Crack pairing. Russia/Wales, smut. ...probably more of this coming after, might do a prequel or something like that too. If it goes over 3 chapters consecutively I'll probably publish it on it's own. o u o~

Russia sat the vodka bottle on the table with a soft thud.

"Drink with me?" He requested softly, his purple gaze turning across the table toward the small blond who was leaned back in his chair, playing with a daffodil that was tucked into his front coat pocket.

"Eh? A'right." Wales smiled a bit sheepishly and stood, retrieving two glasses from a cabinet before sitting back down, this time directly beside the Russian as he sat the glasses carefully in front of him, sliding one towards the other man. Ivan's smile widened slightly and he filled the glasses, wondering when the last time either one of them had actually bothered with a glass. From what he had heard at least, the Welshman was a relatively heavy drinker.

They turned the glasses up at the same time. Ivan watched the other curiously, pleasantly surprised when he didn't make a face at the taste.

"S' very good." Dark green eyes flickered over to the bottle and his thin fingers turned it, looking over the words in a language he couldn't possibly read. Ivan's amethyst eyes watched him searchingly as he gave a small laugh.

"Thank you, I am glad you like it." The larger man spoke softly, his smile widening again temporarily.

"Mm." Lloyd nodded with a lazy smile as he watched the Russian fill the glasses again. Emerald met amethyst as they emptied the glasses again. Lloyd grinned a little, loosening his tie. Ivan stared intently at the pale skin that was revealed as he did so.

"You should take your shirt off." The larger man said bluntly in a childish tone, refilling the glasses casually as if his suggestion was as natural as anything.

"Wot?" Wales asked, unsure of what he had heard. Ivan simply held up his glass. Lloyd nodded and picked his up as well, each staring the other in the eyes as the glasses were emptied again. Ivan wet his lips as he sat his glass down.

"I said: You should take off your shirt." Ivan repeated, his tone not changing in the slightest as he sat back in his chair. Wales blinked and stared.

"Oh...ahm...why?" He asked, genuinely curious as he fidgeted with a button on his suit coat.

"You saw my marks, but did not show me yours, da?" Ivan pointed a gloved finger to his neck, wrapped as usual in the light pink fabric of his scarf.

"Ah...'s right..." Wales said, staring off a bit blankly as he remembered their last meeting. The two had gone swimming at a nearby beach. They had spoke of scars. Ivan had removed his scarf revealing a deep old scar along his throat but Lloyd had left his own shirt on while they swam so the Russian hadn't seen the faded marks from past floggings that remained across the Welshman's back.

"A'right." Lloyd said and stood with a smile, thinking that the other man's request was perfectly innocent and reasonable. Russia looked the small man over, the dark suit over his thin frame seemed stylish and fitting, though it was far from the Welshman's usual attire.

The blond shrugged off his jacket, hanging it carefully on the chair he had been seated in before removing his tie entirely, sliding it out from around his neck and draping it over the jacket. He continued , untucking his shirt and beginning to unbutton it. Russia watched him intently for a long moment before tearing his eyes away to refill their glasses again.

Lloyd made a small noise as he lay the white dress shirt over the chair as well, turning to allow the larger man a view of his back. He felt anxiety creep over his chest, a little shiver running up the back of his neck and he blushed slightly, looking over his shoulder. He watched Ivan's unnaturally colored eyes move over him and he shivered slightly again as their eyes met. The taller man stood taking half a step toward him.

"England did this to you...?" Ivan asked quietly, running a gloved hand over the scarred area. Wales furrowed his eyebrows together at the contact and nodded.

"Long time ago..." He murmured quietly. Ivan smiled wider and picked up his glass, thinking that there might be something more to the Englishman than his good looks after all.

Lloyd turned back around and sighed softly, taking his own glass and drinking, watching as Russia did the same with his own.

"Not many people touch you, da?" Russia spoke, sitting his glass down before reaching toward the other, running his gloved hand over Lloyds neck and shoulder. The Welshman laughed nervously and sat his glass down as well, a chill running up his spine as the other touched him.

"N-Not many people even know 'a exist really..." He smiled and shifted awkwardly, blushing lightly as Russia's hands moved down his arm.

"Mm..." Russia continued to smile, moving his fingertip along the Celtic designs tattooed over the other's chest. Lloyd stared and teetered slightly, feeling the effects of the alcohol working its way through his system and clouding his mind. Ivan let out a small childish giggle at this and turned back to the table filling their glasses again. The Welshman watched, giving a wide lazy smile at the other's child-like mannerisms. Ivan picked up their glasses and pushed Wales' into his hand. The blond took the glass automatically.

