You Will Be Mine: RussEst P. 4The question caused Russia to smile to himself...now he could finally expose his feelings..."Because I love you, Eduard..." Russia answered softly, tightening his grip on the blond nation.Estonia went rigid against him."Wha-what?!" The Estonian gasped, his green eyes wide. Russia smiled sweetly."I said, I love you..." Russia repeated, "now,"-(he leaned down to whisper in the Estonian's ear)-"let me show how much..."Taking the Baltic's face firmly in his hand, Russia forced his lips onto Estonia's in a hungry, desperate kiss, and......And it was just like he had imagined it would be; soft, sweet...oh so very, very sweet...The only damper was that Estonia was struggling relentlessly, trying to break free from Russia's hold..."Be still..." Russia murmured to the fighting Baltic, showering his face and neck with kisses, "Be still, my love..."But Eduard ignored him and continued to fight his fruitless battle of resistance."I'm not going to hur-" Russia began.
You Will Be Mine: RussEst P 11Estonia was morose and silent during the return up the basement stairs. The shrieks of his brothers, echoed over and over in his mind. When they reached the door, Russia gently set the Baltic on his feet."I trust you won't try to run away." he said, looking at Estonia with a wide grin.Estonia lowered his head."...No sir..." was his soft reply.Russia smirked, and, taking the keys from one of his pockets, unlocked the door. Turning back to the Estonian, Russia took him back into his arms. Grinning, he turned to the right, adjoining hall."BIG SISTER!" he called.At first there was a still silence, but then the sound of approaching footsteps came from the hall and a few minutes latter Ukraine appeared, her round, kind eyes questioning. Speaking in fast Russian, Mr. Braginski told her to clean up the 'mess' in the basement. Eyes wide with fear, she nodded and retreated down the basement steps. Smiling, Russia looked at the Estonian in his arms."I keep my word." he whispered, pressing
Heartbeats USUK part 2Thunder cackled above the house and shook the walls, making the whole place tremble with each booming rumble. America, still very much afraid of thunderstorms, rubbed his hands together wearily.Although he wasn't a pathetic sniveling mass of cowardice anymore, even the gentlest cracks of thunder or dimmest bolts of lightning would have his heart racing and eyes darting nervously.His fingers and toes twitched unconsciously, begging and pleading for him to escape into the sanctuary of Arthur's room like he had when he was younger. Of course there was no way he would or could ever comply.Arthur was here merely on business, not leisure! It was be extremely rude, not to mention slightly embarrassing, if Alfred showed up and asked to share a room just because he was afraid of a little storm. How could he ever call himself a hero when he couldn't even stand one measly storm without breaking into a cold sweat?An unexpected burst of lightning startled the young nation, causing a series of c