another gasp when he ground against me again. "Someone seems happy to see me." I giggled.

"Da. Especialy now that you are in the mood." He said turning my face to kiss me.

His left arm let go of my hip and rewrapped itself around my waist. The other whent back to rubbing up and down the I side of my thigh, gently encouraging me to spread my legs. I slowly parted them as one of my hands wrapped around the back of Ivans head to keep him there. My other hand rested on his arm the was around my waist. We stayed like for a few moments. Us wrapped around each other while he slowly grinded against me.

After a few moments I pulled away and got out of the tub. I wrapped a towel around my chest. Then I walked back over to the tub, were Ivan still sat with stunned face, bent over, and pulled out the plug. I stood up strait and walked to the door. Before I walked through I stopped and looked at him from over my shoulder.

"Well. Aren't you coming to finish what you started?" I said flirtatiously while batting my eyes.

I didn't make sure he was following me. I could hear him getting out of the tub. Half way to the bed I let the towel slowly drop. I could hear him intake a sharp breath. Being as graceful as I could I slid onto the large bed on my stomach.

"Interested in trying a new position Fredka?" He whispered in my ear as he got on top of me. His hand ran up and down my sides sending shivers down my spine.

"I can't be on my back right now, so I figured why not?" I purred back, arching into his touch.

He whent back to kissing all along my neck. He stopped when he found my sweet spot and proceeded to suck and nibble on the flesh there. It was almost certainly going to leave a mark, but I'm pretty sure that was his goal. Proof to everyone that I was his.

I gasped loudly when one hand brushed against one of my sensitive nipples. I let out another when he started playing with it. I let out a small groan of frustration. He was only teasing me!

"Come on Vanya! Stop teasing with me. I wanna play." I said fluttering my eyes flirtatiously.

"As you wish love." He said kissing my temple. "Do you have the needed items, or do I have to go down stairs for more oil."

"I got some things over the week, for, you know, in case." I faulted a little at the end. "It's in the top drawer of the night stand." I said pointing to the night stand that sat by my end of the bed.

While he got the lube I arranged myself to a more comfortable position. Instead of laying flat I propped my legs up with my knees spread to provide better access. My front half was still laying down, only now I had a pillow under my chest. I was in what I believe my brother called doggy position.

I felt the bed dip behind me and my heart picked up. It didn't even realise he had already gotten the lube. He leaned over me and started kissing my back, being sure to avoid the cuts. It relaxed me further and distracted me while he stuck one of his thick fingers in. I let out a low moan at the sensation. He chuckled deeply as slowly added a second. He began twisting his fingers around, trying to find my spot. I let out a louder moan when I felt his finger brush against my g-spot. He started assaulting that spot while kissing at my neck and rubbing my hip with his other hand. I kept letting out choked gasps and loud moans, not really noticing when he slipped in a third finger. I was a shaking mess when he stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" I whined at the loss of friction.

"I believe you will like this a bit more." He said as his member was slowly slipping in.

"Oooohhh." I moaned as I felt the large appendage massage my inner walls. He held still for a moment, letting me adjust to the welcomed intrusion. After a moment I gave a nod for him to continue. He reached over and gave my cheek as kiss before slowly thrusting.

This time wasn't quiet like the last time. The last time we coupled was the night before he left for home. It was more desperate then. This time it was all about the feeling. How close we were together right now. How safe I felt with him. I could feel his love and adoration for me with each gental caress. I sent it back with every kiss I pulled him down for.

"Ah. Ivan." I called out his name softly.

"I'm right here Alfred. I have you." He said kissing the top of my shoulder. Pure love and happiness swelled in my heart.

"Ah! I lo-oh-ve you! Ah! Ah!" I moaned out as he began picking up speed.

"Be quite dorogaya. Unless you want the others to know what is going on in here." He teased between grunts.

"My walls, AH!, are sound proof. AH! AH!" My noises got louder the faster he whent. I could feel heat pooling deep in my lower abdomen. Like a spring getting closer to breaking. "Ivan! I'm close!"

"Come fore me moya lyubov." He growled before bitting my shoulder.

I gasped at the sharp puncture of his k-9s and shuddered at the feeling. It was enough to send me over the edge. I screamed loudly into the pillow laying beneath me. Seconds afterwards he came as well with a roar against the skin still in his mouth, filling me to the brim.

We stayed still for a few moments trying to recover. He bounced back a lot quicker then I did, already being used to feeling after all. I still needed a moment, so he gently pulled me under the covers for me. I immediately latched on to him the second he joined me under the blankets. I was still a panting mess, but I wanted to be as close to him as possible right now. He pulled me up to rest on his chest, a fond smile on his face.

*End of Smut!*

"Are you okay podsolnukh?" He asked as he gently rubbed the bit mark. It was going to bruise tomarrow, but I didn't care. Not that it would be seen anyway.

"Yes. I'm perfectly fine. I really needed this. I needed a way to relax." I sighed happily as I cuddled closer to the larger man.

"I'm glad I could help." He chuckled smugly. I rolled my eyes, a playful smile on my face.

"I'm just surprised you didn't go at me a few times. Like last time and the first time." I said with fake disappointment.

"You didn't seem in the mood for something that would take all night. As much as I would love to ravish you untill the sun comes up, their still are things we need to get done tomarrow." He soothinly rub my back.

"So we'll have to take a rain check?" I purred lovenly.

"Da." He reached down and brought me into a long kiss. I cuped my hand around his cheek and kissed back. "Ya lyublyu tebya, moya solntse."

"I love you too, snowflake." I said with a yawn. "Good night."

"Spokoynoy nochi, podsolnukh." He whispered.

I slowly drifted off too a deep sleep. Tomarrow may bring me more challenges and headachs, but right now. Right now is just perfect.

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Sorry for the long awaited update. Things have been going on in my house. Just your typical drama.

Check these out though! I got them off of wish! Aren't they cute?