There he is.

America, otherwise known as Alfred. He was a loud mouthed, cocky brat who has this mentality that he's the best country.

It only made Russia, otherwise known as Ivan, eager to break him.

They had wars before..the Cold War, directly between the two. The treaty was signed, merely because it would be a giant nuclear bomb worldwide if they actually went to war. Yet, Russia can't help himself. Something about America drove him crazy.

He comes off as invincible, as if nobody can touch him. In truth, no other country could. Only Russia could, by force.

Ivan's eyes widen for a moment, watching as the American sneezed, then quickly covered it up, as if it was just nothing. No other country seemed to notice, except Russia, of course.

Those eyes narrow again, and his jaw rests on his hand. Hm. Interesting, he thought.

Finally, the meeting is over, and America smiles and waves goodbye, before rushing off to the bathroom.

He walks in, makes sure the door closes behind him, then slumps onto the counter, coughing his head off. The coughing was wet, almost, mucus like. His eyes started tearing up, from the itch in his throat.

A: "Ugh..what is this shit?"
He finally groans out, holding himself up weakly.
If England finds out he's sick, he'll never hear the end of it!

'You bloody idiot, you always have to do stupid things don't you?'

Ugh he could hear his voice now...
He hangs his head, but opens his eyes as he hears the door close behind him. He didn't even hear it open. Someone had slipped in, and he already knew who it was..the one he has a peace treaty with...

A: "You must love seeing me this way...Russia."

He slowly turns, staring up at the tall Russian. He was smiling softly. That fake ass smile!

R: "You are sick."

America sniffs, mucus sounds disappearing for a few minutes until his nose would run again.

A: "It's just a cold. I'm still well enough to protect myself."

R: "Is that so? I thought I heard you coughing your head off moments ago, asking what the sickness was."

Ugh! The bastard was listening in..

A: "Whatever- I've got things to do, so get out of the way."

He steps closer, but the Russian doesn't budge. In fact, his feet are firmly planted, and he's peering down at America, smirking like the devil he was.

Americas eyes widen, and he backs up slightly.

A: "H-hey..what're you doing?..We have a treaty.."

R: "I'm not here to destroy you."

A: "Then get outta my way!"
He says harshly, pushing against the taller mans chest. He doesn't even stumble, and that only pissed America off more. He's too weak right now.

A: "You commie bastard!"
He says harshly, and flails a fist at Russians face. Russia grabs his wrist and the punch misses completely.

America gasps, and that's when Russia flips him back onto the counter. America groans in pain as his cheek is smushed on the counter.

A: "That fuckin' hurt.."
He whines, and Russia puts more pressure on his arm bent behind his back.
A: "Ahh-hey! Get off me-"

R: "You know, England will be looking for you soon. I heard him say he was going to your house to check on you. If he comes back here, he could hear you. I do not care if he walks in though~"

A: "Ugh..sh-shut up-"

Russia smirks, suddenly pressing his hips forward. Americas eyes widen at the feeling. That was weird. That was definitely not normal.

A: "H-hey, the fuck are you doing?!"

R: "You told me to shut up, remember?"

A: "Don't do that shit! The fuck is wrong with you?!"

He was actually scared now. This wasn't normal. Not at all.
Russia chuckles a bit, and it sends chills down Americas spine.

R: "Now be still, or else it'll hurt worse."

America pushes up and tries to fight against the heaviness against him, but the Russians gloves hands start to explore, pushing him back down every single time he tries to fight it.

It felt cold in the entire bathroom. It was as if Russia brought the damn cold with him everywhere he went.

America jolts as a gloved hand slides down his right ass-cheek. Russia's gloved finger then rubs just along Americas entrance, and down to rub along his testicles.

America let's out a disgusted sound, "Ugh..you're disgusting.."

R: "Hm? You don't like it?"

A: "I would never like this weird shit, especially from you!"

Russia smirks again: "Oh?"

He says softly, and moves his hand. America let's out the deep breath he'd been holding, unaware that behind him, Russian was biting the tip of the glove and pulling it off his hand completely.

Back down he went, without warning, rubbing along Americas backside and pushing a finger halfway in. This causes America to jolt, and tremble.

A: "Ah!"
He shouts, feeling his knees shake and his stomach churn. What the fuck was he thinking?! The finger was so goddamn cold, and it only felt worse as the Russian curled it up.
America couldn't stop the sounds coming from his throat. This was scary, and every little twist of the Russians finger sent him spiraling into a world of embarrassment and fear.

R: "The sounds you are making America, are cute~"

A: "F-fuck...you.."

R: "Gladly~"

A: "Huh?"

The Russian shoves another finger in, and this time it didn't hurt much. No, it was eliciting a different reaction. This felt good. Too good..it was making his stomach twist and turn and his heart was beating so fast..what is this shit? Why is he liking it?

R: "Do you like finger fucking America?" Russia asks slyly, enjoying pumping his fingers harshly in and out.

God the fingers were making wet noises every time they went back in.

A: "Gya..ah..ahhh~"

At this point why bother answering him?
Russia pulls the fingers out, and America almost collapses onto the counter. His legs were shaking so bad..

R: "Shh."
Russia says softly, and pulls America into the large stall. America can't even think straight. Russian drops the toilet lid, and sits America on it. The Americas blue eyes look up at the Russian, wondering what in the hell he's doing now.

That's when the door opens, and a familiar voice speaks.

E: "Alfred? Are you in here?"
Shit it was England!

America almost stops breathing. Oh god if he found them, LIKE THIS!!!

Russia's purple eyes sink back down. He wasn't even phased. There was no blush on his cheeks, or sweat on his forehead..he looks so serious. Until he smirks.

Americas eyes start to tear up.
Russia can't help but think he looks best this way, staring up at him, with those damn puppy dog eyes.

As soon as the door closes, Russia steps on Americas pants, tugs them off, and then lifts his legs. The back of his head nearly hits the toilet tank as he's pulled down.

Russia then pulls his member out, and America suddenly realizes the situation. Russia is big.

He pushes his cock inside, and the tip slides in, but the rest is being forced in.

America covers his mouth, and starts screaming and moaning at the same time. It was a horrible mixture of pain and pleasure.

Russia let's out a satisfied sigh, then keeps pushing. He loved these sounds coming from America, and his insides were wrapping around his cock so tightly.

He was perfect.

Russia breathes steadily as he thrusts, and America feels like he's hyperventilating from covering his mouth. Oh good god, why? Why this? Why him?

It isn't long before America is twisting and turning his chest upwards from the feeling. THAT feeling.

His cries turn into more sweeter, desperate sounding ones, and he moves his hands, because he just can't breathe anymore.

A: "Aha~ Russia~"

Russia looks at him so seductively, almost like he's lost control of his senses. He can't even respond to the American, he was so dazed.

A: "Cum-cumming~"
He softly moans out, and that's when Russia hits it hard, thrusting violently into the smaller male, making him cover his mouth one last time to cry out. Then he feels relief. Russia's cock is twitch, and he can feel warmth inside of him. He came inside...

America realizes it's suddenly very warm in the bathroom.

Russia pulls out, smiling as semen oozes out with him, and America drops limp.

He's breathing, so fast, and when he opens his eyes, Russia's back is to him.

He leaves, without a word, and America just has to sit there, and waits for strength to return to him.