Never without passion
Russia claims he doesn't like being stalked by Serbia, but the idea of Serbia not stalking him is even worse.
Russia and Belarus together were always... complicated. But not in a horrible way. Usually not, despite how he two of them could scare the fuck out of other nations. Sometimes Russia hid in fear of his sister. And sometimes, more often these days when she had calmed down a bit, he made excellent use of her devotion.
The way Russia loomed over him when they spoke and how Belarus stood way too close in front in front of him, her right hand lingering in her pocket where she kept her knife, would make someone else very worried. Actually Serbia felt a bit uncomfortable too. Which he tried to tell Russia.
“I thought you wanted to be close to me,” Russia said behind him. Belarus was quiet. It was a nice setup to avoid a potential victim escaping. And disturbingly hot, the way Belarus glared and Russia kept his voice low and growling. “I think you should remember who your friends are...”
“Don't cheat on us, Belarus purred, kissing his neck while something sharp brushed by his face.
Serbia wondered what the hell he had done to make this happen. And how he could do it again.
It must have started with Ukraine. They always got along well too, even if she was the odd one out in the family.
“We should try to branch out from Russia's shadow,” Ukraine said. “I love my brother more than anything, but... you know.”
“I know,” Serbia agreed.
He made more coffee and she sandwiches from bread fresh from the oven. Belarus was insanely hot but every now and then it was nice to spend time with someone who wasn't crazy. Well, crazy in a different way.
Serbia didn't think it was much saner to fantasize how nice it would be to be a part of the overrated EU than being one with Russia. Either one was bond to end badly, you might as well pick at random.
When Ukraine felt really rebellious and annoyed with her family she fantasized about joining NATO too, blushing at the same time over how mean she was to her brother.
“If we actually had a relationship, I'm not the cheating type...” Serbia said.
“Right,” Belarus said. “I seen you and my sister suck up for Brussels. And worse.”
Serbia cried out in both surprise and pain when Belarus slapped him in the face. His automatic response of hitting back was stopped by Russia, who caught his hand. In sheer surprise Serbia let him push his hands together and pin them down in front of him. Russia's hand was large enough to tightly hold both his wrist at the same time.
A weird position, pressed against Russia and between him and his sister. It was the kind of thing he didn't expect would happen outside creative cursing. Or intoxicated masturbation fantasies.
“Well?” Belarus said, as if he refused to answer an obvious question. “What do you have to say to your defense?”
'And worse'. At that point it hit him. Russia's bosses had a while ago wished him well in all endeavors, good luck with EU, buy our oil without whining like a bitch and if you even consider joining NATO we will not be pleased.
How the fuck did they know what he and Ukraine talked about in private? And how could they be stupid enough to think he vaguely agreed with that for any other reason than because of how Ukraine's breasts bounced when she got animated and enthusiastic? Ukraine was very sensitive, not the kind of girl you could be brutally honest with like Belarus.
“I don't remember ever answering to Moscow,” Serbia said. He couldn't decide what made him angrier, how little she trusted him or how she had the dared to think he needed to explain himself to her. “Even less Minsk. If I want to join NATO I'll fucking do it without asking you for permission.”
“Maybe you should,” Russia calmly said and tightened his grip on Serbia's wrists. It made Serbia's pulse race even more of something that wasn't anger. Dominant Russia was... he couldn't find the right word for it. Or a word he wouldn't be embarrassed by admitting.
The sane reaction would be to freak out a little and get out of the situation. Serbia could only think of one thing. Russia was jealous.
Against better knowing Serbia relaxed in Russia's grip, bending his neck back, smiling.
“Convince me.”
“Convince you?” Belarus hissed. “You should beg us to let you join us and our CSTO.”
That was it after all. Russia's boss told him he should and he felt flattered and a little weirded out but Russia had avoided the subject himself.
“You should beg me to join. Wouldn't it be cool to creep further into Europe just like that?”
