PART 1 – CLASH OF ANGER. Desperation.

Tensions were high again. But it was expected from the pair.

Hands slammed onto the wooden table as the blonde nation glared at the smiling Russian.

"Just leave Ukraine and her people alone, commie. Or do you really want NATO on your ass right now?!"

Russia simply looked away, nonchalant. "My sister has the right to be with me. Yours and NATO's interference will be all worthless if she chooses me in the end."

"That's bullcrap! Like anyone would want to be with you!"

"Oh dear, that really hurt."

"Hope it did you-"

"Oh! I just remembered! May I remind you where Edward Snowden asked for asylum?"

"DON'T YOU DARE BRING THAT UP YOU RED BASTARD!"

"OH BLOODY HELL, STOP YOUR DAMN YELLING!"

Apart from England who immediately stood up and started yelling at the two, The other countries – well, Germany was on the brink of losing it - watched on in tense silence as the meeting room was filled with the rising voices of the current and former who sat near the pair moved away slightly, not wanting to be caught in what could soon become violent.

China closed his eyes and sighed at the "childish" display.

It was the same in every meeting. America, like a wanton child, attempting to start a meaningless fight with the other. It was all a game of strength and eventually, spilt blood.

He had known of it all too well in his long lifetime. Oh how he wished they could just declare war already! They would both destroy each other and ultimately, he would be the only country with power left.

'Aiya…what I am thinking? If only it was that simple with these youngsters.' He thought sadly.

He knew a full scale conflict between them would only end in 'Nuclear Armageddon'. And that would be the worse case scenario for all of them.

As China pondered on, the yelling game continued.

"fufufu, did I hit a nerve vanya?" a playful Russia, asked the enraged american.

The girl clenched her fist and gritted her teeth. "Hit? YOU WANT HIT YOU COMMUNIST SHIT?!"

Seeing the impact of his words on the girl, the Russian chuckled aloud. "My My, Always resorting to violence. A child such as yourself should have been taught with better manners! Tsk tsk…"

"OY RUSSIA! THAT IS ENOUGH!" England shouted. He too was insulted by his words. As he attempted to calm his former colony, France grabbed his arm and shook his head. "Non, Angleterre. You will only get hurt."

As the girl looked like she was going to break the table, China assessing the situation, gave out a sigh.

'Oh dear, it looks like this is going to end violently. Let see how she-'

His thoughts were interrupted when America raised her head and suddenly smiled.

"haha, that's funny. Didn't Ukraine say the same thing about you, govnyuk? "

The room was silent.

A few confused faces looked at the now smirking American. Her crystal blue eyes held pride and a mischievous look. A few looked at her with widened eyes. Looking from her to Russia, with incredulous shock. Prussia, knowing the word's true meaning, was stiffling a laugh. China was confused. That last word made such impact on everyone?

What ever can it mean….

Russia's reaction was expected. Metal pipe in hand, he gazed at the American girl with a forced smile. His eyes dark.

"I'm sorry Vanya? Please repeat that." He growled.

Under that smile, everyone knew he was furious.

Smiling, she replied, "I. Said. Govnyuk. Vy sukin syn ."

'Now what did that mean?'

Well whatever it meant, it was probably the reason why Russia suddenly stood from his chair and advanced towards the girl. His aura, grew darker with every step.

China knew he could change the course of this situation, but decided to stay silent and watch on. Besides, they began it and not I. Why should I involve myself? Aiyaa…World War 3 has finally arrived…..'

"WAAHH HE'S GOT HIS PIPE!"

"MY GOD, HOW DID HE GET A WEAPON IN HERE?!"

"DIDN'T WE HAVE EVERYONE FRISK SEARCHED?!"

"NEVER MIND THAT, STOP HIM!"

As several countries, including Japan - who was more than happy to assist – attempted to stop Russia's enraged advance towards America, the girl felt a sudden burst of adrenaline flow through her veins.

Its been a while since the Ruski's looked at her like that. With those sexy purple eyes, so much hate. And what was she gonna do? Fight back like a boss. Heck Yeah.

The conference of 'peaceful talks' ended minutes ago. Now it's ON.

Unbeknownst to everyone, she reached under her skirt and took out her own firearm.

"Well, come at me!"

