at *him*? Oh well. He was going to stop that. He didn't know where this sudden urge came from, or why he was accepting it so easily, but_

oddly enough, he felt at peace. He was going to make things right. He knocked on Russia's door, a small smile lighting his face.

had been reading some documents in the sitting room when he heard someone at the door. He took his glasses off and set the work aside before

standing and going to check who it was. It was pretty late in the day so Ivan wondered who it could have been. He got to the door and upon

opening it he was shocked to see Latvia. The boy looked a little strange, something was off and made Russia worry if something had happened.

The boy WAS visiting him on his own free will. That was strange enough. "Oh little one. It is a surprise to see you,da? Is something wrong?"

walked into Russia's home, not even bothering to wait to be invited in. "H-Hi R-R-Russia." Don't make him think anything is wrong. Not yet._

Best to get him unaware. Keep the gun tucked into your belt hidden away. "D-Do you have a-any f-f-flour? I r-ran out." Get him to turn his_

back? Hopefully. "I n-need s-s-some f-for the b-bread I w-was g-g-going t-to b-bake."

smiled, at least nothing seemed to be wrong. He was glad. "Da~ I will get it for you." he replied, turning to head to the kitchen after

closing the front door. He breifly thought that Latvia coming in suddenly was a little strange but the boy had always been blunt, to the

point of stupidity even, so it was fine. As he headed towards the kitchen he called over his shoulder,"What kind of bread will are

you making little one?"

simply smiled wider once Russia had his back turned. He was going to be able to do this. Pulling out the gun he had stashed, "Ivan Bread."_

He stated simply, taking a warning shot--right into the back of his left knee. He didn't want his Ivan running away on him._

Or fighting back, for that matter. He knew he was easily overpowered. "You know what?" He said, keeping the gun pointed at Russia as he_

made his way around to stand in front of him. "I'm tired of all this crap." He had a strange look in his eyes, crazed yet completely_

serene. He didn't know what he was even doing at this point, but whatever it was: it felt good. He didn't want to stop for anything.

heard more then felt the shot. The world suddenly tilted as his knee gave out under the shot. It wasnt until he hit the ground and the

pain set in that he even began realizing what had happened. "AAUGH!" he screamed in shock and agony, blood already pooling from the wound.

The Russian reached down to feel the damage, mind reeling. Latvia just shot him. The little Latvia just frikin SHOT him. Ivan looked up when

Latvia spoke and met his eyes, noting the lack of stutter and strange darkness to them. The reminded him of his own when he snapped. The

Russian was too shocked at the moment for anger to set in. But that began changing as he bagan accepting what had happened.

crouched down to bring his face level with Russia's. The gun was now aimed at the large nation's chest, right at the heart. "Ivan..." He_

said, suddenly looking sad. "Why don't you ever look at me?" He pressed the gun against Russia's chest, "Am I not good enough?" He was_

pushing with force now, but he make sure to keep his finger from pulling the trigger. "Or is it..." He twisted the gun, still steadily_

increasing the pressure. "Or is it because you love him? Hmm?"

glanced down at the gun before looking back up to meet latvia's gaze, his eyes narrowing. The tall nation could feel the gun digging into

his skin and it made him shiver, the feeling starting to awaken those emotions and thoughts he had been having trouble repressing lately._

grit his teeth, knowing that just a slight twitch of the Latvian's finger could blow his heart and lung to shreds. Ivan forced himself to

stay calm and not lash out at the other, a surprisingly hard thing to do. The words Latvia spoke finally sunk in and made his eyes widen

again. Was he talking about America? Wait....what did he mean by look at him? Ivan swallowed. "Littl-....nyet Latvia...what are you

talking about. I am looking at you right now,da?" he replied, trying to think a way to get the gun from the other.

instantly darkened. He lifted the gun from Russia's chest only to harshly bludgeon the side of Russia's head with it. "Stop lying." He_

growled, knowing he didn't use nearly enough force to knock his prey out. "I hate it when people lie to me." With that, he leaned in close_

to kiss Russia forcefully. Deep inside his mind, there was a tiny part of him still sane. It was screaming that he was an idiot, that_

Russia was going to kill him. That he needed to stop, this wasn't the way to get someone's love. "Shut up!" He yelled, hitting Russia with_

his pistol once again, only in the chest instead of on the head. He didn't want to knock Russia out. That would be bad.

gasped in pain as his head whiplashed to the side. He grit his teeth, tasting blood. Just as he looked back up at Latvia he was kissed,

he shock of it made his brain go blank. Latvia was kissing him!? Ivan had been in many strange situations, but never something like this.

