Vampire smut anyone?

Victor Vierre stalked down a corridor of the Bloodwell mansion, black hair slicked back, glasses on the tip of his nose, and in perfect posture, back rigid as always.He had always walked those corridors at night, he didn't sleep anymore, so there was little else to do. It had literally been centuries since he had gotten a full night's rest or even slept at all, but he didn't care much anymore. He had recently closed his eyes for a few moments, but all it had brought him was painful memories from the past. He was in charge of this house, and this accursed family, always had been. Though he had divorced from his first and only wife before she ever bore children, he had been cursed just the same. For his former wife had murdered a witch, and he had helped her hide the evidence. So his burden was to take care of the Bloodwell's dirty work for the rest of all time.

He hated it. He hated being in charge of a family that was not his own, watching the woman he had never loved and who had never loved him marry another man and have children, watching this accursed family grow and spread their curse on to their young, wiping the memories of those who had seen their attrocities. Yes he...utterly despised it. He was a caretaker, a man condemned to clean up to the aftermath of people...no vampires he owed nothing to. His own family line had been cursed, his brother receiving it as well, but Victor had been the only one to become a vampire. The rest of his family and their heirs merely had to surrender their children for marriage to a Bloodwell should one come for them. He never should have helped his former wife cover up that murder. Victor's vampirism was different from the Bloodwell's type though. For although his was too based in one of the seven deadly sins (Pride), he did not have the same madness that they dealt with, nor did he hear the voices of which they often spoke.

He stopped dead in his tracks and without even glancing behind him adressed the vampire he knew to be following him. "Don't think you're being clever Michael, I know you're there." He glanced back as a man emerged from the shadows. He was a few inches shorter than him, though they were both over 6 feet, slightly spiky brown hair, a scar over one eye, and most curiously, a pair of jet black cat ears and a tail. This was Michael Bloodwell, an odder type for a Bloodwell as his mother had ended up having him after having sex with a half cat demon. Victor still couldn't figure out how that had happened. However he was just as prone to fits of madness as any other Bloodwell, even if he did have far more children than most. That was to be expected with his base being lust though.

Victor finished analyzing in his head and turned around fully to glare at him. He'd been following him around lately, harping on about how he liked him. Victor would never admit it, but he was interested, his pride held him up far too high though. Michael took a step forward and tilted his head slightly smirking at him. "Never could fool you could I?" He said swishing his tail slowly.

"I should say not" Victor said pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Michael took another step forward and Victor started to get nervous. It was a fact that as a vampire, he was extremely aware of everything going on around him, and he'd seen that look in Michael's eye before. The last time he'd seen it, Victor had ended up geting pressed against a wall and kissed before he had darted away. He was loathe to admit it, but he had actually enjoyed it. The main things holding him back were the facts that he did not want to give in so easily to one he found so obnoxious at times and that in the centuries he had not slept, he had not had sex either. He was naturally a little frightened at the concept now, he could barely even remember what it had felt like.

"Well I suppose I don't need to fool you for everything do I?" Michael said getting closer and Victor swallowed anxiously. Damn Cat forcing him into this position. He could run but he did not want to end up looking like a coward, and if he returned any gesture Michael would hold it above his head for ages. He could hurt him, but he wasn't quite one for fighting, despite his intimidating height.

"I'm not entirely sure to what you are referring" Victor said evasively and taking a step back. He cursed at himself silently for it, him backing up always got the wrong response from Michael. Proving him right Michael took another step forward and he was starting to get uncomfortably close. Victor could smell him, his slightly dusky scent and the dark blood still flowing through his veins. Yes, they did still have beating hearts though Victor did not quite know the purpose, they could stop them at will if they wanted to anyway.

"You're not? I could show you" Michael said breaking into a slight grin and still stepping ever closer. Victor could tell that Michael had sensed his heart speeding up. Victor couldn't quite help it though, he could always stop it, but it was an uncomfortable experience to do so.

"I don't need demonstrations" Victor said shortly trying to keep a hold of his rapidly slipping composure. One could only seem emotionless for so long with someone they were attracted to walking slowly towards them. Then suddenly he was right in front of him, almost touching his chest. Victor held his breath and looked down at him.

