This chapter's not as smutty, except for the end. Because of my oral fixation. I still cannot believe I ship this. Haha, I'm not even gonna lie though, it was kinda fun to write, even if it also gave me hell. Russia, you're a bitch to keep IC. I'm not sure I succeeded. Belarus, you're even worse.

Obligatory really short LietPol scene cos I can't help myself. They're mah OTP. SO MUCH OH GOD. (As my LJ will quickly reveal)

Thanks Kiwi for helping me with some of Bela's lines and for emotional support the whole time I was writing this.

Bela and Russia (c) Himaruya. I just am a sick freak who writes fuck!fic for them.

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Although his eyes were not yet open, Russia was awake and his head hurt. Horridly. Fuck. His throat was dry, his mouth tasted like the bottom of a birdcage, and though he did not want to, he forced his eyes open.

Bad idea.

Light was pouring into the window and he was blinded temporarily, head spinning in agonising pain. He wasn't even sitting up yet and he was so dizzy that he knew he was hungover.

Squinting, he turned his head to the side. And though just a few seconds ago he had not thought this possible, Russia automatically felt even worse as his eyes adjusted just enough to realise who was sleeping next to him. Naked.

Russia jumped up, shooting out of bed, bright red as he realised he was unclothed as well. His head spun even more and he had to sit down for a second, the combination of the hangover and the slow realisation of what must have happened making his stomach churn.

"Блядь!" he cursed, burying his face in his hands as he sat on the floor and remaining like this for a few minutes before his stomach churned again, violently this time.

Quickly, more quickly than he really should have with his head spinning like that, he grabbed his coat and threw it on, running out of the room with his hand over his mouth and not caring that he was wearing just the coat and nothing else. Barely, just barely, he made it outside of the building - pushing down more than a few innocent bystanders in his rush - before he fell to his knees, retching and dry heaving until finally his stomach churned again and last night's cheap vodka made a second appearance.

This went on for a few minutes before finally he stopped. It was only then that he realised someone was holding his hair back. Panting, he wiped his mouth and turned his head.

Belarus stood there fully clothed, holding his scarf and shoes, and betraying no emotion on her face. Russia bit his lip, awaiting the demand that he take responsibility for sleeping with her and get married, knowing she was not a heavy drinker and surely remembered the entire encounter.

However, rather than demand marriage or another go or something, she merely handed him the scarf and shoes, as well as his gloves and a water bottle he had not spotted before.

"You should rinse out your mouth and put some shoes on before somebody sees you, niisan," Belarus noted calmly, before briskly turning and walking away.

He gaped stupidly as he watched her walk away. Surely she knew what had happened. So why hadn't she brought it up?

He pressed his hand to his temples for a few seconds before pulling on the rest of his clothes and standing up - slowly so as not to aggravate this accursed hangover anymore. He took a swig of the water, swishing it around his mouth before spitting it on the ground and then walked back towards the hotel entrance, knowing he should at least try to eat - as much as his stomach protested - before returning to his house.

The food the hotel was offering neither looked nor smelled appealing at the moment, but regardless he grabbed some toast and plastic-looking eggs, before forcing himself to smile and seating himself at the same table as some of his former housemates.

The two other, smaller nations at the table - Lithuania and Poland, as it were - froze in their place, staring as the larger nation-tan began biting into the disgusting hotel-food. Finally the silence was broken.

"Like, is that dried barf on your chin? Gag me!" Poland wrinkled his nose. Russia snapped his head up to look at the two across for him, only now noticing they were staring. He brought a gloved hand up to scratch off the bit he had missed before, still chewing slowly.

"R-Russia-san?" Lithuania asked silently, causing both of the others to stare at him, now. "You don't look well. Is everything okay?"

Poland snorted, muttering something that was probably insulting under his breath, but Russia chose to ignore him.

"Да," he nodded, smiling. "A bit hungover and in need of advice, but don't worry your pretty little head." His grin grew as, despite his command, Lithuania bit his lower lip with worry. He did so enjoy how easy it was to worry this one. Poland, however, took notice as well and shot him a glare. No matter, though, Poland had never much liked him anyway.

"A-advice?" Lithuania gulped. "Perhaps... if you like, I could try to help?" Curse his kind heart. Russia scared him, but he didn't like seeing anyone upset if he knew he could help.

"Of course," Russia nodded, forcing his voice to remain cordial as his stomach growled threataningly again. He pushed his plate away, most of the food untouched, and asked, "You are aware, of course, of my little sister's feelings for me? I know how you used to feel about her, after all."

"Y-yes, of course," Lithuania nodded, blushing, as his partner glared at Russia, not appreciating that part of the past being brought up.

"Yes, well, last night I unfortunately drank too much. And it appears that in my drunken state I gave her exactly what she always wanted. I don't remember, of course, but it very obviously must have happened. At any rate, I woke up next to her this morning."

"Um, ew?" Poland stuck a tongue out. Lithuania elbowed him to shut him up and gestured Russia to continue.

"I did expect her to comment about it, of course, but... other than holding my hair back, she hasn't even touched me all morning. She certainly didn't bring it up even though I know she remembers. Now why, do you suppose, that is?"

