I never pictured their relationship as lovey dovey. they are much too bitter for that. but their love are strong. I believe it.

I love Russia x China.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine. if it's mine, Russia will go with China. America X England. France X Canada. Sweden X Finland. Germany X North Italy. SpainX Romano. Austria X Hungary.

It didn't help much to look at the sleeping China while jerking. All Russia wanted to do was to devour the delicate body beside him and gave it a good, long fuck, to satisfy his desire, his animal instinct. He needs to have everything of China, every finger, every limbs, every part of his skin. Russia swallowed hard.

China was already 6 months due. His bulging stomach looked delightfully round and full underneath the silk sleeping dress specially ordered by Russia for his lover. He knew that China loves his own chang san, but since it was too tight for a pregnant man, China has comprehended himself with another garment, which was always used by pregnant ladies from native Mainland China. It was made of silk, ordered from the finest, as Russia wanted his lover to get the best. At least the best that he could afford. Russia has given up making China wore a Petrushka dress, since he always complained that it's too complicated to wear and undress.

Back to his pulsing cock, Russia sighed. He needed to go to bathroom to finish it off. He wouldn't want to destroy the serenity of his China's dream. If only he wasn't carrying anything inside his subtle body, Russia had long fucked him there and then. Just like how he liked it and he knew his 'Jao' loved it too, secretly.

But for a baby's sake, some lustful desire to love is painfully dirty.

Russia crawled to the edge of the bed, sighing. Maybe he was sighing too loud, but he felt a weak grip clutched his wrist.

"Ivan… where're you… going?"

"no, it's just bathroom. Nature's call. Go back to sleep, Yao."

"…" China opened his eyes wider. He was silent, but his hand was still having a soft grip on Russia's wrist. It's nice to touch. He wanted more. He knows Ivan wanted more too. But he will endure it all. For the sake of the beautiful life inside him.

*********

Three months came like a blink of eye. Suddenly China was so round that Russia couldn't help but laughed lovingly whenever the smaller nation walked towards him. China looked round and nice, just like the panda he loves. The way China walked supported the role, and he did look a bit like huge panda.

China hated the smile Russia gave him and always made sure Russia get a soft slap whenever China found Russia laughing softly at his body. But in the end, he gave up. The smiling Russian in front of him was still as protective as ever. Russia didn't even allow the pregnant man to walk alone anywhere, let alone go out from their house. England and America did visit once, and China smiled when he looked at England. England was having a quite difficult pregnancy since it was his kidney which turned into womb. His belly was spread more a bit to the left. Weird. But they laughed at each other and talking eagerly about the upcoming labour.

**********

Waiting was the worst thing Russia at. He just couldn't wait. He wanted to do something. But he just couldn't do anything. What left of him is to wait until everything finished and came in to welcome the new member of the family.

The moaned and screamed from the room didn't help. All he wanted was just drop dead there. Thing started to get blurred and past events entered his mind. How he met China that day… the day that changed his view of the effeminate nation…

*******

Russia walked through the forest in front of the alliance building. The meeting will be held in another 30 minutes, and he just couldn't listen anymore to the stupid quarrel between America and England, who, as usual, always found something to quarrel about. This time they were quarrelling about how America abused the English Language England proud of.

France, as usual, was off until 1 minute before the meeting, so it always left him with China… but that black haired nation hasn't come, such an unusual event. Russia has heard that the week before there was this incident between Japan and Russia, but he didn't really care since it wasn't really his problem.

He was passing the bushes when he saw China, sitting quietly, hand covering his knee, round and looked like a ball. China was cuddling himself. Seated under a tree, it was strange hoe fidgety China was. The shoulders were moving rhythmically, like he was sleeping. Russia came nearer, but suddenly he heard the Chinese nation shouted.

"Don't look! Don't see! Please go further from me, please!"

"China… are you OK?"

"I am fine, really, so please go further from me…"

"What happened? Did you get harassed by France or something?"

"No… please, just let me be alone…"

Somehow Russia just couldn't move away. There was something in China's voice that actually pleaded him to stay. And the way China tried to chase him away was strange. The cheerful nation sounded like he was… crying.