"Are you sure?" Michael said, and the next thing Victor knew there was a cold hand caressing his cheek. Victor became quite speechless, he just really wasn't quite certain how to deal with this situation. All he was able to do was shake his head slightly and shut his eyes as the hand traveled down, dipping across his jawline. The next moment, Victor's back pressed against the wall. Had he been backing up? He hadn't realized it. Michael ran his fingers down to touch his neck underneath his collar and Victor flickered his eyes open again. He did his best to give an angry look at the man standing before him, but probably the best he managed was a slightly nervous one. Noticing the look, Michael leaned up and kissed him softly, rather effectively halting Victor's thought again.

"I'll be gentle" Michael said so quietly Victor had thought for a moment that he'd imagined it. The words, to Victor's irritation, actually soothed his fears. He still had absolutely no clue what he was doing, but it wouldn't be too bad to give in...would it? Michael smiled softly before leaning up and kissing him again, softly biting at his bottom lip. Surprised at the sensation, Victor opened his mouth slightly. Taking full advantage of the opportunity, Michael slipped his tongue in, rubbing it alongside Victor's. Victor let out a muffled sound into Michael's mouth which very much resembled a moan. He'd never been kissed like that before, and although he was trying to keep some semblance of his normal cold stature, he could feel it slipping away from him. The prospect of losing control ebbed worry into his mind again. His wants combatting with his natural sense of pride.

Michael pulled back suddenly and Victor's mouth felt almost terribly empty, though he tried to ignore how much he wanted the feeling back. Michael was reaching to his side and fumbling with a door handle. Oh...they were next to one of the many guest rooms weren't they? Michael managed to open it and dragged Victor by the sleeve, meeting very little resistance from the confused and nervous vampire, into the room. Victor looked around slightly confused before Michael was suddenly on him again, teasing his mouth open, and filling it with that tongue of his once more. Victor groaned at the feeling, eyes falling half lidded, barely noticing that he was being pushed back. Suddenly the back of his knees hit the guest bed and Victor fell back, sitting on the bed.

"Well?" Michael said looking down at him almost amusedly.

"Well what?" Victor answered irritably trying to cover up the odd nervous feeling fluttering throughout his chest.

"I want to start from somewhere a little nicer. So if you don't mind, lie on your stomach?" Michael said smiling broadly. Victor swallowed anxiously, he knew exactly what that meant. Michael had discovered that because of Victor's usual impossibly formal straight backed position, his back and spine were very tense. His back also happened to be oddly sensitive because of it, and Michael had very nearly gotten his way the last time. He wanted to give him a back massage. Victor nodded a little and moved back further onto the bed. He looked up at Michael uncertainly before turning over onto his stomach and resting his head on his arms. He could hear Michael moving, and it was a slightly nervewracking experience to not be looking at him. After a moment, he heard Michael get on the bed, and a leg was swung over him. Michael positioned himself so he was effectively straddling Victor's lower back and chuckled lightly.

"I don't see what's so funny" Victor grumbled lifting his head and turning it to look at Michael.

"Nothing, I just like how you feel" Michael said lightly causing Victor to flush a little and look away. Michael then positioned his thumbs up underneath Victor's shoulderblades and dug them in, beginning the massage. Victor almost immediately sighed, this really did feel far too wonderful. Michael rubbed up and down Victor's spine, massaging out kinks and getting some very satisfying gasps. "Why don't you ever relax your back hmm?" Michal said focusing on his spinal column.

"I-I don't wish t-to ah ennnngage in a s-slovenly position hah. I-It would be m-most unprofessional" Victor managed to get out despite the fact it was very hard to speak with his back being rubbed. Michael smirked and began to rub a little harder getting a small whimper.

"Can't be professional all the time~" Michael responded in a sing song tone. Victor normally would have protested, but seeing as how he was reduced to a gasping mess under the effects of a mere back massage, he had a point. Michael managed to get out a particularly stubborn kink from Victor's spine resulting in a small crack. He let out a small appreciative moan in response. After that, Michael stopped and Victor glanced over his shoulder at him again, silently questioning the reason for the pause. Michael seemed to have other plans though and sat up on his knees so he was no longer making contact with Victor's lower back. Rather slowly, though still with that everpresent smirk, he motioned for Victor to flip over.

