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Whatever it Takes	By : TheGreatChickenbone Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: So I decided to start doing this kink meme and writing everyday... I need more fanfictions anyways. Some of them are themes that aren't for everyone, while other's aren't too bad and have a sweet them to them... or somewhat. I can always mess this up~ I'll do different pairings throughout them. Most of these are going to be smut... I wont even lie about that. My girlfriend is doing this too, just with different pairings and going about it different ways – it was a challenge that had to be met

Theme: "Abduction as seduction"

Pairing: Russia x Belarus

It was strange, but he surely didn't remember getting there. Not once did he think about visiting Belarus, yet... here he was. It was a strange predicament. How was he going to get out of this one? That might be the most important question of them all. Honestly, if he could get away without her knowing then he wouldn't have to worry about why he got there. In fact, once Russia was out of there he would never think about it again. It was best to not dwell on how he got there if he managed to get free. That would only lead to him being beyond traumatized.

It did scare Russia a good bit to think that he was in her room. He recognized it because at one point she wasn't so... creepy. She was his sister after all and he did used to try to be a happy family with her and Ukraine. Things didn't always go the Russia wanted them to though. Ukraine didn't like him and Belarus liked him too much. Would anyone else be afraid to be in a room that belonged to someone that liked them too much? Not to mention not knowing how getting there happened.

"Big bruder, your awake."

Oh no... Russia turned his eyes toward the voice, seeing Belarus standing in the door way with a very pleased smile on her face. It was obviously too late to run away from her now. She already found him awake and she was looking right at him. The least he could have done first was go and hide. Now Russia was out in the open and she knew exactly where he was. He was there, sitting on her bed. Why and how was still a mystery to him.

Laughing nervously he nodded his head, "da. I didn't even realize I went to sleep... isn't that funny?"

She laughed too, but it wasn't nervous and it was very much scary to him. "It's more like you passed out from all that vodka. I thought you could handle it better than that."

Sadly, Russia did too. Drinking vodka didn't usually have too much of an effect on him. What happened to being able to stay up and sober and not pass out? He must have let himself go or something... he was starting to think it was something.

"Natty, what did you do...?" It was obvious it must have been something. He couldn't put it pass her to do something that would put him out just so she could take advantage of him. She had never done that before, but perhaps she wanted to take a chance on this one.

"What do you mean? I just... hit you in the head. No harm in that right? You do it all the time to everyone else," she smiled wide at this before she walked up to the edge of the bed, her fingers coming down to the blankets and moving over them before she stopped on the side he was on.

How violent? Shouldn't have been a surprise. She usually did whatever it took to get near him anyways and that meant destruction on her part. Just like him, she would do something rather violent and play innocent in the end. They were too much alike... There really wasn't any pain in his head though and he couldn't recall how it happened. He reached up and rubbed the back of it, just to be sure there was no real damage there.

"I didn't hurt you too bad, you'll live..."

"Why did you hit me?" He was pouting like he was disappointed with her. Sometimes it did work and he really was disappointed in what she did. She wasn't much different from him when he wanted something, but she shouldn't be like that towards her own brother. Why did she have to be so creepy?

"I wanted to bring you back to my place, big bruder. I knew you wouldn't come willingly. I want you to see it though. I wanted to spend some time with my dear bruder, Ivan?" she purred out before she walked slowly up the bed, her fingers finally reaching to where Russia's legs were and she moved her fingers along his legs before she reached up to his thigh and stopped her movements, resting her hand there.

Jerking back slightly he pressed his back against the headboard. How to get away from this situation? Where would he run in her own house? He looked towards the door to try and find some idea of what to do. That's when he felt the sharp pain in his thigh and turned his head back around quickly, his hand going to the spot.

It was almost as if he could feel the contents of the injection moving through his veins. It was hot and burned so bad. He closed his eyes and tossed his head back, not even caring that it made a rather hard impact on the headboard. He hissed as he clinched his fingers over the place where the needle had been. What was she trying to do now? Kill him? It really felt like it and the pain was throbbing inside of him now.

"The pain will be worth it in the end. It will be amazing, bruder. You will feel so good once it starts to work properly."

Russia liked to cause pain... sometimes, not to have it. He did not like this burning sensation in his veins, but she was right, it went away fast and he could feel the rest of his skin heating up. This wasn't the same though, he found himself rather flushed and not really liking how it was making him feel. Was that the drug she just put inside of him?

"What... what did you put in me Natty?" He almost wanted to ask her why she was trying to hurt him, but he didn't think that was the case at all. Why would she want to hurt him? He was pretty sure she was trying to do something else in this situation.

"Do you feel good? Isn't it making you feel so much better?" She moved her hand away from his thigh and pushed it against his opposite shoulder before she pulled herself up and straddled over his thighs. She smiled wide at him when she accomplished that without a fight. Though, Russia wouldn't hurt her anyways. Her fingers moved up and pulled at the scarf. It some how came off rather easy, but then again she noticed how Russia's eyes fluttered shut and his breath hitched.

"Mm, see? Even that felt good to you?"