At the sight of her gun, Russia's smile grew wider and whispered something in Russian under his breath. He struggled violently under the hold of all the nations who was keeping him at bay.

"MR RUSSIA PLEASE STOP THIS!" Lithuania begged.

"GH! DAMNED THIS GUY'S TOO STRONG!" Turkey called out, grabbing onto the man's arms.

Sweden, Netherlands', even Canada were too, experiencing difficulty in keeping him still.

Terrified, Italy squealed ran out of the room.

All sense of peace gone, she aimed her gun at the Russian. Germany however grabbed her arms from behind and attempted to snatch the gun off her grip.

"AMERICA PUT THAT GUN DOWN! DO YOU REALLY VANT ANOTHER WAR?!"

Some part inside her wanted to say yes. This war would decide it all.

Things have been so tense with her and Russia recently. This pent up anger just needed the release. It needed war. It needed him.

As she struggled against his strength, she knew it could never equate with hers. No. The only one who can truly be her equal was him. Ivan Braginsky.

And Russia knew as well, that only the girl aiming at his head, would be his only worthy adversary.

"AGHH! LET ME GO DAMMNIT!" She yelled and tried to elbow Germany's stomach but missed.

As the two glared at one another, many attempted to talk them out of it.

"AMELIA FREEDOM JONES! PUT THAT BLOODY GUN DOWN AND APOLOGISE! IT'S NOT THE COLD WAR ANYMORE!"

Her glare now rested on England's emerald orbs.

"Apologise?! Like hell I would-"

BANG! BANG!

The sudden gunfire shocked everyone as they turned and looked at the individual who fired them.

"YOU TWO. APOLOGISE. NOW."

It wasn't a shout, but that voice rippled through the spines of everyone.

Violet and blue eyes met pissed mint green eyes. How did he get here so quick? That question was answered when they saw a trembling Italy hiding behind him.

England was the first one to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank God, Switzerland. No one could control them. Thank you-"

"Be quiet. It's not over." The annoyed Swiss man snapped at the English nation. He never looked away from the pair.

As both stared annoyed at the armed Switzerland, who was tensed for another shot, America was the first to notice that she was no longer holding her weapon. Russia then saw that his metal pipe was missing from his grip and instead found it splayed across the carpet in two halves. Now everyone knew where his two shots were directed.

"DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID? BOTH OF YOU. APOLOGISE. THEN SIT. BACK. DOWN."

His finger was inching towards the trigger.

America, with both her arms forcibly behind her back in Germany's grip, grit her teeth before sighing.

"…Fine." She turned her head away, her shoulder length, wavy locks covering her eyes.

Russia heard the girl mutter something and raised an eyebrow, curiously.

"Forgive me, I did not quite get that." He replied.

It didn't make sense, but her words sounded along the lines of, 'Sorry commie bastard go to hell.'

Satisfied, Russia smiled and replied with a slight giggle, "izvinite, Uvazhayemyy Amerika."

She tsked to herself and looked at Switzerland's still tense face.

Partly satisfied but tensed, Switzerland beckoned to the German, "Let her go now. And you lot, let him go as well." He told everyone. Hesitant, everyone let go of the paur and slowly sat back down. Then Switzerland beckoned the both of them. "If any of you try anything funny, I guarantee you. My bullets will be the last thing you two will ever see."

Both nations nodded at the same time, giving each other one last glare. Eventually, they sat back down.

For the remainder of the meeting, Switzerland stayed put on a chair looking at both nations with a warning glare. Everyone was just thankful to Italy that he managed to bump into Switzerland on his way to the restroom.

Despite Switzerland's watchful eye, both nations tried with every opportunity to give each other the, 'Im gonna get you later' look.

The meeting ended with the resolution that Russia has to give in to economic sanctions. Of course America was all for it. And when she was for it, (almost) the entire world agrees with her. And that angered the Russian the most.

Russia tapped his finger impatiently upon the table. This anger just couldn't be kept at bay. He needed release. He knew all too well by the way her eyes suddenly glazed over his that she needed it too.

Secluded Meeting Room

"Ouch! That hur-MMPH!"

"You talk too much, suka."

"Hey! Stop tha-Ah!"

"Why should I stop? You clearly want this."

"I'm *pant* gonna kill you!"

"You're already so warm…your body yearns for me."