Victor held still for a moment, before reluctantly turning to lie on his back. Though with his back feeling entirely relaxed now, it almost felt like he was sinking into the bed. Michael lowered himself again, only this time he was straddling Victor's lower abdomen. Victor almost spoke up in question before Michael leaned forward, capturing his lips in yet another kiss. This time Victor gave in almost immediately, opening his mouth for Michael's probing tongue. Michael tilted his head so he could deepen the kiss and Victor let out another muffled moan. Rather than remain static, Victor brought up his hands to clutch at the back of Michael's shirt just below his shoulderblades. While he was being kissed, Victor did not notice Michael's hands straying to his cravat. Only when Michael had fully untied it and pulled it off, tossing it to the side, had he finally paid attention. Michael broke the kiss and Victor looked up at him breathing heavily. Before Victor could make any remark however, Michael began unbuttoning the double breasted coat he always wore. Victor's mind froze slightly, and he didn't offer much resistance as the coat was pulled off and also tossed aside, revealing the white button up shirt below.

Victor had never been undressed by someone like this before, and it brought back rather clearly into his mind how inexperienced he was. As though sensing his nervousness Michael leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his forehead. Victor tried to calm his mind a little, but he was rather suddenly distracted by Michael undoing the first few buttons of his white shirt. Michael leaned forward again and began to suck and lick at his neck, making sure not to nip. That would only get some nasty bitemarks, it came with having fangs. Victor clutched at Michael's back again, rather confused at what he was doing, but even more confused at why it felt good. Michael eventually kissed a path up to where he knew Victor's artery to be, and he ghosted a fang along the skin. Victor stiffened, he knew full well that vampires had a curious sort of venom. In humans it caused a numbing effect and could heal injuries. In vampires however, who already healed quickly on their own, it caused an effect that Victor had to describe as pleasant. It acted as an adrenaline rush, along with what Victor could only term as a mild aphrodesiac.

"M-Michael, I-I-I..... p-please" Victor stuttered out very unable to get a sentence out. He was soley focused on the light feeling of Michael's fang pressing against his skin, but not quite puncturing it.

"Shhh, just relax" Michael breathed out against his throat. Victor did his best to listen, taking a very deep breath in. Michael finally brought his fangs down, lightly puncturing Victor's neck at first, before burying in a little deeper. Victor gasped loudly and clung a little more tightly to Michael's back. He moved his legs back and forth, entirely lost in the feeling of fangs in his throat. He could feel the venom, traveling trough his veins, sparking a burning feeling, and hazing his mind.

"Mi-Michael" he panted before letting out a soft cry of surprise when Michael began to suck, pulling out small portions of his blood. It was over all too quickly, with Michael pulling back and licking his lower lip. Victor could feel the injury on his neck close, but the effects of the venom still clouded his mind. Michael began dilligently unbuttoning the rest of Victor's shirt before pulling off his own. Victor stared at Michael's chest for a moment, before getting a sudden urge to cover himself up. Despite the hazing effect, he was aware that his chest was now visible, and he was rather shy about showing it off. Michael was quick to dispel those thoughts though, by fully removing his shirt and planting kisses to his abdomen. Victor let out a small noise of confusion before Michael's mouth trailed over his nipple and began to suck at it. Victor pressed his head back and arched his back slightly, a small moan emerging from his throat. Michael worked quickly, bringing his other hand up to fold and rub the nipple he wasn't currently mouthing. Victor twitched, letting out another moan, before bringing up a hand to cover his mouth in embarrassment. Michael finally pulled his head up and gave an affectionate look to the panting, needy, hot supervisor of Bloodwell affairs lying underneath him. Victor was already hard and feeling was wholly unfamiliar after such a long time of neglecting himself.

"Hmmm somebody's excited" Michael said coyly before palming the bulge in Victor's pants. Victor let out a soft cry at the feeling, dropping a hand to claw at the bedspread.

"Y-You're no different" Victor quipped back glancing at Michael's pants.

