3England placed a light hand on the small of America's back and guided him out the door into the hallway, leaving Russia sitting in the meeting room at the table with a red-eyed Prussian crouching at his feet. He rested his chin on his left hand and still held the chain with his right hand. Prussia was being oddly obedient for how outgoing and rambunctious he can be.
Suddenly, he felt a tug on the chain and his violet eyes shifted to where Prussia was trying to break the iron collar he wore around his neck. Again. Russia tugged back on the chain and Prussia shot him a feared glare, but still tried to snap the chain in half. That was when Russia smiled again.
Prussia rolled his eyes. He absolutely hated him. And that damn smile! Everything about that Siberian bastard irked him! But something about the larger nation unleashed butterflies in Prussia's stomach, chilling him to the bone. What was the strange attraction he felt for this man? And why the hell did he obey him?!
Prussia tried his hardest ever to break the iron collar, but it was no use. He was strong, but the collar's grip was stronger. If he strangled too much, he may choke to death. And that wouldn't be good for him, seeing as he had a reputation to keep.
Russia placed a hand on his head and pet his hair. Did he seriously think he was a dog?! Prussia jerked his head away from the country's hand and shot some more red lasers at him. But Russia didn't flinch. He sat perfectly still, almost like a frozen statue.
Suddenly, he decided he'd had enough of this "you were being a bad boy" shit and stood up in front of Russia, who stayed seated and stared up at him. Stared at him with those eyes. Those deep, vivid...beautiful amethyst eyes. Why was it that every time he looked into this guy's eyes, he became instantly mesmerized?
Then, Russia smiled once again. He reached up and brought the cloth down so it hung around his neck like a necklace. "Something wrong?" he asked. Yeah, something was seriously wrong!
"Why am I here?" he demanded in return.
"What do you mean by-?"
"You know damn well exactly what I mean! Why am I here doing whatever you say? Trapped in this-" He shook his head, rattling the chain attached to the iron collar around his neck. "This...thing! I hate it! I hate..." He looked into Russia's eyes and tried hard to finish, "...you."
This was when Russia stood up, towering a foot taller than the albino man. "You don't hate me, Gil," he insisted, touching his pet's arm with his gloved hand, but Prussia shoved him off and took a few steps back until the chain was stretched as far as it would go, which wasn't very far away from the elder country.
"Don't touch me!"
"You were being a naughty boy, my pet. I had to punish you. So you are to sit through the whole meeting with me." He closed his eyes and smiled again. Why did that smile have to be so creepy?! And...attractive?
"Why don't you punish me the way you mentioned before?" Prussia mumbled, but Russia had heard him and suddenly took hold of his waist. Oh, Gott...
"I can if you want me to," Russia replied with an even bigger smile. And suddenly, Prussia couldn't help but lean in to him. His eyes drew him closer. But before he could lightly kiss him, Russia had pulled him by the waist and slammed his lips into his, almost violently. Though he was a bit rough, the man with snowy hair and scarlet eyes didn't mind it. Actually, he really enjoyed it and leaned in. It was difficult to join in more with his hands tied behind his back. And it was hard to crane his neck with an iron collar choking him. But somehow, it made it even hotter.
In fact, the heat in the meeting room they were in presently started to rise dramatically, or at least Prussia's body temperature rose drastically. He struggled slightly, trying to escape from the rope keeping his wrists captive, all while still moving his lips against the larger nation's own.
Russia reached around his pet and undid the ropes that tied his wrists together. As soon as Prussia's hands were free, he wrapped his arms around the elder country's neck and leaned in even more, running a hand through Russia's light blonde hair and tangling his fingers in the loose strands. Something soft and wet was begging entrance into his mouth and he allowed it eagerly. He rubbed his tongue against it and explored the other's mouth as well, battling for dominance. Their breaths mixed together and eventually, he couldn't seem to win.
In the end, Prussia actually didn't need punishment. He was obeying his owner and was being a good boy. So Russia let him off easy, but his pet kept shifting uncomfortably during the whole meeting.
After the death sentence of a boring, extended discussion of politics and stuff, Russia offered to take the iron collar off of Prussia's neck. His pet nodded his head and was released of his capture, but he didn't leave.
"We should go, huh?" he asked.
"Sure. I'll take you home," Russia answered.
"Nein. Uh, I meant...to your house."
"...really?"
"Ja. Besides, we have things to finish." Prussia stepped closer to Russia and gently grabbed the collar of his shirt with one hand. Russia smiled, but it was different. It wasn't the usual sweet kind, but a smirk that had "mischief" written all over it.
They left for Russia's house and Prussia felt his pants suddenly get tighter as he thought of how things would turn out later that day. A flash back to when he was England's cabin boy came to his mind. He shook it to the back of his brain; that life was over. He was someone else's cabin boy now.
Russia flopped to the side and lied beside his pet. Sweat poured down his face and he could taste the saltiness in his mouth. His pet, Prussia, panted beside him, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He was stripped from his uniform before they even made it to the bedroom, and now a sheet covered at least his nether regions. Russia reached over and placed a hand on his pet's stomach. Prussia turned his head so he could face the elder, dominant, much-larger-than-he-thought nation. Then, he received a kiss on his forehead.
"Gil," muttered Russia. "Я люблю тебя." Prussia felt a slight shiver go down his spine. He didn't need to know Russian to understand what he'd just said.
"Ditto," he replied to Russia's chest. He gave it a peck, wanting to fall into a deep slumber.
"My beloved pet." Prussia felt his eyelids grow extremely heavy. He began to close his eyes as he heard Russia whisper something that automatically lulled him to sleep.
"Moй любимoe домашнее животное..."
Translations
Russian:
Нет (Nyet) – No
Что? (Chto) – What?
Я люблю тебя (Ya Lyoo-blyoo Teb-ya) – I love you
Moй любимoe домашнее животное (Mo-ih Lyoo-bim-moh-ye doh-mash-nee zhih-voht-noye) – My beloved pet
German:
Gott (Got) – God
Nein (Nine) - No