“We might not let you in anyway,” Belarus said.
“I might turn it down no matter how much you beg.”
“I really don't think you would,” Russia said. “I know you better than you think...”
Russia's hand on his ass made Serbia jump, though he didn't get far.
“Off,” he snarled. Russia imminently obeyed the unexpected aggression but didn't back off.
“Is this a day when no means yes?” Belarus said. “You're hopeless when it comes to my brother.”
“Today no means maybe. But no always means no when it comes to other men keeping their hands off my ass.”
“Weren't you married to Montenegro for years?”
“I haven't fallen so low I let even my allies fuck me in the ass.”
“You are very insecure Serbia,” Russia said. “This is why people end up using you.”
“Like you?”
“You can't keep stalking me and then change your mind,” Russia said. “It's very childish and annoying.”
Serbia swallowed hard. He had tried to not think about that time when Russia kissed him and had decided he must have dreamed that up after drinking too much. Guess the subject couldn't stay buried forever.
“And you think you can switch back and forth when I can't? If you and Belarus want to include me in your happy post-Soviet family photos you should try a little harder to make me want it instead of insulting me.”
“I thought you and my sister did a lot of bonding,” Russia innocently said. “Sometimes you show each other stupid statues and monuments and sometimes she shows you my bed.”
“It was only that one time!” Belarus blurted out.
“Fuck!” Serbia yelled as Russia almost broke his hand. “Stop that!”
There was a limit on how much bonding between them he approved of and bonding on his bed must have been it. Maybe Russia would be happier to know Belarus had cried out his name. But if he shared that Belarus might share how other, unnamed people had done similar mistakes in similar situations...
Serbia continued to curse over the pain in his hand while Belarus took a step back and looked at them with a smug expression.
“I think you are jealous,” Belarus said. “Should we do this? Yes or no?”
“Maybe,” Serbia said.
But she wasn't talking to him, she was looking directly at Russia when she started to feel up Serbia. Fuck, Serbia loved that feeling, the way she touched him as if it was completely natural, as if they belonged to each other and asking was out of the question. He was certain she would kill him if he screwed up her chances with Russia at this point. And to his own horror Serbia realized he felt the same way. He hated and denied the idea Russia could ever be his type. Russia was fucking huge and big-boned and whatever excuses you could make for the world's largest country. If Serbia slept with guys they should at least look girlier than him. And yet Serbia didn't yell unwanted touching when Russia put his hand on his ass again. At least he finally released Serbia's hands.
The second he could move freely again Serbia shoved his elbow into Russia's stomach with all the force he could summon in such a close space. It was Russia's turn to curse.
“I'm not some minion you can bully.”
“I know,” Belarus said. “Just like me. We're not that easy to get rid of Russia.”
“I should try harder,” Russia said. Yeah, as if he wasn't the one who had showed up in Serbia's house and started to threaten him when Serbia had been to busy to call him the way he used to.
But if you could resist giving in to your passion, it only meant the passion wasn't strong enough. Fuck common sense and dignity.
Serbia shut Russia up by initiating the kiss this time around.
“Why not,” Russia said. Serbia couldn't see his face when his was pressed against Russia's neck, but he could imagine he was smiling with more warmth than usual.
Rumors spread like crazy. Serbia blamed Belarus, who he was certain wanted everyone to know she was one step closer to getting married married married. Not that he minded. He found himself enjoying the mix of horror and curiosity and admiration this rumor caused.
“Yes, it seems like I have a thing with both Russia and Belarus,” Serbia explained to a horrified audience at a EU related meeting a few days later. “If they deny it they're lying. And honestly, who here can say they never dreamed of semi-incestuous orgies?”
“You're over-sharing,” England said. Not many nations noticed he didn't disagree with the main point.
“Quiet,” France said. “I want to hear all the sordid details.”
“I think we need to know the truth,” Netherlands agreed.
“No, we don't,” Estonia disagreed, shuddering. “I'll never be able to close my eyes again if he describes it.”