"Can't really blame me, you're so responsive~" Michael said trailing his fingers down Victor's chest. As if on cue Victor shuddered at the light touches, holding back a gasp.

"Y-You know I'm ah not used to this" Victor said as Michael traced his fingers across his stomach, dipping into his belly button, and skating to finger the buttons of his pants.

"And that's fine" Michael replied softly undoing the buttons and then moving down to pull off the pants fully. Victor rather quickly attempted to shut his legs, but Michael's hand on one of his knees prevented him from doing so. Then Michael was trailing his fingertips down Victor's thighs to slightly tug at the bottom of the boxer briefs he had on.

"He must have trimmed his nails" Victor thought briefly to himself. All Bloodwell's had long unnaturally sharp nails that looked much like claws. They could be trimmed, but they would grow back by the next day. That meant Michael had most certainly been planning this and the thought almost had enough time to irritate Victor. He was however distracted by Michael moving his hand up to pull at the boxer briefs, rather swiftly pulling them down and all the way off Victor's legs. In the time it took for Michael to toss those aside, Victor successfully clamped his legs together. Michael gave him a slightly dissaproving look before grinning mischieviously. He reached forward and picked Victor's leg up and hiked it over his shoulder.

"W-what are you.. ah! hnnngh" Victor started but immediatly trailed off into a strangled moan as Michael licked down his thigh. Michael let go of his leg but kept his thighs spread with his hands. Michael leaned forward and planted a lazy kiss against Victor's erection, before taking the length into his mouth, relishing in the loud startled cry he recieved. Victor arched his back attempting to buck his hips upward, but Michael had dragged his hands up to hold them in place as he sucked. Michael hummed slightly and Victor was reduced to a whimpering mess. Before Victor got too close though, Michael pulled back, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small lube container. He spread the lube onto his fingers, coating them entirely. Reaching forward he used his other hand to spread Victor further, before softly pressing at his entrance with a slick finger. Victor shivered violently and gasped out a few unintelligable words. Michael finally pressed his finger inside, pumping Victor's length with his other hand to distract him. Victor wasn't quite aware Michael was moving his finger until he pressed in a second one alongside it. In and out, in and out, until Victor could only focus on the feeling of something moving inside him. Michael pressed in a third finger and stretched, prodding his fingers as though searching for something.

"AH!" Victor cried out suddenly when a sharp bolt of pleasure rushed up his spine. "Wh-What did you just hah do?" He said looking down at Michael confused and embarrassed at himself.

"Nothing bad~" Michael said cheerily "Why? Afraid I'll do it again?"

"I don't s-see AH! Oh GOD....what are you doing hnnngh to ME?" Victor moaned out as the fingers hit that odd trigger they had found.

"I'll explain later" Michael answered before increasing the pace of his fingers causing Victor to shudder. His mind was going blank. Every time the fingers brushed that spot, he cried out, breathing getting more and more laboured. He was utterly helpless, rocking his hips up and down to help the fingers get deeper. Eventually he came, body twitching as he arched his back. His mind lost any semblance of thought and he moaned out unrestrainedly. As he came down from his orgasm he realized he was muttering Michael's name under his breath repeatedly. Michael smiled at him before pulling off his own pants, not wearing anything underneath them. "Wouldn't want that stretching to go to waste" Michael said lowly, and without much warning he pushed inside, causing Victor to immediatly cling to him, clawing at his back.

"My God...you alright Vick?" Michael said feeling a nail on his shoulder puncture the skin. Victor had not been planning this, so his nails were just as long as usual.

"Y-Yes" Victor said nodding weakly. This felt like nothing he'd ever felt before. He felt entirely full, heart still racing at a ridiculous rate. Michael stilled for a moment before beginning to pull out and then pushing back in. Victor gasped loudly, digging another nail into Michael's shoulder, eliciting a low grunt. Michael began thrusting at a low rate, slowly increasing his pace as Victor began letting out intelligible noises with every thrust. Then that spot was hit again and Victor cried out loudly. "There! R-Right there M-Michael, please!" Michael complied, aiming every thrust towards that spot and Victor's voice spiraled upwards. He clawed desperately at Michael's back as he moaned and called out. He was already close again he could feel it, mind hurtling towards that blank oblivion. Each thrust became fluid, in and out, bringing his mind to the peak. The bed shook slightly with every movement, and Michael began thrusting as hard as he could. Victor brought a leg up to wrap around Michael's waist as he was pressed into the bedsheets. His orgasm hit once more, much more potently than before. He dug his nails in firmly as a sound near a scream fell from his lips. Michael came soon after, with a low moan into Victor's ear that sounded entirely amazing. They lay there for a moment both gasping heavily before Michael pulled out slowly.