The Russian shook his head a little to try and clear it after the Latvian pulled away, but before he could speak a harsh blow to his

chest made him double over coughing. The little nation was ALOT stronger than he looked. "-cough cough- L-Latvia...-cough- gah...haah..I..

-coughhack- I am not lying. Y-you need -spits blood to the side- you need to stop,da?" he barely got out, feeling like one of his

ribs might even have been cracked or bruised. Ivan glared up at latvia, barely keeping his other self at bay. If this continued he was going

to snap. When he snapped it was like another person took over. The other person being his Societ self from the past.

tilted his head to the side, as if he didn't understand what Russia was saying. "Stop? Why would I stop? I can't make you understand if I_

stop."

felt a shiver down his spine. He never thought he would EVER be afraid of Latvia but apparently it had happened. He tried to think,

there had to be something that he could do to get that gun away from the Latvian. He tried moving his leg, only to gasp in pain. His

whole knee was blown out. Well that ruled out running away. Ivan pushed himself up more, watching Latvia and trying to ignore the scent

and taste of blood around him. It was hard, he wanted to just slip away and let his other self take over. He could even feel those voilent

thoughts tickling at the back of his mind, trying to push him aside and take over. Russia growled a bit. "What you are doing is not the

right way to make me understand....we should just calm down and talk,da? Try putting the gun away little one." If the gun was away, even if

injured, Ivan had a chance.

simply smiled at Russia. "If I put the gun away, then I am going to get hurt. I'm not stupid, Ivan."

(ENTER BUTTON. GAH)

stood once more, pointing the gun at Russia's head this time. "Do you think I'm stupid?" he enquired, stroking the side of Russia's face_

with the barrel of the gun, a thoughtful expression on his face. Was Russia the only one who thought him stupid? He would have to fix that._

Go out when he was done here, get back at everyone else. At Toris, and Natalia, and most of all, at Alfred. Oh yes, he was going to hurt_

Alfred for stealing his love away.

frowned, knoing this was bad. He noticed Latvia's eyes flash and suddenly had a forboding feeling. He didnt know what was going to happen

or what the small nation was thinking but Ivan guessed it wasnt sunshine and butterflies. The nation was feeling himself get excited though,

the blood and pain, along with that look in Latvia's eyes, it all made him want to lash out. He felt himself slipping, not good. "I do not

think you are stupid Little one....you cannot blame a person for trying,da?" he smiled, leaning into the stroking gun. The part of him that

trying to surpress was winning, and it *liked* this side of Latvia, very much.

withdrew the stroking gun, although he did keep close to the larger's face. Only a couple inches away, actually. "Try what? Try to get me_

to back off, tail between my legs like usual?" His finger was twitching on the trigger. "I'm not going to do that." He stated bluntly, eyes_

frank for once. "Although..." he mused, "If I pulled the trigger, wouldn't you always look at me? You would be able to gaze at me, and only_

me, forever and ever and ever.... Wouldn't that be nice Ivan?"

shivered again, licking the blood from his lips. "That wouldnt be very nice Latvia...we could no longer be together,da?" he purred back,

mind already switching without him noticing. Ivan's eyes naroowed, turning a dark vicious purple. He grinned up at Latvia. His leg was

feeling a bit numb now, loosing blood at a lazy dribble, but he didnt mind. He would just have to get Latvia back later, it was only fair~

gently tapped Russia's nose with the pistol, once again crouching in front of him. "Quite the contrary, we'd always be together. You'd just_

be a little bit quieter than usual." Using his free hand, he gently swiped a couple fingers across Russia's mangled knee. He stared at the_

blood for a moment, the hand holding the gun now resting on Russia's shoulder, poised at the larger one's neck. He look a tentative lick._

"...It tastes good." He mumbled, sticking the fingers into his mouth and sucking off all the blood before going back for more.

