Disclaimer: I do not and will not ever own Hetalia, no matter how much I ask Santa for it. *sadness*

On a side note, if you're reading this, you may want to read my other story, Vodka and Tears, first. It gives the background, considering this is a companion to it.

Now, enjoy!

Raivis was shocked. Why would Peter kiss him? He was happy to have the sympathy, to know someone cared. This was only the second time Raivis had ever been kissed. The first was when Ivan demanded it. That kiss was filled with lust and fueled by alcohol. This was different though. Raivis could tell that all Peter wanted was to help him.

"P-Peter." Raivis whispered, his words muffled by Peter's shoulder.

"Yes Raivis?" Peter answered.

"T-Thank you. For being here for me. For helping me." Raivis took a deep breath and looked up, "I love you Peter."

"I love you too Raivis. If you let me, I can show you what sex really is. What it should be like, the ultimate bond between two people who love each other like we do."

Raivis was nervous. Would it be like what Ivan did to him? Or would it be different because it was with Peter? He wanted for Peter to love him. He had always loved Peter, but was scared to tell him for fear of getting rejected. He wanted the kind of love that Toris and Feliks had, the kind of love that lasts forever. And he was almost sure that he could get that kind of love with Peter. Looking up, he saw Peter staring out the window, eyes filled with sorrow and worry. Separating himself from Peter's warm embrace, he moved closer and kissed Peter on the lips.

"Please." He said, "Show me how to love." Peter smiled and muted the movie. Then he took Raivis by the hand and led him to his room.

Peter kissed Raivis softly on the lips. Reaching down, he pulled Raivis' shirt over his head only breaking the kiss for a second. Then he used his hands to unbutton his own shirt halfway before Raivis' hands took over. When it was off Peter pushed Raivis onto the bed, lips still locked. Belts were unbuckled and pants came off, leaving only boxers between the two. Before those came off, Raivis broke the kiss.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked, concerned, "Did I do something badly?

"You're doing everything perfectly. It's just…" Raivis trailed off.

"It's what? Please tell me Raivis. I can make it better."

"I'm just scared. I've never done anything like this before. What if I mess up? Will you still love me?"

"I couldn't stop loving you if I tried. Don't worry; it's my first time too. We can learn together. I promise." Peter sealed the promise with a kiss, washing away any doubt Raivis had. Peter kissed all the way down his body, stopping at the waist of his boxers.

"Are you ready?" Peter said, his words muffled by the fabric. Taking a deep breath, Raivis answered,

"I am." Peter bit at the waistband of Raivis' boxers, pulling them slowly downwards. He took Raivis' half erect member in his hands, stroking it smoothly. Raivis moaned loudly. When he was fully erect, Peter moved down to Raivis' entrance and started to insert a finger.

"Wait." Raivis called, breathing deeply. "It's your turn." Peter smiled slightly and switched places with Raivis. Raivis used his hands to pull down Peter's boxers, throwing them on top of his own. Then he took Peter's manhood into his mouth, much like Russia did. Using his tongue he massaged it, humming constantly to tease Peter even more. By the time they were both fully erect, they were panting with eyes full of desire. The feeling was new to each of them in different ways: Peter only having dreamed about it and Raivis having experienced it when fear and pain dominated.

Peter reclaimed his spot and started inserting a finger inside his almost-lover. Raivis inhaled sharply, not used to the tightness. Peter stopped until he got the okay to keep going. Then he inserted another finger, scissoring and wiggling them to stretch Raivis out.

Soon, he had three fingers inside.

"Peter…" Raivis breathed, panting heavily now, "Please…"

"Are you sure? We can stop if it hurts," Raivis shook his head violently, eyes pleading with Peter. Peter took his place on top of Raivis and lined himself up with his entrance. Slowly but surely, he pressed in. Raivis nodded for him to continue and he buried himself completely inside. He sat there for a few seconds, letting them both get used to the feeling. Then he started moving in and out slowly, finding that it was relatively easy. Their moans filled the room, Raivis' conquering all.

"Faster…" Raivis gasped. Peter complied and sped up the pace. Leaning down he kissed Raivis sweetly, a kiss shared between two true lovers. They kept their lips locked as the both reached their climaxes, Raivis finishing first. His essence spilled all over their chests, splattering the sheets. Peter came soon after, filling Raivis with liquid love. Peter fell down onto Raivis' chest, showering him with kisses and words of affection. Still inside, he gathered Raivis into an embrace and whispered,

"You're okay now. I promise."

I would like to thank anyone and everyone who has read these stories. You are the fuel to the fire that keeps me writing! Corny, I know.

I'm going to start working on new stories, so PM me if you have any ideas!

Goodbye my lovelies!

~Renee