"N-now that wasn't so bad was it?" Michael panted, rather spent and he moved to lay next to Victor. Victor felt very much as though all of his bones were made of jelly, and didn't move much.

"I-I suppose not" he replied in a rather obvious understatement. He felt tired, which was another unusual feeling for him, he had not felt tired in ages. Michael pulled Victor into his chest and rubbed his back in an incredibly soothing way.

"Just rest, you need it" Michael said gently kissing the top of his head. "Love you." Victor flushed lightly at the statement.

"I-I...l" Victor bit his tongue for a moment before forcing the words out "love you too." Michael chuckled and nuzzled the top of Victor's head. After a moment of laying there, Victor felt his eyes droop, and he eventually fell into the first calm sleep he'd had in centuries. Michael watched him for a moment before shifting, and falling asleep himself.

Renegotiating Dreams 3

Turkey stared blankly. What? What did he just say? He was...interested in him? What was that supposed to mean? He didn't even have a chance to wrap his head around the question before Russia took a step towards him.

Russia didn't even really know what he was doing, as he leaned down and captured the Turk's lips in a short kiss. He pulled back suddenly, well he guessed that confirmed it. He definitely had a bit of a crush on Turkey. He needed to go research this a bit more. "Well I guess I shall be pursuing you from now on Sadiq~" He then exited through the open kitchen window, and walked off through the garden humming.

Turkey just stood there for a second before running over and slamming the window shut. What. The. Hell. What had that been? Russia had just kissed him and then walked out of his kitchen. Had he missed something? He did a quick recap in his head. Russia is sitting in his kitchen. He naturally asks Russia why he's there. Russia says he came to see him. He tells Russia he doesn't have time for kids messing with him because they think it's funny. Russia says he's not there because he thinks it's funny. He asks then why is he here? Russia says that he's interested in him, kisses him, says that he'll be pursuing him from now on, and then leaves through the damn window like a nutjob. Nope, he hadn't missed anything. Then where the hell had that come from? Was this the kid's idea of a joke? Turkey wouldn't be surprised. Should he just ignore it then? He guessed he couldn't do much else....wait a minute. Turkey froze. How did the creepy bastard know his human name?!

While Turkey was trying to get things straight in his head, Russia was heading for Germany's house. Normally Russia would not consider going to Germany for anything but, he hadn't seen those books in any library or store since. He knocked on the door briskly, and a voice inside yelled "Be right there!" Then there was a crash inside, causing Russia to stare at the door oddly. The door finally opened showing a slightly unkempt Germany, who quickly tried to straighten himself up as he opened the door. He stopped, a little shocked to find Russia standing on his doorstep.

"Ah Hello Germany I came to ask you something." Russia said simply.

"Erm Yes, ah Come in?" Germany said awkwardly holding the door open a little further. Russia walked inside, hands behind his back, looking a tad.....nervous? Germany shook his head, how did that make any sense? "So, what was it you wanted to ask Russia?" Germany said glancing over his shoulder quickly as if making sure no one was there.

Hm, Germany was oddly jumpy today. Russia wondered if he had interrupted something. "I came to ask, if I could borrow one or two books from your library."

Germany stared blankly. Russia wanted to borrow books from his library? He guessed that was fine, he couldn't really imagine what Russia would want in there though. "Ja, that's fine. I don't mind if you bo-" Germany was cut off by another loud crash from the kitchen. He turned quickly "Just go ahead and take whichever books you'd like!" Germany said before running back towards the kitchen.

