Iceland's eyes flickered away from the male that was approaching him. He could recognize him from this distance–he was very distinct, much like Iceland himself.

"Russia…" he murmured as the other got within earshot. Russia smiled gently at his white haired counterpart.

"Island," he said, bowing his head slightly. "I've come to you because you owe me a favor, as you know, yes?"

Iceland nodded wearily. Iceland had been in a financial situation a while ago, and so Russia had helped him out–of course, the other would come to him for a favor. Why wouldn't he?

"So what is it you want?" Iceland asked. Russia then leaned in and gave Iceland a chaste kiss, lips lingering besides the other's.

"You," he murmured. Iceland could feel his cheeks flaring up. This is what he wanted, yes? Someone to care for him. He liked the way the other touched him–it was gentle, but still left him yearning for more.

"U-uh…!" Iceland tried to say something, but nothing came out. "Wh-what are you doing?"

Russia stroked the blush, causing Iceland to blush more. "Collecting my payment," he said. "Is there something wrong?"

Iceland froze under Russia's icy touch. He could get thoroughly fucked if he didn't respond the right way. So he went for the route that he knew wouldn't hurt him or anyone else.

"No," he said, kissing the other back, although with more passion than the one that Russia gave him. Russia was slightly taken aback, but leaned into it, wrapping his arms around the other's waist. Iceland let his own arms clasp around Russia's neck. Iceland then pulled away. "Shall we move this somewhere more…comfortable?"

Russia chuckled in that soft, seemingly innocent manner. "Yes," he said, letting Iceland lead him to the bedroom, but then pushing him onto the bed. He would be dominant over Iceland, yes.

Iceland let the other strip off his ribbon tie and kiss his neck, letting shivers run through his spine. He liked this, oh yes, this was what he wanted.

Russia then took off Iceland's white dress shirt and tossed it to the side almost hastily, resuming the kiss on his lips once more. Those boots that Iceland had on…they needed to be off. Now. He broke the kiss once more, getting off of the half naked Iceland and crouching down before him, so he could look at his white boots better. Iceland watched him with an amused look.

"Need help?" Iceland asked. Russia chuckled slightly, pulling a lace and the whole knot falling apart.

"I think I got it," he said, working on the other one and getting it off just as fast. "Your knots are terrible," he said, resuming his position on top, as the dominant male, where he should always be.

Iceland let the other take off his brown pants then, leaving him only clad in his black boxer briefs. He shivered lightly, but didn't withdraw. No, to do that would be to show weakness.

When Russia got his own clothes off, that's when Iceland really saw how Russia looked. How pale and slender he was. How much was lost under those bundles of clothing that both Iceland and Russia understood. It was always so cold where they were, they would be frozen without those clothing options.

Russia pressed his lips against Iceland's, and he wished it would never end. But all good things must come to an end, as he knew, to make way for even better things. Iceland's boxer briefs were pulled off, as well as Russia's boxers. And that's when Russia set to work.

Russia pressed against the other, kissing his neck with a nip–then thrust his pelvis into the other's, listening as Iceland let out a moan. Russia would make music with the other male.

Nothing would stop them.