The door slammed open against the wall, freezing winter air forcing its way into the main entrance of Russia's mansion, and you stormed in with a garrish scowl twisted onto your lips.
Lithuania was the first to rush into the main area, followed closely by Estoia, then Latvia last. "W-What happened?"
You stormed past them, winter boots making horribly loud stomps across the floor. "I cannot BELIEVE that American hamburger eating as-"
Russia followed shortly after you, grabbing the door and slamming it shut with a guarded expression, violet eyes smoldering with a black hatred even you couldn't look right into. "America had sent a sp-"
"HE WAS TRYING TO BREAK JAPAN OUT." You roared, the bottom to your long coat flapping in the wind.
Russia looked torn between fury and pride as he scratched his head and explained over your screaming. "America had sent a spy into Moscow. It was just lucky that we went to the movies, Da?"
"Imagine-- His filthy hamburger eating associates in our home!" Your words shocked everyone into silence. It was like you had never been his associate. Never been close to America. Never been his Sidekick Forever. Never loved him.
"Da." Russia fumed, and you wondered if he must feel a bit violated. Being a country must be strange.
"Like, what's going on here? I'm trying to play poker!" Poland stuck his blonde head around the balcony upstairs, then caught sight of you and Russia and paused. "Like, what's everyone's problems?"
Lithuania gave him a look like he should be quiet, and Russia's glare snapped up to the Polak hatefully. You knew he hated Poland-- but you also knew he wouldn't say anything, for you.
"So it's started..." Estonia sighed, shaking slightly in the prescence of Russia, his glasses flashing as he pushed them up his nose slightly.
"Da, it has." Russia confirmed grimly, before he turned to exit to his room without another word.
"Russia!" You scowled, bolting after him. He did not stop stomping down the hall until your hand snapped out and your fingers closed around his. This made him pause mid-stomp, his eyes confused and wide as they turned to you. "Stop for a second. You HAVE to send me into America. I need to get information on these invasions, on these SPIES."
Several emotions that you did not understand passed over his face, expression guarded. His frown deepened into a scowl as he bluntly stated, "You aren't ready."
"Russia, that isn't true. I will train all day and all night for the nxt few weeks, if that's what it takes."
"Nyet, you aren't ready." He moved his hand from yours, turning to enter his room.
You growl slightly, leaping forwards and sliding into the room before him. This was dangerous, but it had to be done. He needed to listen! "Ivan, don't you dare ignore me!"
His face twisted furiously, and he shouldered you hard. You gasped and lost your balace, tumbling backwards, before gritting your teeth and regaining your center, landing in a cat-like fighting stance. Then, you leapt back up, irritation boiling in you stomach as he simply caught you like a mouse anyways, again tossing you like a rag doll onto the bed.
"STOP." He barked, and everything inside you knew that the best thing to do at this point would be to curl up in a ball on the bed and pretend to sleep under the covers until he forgave you, but this was non-negotionable.
And you did something incredibly idiotic. In fact, you had done it before, in this very room.
You sprang up from the bed, and with an aching wrist snatched the end of his scarf. Your fingers clutched around the soft fabric for a moment before you yanked your hand back sideways, and it went flying upwards, off his neck.
Russia reacted too quickly for you to move. His eyes where wild and betrayed as he twisted like some sort of snake, hands shooting out and grabing you around the neck. He then forced you against the wall, body pressed against yours to keep you pinned, eyes inches from your own.
You saw nothing but blackness in his.
His grip tightened around your neck and she fought the urge to breathe in, knowing it would only make him want to squeeze tighter. He was too enraged to use words, his hands constricting around your throat doing all the talking for him.
You craned your neck ever so slightly, feeling a horrible throbbing beginning to pulse just under the skin as you closed your eyes, and your lips met skin.
His neck was cold, despite always being under his scarf, and your lips felt chilled after pulling away. You felt Russia's hands freeze on your throat, and upon leaned back in pain against the wall you caught a glimpse of his face before it began shadowed by his bangs.
Confused, angry, desperate, and hungry.
"R...us..sia..." You choked out in a hoarse voice, and his hands slackened ever so slightly before completely letting go, body inching away from yours.
He had reached his breaking point, and now he was just wary, eyes downcast and clouded. "Little One..."
You rubbed your neck painfully, but refused to let your pain shine through your voice. "Ivan, I'm ready. I think you know that. Why are you being so defensive?"
Russia just pushed away from the wall, whipping around so his back was to you and you could not see his face. "You are pushing your luck, Little One. Go to sleep-- I will take a shower and be to bed soon, Da?"
Then he left the room, and you plopped down on the bed, wrist, neck, and shoulder incredibly sore as you thought with determination 'I am NOT going to be asleep when he gets back, then he'll have o talk to me...'
As Russia got back, you where already sound asleep, having curled up under the covers wearing your spy suit and nothing else. Your coat, gloves, socks, an shoes lay scattered everywhere, and your hair was still braided.
"You are sleeping, Da?" Russia sighed, scratching his damp hair. "Then I can speak."
He neared your bedside, before kneeling just in front of you and putting a large hand on your neck, touch gentle and persistant. "I am afraid you will go back to him, Da? You call for him in your sleep already."
You twitched slightly, hand igtening on a fistful of pillow.
"Nyet, I cannot know if you will desert me or not, Da?" He paused, sighing miserably. "How am I expected to trust you?"