Russia stared after Germany for a second before walking over to a pair of ornate double doors. He quickly pushed them open and stepped into Germany's library. It really was quite impressive how many books Germany had acquired over the years. He was looking for two specific ones however. He walked over to the shelves and began perusing.

Germany stared at the mess in the kitchen. This is what he got for allowing Italy to use his kitchen while Prussia was home. Prussia and Italy both stared at him up from the floor. "May I ask what you were doing?" Germany said sternly crossing his arms.

"Nothing West, Honest! I just had this idea for the best dessert ever!" Prussia said jumping up onto his feet.

"Ah, I'm sorry Doitsu" Italy said standing up looking a little wobbly "I really thought it would work..." Germany facepalmed. Italy was still calling him that? He thought the habit would eventually drop, but ever since Japan had said his name in Japanese one time. Italy had decided it was cute, and had never stopped. Germany decided to let it drop, he guessed it didn't really matter...

"Just....clean it up" He said walking back out into the front hallway to find Russia standing there, firmly holding two books.

"Ah, Germany, I found the books I was looking for. Thank you for allowing me to peruse your library." Russia said heading for the door.

" It was no....problem" Germany said slowing down a bit upon viewing the books Russia had sought. 'How To Tell The State of One's Emotions Towards Another' and 'How to Develop a Relationship'. Russia quickly opened the door and left the house no sooner than Germany had had a chance to read the titles. Well that was strange. Was Russia after someone? Germany could only pity the target. Another crash sounded from the kitchen, but he had more important things to worry about now.

Russia got home quickly and sat down in one of his sitting room chairs. He hoped these books would be helpful. He set them down on the sidetable and pulled up a footstool. 'How To Tell The State of One's Emotions Towards Another' seemed a likely first candidate. Russia opened the book and began to read.

Meanwhile Turkey was trying to push the entire event out of his head. He was having some difficulties however. It really wasn't easy to just forget someone kissing you, then jumping out of your window. He still couldn't figure out why Russia had done it either. Had he been serious? Was he really out to pursue him....romantically? Turkey shuddered, this didn't seem like it would end well if that was the case. How were you supposed to react to someone declaring their intentions like that out of the blue? And if that was in fact Russia's true intentions, how was he supposed to deal with it? He paused, he'd never had anyone pursue him romantically. He'd never even really attempted it himself. He had no idea what to expect. He found himself hoping that it had in fact just been a joke. After all, why would anyone bother with him of all people? Turkey tried to calm himself. Yeah, it had probably just been a joke....right?

Renegotiating dreams 2

Turkey felt uneasy, he could have sworn he was being watched. He turned around quickly, but there was nothing on the street but some guy with a briefcase walking in the opposite direction. Turkey scanned the street carefully but could see nothing. He turned back around and kept heading for home, blaming the feeling on mere paranoia. He walked up his driveway and stopped in front of his door. He fumbled around in his hoodie pocket for his keys, pulled them out, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Gosh he felt tired, that meeting had been boring, and it had been way more difficult than it should have been to get back home. He walked into his living room and slumped on the couch. It wasn't very long until he fell asleep, unaware of a pair of violet eyes observing him.