Russia gave Lithuania an expectant look, no longer smiling, causing the brunette to feel very unnerved.

"Um, from what you've given me, Russia-san... Have you ever stopped to consider that, despite her, er... enthusiasm... Belarus may not be as crazy as you assumed? I mean, I don't know exactly what happened, but... she may not just want to marry you for selfish reasons... she may genuinely care about you..."

"For some reason," Poland rolled his eyes. "Ow, like quit elbowing me, Liet! So not cool!"

Ignoring the shorter blonde, Lithuania continued, "At any rate, I can't tell you her feelings. You need to ask her."

Russia stared at Lithuania for a good minute before nodding. "Well. I should go. My flight will be leaving very soon. Be a good boy, now, Lithuania," he stood and left. The brunette and his partner exchanged looks.

"Well that was totally weird," Poland wrinkled his nose. "Why'd you even, like, talk to him? He's always been like a total jerk to you, Liet."

"Don't be so selfish," Lithuania smiled softly. "And you don't need to worry, you know I'm over Belarus. I have you don't I?"

"Like, I so wasn't worried!" Poland lied, blushing. "You're mental, you know?"

"To remain at your side? I must be."

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Russia did not have a chance to confront his sister until they returned to his house, however. He'd slept on the plane ride home in an attempt to rid himself of the hangover. It had mostly worked. And now here he was with only a mild headache and no appetite, knowing he should unpack but not wanting to as he stood out in the hall.

"Niisan?" Ah, of course she would come to him. "Why are you standing in the hall?"

"Just taking a break from unpacking," he reached out and opened his door. Shit, he couldn't go through with this. Just the way she looked at him, betraying absolutely no emotion whatsoever, made him want to shake like Latvia used to. However, as he entered his room, she followed too close behind him for him to close the door in her face.

She shut the door behind her as Russia walked into the centre of the room. When he turned to face her, she was right in front of him, causing him to jump back a metre or so.

"I can always tell when something is troubling you, niisan," she told him. "You know you can tell me... You can tell your sister these things. Anything at all. Anything."

He sighed, trying not to look at her because every time he did, all he could see was her naked body next to him this morning.

"Belarus, could you back up a few steps?"

"No," she deadpanned, instead taking another step forward. He stepped back to give himself space, but she continued towards him, backing him closer and closer to the wall as he spoke:

"Belarus... I know you remember what happened last night. I don't, but I can guess. So why," he hit the wall with a small thunk, "didn't you bring it up this morning?"

Rather than answer, she asked, "Do you wish to discuss it now?"

"I-"

"Because you know, dear brother of mine, you were the one who initiated. In fact, one can say that it was you who made love to me, not the other way around."

He looked up at the ceiling, anything to avoid looking at his sister. He didn't remember, true, but somehow he got the sinking feeling she was right. After all, even he acknowledged she was a pretty girl, and alcohol did loosen one's inhibitions.

Which didn't do a thing to explain what happened next.

"B-Belarus!" he gasped as she felt her pushing his scarf aside to gently kiss his neck. "What-"

"Niisan," she whispered against his neck, "I am merely showing you what you did last night, of course." With that she removed his coat - he still was wearing nothing beneath it - and began trailing kisses down to his chest. He whimpered a little, keeping his eyes on the ceiling and trying not to lose all composure. What could he do? His little sister was attacking him!

She smiled at the fact that he hadn't yet pushed her away as she continued giving progressively longer and wetter kisses all the way down, past his pecs, grazing his abs and his navel and eventually the hip bone, which she suckled hard enough to slightly bruise.

Here, he protested. "Belarus, stop. I don't think-"

"Then do not think at all, niisan," she replied.

"But I don't want this!"

"But you're hard, niisan," Belarus pointed out, grabbing said hardness in her hand as she watched his face, flushed bright red and slightly trembling. Even sweating a bit. "Niisan?"

He gulped audibly. "If you must, just go." He knew he would regret it - he always did when he allowed his little head to think for him rather than his big one - but it was too late to take back the request as she lowered her mouth around the tip, causing him to gasp.

She lowered her head onto his shaft as much as she could without gagging, not wanting him to come to his senses and reject her yet again. She brought her mouth back up to where she started, softly, then continued this motion, slowly increasing speed and pressure as she went.

Her left hand grasped the base of her brother's erection, stroking what she couldn't take into her mouth as she began to enhance her technique with her tongue. At first, this was only a little, pressing her tongue flat against the very tip, earning another delicious moan from her precious older brother.

Wanting that same noise again, she trilled her tongue slightly on the underside just below the head, a light, fluttery motion. Russia groaned again - where the hell did his sister learn this stuff?

Wait.

It was at that moment that the full force of what he was doing hit him, and he suddenly pulled out of his sister's mouth unceremoniously, panting. She looked up at him, confused, and he quickly pulled on some pants he'd laid out on his bed to put away. Grabbing his coat from the floor, he left her kneeling there by the wall as he bolted out the door and down the hallway.

What the hell was he doing?! She was his little sister for fuck's sake!

TBC