Opening his eyes again, he looked at her shocked. Why was she going to this length? He thought she wanted him to marry her first. This was different. Not much could be defended in his head though. The drug was taking its toll and causing him to think he wanted it. His mind wasn't even working very well on how he should push her away. He didn't want to push her away. Never before had he been so... so hard and it was driving him insane. Russia didn't get touched and this feeling was enough to make him wish he did. Just not this way...

Her fingers moved to the coat, working at the buttons and slipping them out of the holes before she pushed the thing over his shoulder and let it slip as far down his arms as he'd make it possible.

"Why are you doing this? I thought you..."

"Shh, don't talk no more. You question everything to much. You should like this and let me touch you... let me make you feel good. This drug wont do everything on it's own."

"Nyet... Natty... You don't really want this...?" How could she? Russia always wondered what she would do if she finally got to where she wanted... would she go through with it? It did seem she was getting that way.

"I really do. Want to see?" she teased, grabbing his hand and pulling it forward and under her dress. She pressed his hand against her panties.

It was strange... Russia had to jerk his hand back. He looked up at her with surprise clearly in his face, "Natalia..."

He kept his eyes on her, how could he not? Even he had to admit she was very pretty... very appealing... she did cause him being aroused to be more so. He was throbbing inside of his pants. So many things about this was very wrong though. His eyes moved over her body. She had grown up so much since he had really payed attention. She freaked him out too bad to stay around her to notice. Now he was noticing and it was hard to look away.

His eyes stayed glued, watching her as she moved to be up on her knees, slipping her hands over her, mostly stocking clad thighs. (Why did that revealing piece of clothing on her legs cause him to enjoy the sight so much more?) Her fingers came up more, bunching the dress up as she did so. One hand stayed there up on her hip, the dress held up in place as she did so. Her other hand continued though, moving from her thigh over to her panties. Those thin fingers he couldn't keep his eyes from moved, tracing over the cloth and then under. He couldn't see, but there was still a moan from her which made it obvious.

This was getting hard to ignore and he just couldn't anymore. If she was going to do that in front of him and over him... then why not see it all? He reached forward and pulled her panties down. If he had to see anything so far then he had to see the rest. Of course, watching her move her finger into her self just wasn't cutting it for him. That drug was doing to much to his body to ignore this.

"... just let me do it Natty," he leaned up more, grabbing her by the hips so that she wouldn't be pushed down. She smiled in return, holding her dress up with both hands now that he said anything. She moaned out, feeling his fingers moving over her and rested her head on his shoulder as she felt them moving against her more.

It was an entire new feeling for Russia to be touching her this way... or any woman at that fact. He was enjoying it too much... if the drug wasn't going against his will then this would probably seem like the most awful thing he had done with his life and he wished he didn't have to have guilt for it. Though she wanted this and asked for it. Her moans proved it even more... and the damp... beyond damp heat around his fingers.

He moved them in and out of her, spreading two of them out inside. It had felt so tight inside of her and he knew that he was larger than this... he hoped he wasn't going to hurt her. He honestly did.

Feeling a hand moving across his crotch, his own hips jerked forward slightly as he whimpered out. He needed to be touched... needed to be inside of this tight, warm heat. She was helping him out obviously, unzipping his pants before undoing the button. Belarus leaned back again, moving her hands up to Russia's shirt and pulling it off of him. His pants didn't even matter, as long as they had room to work. She wanted it already and Russia seemed willing now thanks to that drug teasing his hormones to touch her.

Removing his fingers from inside of her, he moved both his hands up to clutch at her waist, pulling her closer to him. Russia really never thought he would be wanting her like this, ever. Now he was needing it and throbbing so much. Nothing could have kept him from pulling her down on him now. He did it, slowly. Despite as bad as he wanted to just pull her down, he wasn't sure if this was her first or if it would hurt at all. It did seem she didn't mind either way though. She had quickly taken over, pushing his hands out of the way and pushing him against the headboard.

Both of their moans came out at once when she brought her self up and quickly back down again. That's what his throbbing length needed so bad. She was so warm, so comforting to be inside of. Nothing could possibly feel better than this now. Why couldn't he just give up in the first place and let her go on with what she wanted? This was not marriage though, it was a simple fix to a need that everyone had. A simple fix that she apparently wouldn't take from anyone else. Russia was her only love and he... he never expected sex to be what everyone said it was. Not with her anyways. She was he last candidate of them all. Now he was taking it back in his head... fuck, it was so wrong.

She was already shuddering and moaning so much. Those noises were even better than someone screaming in pain... and that surely got him off on it's own. This... her making these noises and moving over him were so much better than a scream though.

It was obvious she couldn't handle it anymore and that was okay for him... because he couldn't either. This drug was wearing out. He wondered if she just gave him a low dosage or what... he was afraid it wouldn't let him stop for so long.

Then he moaned out, gripping onto her hips tighter as he felt himself spill into her shaky body. She leaned against him, taking a few deep breaths before his arms wrapped around her waist. An awkward moment for him without the drugs whispering things in his ear.

"Big bruder... changes his mind yet?"

Russia sighed and wrapped his arms around her tighter. He didn't want to think she just tried to trick him... it was a scary thought to be with her when not drugged up...
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