It started the same as it always did; after a meeting they would go separate ways only to meet up at the same bar. The first time was an accident that became a routine that no one else knew about. Sometimes they would end up at a random hotel near the meeting area, but not close enough for anyone to recognize them together. Their nights eventually went from drunken, needy sex to nights full of passion and sometimes they even met without the nation meetings as an excuse. This had been going on for a few years now.
"Natalia.." Alfred always said her name with so much passion when they were alone now. She always missed the emotions in his voice when they were surrounded by the other nations and she hated him for making her feel that way. And even though she still clung to/acted obsessed with her brother, she found herself thinking of Alfred when she talked about the him she cared about. Alfred opened the door to their usual hotel room and pulled her into a heated kiss, lips locked together and tongues in a battle for dominance. They broke apart after a moment to catch their breath; a strand of saliva connected them.
Natalia pushed Alfred back onto the bed while slowly -much too slowly for Alfred's taste- started undressing. She gave a devilish smile that only her brother could compete with when she saw a bulge straining against Alfred's pants and the need in his eyes. Natalia drove him crazy, and knew exactly how to drive him to the edge. She teased him by finally shimmying completely out of her dress. Still in her undergarments, she stopping just to see what Alfred would do. At first, Alfred just sat up and gazed at her, admiring her body and how she always had the finest silks and lace for her bras and matching underwear. Alfred also noticed how she always had her collection of knives in their holder at the tops of her thigh highs (she never went anywhere without at least four of them). He let his eyes travel back up to her chest. It was true that she didn't have huge breasts like her sister, but to Alfred, they were exquisite and better than her sister's. He looked up to her face again, watching in amusement as a blush spread across her face, and her cobalt eyes looked away at the wall as soon as they met eye contact. "Natalia, why are you blushing?" Normally, they wouldn't take time to talk or truly see each other before having sex unless they were drinking. "Are you embarrassed at having your hero admire your rockin' body?" He was back to his goofy, irritating self.
Natalia looked back at him with an annoyed expression while glaring at him. "Nyet." She ran her fingers through her hair and softened her gaze.
Walking to Alfred, she lifted her leg and placed her foot down on the bed next to him. This action cause Alfred to lose his goofy grin and he ran his gloved hand up her leg along the inside of her thigh until he reached her knife holder. She visibly stiffened, still not used to being so vulnerable, but trusting Alfred enough to let him unclasp it and place it on the little table by the bed. "You are beautiful Natalia." Alfred didn't remember when he ended up falling for the Belorussian beauty. It was like a curse and yet a blessing. He kissed along her leg while pulling her thigh high down and delicately lifted her foot to pull it off completely.
"And you have become too soft America." She used the foot he held to roughly push him down on the bed. They agreed at the beginning to not develop and emotional attachment; Alfred knew that she probably would never return his feelings but he's always hoped and sometimes he thought she might be starting to like him. She straddled him and somehow produced a knife that was now at his throat. "Much too soft America, you were so rough when we started sleeping together." In the beginning it was a needy type of hate sex, always rough and ended with things broken as well as needing new clothes from their old ones being tron to bits. Natalia slid the knife down his chest to cut open his shirt and reveal his tanned, muscled chest that she loved so much.
"Natalia, I think we know each other well enough for you to call me Alfred." he said ignoring her insults. The knife was at his throat again.
"Nyet. I told you my reasoning before..." She looked away slightly blushing again. She had never called him Alfred. Ever. They both agreed in the beginning to not use their human names unless they became too attached, in which case they would end it, but for some reason Natalia didn't end it when Alfred accidentally said her name with so much passion while having sex that it stunned her. It was then that everything made sense, even through her denial.
Alfred suddenly flipped her over ignoring the knife completely and remained cut free. "Oh Natalia." So much emotion filled those beautiful sky-blue eyes along with realization. She then knew what it was that he realized. The whole time she held the back of the knife against his throat, not the blade. She had never done that before and it surprised both of them, because if she hadn't then Alfred would cut his neck when he flipped them over.
She suddenly felt worried when her knife was taken and there wasn't a single hint of his usual humor in Alfred's eyes. Alfred grabbed her wrists and pulled her into a deep kiss and the next thing she knew was that she couldn't move her arms very well. He had handcuffed her to the bed! "America release me!" her cobalt eyes were glaring like daggers into his sky-blue ones. She struggled against her restraints as Alfred decided to sit on her waist, but didn't put much of his weight on her.
"Didn't you want it rough darling?" He winked at her, some of his usual personality coming back. "Now I can be as rough as I want." Her face got even more red as he leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I will make you say my name Natalia." She shivered and Alfred sat back up. "or you could just get used to wearing handcuffs." He took off his trademark jacket and what was left of his shirt.
"N-nyet!" Alfred smirked and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Then I guess you will have to get used to handcuffs my dear."