China was walking leisurely down the hallway of the vast mansion. Like everything else in Russia, the mansion was immense- the hallways seem unending, the doors branched off into different parts of the house. It took him many visits and careful memorization before he could stroll down alone Russia's massive home without losing his way.
In some sense or another, this had almost become his second home. Whenever he came to visit, none of the guards stopped him from entering; the maids greeted and curtsied. To be acknowledged and recognized as a 'special' friend of their nation, it was…a queer feeling.
It wasn't as if he and Russia made it their goal to keep their relationship a secret. There really was no point in denying it. However, even with the world labeling them as a couple, the couple themselves never openly admitted their feelings to one another. There were no exclamations of 'I love you' or undying vows of eternity. What they had was much simpler than that: a brushing of hands, a secret smile shared during a meeting. A quiet romance.
"It was much better this way", China thought. They made no promises. They weren't under any obligations to solely belong to one another. China finally reached Russia's office, his hand poised to knock. Still, even if they didn't bind each other with pointless words and treaties, they had a silent trust.
A muffled moan drifted to China's ear through the thick, wooden door.
China paused. A…moan? W-what was Russia doing in there? He pressed his ear against the door. It wasn't good manners to eavesdrop- he knew that- but he was just making sure he wasn't…interrupting anything.
Plastered against the door, China heard the sounds of someone giggling. The Chinese swore under his breath. It was very similar to the type of giggle Russia made when he was teasing someone…and that someone right now wasn't China.
He ground his teeth in irritation when a string of groans and moans quickly followed the lyrical giggle. They may not brazenly call each other lovers, but that didn't mean Russia was allowed to cheat on him behind his back!
All previous thoughts of trusting each other, of knowing they loved one another without words, flew out of China's head. If Russia thought he could two time him, he had another thing coming! He burst through the door, ready to spill some Russian blood- his dragon claws already unsheathed.
"Do you mind?" Belarus said calmly to the indignant Chinese as she continued to pour candle wax onto the bound and gagged Russia's bare chest, "Brother and I are still playing."
"Wha…I…I…," China could only stutter. He had fully expected to catch Russia sexing up someone on his desk. What he didn't expect was Belarus straddling a poor, helpless Russia. Not only was he gagged with his hands tied behind his back, she had torn open his shirt and placed a collar and leash around his neck. Another drip of wax fell on his chest. What China had mistaken for moans of pleasure was actually screams of pain muffled by the gag. Seemed like Belarus bought the wrong kind of candle.
"China, lock the door on your way out," Belarus commanded the older nation, "I don't want another interruption between Brother and me."
"Ah…y-yes aru," China blindly replied, his mind still stunned.
Russia struggled, his yells of protest intelligible through the gag. The female pulled on his leash, choking him. "Hush now, Brother. We'll play a little more after China leaves, alright?"
Uncomfortable and hesitant, China turned to look behind him one last time. He glanced at Russia and saw teary violet eyes pleading for him not to go, to save him from his demonic sister.
"Um…Belarus, I'm not sure if Ivan wants to…play with you aru," China dared venture to say.
"Shut up, drag queen. What happens between Brother and me is none of your business!"
Smiling tightly, China felt his vein pop at the words 'drag queen'. "Excuse me aru…what did you call me?"
"Didn't you hear me, faggot? I guess other than being a sissy boy, you have bad hearing too huh? Maybe instead of wasting money on all those kitty toys, you should buy yourself a hearing aid."
Still smiling, China closed the door behind him. He cracked his knuckles as he walked towards Belarus. It was against his morals to hit woman, but Belarus crossed the line.
30 minutes later and many bruises, flying knives, and broken furniture, China finally emerged victorious.
"And stay like that aru!" China huffed and puffed as he made the final knot to the ropes tying a still voracious Belarus.
"I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll stab you when you're sleeping, you-" China threw her into the closet and slammed the door shut; her blood thirsty threats turned into mere annoying buzzes.
Once he disposed the psycho Belarusian, China hurried over to Russia. After deftly untying the ropes, he delicately removed the hardened wax from the pale chest. China's eyes burned with worry over the multiple red splotches the candle caused. He would have walloped Belarus two more times if he saw this earlier.
"Are you okay aru?" China asked, his hands hovering over Russia's torso.
Instead of answering, Russia just enveloped China in a tight hug, his head buried into the crook of the older nation's neck. Feeling Russia tremble, China hugged him back tighter. He understood how it was to have a crazy sibling lusting after you. Korea was one thing, but Russia must have it worse.
China was humming a soft lullaby- his hand rubbing the Russian's back in a soothing manner- when he felt his pants loosening. He yelped in surprise as a cold hand suddenly cupped him.
"Wha-what are you doing aru?" China cried out even though his lower half responded quite readily.
"Isn't this what suppose to happen next?" Russia asked innocently, eliciting a moan from the Chinese, "The hero saves the damsel in distress so now they live happily ever after?"
"Tha-that's not how…Ah!"
Russia pushed him to the ground. "Don't worry, my Prince Charming. I'll make sure that you're amply rewarded da?"
After his hips went out of commission for a week, China promised to never save Russia again.