"Shut *pant pant* upMPHH! MMPHHH!"

As the pale white moon appeared in the sky, everyone had long gone home. It was only with bribery and forced blackmail on the two security guards that the two managed to find some peace and quiet in that private meeting room.

The moment he locked the door, the Russian walked over to her with a dangerously dark glint in his eyes. Her body started to burn.

In what seemed like a second, Amelia found herself being forced into the wall, with his wanton lips capturing hers in a battle of dominance. All the while, their hands were busy with their clothing.

He wanted to feel her under him. Under his control.

As she fought to keep her mouth shut, not giving in to his slick tongue, he pushed her harder onto the wall, her legs straddling his hips tight.

"You were annoyingly talkative today, my little sunflower. You really do not know when to shut that mouth of yours." He murmured against her neck, leaving behind red bites, causing her to moan.

"hah you too you basta- Oh, god!"

She gripped his hair tightly when she felt him bite a sensitive spot on her neck that he knew she loved.

He chuckled softly when he felt her legs achingly rub against him.

All those secret sessions of sensual love making only strengthened their sexual tension every time they met. Just glancing at one another when passing the hallways just itched for a secret make out.

If only it was that easy though. They knew things weren't going well with their bosses currently – like the Middle East was hard enough, the commie just goes off and invades Ukraine. What's a heroine to do?

Nevertheless, It was the only thing that stopped them from from seeing each other. That alone was pure torture.

Right now, they were not nations. Now, they were just two people from two tense countries who really want to give in to each other.

'Or it could all just be a game,' He thought sadly to himself. But whatever game his little sunflower wanted to play, he'll gladly join.

"Although your Russian was highly insulting, I found it so hard to keep myself from taking you then and there." He said against her lips as he threw off her bomber jacket.

Caught up in the heated moment, she avoided another hot kiss, and placed both hands on his already pink cheeks. " You just love it *hah* when I do that, don't you, Иван?" she whispered hotly in his ear.

In that moment, he threw her body onto the couch and climbed atop her. His arms on either side of her. Blocking any chance of escape.

She looked at his eyes. They were darkened with lust. Just looking at them, made her body shiver with excitement.

He loved it when she said his name. It just sounded so perfect coming from her lips. Despite the outwardly contempt when she says, 'Russia' or 'commie bastard',

in private, she said his true name in such a way that was enough to make him go insane. Along with her playful blue eyes, the girl was all he wanted.

And now he had her. All to himself.

"Strip." He growled.

She looked at him angrily. "You first douchebag."

His looked at every angle of her body in wanton. Now. He needed her NOW.

As he started stripping off his beige coat and pants, Amelia was growing increasingly impatient.

Annoyed that the Russian was taking so long, Amelia took off her own camouflage themed singlet and her pale green skirt. As her boots hit the ground, she was left in her American flag bra and underwear.

Without warning, she pushed him away with her feet and proceeded in stripping him as well. This earned her a gasp of surprise and pleasure.

With the pair left in nothing but their undergarments, she climbed onto his torso, with her legs on each side of him. She took his head in her hands whilst he placed his on her hips.

Both of them were on the verge of want. Her body almost bare and all for him to ravish, his cold body below her absorbing her heat, her want.

Screw politics. He's mine tonight.

"Now big guy" She pulled him closer with his scarf. "Rock my world."

All she remembered at that moment was a wanton Ivan flipping her onto her back and a passionate kiss that electrocuted her body.

By the time he entered her warmth, he had already lost all control. All he wanted was to touch her, and hear his name being screamed out in ecstacy.

With that they had their sexual tension relieved quite successfully.

And no one would have to know.

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Tense huh? Well just read the next two chapters and we'll see how it all goes down.

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History References:

Russia: "Oh! I just remembered! May I remind you where Edward Snowden asked for asylum?"

Edward Snowden is an American computer professional who leaked classified information from the National Security Agency (NSA). On August 1, 2013, Russian authorities granted him a one-year temporary asylum.

Now you get why she was angry that Russia brought it up?

wiki/Edward_Snowden

Translations

Vanya – friend or refer nicely

Govnyuk – shithead

Vy sukin syn – Son of a bitch

izvinite, Uvazhayemyy Amerika - sorry dear america

Suka – bitch

Иван - Ivan