Russia's trademark faucet, a long-sharp knife, and a whip were removed from the trunk and then Russia locked and pushed it back under the bed again. Cradling them carefully into his arms, Russia stood up and dragged the stool with his other hand until he was close enough. After depositing his burden on the stool, he looked back at England, smiling so gently that no one could have guessed what he was about to do. England could guess though, because he was right there, and on the other side of it.
“Wait,” he said. “You seriously aren’t-you possibly-”
“But yes, my dear comrade,” Russia almost cooed. “I want to make sure you are well-prepared when my guest arrives.” His fingers now explored his collar, the soft skin of his throat and chest, making him squirm.
“You’ll pay very dearly for this, you bastard. If you do anything-you’ll be sorry!” He was not scared of Russia or the amount of torture that could be inflicted upon him. He was more scared of what…what America would do once he found out. And what England would do to Russia once he got out of this hellhole.
Russia did not reply, just withdrew his fingers after having unbuttoned England's shirt completely. The sides now hung open and Russia pulled them as much as he could over his arms; it could not be removed as he was tied up. Thankfully, he didn’t touch his trousers at all.
Russia appraised him hooded eyes. “I’d have preferred your back to work upon, but I cannot risk untying you. Plus, I want to watch your face and I want you to watch when he arrives.”
If England's stomach hadn’t been churning at his bleak prospects, he’d have paid more attention to the shift in Russia's tone and the meaning behind his words. He’d have understood the peril that was yet to come. However, he could merely clench his eyes shut and bite his lip as the first blow fell, hitting his side with a staggering force.
This was, he thought trying to push bile back in his throat, just the beginning… -- Writing more now. And hoping that it isn't too bad. *nervous*nervous* First time writing this pairing...though I have written Russia before. XD
“Wait,” he said. “You seriously aren’t-you possibly-”
“But yes, my dear comrade,” Russia almost cooed. “I want to make sure you are well-prepared when my guest arrives.” His fingers now explored his collar, the soft skin of his throat and chest, making him squirm.
“You’ll pay very dearly for this, you bastard. If you do anything-you’ll be sorry!” He was not scared of Russia or the amount of torture that could be inflicted upon him. He was more scared of what…what America would do once he found out. And what England would do to Russia once he got out of this hellhole.
Russia did not reply, just withdrew his fingers after having unbuttoned England's shirt completely. The sides now hung open and Russia pulled them as much as he could over his arms; it could not be removed as he was tied up. Thankfully, he didn’t touch his trousers at all.
Russia appraised him hooded eyes. “I’d have preferred your back to work upon, but I cannot risk untying you. Plus, I want to watch your face and I want you to watch when he arrives.”
If England's stomach hadn’t been churning at his bleak prospects, he’d have paid more attention to the shift in Russia's tone and the meaning behind his words. He’d have understood the peril that was yet to come. However, he could merely clench his eyes shut and bite his lip as the first blow fell, hitting his side with a staggering force.
This was, he thought trying to push bile back in his throat, just the beginning…
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Writing more now. And hoping that it isn't too bad. *nervous*nervous* First time writing this pairing...though I have written Russia before. XD
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typical tsundere!england, not knowing that he IS america's weakness.
OMG, I CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE!especially the sexings I'm drooling...
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