"Ah..." Lloyd tried to pause and force his mind to debate, but his thoughts were already fogged and he didn't make a habit of turning down free drinks anyway. He hummed softly as he downed the drink, watching as Ivan mirrored his actions. Wales took a clumsy step backward, intending to sit down when Ivan took another step toward him. Lloyd stared up at the taller man as his glass was plucked out of his hand and sat back down on the table.

"You are drunk, da?" Lloyd stared stupidly as gloved hands brushed his hair back, holding his face gently.

"A-Ahm...maybe a bit?" The blond gave a little laugh and a grin. Ivan smiled wider and bent down slightly, pushing his lips softly against the others.

"Mm?" The Welshman blinked slowly, his mind not able to keep up with this turn of events. Russia let out another small giggle and his hands moved down, nimbly working the other's pants open.

"W-Wot...?" Lloyd blushed and blinked again, starring and utterly dumbfounded.

"Take your shoes off." Ivan ordered softly and Lloyd obeyed without thinking, kicking his shoes off easily before stumbling back, collapsing into his chair. He rubbed his head and blinked owlishly, trying to piece thoughts together. Ivan placed his hands on the other's shoulders, bending down to kiss his forehead softly. The Welshman blushed lightly at this and looked confused.

"Russia..." He murmured, staring at the other in wonder as their glasses were filled yet again. Ivan smiled over his glass, amethyst eyes seeming to brighten slightly as he spoke.

"Drink."

...

"Ahhn!" Lloyd felt himself pushed forward into a wall roughly, the room was dark, he couldn't see much. "W-Wot is 'is-!" He felt a clothed body push against him from behind, pinning him to the wall and making his own nakedness apparent.

"Brawd...?" He whispered softly, confused, trying to remember. The smell of vodka came with a low chuckle from the other man and Lloyd's eyes widened, memory coming back to him. The smaller man squirmed against the other uselessly. Leather gloved hands pushed over his body with bruising strength, moving over his chest, squeezing his hips as the larger man moved against him. He whined quietly and let out a moan that the alcohol would not allow him to contain. Ivan murmured something in his own language. The foreign words and sensation of the warm breath against his ear and neck caused Lloyd's mind to swim and his body to tremble.

Ivan pulled away and Lloyd shivered at the cool air that rushed upon him with the loss of contact. He tried to push himself away from the wall but the room tilted oddly, pitching him back forward to cling to the wall for balance.

"Hnn..." He shifted, hearing the muted sound of rustling fabric behind him as he tried to turn. The heavy body pushed against him again, pressing him once more into the wall. He gasped, half from surprise, blushing brightly as he felt the other's member pressing against him.

"R-Russia-!" Lloyd called out, his accent the alcohol slurring the word awkwardly. Russia's still-gloved hands griped his hips and the larger man shifted, bending forward a bit as he whispered into the other's ear.

"Da~?" The word was a soft purr and Lloyd licked his lips, opening his mouth only to find that he could think if nothing to say.

"Hn..." He made a small noise and relaxed a bit, feeling intoxicated by more than just the alcohol. Ivan let out a small giggle and nuzzled the back of his neck, grinning against it as his fingers dug harder into the smaller man's hips.

"Agh-ahh!" Wales screamed as the other thrust forward, the singeing pain making him try to pull away even as the pleasure followed, pulsing through his body with a heavy throb. Ivan paused with a quiet grunt, biting his lip at the tightness of the other before pulling out and beginning to thrust into him steadily. Lloyd gasped and hissed at the feeling, struggling against the other as the Russia's hands held his hips still.

"Ah! Hnnn~" Wales cried, gasping for breath, the air getting caught in his throat with each motion from the other. He whimpered quietly as he felt the pain slowly ebbing away, replaced by a flood of overwhelming pleasure. Russia huffed, giving soft grunts as he continued, moving faster now as he leaned forward against the smaller man.

"Aghnnn..." Lloyd gave a low moan as the other's motions became more chaotic, pounding into him harder. He felt the other hitting the bundle of nerves within him each time, sending a shock of pleasure through the him again and again.

"Da...da ah..." Ivan panted softly, murmuring in Russian as held the other tighter, thrusting violently.

"Ahhh! I-Ivan-nnn.." Wales called out as his prostate was hit, screaming something in half-unintelligible Welsh as he felt himself pushed further and further before-

"Ackhnnf!" Lloyd choked on a loud moan as he released, his body trembling more and spasming. Ivan gave a soft moan at the sensation, feeling the other tighten around him as he pushed forward again, holding the smaller man tight against him as he came inside him. He held the other there until the hazy pleasure began to subside before pulling away. Lloyd gave a soft whine, panting as he leaned fully against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

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