Lithuania only glared evilly, jealousy written all over his face.
“If Serbia is in bed with Russia it's of interest to all of us what they're talking about,” Netherlands insisted.
“If you keep on being unfair to me maybe I move in with Russia instead,” Serbia said. That guy was an idiot. “I don't think he and Belarus would mind. Perhaps Kazakhstan would, not sure...”
“It's an excellent idea,” Netherlands said. “I'll help you move your stuff to his house. All you have to do is ask.”
Shit, Serbia hadn't expected to be called out that quickly.
“Stop being such an ass,” Bulgaria protested. Greece looked like he wanted to protest too but his bad cold made his words inaudible. “Would you throw out Italy too because of his love affair with Russia? It's not a problem.”
“You had an affair with Russia?!” Serbia snarled.
“No,” Italy cried out and tried to hide behind his brother.
Germany slammed his stack of papers down on the table. Everyone stilled and looked at him.
“Serbia's sex life is not on the agenda,” he said in a hostile tone. “Or Russia's. Or Italy's. Or anyone's.”
“Can we take it on other questions?” France wondered.
“No! Back to business.”
Grudgingly everyone did. Serbia paid no attention to Germany's attempts to bring order, instead thinking of Russia and Belarus again. No, he wasn't about to move in with them, but it was an amusing, unfamiliar feeling to wake up cursing because Russia rolled over and almost crushed him. Serbia avoided a grisly fate by pure luck and accidentally shoved Belarus down on the floor in the process. It was probably a terrible decision, silly and far from perfect and thinking about it was enough to fill him with joy.
CSTO means The Collective Security Treaty Organization, which consists of Russia, Belarus, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan and Armenia. And Russia's president said he thought Serbia should apply. I once randomly came across some blog where the blogger referred to the “should Serbia join NATO or CSTO or nothing at all” with something along the lines of 'but does Russia really want to include Serbia in its happy post-Soviet family photos?`'. In Hetalia terms that almost broke my brain.
Russia and Belarus together were always... complicated. But not in a horrible way. Usually not, despite how he two of them could scare the fuck out of other nations. Sometimes Russia hid in fear of his sister. And sometimes, more often these days when she had calmed down a bit, he made excellent use of her devotion.
The way Russia loomed over him when they spoke and how Belarus stood way too close in front in front of him, her right hand lingering in her pocket where she kept her knife, would make someone else very worried. Actually Serbia felt a bit uncomfortable too. Which he tried to tell Russia.
“I thought you wanted to be close to me,” Russia said behind him. Belarus was quiet. It was a nice setup to avoid a potential victim escaping. And disturbingly hot, the way Belarus glared and Russia kept his voice low and growling. “I think you should remember who your friends are...”
“Don't cheat on us, Belarus purred, kissing his neck while something sharp brushed by his face.
Serbia wondered what the hell he had done to make this happen. And how he could do it again.
It must have started with Ukraine. They always got along well too, even if she was the odd one out in the family.
“We should try to branch out from Russia's shadow,” Ukraine said. “I love my brother more than anything, but... you know.”
“I know,” Serbia agreed.
He made more coffee and she sandwiches from bread fresh from the oven. Belarus was insanely hot but every now and then it was nice to spend time with someone who wasn't crazy. Well, crazy in a different way.
Serbia didn't think it was much saner to fantasize how nice it would be to be a part of the overrated EU than being one with Russia. Either one was bond to end badly, you might as well pick at random.
When Ukraine felt really rebellious and annoyed with her family she fantasized about joining NATO too, blushing at the same time over how mean she was to her brother.
“If we actually had a relationship, I'm not the cheating type...” Serbia said.
“Right,” Belarus said. “I seen you and my sister suck up for Brussels. And worse.”