"Are you crying?"

China silenced. He didn't move and nor did he speak. Russia came nearer and squatted down before him.

"What happened?" Russia asked softly, pulling the arms around the knees. "Why are you crying?"

"…I am sad. I am angry. I pity myself. I am alone."

"Tell me more about that." Russia smiled and patted the black haired guy. "I think I can help you."

"No… thank you. I am fine by myself."

"I can see that you are not fine at all."

"… then what do you want?"

"If you want to talk, I'll listen. If not, let's go back to the conference room."

"…would you laugh if I told you?"

"Not really. I am not feeling like laughing today."

China sniffed, while still hiding his face between his legs. "… Everybody hates me. The brother I loved so much suddenly betrayed me and even hurt me from my back… the friend I thought was so kind cheated me with opium… and the alliance I thought will be my supported just turned their back on me. Nobody care. Nobody look at me. Nobody loves me anymore. There goes all my pride for millennium… I was the oldest of the oldest, the dynasty who survived. But now everything was trampled before me. And people who said love me suddenly just left me alone. I … I… I am lonely…" China sobbed, crying into his arms. "I don't have the face to meet you guys anymore… I don't want to believe anything anymore…"

"How about me? You said that the alliance betrayed you. I didn't. I am still standing in front of you. Here."

"…"

"Come with me, China. Be one with me."

*******

Wooing the Chinese nation into his bed was easy that night. China was on the verge of breaking down and he didn't really care what happened. Russia knows that sweet talking will make the slender man fall into his arm, better still, become on with him.

China wasn't crying anymore, but his tear-stained face was still gloomy, lost in thought. Russia filled the cup with vodka, and gave it for the nation.

"Bitter…" He whispered. Russia smiled.

"Yes, a bit. But you will be better after drinking this."

"really?" China swallowed a sip. "You… promise?"

"Yes, I will give you the best, you know that."

The dark haired man drunk the whole cup. And another. And another. And another.

Until he passed out on the table, hiccupping and talking gibberish.

"You seemed like needing my help." Russia smiled and took the petite man inside his arms like a princess. "Let's take you to the bed. You need some rest."

"Eh~!? I~ Don't need~ rest~! I wanna… Drink, ARU! I wanna go… fly…"

"I don't think you can fly, da."

"I wanna fly and leave this filthy world… I wanna become a phoenix and left to heaven~! Aru, aru aru!!! I don't want to stay…" China started to sobbed. "…In the world where nobody likes me. I don't want to stay in the place where everybody just looked at me like a piece of land to conquer, to exploit. I want to be a land where everybody likes and adores, not hated and trampled upon me… aru…"

"Hush, calm down. You are adored. I adore you. Let's become one."

"One…? Aru, you mean… me and you? Russia, aru?"

"Yes, me and you."

China smiled. Suddenly Russia's chest throbbed. The smile was sad and not with any romantic purposes, but somehow it touched Russia's chest. The melancholy… the sadness… it's beautiful.

The smaller built nation sighed. "In the end, everything is the same, isn't it? England raped me, Kiku stabbed me…. So I might as well lower myself and sleep with you. Consensual is better than rape… don't you think?"

"Are you sober?"

"… half. I am old, you know it, I have drunk more than what you had in your mind. But half of me wanted to get drunk and forgot… so I might as well pretend that tonight you and I… are a bride and a groom. This is our wedding night. The night we become one…"

China seductively circled his arms around the white haired man and threw himself deeper into his chest.

"I smelled like vodka, and you love vodka. So… can you love me too? Just pretend that I am a walking vodka."

Russia smiled bitterly. His plan to seduce the broken nation has been found out. But maybe China knew it all along and wanted this all. So it's their chance to conquer each other.

That was their first night, and there was no romance at all. China scratched Russia's back while Russia bites China's neck. He pounded the small delicate body over and over, oblivious of the crying and begging from the smaller nation. China shouted over and over, cursing every one, killing himself with the harshness brought by the bigger built nation. Russia played as hard as he could, harder than he usually did with his Baltic nations, and it was the first time in his life he felt so connected to someone. China, on the other hand, received the cruelness with open hand, and realized that he actually likes the roughness… he has been spending his past living with a gentle but backstabber lovers. If rough equals to honest, it's not bad at all.