Russia hadn't had this much fun since he had stalked China back during World War Two. Although Turkey was a bit more....alert than China had been. There had been a point where Turkey had turned around suddenly, forcing Russia to dive behind a bush drawing an odd stare or two. But that was alright, Russia liked a challenge. He kept a bit more covert than he had been and followed Turkey at a distance. He watched as Turkey walked up to a Dark green house, opened the door with a key, and walked inside. Russia walked up to the house casually, taking his time to observe the house and its surroundings. When he got up to the door he noticed a mailbox next to it. There was an envelope sticking out slightly. Curious, Russia pulled out the envelope and looked at it. The recipient was listed as "Sadiq Adnan". Russia smiled slightly, well now he knew his human name. Pocketing the envelope Russia reached for the door handle. Feeling it turn easily he smirked, Turkey hadn't even bothered to lock it. Walking into the main hallway, Russia stopped to admire the house. It really was a interesting looking little place, although perhaps a bit messy. He walked a bit further in and noticed an opening to the left. It opened into a living room and there, resting on the couch, was Turkey. Russia walked into the living room and stopped in front of the couch. He almost chuckled, the guy was still wearing that mask. Russia wondered once again why he bothered wearing it. Well, he might as well satisfy his curiosity. He reached down slowly and tugged on the edge of the mask. Turkey shifted slightly causing Russia to pause. He decided to be a little more careful, pulling the mask off very slowly. There! He had it off. Russia stared down at Turkey's face expecting perhaps some sort of deformity. What met his eyes was quite the opposite. Turkey's face was actually quite.....good looking. Which confused Russia even further. Why wear the mask then? Russia just stayed there staring at Turkey for a while. Slightly tanned skin, a strong jawline, perfectly straight nose, Turkey had quite a few admirable qualities. Russia was almost stunned with himself at how attractive he was finding Turkey at the moment. Shaking his head suddenly he turned away. It was very strange, this was turning out to be more interesting than he would have first guessed. Returning the mask to its owner's face, Russia walked out to the kitchen and sat in a chair thinking hard. His heart was thumping slightly, well that was very interesting. He vaguely remembered reading something about a feeling similar to this. What was it called again? He rested his head on his head. A crush? Yes, that's what it was called he believed. He'd developed a crush on the medditeranean nation? "Well that was fast" Russia mused to himself. A crush huh? Now how to deal with this new set of circumstances.....

Turkey woke up slowly. Ouch, his back hurt. That's what he got for sleeping like that. He stood up slowly cracking his back. He was getting old, that sucked. Ah well he was hungry. He walked out into the kitchen and froze noticing someone sitting in one of the chairs. Russia....Russia was sitting in his kitchen, head on his hand, smiling at him. Turkey felt like he'd just walked into an episode of the twilight zone, and he definitely wasn't expecting what was coming next. "Greetings котенок, How are you this afternoon?"

Turkey stared at Russia for a minute, this was absolutely surreal. Why was he in his house? What did he just call him? "Why.....are you in my house?" Turkey managed to get out after much brain struggling.

"I wanted to see you!" Russia said still smiling cheerily. Unbeknownst to Turkey, Russia had decided that he gets what he wants, no matter how difficult the process.

Turkey was starting to get a little ticked however "Listen Brat, i'm tired and I don't have time for kids running around bothering me because they find it funny." Russia's eyes widened. Well, well, well, it seems as if Turkey was willing to stand up to him. That was quite a rarity. Russia admired the fact that he didn't seem frightened at all by him being in his kitchen, just agitated.

Russia giggled slightly, causing Turkey to falter a bit "But I didn't come here because I find this funny~." Ok that was a slight lie, he had at first. But now he was trying to get Turkey's attention. He had no real idea what he was doing anymore. He supposed America would call it 'winging it'. He wasn't sure how to deal with a crush at all. So he just smiled tilting his head slightly.

Turkey crossed his arms. "Oh, then why are you here?" Russia stood up and crossed the kitchen to stand in front of Turkey still smiling. Turkey had to stop himself from taking a step back. Dang, Russia was tall Turkey thought looking up at the Northern nation.

"I am here, because I am interested in you"

Renegotiating Dreams Chapter One

    Russia drummed his fingers on the meeting table impatiently. The meeting still had not started due to several nations still being missing. Among them were America, England, and Turkey. No sooner had Russia listed off the missing nations in his head, that the meeting doors burst open.

"Ahaha! The hero has arrived" A loud obnoxious voice called from the doorway.

   "Shut up you obnoxious Git!" called a second voice. Russia tilted his head to look at the doorway. There stood a positively beaming America, and right behind him, a rather irate looking England with his arms crossed. England walked over to Germany and apologized for their lateness, mentioning something about abominable driving skills. America simply kept grinning and went to sit down.

   "Well that's everyone accounted for except for Turkey....." Germany began walking to the front of the meeting table. "... And if no one has seen him?" He said gazing around the table prompting several headshakes and shrugs from the gathered nations. " Then I guess we will have to start without him." Germany reached for his briefcase to begin when a loud voice made him stop.

   "Hey, Hey, Hey Don't go starting without me!" Russia turned his head curiously, and crawling in through the window was a masked man in a green hoodie.