Serbia cried out in both surprise and pain when Belarus slapped him in the face. His automatic response of hitting back was stopped by Russia, who caught his hand. In sheer surprise Serbia let him push his hands together and pin them down in front of him. Russia's hand was large enough to tightly hold both his wrist at the same time.
A weird position, pressed against Russia and between him and his sister. It was the kind of thing he didn't expect would happen outside creative cursing. Or intoxicated masturbation fantasies.
“Well?” Belarus said, as if he refused to answer an obvious question. “What do you have to say to your defense?”
'And worse'. At that point it hit him. Russia's bosses had a while ago wished him well in all endeavors, good luck with EU, buy our oil without whining like a bitch and if you even consider joining NATO we will not be pleased.
How the fuck did they know what he and Ukraine talked about in private? And how could they be stupid enough to think he vaguely agreed with that for any other reason than because of how Ukraine's breasts bounced when she got animated and enthusiastic? Ukraine was very sensitive, not the kind of girl you could be brutally honest with like Belarus.
“I don't remember ever answering to Moscow,” Serbia said. He couldn't decide what made him angrier, how little she trusted him or how she had the dared to think he needed to explain himself to her. “Even less Minsk. If I want to join NATO I'll fucking do it without asking you for permission.”
“Maybe you should,” Russia calmly said and tightened his grip on Serbia's wrists. It made Serbia's pulse race even more of something that wasn't anger. Dominant Russia was... he couldn't find the right word for it. Or a word he wouldn't be embarrassed by admitting.
The sane reaction would be to freak out a little and get out of the situation. Serbia could only think of one thing. Russia was jealous.
Against better knowing Serbia relaxed in Russia's grip, bending his neck back, smiling.
“Convince me.”
“Convince you?” Belarus hissed. “You should beg us to let you join us and our CSTO.”
That was it after all. Russia's boss told him he should and he felt flattered and a little weirded out but Russia had avoided the subject himself.
“You should beg me to join. Wouldn't it be cool to creep further into Europe just like that?”
“We might not let you in anyway,” Belarus said.
“I might turn it down no matter how much you beg.”
“I really don't think you would,” Russia said. “I know you better than you think...”
Russia's hand on his ass made Serbia jump, though he didn't get far.
“Off,” he snarled. Russia imminently obeyed the unexpected aggression but didn't back off.
“Is this a day when no means yes?” Belarus said. “You're hopeless when it comes to my brother.”
“Today no means maybe. But no always means no when it comes to other men keeping their hands off my ass.”
“Weren't you married to Montenegro for years?”
“I haven't fallen so low I let even my allies fuck me in the ass.”
“You are very insecure Serbia,” Russia said. “This is why people end up using you.”
“Like you?”
“You can't keep stalking me and then change your mind,” Russia said. “It's very childish and annoying.”
Serbia swallowed hard. He had tried to not think about that time when Russia kissed him and had decided he must have dreamed that up after drinking too much. Guess the subject couldn't stay buried forever.
“And you think you can switch back and forth when I can't? If you and Belarus want to include me in your happy post-Soviet family photos you should try a little harder to make me want it instead of insulting me.”
“I thought you and my sister did a lot of bonding,” Russia innocently said. “Sometimes you show each other stupid statues and monuments and sometimes she shows you my bed.”
“It was only that one time!” Belarus blurted out.
“Fuck!” Serbia yelled as Russia almost broke his hand. “Stop that!”
There was a limit on how much bonding between them he approved of and bonding on his bed must have been it. Maybe Russia would be happier to know Belarus had cried out his name. But if he shared that Belarus might share how other, unnamed people had done similar mistakes in similar situations...
Serbia continued to curse over the pain in his hand while Belarus took a step back and looked at them with a smug expression.
“I think you are jealous,” Belarus said. “Should we do this? Yes or no?”
“Maybe,” Serbia said.