When China turned around to stand on all 4, giving better access for Russia to explore his body, they froze.

China forgot the ugly stabbed scar on his back, still fresh and raw, almost rotten. It's unsightly, he hates it and it was still painful.

Russia was stunned on the beauty of the scar. Raw, purple and long, straight. Beautifully crafted. Just like an art. But the only bad thing about it was that the scar ruined the prettiest back he ever seen. And he knew how hurt China was.

"So…sorry." China tried to hide the scar with his hair, but it was too short. "If that turned you off, let's do the missionary…"

"No." Russia smiled. "This is perfect. It's beautiful. And I don't care."

He kissed the scar. "I'll heal it for you. I promise."

China was surprised, and suddenly he felt like crying.

"Why? That's so… ugly… that scar is a reminder…of betrayal… and there is no such thing as an eternity…"

"We live long enough to be called an eternity." Russia kissed the scar, licked it and made China moaned. "It's beautiful because it's a part of you."

"….Russia…"

"Call my name, Yao…."

"I…Ivan…."

That night they were un-officially married as a couple.

And a year after, they officially become a partner of life.

********

China was dead tired. He had been shouting, squirming, breathing and contracting for a good 10 hours. It was a hard labour since he didn't believe in c-section. He gave birth naturally. It is impossible in some cases but for China, who had lived 4000 years, he could take it. The pain and the labour.

But weird, the more he pushed, he felt better. And aroused. The more he contracted, the baby's head pushed down and touched his prostate gland. The more it pressured the tract, the bigger his member swelled.

"Almost!" The Chinese grandpa shouted to him, ignoring the standing thing between the legs. "Breathe, and bite the cloth!"

"A….I…IVAN!!!!!" China shouted as high as he could, for a sudden orgasm came into him. Dry orgasm without ejaculation. The best orgasm of his live, a new discoveries. Was that a birth orgasm?

China couldn't speak nor think. All he knew was his body so light… he just meet the Tian (God). It was so embarrassingly full of satisfaction. He sighed.

"Congratulations, my dear." The grandpa smiled and gave him a bundle of clothes, covering a small, crying baby. "You got a baby girl."

China smiled. He took the girl, but his arms were shaking. He was still weak, while suddenly Russia broke the door and ran into the room. China could see that Ivan fell asleep on the floor, since his hair and clothes were messy and headed one way.

"I…Ivan…"

"Yao. Yao. Ya…o." Russia smiled, cried a bit of tears. "Yao Yao… so good. So great. Awesome."

"Help me take her… My arms felt weak…"

"Come." Ivan took the child, covered in a Chinese red thick blanket. "She is so beautiful… Yao Yao…"

"Thank you. It's our work. Good, uhm?"

"Well, then. I will leave you two." The grandpa smiled. "I will come back with sme medicine for Yao. Please give milk to your daughter as soon as you are ready."

China smiled and nodded. Ivan blushed a bit.

"Yao… you will lactate…"

"Yes, Ivan. I will. But not now, aru. I am still too tired…"

"Yao, I…" Ivan looked at the baby and looked back at his lover. "I… Thank you. I love you."

China smiled. "Me too, Ivan. Me too."

They kissed so softly unlike the usual hard kisses they shared.

"Who's her name…?"

"Mongolia?" China chuckled. "… or maybe… Prague?"

******

"Arthur... are you awake?"

"Yeah... how is it? our child?"

"We got a twin. Two boys."

"Ah." England smiled. "What's their names?"

"North and South CAROLINA."

"That's FEMALE name, you idiot!!!"

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additional Note: There are some examples of birth orgasm in natural labour. That's why women have a very hard to reach G-spot. some women apparently have their best orgasm when giving birth. This is a nature way to make up for woman after those 9 months of hard work. I am sure about this, but correct me if i am wrong.

As i said, I never viewed their relationship as lovey dovey. it's too much pain inside. and i couldnt take Korea China. partly because i am not a fond believer of Korea. partly because Ivan is the best man for Yao. I am extreme~

Thanks for reading!