Schröder's Cat [5/?]
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November 13 2009, 18:41:19 UTC
"I'm uncomfortable with the situation, that's all."
Ivan leaned back, studying his German counterpart. Ludwig shifted, eyes down the table, feeling guilty for his statement. It was REALLY long. Was this thing imported?
"Ludwig, are you afraid of me?"
"NO!" He snapped his answer, nearly toppling over his glass in the process, and Ivan chuckled at it, watching him panic as it nearly broke on the table. The Russian handed him a tissue.
"It's alright if you are... many Nations still fear me." He shrugged. "They don't believe in change, I suppose. But this transaction between us is beneficial. It will help with the Energy security of Europe."
Ludwig chewed his cheek more, eyes glued to the glass in his hands.
"We can decrease the risks in Gas Transit Zones, Ludwig." Ivan continued. "Safer for the people, and supplying Europe with a commodity they need. The downside is, it will be expensive. But it'll supply your North, Ludwig."
He looked over at the Russian, and found his blood running cold. He reached over and the German soon found his hand on his cheek, thumb stroking it.
"It's a benefit, dear Germany. Trust me." His thumb slipped into his mouth. Ludwig stared, letting him stroke his tongue before he felt his body catch up with his panicking mind and he bit down, pulling away, making Ivan smirk.
"I'll think it over." Ludwig grumbled, looking back to the table, cheeks red from Ivan‘s wandering hands. He nodded before he stood, the German watching him carefully, his tongue running over where that thumb had been, unhappy about it.
"Shall we go?" He was out of his seat immediately, whipping past the equally tall male and heading to the door. Ivan let out a sigh and followed, coming to stand by the German Nation, who was practically vibrating to get out. His eyes on him coldly as he watched him stop and tap his chin, his eyes lighting up slightly. Ludwig tapped the wall with his fingers and watched Ivan smile again, uneasy over the Russian‘s sudden coy expression. He narrowed his eyes when he turned to meet his gaze.
"There's no way to convince you right now that this 'ist gut', is there?"
"No. I need to think about it." Ludwig snapped, hand now on the door, impatient. Ivan smirked and complied, hand grasping the other handle and confidently blocking the German's view before he turned, tapping his chin with a key in his hand. Ludwig narrowed his eyes. Where did he get that key? Why did he have it?
"I don't think I'm done convincing you."
"What?" Ludwig blinked. His hand came off the handle to grip his hips in exasperation and he let his guard down for a second.
And a second was all it took for Ivan to grip his throat and slam him into the wall, making him silently scream and thrash under his hand.
His psychotic grin told all and Ludwig began to try and scream, fingers raking the forearm that held his voice still, howling empty breaths before cold lips hit his, forcing his mouth open for a kiss. Ludwig tried to bite whatever he could, his lips, his tongue, and received a hard punch in the stomach for it, his lack of breath winding him and sending him crumbling to the floor, Ivan still on top, his body weight holding them down. Ludwig tried to scream again, but found himself choking from the lack of air, his vision fading, his senses on end as the thick flesh of Ivan's tongue forced into his mouth again, trying to coax his tongue to play, but Ludwig refused. Ivan pulled away.
Ivan leaned back, studying his German counterpart. Ludwig shifted, eyes down the table, feeling guilty for his statement. It was REALLY long. Was this thing imported?
"Ludwig, are you afraid of me?"
"NO!" He snapped his answer, nearly toppling over his glass in the process, and Ivan chuckled at it, watching him panic as it nearly broke on the table. The Russian handed him a tissue.
"It's alright if you are... many Nations still fear me." He shrugged. "They don't believe in change, I suppose. But this transaction between us is beneficial. It will help with the Energy security of Europe."
Ludwig chewed his cheek more, eyes glued to the glass in his hands.
"We can decrease the risks in Gas Transit Zones, Ludwig." Ivan continued. "Safer for the people, and supplying Europe with a commodity they need. The downside is, it will be expensive. But it'll supply your North, Ludwig."
He looked over at the Russian, and found his blood running cold. He reached over and the German soon found his hand on his cheek, thumb stroking it.
"It's a benefit, dear Germany. Trust me." His thumb slipped into his mouth. Ludwig stared, letting him stroke his tongue before he felt his body catch up with his panicking mind and he bit down, pulling away, making Ivan smirk.
"I'll think it over." Ludwig grumbled, looking back to the table, cheeks red from Ivan‘s wandering hands. He nodded before he stood, the German watching him carefully, his tongue running over where that thumb had been, unhappy about it.
"Shall we go?" He was out of his seat immediately, whipping past the equally tall male and heading to the door. Ivan let out a sigh and followed, coming to stand by the German Nation, who was practically vibrating to get out. His eyes on him coldly as he watched him stop and tap his chin, his eyes lighting up slightly. Ludwig tapped the wall with his fingers and watched Ivan smile again, uneasy over the Russian‘s sudden coy expression. He narrowed his eyes when he turned to meet his gaze.
"There's no way to convince you right now that this 'ist gut', is there?"
"No. I need to think about it." Ludwig snapped, hand now on the door, impatient. Ivan smirked and complied, hand grasping the other handle and confidently blocking the German's view before he turned, tapping his chin with a key in his hand. Ludwig narrowed his eyes. Where did he get that key? Why did he have it?
"I don't think I'm done convincing you."
"What?" Ludwig blinked. His hand came off the handle to grip his hips in exasperation and he let his guard down for a second.
And a second was all it took for Ivan to grip his throat and slam him into the wall, making him silently scream and thrash under his hand.
His psychotic grin told all and Ludwig began to try and scream, fingers raking the forearm that held his voice still, howling empty breaths before cold lips hit his, forcing his mouth open for a kiss. Ludwig tried to bite whatever he could, his lips, his tongue, and received a hard punch in the stomach for it, his lack of breath winding him and sending him crumbling to the floor, Ivan still on top, his body weight holding them down. Ludwig tried to scream again, but found himself choking from the lack of air, his vision fading, his senses on end as the thick flesh of Ivan's tongue forced into his mouth again, trying to coax his tongue to play, but Ludwig refused. Ivan pulled away.
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