But she wasn't talking to him, she was looking directly at Russia when she started to feel up Serbia. Fuck, Serbia loved that feeling, the way she touched him as if it was completely natural, as if they belonged to each other and asking was out of the question. He was certain she would kill him if he screwed up her chances with Russia at this point. And to his own horror Serbia realized he felt the same way. He hated and denied the idea Russia could ever be his type. Russia was fucking huge and big-boned and whatever excuses you could make for the world's largest country. If Serbia slept with guys they should at least look girlier than him. And yet Serbia didn't yell unwanted touching when Russia put his hand on his ass again. At least he finally released Serbia's hands.
The second he could move freely again Serbia shoved his elbow into Russia's stomach with all the force he could summon in such a close space. It was Russia's turn to curse.
“I'm not some minion you can bully.”
“I know,” Belarus said. “Just like me. We're not that easy to get rid of Russia.”
“I should try harder,” Russia said. Yeah, as if he wasn't the one who had showed up in Serbia's house and started to threaten him when Serbia had been to busy to call him the way he used to.
But if you could resist giving in to your passion, it only meant the passion wasn't strong enough. Fuck common sense and dignity.
Serbia shut Russia up by initiating the kiss this time around.
“Why not,” Russia said. Serbia couldn't see his face when his was pressed against Russia's neck, but he could imagine he was smiling with more warmth than usual.
Rumors spread like crazy. Serbia blamed Belarus, who he was certain wanted everyone to know she was one step closer to getting married married married. Not that he minded. He found himself enjoying the mix of horror and curiosity and admiration this rumor caused.
“Yes, it seems like I have a thing with both Russia and Belarus,” Serbia explained to a horrified audience at a EU related meeting a few days later. “If they deny it they're lying. And honestly, who here can say they never dreamed of semi-incestuous orgies?”
“You're over-sharing,” England said. Not many nations noticed he didn't disagree with the main point.
“Quiet,” France said. “I want to hear all the sordid details.”
“I think we need to know the truth,” Netherlands agreed.
“No, we don't,” Estonia disagreed, shuddering. “I'll never be able to close my eyes again if he describes it.”
Lithuania only glared evilly, jealousy written all over his face.
“If Serbia is in bed with Russia it's of interest to all of us what they're talking about,” Netherlands insisted.
“If you keep on being unfair to me maybe I move in with Russia instead,” Serbia said. That guy was an idiot. “I don't think he and Belarus would mind. Perhaps Kazakhstan would, not sure...”
“It's an excellent idea,” Netherlands said. “I'll help you move your stuff to his house. All you have to do is ask.”
Shit, Serbia hadn't expected to be called out that quickly.
“Stop being such an ass,” Bulgaria protested. Greece looked like he wanted to protest too but his bad cold made his words inaudible. “Would you throw out Italy too because of his love affair with Russia? It's not a problem.”
“You had an affair with Russia?!” Serbia snarled.
“No,” Italy cried out and tried to hide behind his brother.
Germany slammed his stack of papers down on the table. Everyone stilled and looked at him.
“Serbia's sex life is not on the agenda,” he said in a hostile tone. “Or Russia's. Or Italy's. Or anyone's.”
“Can we take it on other questions?” France wondered.
“No! Back to business.”
Grudgingly everyone did. Serbia paid no attention to Germany's attempts to bring order, instead thinking of Russia and Belarus again. No, he wasn't about to move in with them, but it was an amusing, unfamiliar feeling to wake up cursing because Russia rolled over and almost crushed him. Serbia avoided a grisly fate by pure luck and accidentally shoved Belarus down on the floor in the process. It was probably a terrible decision, silly and far from perfect and thinking about it was enough to fill him with joy.
CSTO means The Collective Security Treaty Organization, which consists of Russia, Belarus, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan and Armenia. And Russia's president said he thought Serbia should apply. I once randomly came across some blog where the blogger referred to the “should Serbia join NATO or CSTO or nothing at all” with something along the lines of 'but does Russia really want to include Serbia in its happy post-Soviet family photos?`'. In Hetalia terms that almost broke my brain.