    "Oh right, Turkey," Russia thought to himself. He hadn't had that much contact with the Nation's representative himself since World War One, but He knew that his Boss and Turkey's boss were trying to keep things peaceful. He'd only ever really viewed the nation as an annoying obstacle to him getting a warm water port. Ah, It seemed at times as if the whole world was against his dream of living in a warm place. He snapped the pencil he was holding. No, it really wasn't fair at all.

    Lithuania was leaning as far away from Russia as he could. "Just my luck" he thought. "First I get seated next to Russia and now something has set him off." He couldn't really lean away any further without falling out of his seat but Russia had just snapped his pencil and was now smiling rather eerily. Lithuania wasn't sure what had caused it, but now Russia was in a foul mood, and there was still an empty seat next to the intimidating northern nation. Lithuania pitied Turkey, it was the only seat left.

   Turkey was in a bit of a foul mood, stupid taxi driver didn't want to drive him all the way to the meeting place, and then somebody had locked the front door behind them. He had to crawl in through the window like a burgler or something, and now the only seat left open was next to Russia. Brilliant, He knew his boss wanted him to keep things amicable between them, but the creepy bastard had only ever attacked him or been just generally a jerk in the past. He never could get what was up with the kid, whenever they were fighting he would seem so desperate. There was no real reason for him to be that desperate, his country wasn't in danger, so it must've been for something that Russia himself wanted. Turkey sat down warily in the seat next to Russia as Germany began presenting. Hopefully the guy would keep to himself.

   Russia glanced at Turkey as the hooded man sat down next to him. He was still wearing that ridiculous mask. "Just another obstacle...." Thought Russia. Although now he wasn't, no one was an obstacle anymore. Russia's dream probably would never be realized, he had already pretty much accepted that. He looked at Turkey again, So his boss wanted him to keep relations steady with this guy huh? He guessed it didn't really matter, it was pointless getting upset about past events. He drummed his fingers on the table, after all he could be a good way to kill boredom. He looked at Turkey again wondering vaguely what was the point of the mask. Yes, a very good way to kill boredom.

    Sitting next to Russia tended to give one a creepy and forboding feeling. Turkey tried to focus on Germany's report about Europe's declining economy, but unfortunately it was rather boring and most of the nations were either nodding off or bothering their neighbors. Although now he had gotten himself curious about the reason Russia had seemed so serious in their fights. It wasn't like most of his other fights with European nations, where Turkey could just enjoy the fight. The northern nation would hardly ever say a word in reply to his taunts which, from what he had heard from others who had fought Russia, this was unusual. He glanced at Russia for a second only to regret it as they made eye contact. Russia just smiled creepily at him and looked back up to the head of the table. Turkey blinked once or twice, well that was weird.

   Russia stood up at the end of the meeting. It had gone rather slowly as Germany had dragged on for quite a while. He walked out into the hallway and noticed Turkey was right behind him. Well, he had been getting bored of following Lithuania, Estonia, and Latvia around, and China just wasn't as much fun to stalk now as he used to be. Perhaps Turkey could be a good target. He turned around "So Turkey, did you find the meeting to be productive?"

   He hadn't been expecting that. Russia had apparently just decided to talk to him out of the blue. Not only that, he had asked him a question. "Hm? Yeah, though I kinda felt like my ears were gonna fall off." He replied quickly. Russia giggled, well if that wasn't the creepiest sound he'd ever heard, he didn't know what was.

   "Da, Germany can tend to get a bit lengthy with his speech, it sometimes gets.....annoying" The Russian responded. Turkey stared at him for a second, maybe it was the fact that he was talking to him at all, maybe it was how much the last part of that sentence had sounded like a threat, but Turkey was not sure how to respond.

   So instead he just shrugged and said "Yeah, whatever, most meetings either end up really dull or turn into a madhouse."

   Ah He'd confused him, Russia felt almost smug. He nodded at Turkey still smiling and walked away. It was fun having a new target to bother. Turkey had always sort of intrigued him, so he was looking forward to later, when Turkey would be unawares and Russia could do what he did best. Turkey was slightly confused but shrugged off the incident. He was looking forward to going home, it'd been a weird morning.