had grunted in pain as those fingers ran over his wound, the pain prickling up his thigh to his spine. The tall nation watched Latvia taste

his blood and couldnt help licking his lips as well. He never knew the little one could be so....dark. Ivan purred and moved to lick a bit

of blood off of the Latvian's cheek. "But we could not talk...or play~ if you did that,da?" he giggled, eyes flashing. He would rather be

the one with the gun but that didnt mean he didnt like being played with as well. There was a reason he liked to fight, asides from seeing

the blood from others and hearing their screams. He liked a little pain now and then as well. Russia's eyes had by now completly changed, no

part of him looked innocent at all, his whole self seeming different from the change.

dug his fingers into the wound, both wanting to see Russia in pain and wanting to taste his blood again. "Play? Whoever said I was_

playing?" He asked, pulling his fingers out from the wound to suck on them once again. He smiled around the appendages in his mouth,_

noticing the change in Russia. He then took his fingers and smeared whatever remained of the blood onto Russia's cheek in a mock caress._

"I can't say I'm not having fun, though."

cried out in pain, almost doubling over again. "GRAAUh!..h-haah...aah...s-so rough...da?" he licked his lipsleaning into the other's touch.

he was docile now, but if the other stopped pointing that gun for even a moment he was going to get him. His eyes roamed Latvia as he

watched the nation enjoying his blood. Ivan's face was a bit pale from the pain and blood loss but his eyes were still sharp and focused.

The nation glanced down at the gun, wondering how he could make it vanish.

stood back up, grinning. Hearing Russia cry out in pain was like music to his ears. Now he wanted to hear him beg for his life. The gun was_

pointing right between Russia's eyes. "No matter what I do, I know you'll still look at Alfred. We can't have that, now can we?" A maniacal_

giggle escaped his lips, his trigger finger twitching. He wanted to hear Russia's last words before he pulled the trigger, after all. Maybe_

even denounce that piggish bastard.

looked up the barrel of the gun that was about to end his life. His eyes trailing along to Latvia's gaze. Ivan smiled, not his normal smile,

but more of a honest one. He leaned up to lick the gun, keeping his eyes on Latvia's as he ran his tongue along the cool metal. "Seeing you

like this....makes me sad that I did not see this side of you sooner. My Raivis is delicious,da?" he purred, a hand reaching up to pull the

gun closer o he could take the tip of the barrel into his mouth, soft sucking sounds could be heard. Russia's eyes never left Latvia's.

stared right back into Russia's eyes, a blush steadily spreading onto his face. It was now or never. His finger finally pulled the trigger_

resulting in a loud *click*. Latvia blinked. "W-What... Why didn't it..." He dropped the weapon, even while it was still in Russia's mouth._

The sound... Russia's weird thing... Did he come here in vain, with only one bullet? He didn't realize that there was only one left. And_

he knew that for that, he was probably doomed. Oh well. At least he though he got his point across. Maybe Russia really wouldn't look at_

Alfred anymore.

had closed his eyes and waited for pain when he saw the trigger pulled. But the loud click that followed wasnt painful at all. The nation

sat up straighter and pulled the gun from his mouth, feeling the weight. Seems like Latvia had been a little unprepared. The Russian looked

back up at Latvia, the smile from before taking over his face again. Instead of grabbing Latvia, beating him senseless or stretching him

him till he was ripped in half, the cold nation brought the barrel back up to his lips, pink tongue slipping out to trace along the gun's

length before settling around the tip. Ivan's eyes were promising dark and dangerous things as he took the barrel back into his mouth,

sliding the length in a bit before sliding it back out, in slow easy thrusts as he sucked loudly. THe lewd sound echoing through the room.

forgot his previous fear, setting himself on Russia's lap with blatant disregard for the pressure he was surely putting on the injured_

knee. "You sure you want to do that?" He asked, reaching around to lick away any blood that was still on Russia's face. Soon enough, he_

changed positions, moving so he was stradling his dear friend.

pulled the gun from his mouth with a wet pop. "Mnn~ Would you rather me stop? Because I promise you I am going to punish you when I do~" he

cooed, shivering a bit as his wound stung in a pleasing way.

(*thinks we might want to change to a private plruk...dont want to get in trouble* =w= )

(Okie doke. You wanna make it? I made this one.)

(sure)