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England laughed a little, "Yes, if only...." He trailed off looking a little somber for a minute, remembering a little bit of America's teenage years before shaking his head and smiling again, "Yeah, they do, but they aren't authentic. Though I'm sure he'd look good whether they were authentic or not..." England laughed again, "Maybe we should throw a Halloween party? He could come as a cowboy. What would you come as?"

Russia really had never though of it. He had no such celebration in his life until meeting America and Brittan. "I honesty dont know..." He paused "What do you think I should go as?" Russia asked inquisitively. "IT sounds like fun to see America dress like that..." Russia said, trying to sound so pervy saing that.

England laughed again, nodding, "How about his horse?" He winked, "Then he could ride you." He laughed again, in an oddly good mood despite being so unsure just a little while ago. "I think it's a a fetish of his anyhow. And you have to admit, it'd be rather sexy. He could be your cowboy."

Russia hated himself for thinking about it. "Maybe I could try a Halloween this year?" Russai said.He didnt stop himself from admitting "A fetish? mmm...." Russia said a bit hungry again. In both ways. "Are you wanting food? "He asked, praying the brit didnt offer to cook himself.

England nodded, "Yeah, I suppose I am... Do you mind making something though? I know America doesn't like my cooking and if he wakes up, I know he'll be hungry..." England glanced over at Russia, "So, you're going to try Halloween this year? Seriously, you could go as Super man or something... America would probably jump you before the night was over..."

russia giggled at all the things that would make America jump on him like a mc Donalds. He went to the kitchen, looking in the cabets for beef several vegetables and a large thing of vodka. "I hope that America and you both like stew?" He asked, Russian stew being lot diff rent from English or America stew.

"Yeah, of course." England nodded in approval, "And I happen to know America loves it... maybe not as much as burgers, but I know he loves it." England asked, "Is there anything you want me to help with? I could cut the vegetables." England peered at him with curious green eyes.

Russia smiled and nodded at England. Russia pushed up his sleeves, still having his coat stolen by the sleeping America. Russia putted a pot out, and eventually, chunks of meat in broth was mixing. He grabbed the bottle of vodka and poured a huge amount in. Looking at enlgand for aprove afteer he poured it in.

England chopped vegetables, though keeping an eye on what Russia what doing too, just in case the other should need something else. He laughed a bit when he saw how much vodka Russia had poured in, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to get America and I drunk. You know I'm a lightweight." England gave him a happy, sincere smile. However, he had been distracted too long and his hand slipped as he cut himself with the knife. "Dammit!"

Russia giggled sweetly. He picked up England's hand. Putting the cut finger in to his mouth and lightly sucking the blood of of his hand. He took the hand out of his mouth and set it back on the counter, smirking as he looked at the food, all with out saying a word.
((I LOL at my self "mak america jump on you like a mc donalds X)

England murmured a quiet, "Thank you." A small smile played on his full, pink lips. He looked over at Russia and said a little more loudly, "So. You never did deny trying to get America and me drunk." He smirked over at Russia with a playful glare. He handed him the cut vegetables after he'd finished so Russia could mix them in to the stew, "It smells great love." He added.

Russia smiled at the use of the UN-Russian term 'love'. "Well, that first night, I did try to get America drunk...but you? not yet..." Russia said almost grinning. "You better keep your gard up, my sunfolwer..." Russia said jokingly before sliding the vegetables in to the pot. He wouldnt admit the America and the holoween part was still on his mind.

England grinned, "Mmm hmm. Just try love. You think I don't know what alcohol tastes like? I was a pirate once... I practically lived on rum." He laughed and glanced over at him, noticing his mind was elsewhere. "You know..." He said with a smile, "America isn't opposed to role playing during sex. It really turns him on, if I remember a certain (unwanted) conversation between he and I... I'm sure he wouldn't mind dressing up for you."

Russia witched at the though of America doing soviet role-play. Russia turned the heat on on the stove and glanced at England. "Stop trying to tease me...." He said with a small smirk. Russia blushed more and more as his though got dirty-er and dirty-er. He slapped himself out of it. What was he,!12? Russia though notic he was making himself 1/2 hard

"Mmm..." England hummed knowingly, "It's not teasing if it's true." England moved towards him, swaying his hips slightly and cupping Russia's semi-hard cock through his pants, "Russia~.." He purred, "What's this?~~" He rested his other hand on Russia's chest.

Russia froze at the feeling of England groping him. Russia turned away, a deep pink on his face. "Its nothing, I told you, don't tease me...." Russia said now totally Embarrassed. Turing away from brittan slightly. Watching the top of stew. Boil and cook.

England's smirk softened into a smile and he wrapped his arms around Russia's waist from behind, "Russia, I'm really not trying to tease. You said earlier that you loved me... I'm just showing affection, love." He nuzzled his face into Russia's back, breathing in his scent and smiling wider, "I could get used to this relationship. You, me and America..."

Russia stood still and let the other put his face in his neck. He stopped when he heard the last part. "What do you mean by that?" Russia asked. Turing around to look brittan in the eyes, (witch took him leaning down) "What?" Russia made an innocent look

England looks a bit surprised, "I mean... you, America and I... and our relationship. I could get used to it. The whole situation seemed a little odd to me before, but I don't mind it. You're... you're a good boyfriend Russia." England blushed and looked away before slowly looking back up at him, green eyes unsure.

Russia leaned in to the Brit, giving him a long and deep kiss before pulling away and turning back to his stew, Only letting his blush grow one he looked away from England. Stirling the stew and tasting it.not tasing any vodka, (or at lease Russia didnt tase any)

"D-do you need help with anything?" The Brit asked, flushed and flustered from the kiss. "I, um, don't have anything else to do." He looked away, suddenly feeling his heart beating harder in his chest. He patiently waited for the Russian man to say something.

"No, you can go watch the movie or just stand here with me if you would want..." Russia said, now having gotten rid of the strong blush on his face. He turned of the heat on the stove, and poured a huge helping for himself,looking at America, still asleep. He sighed and walked over and gave brittan a bowl. "Eat, you haven't eaten in a long time....." Russia said, not noticing the brit,

"Ah, yeah." England gave a shaky smile, feeling odd. He shook it off and began eating, "This is... really good Russia." He smiled up at the man, who was looking at America. The Englishman looked down and sighed. He continued eating.

Russia heard him sigh and sat next to Britan and ate the entire bowl. He noticed how sad brittan looked. He leaned over a bit, "What is wrong brittan?" He asked softly. Drinking a bit of the broth. He brushe da few strands of hair out of the brits eyes, doing the same thing he did with America.

"Mmm?" England looked up, "Oh, it's nothing love." He gave a sad smile. He continued eating the stew, "This really is good though..." He looked away, trying to change the subject. A small blush blossomed across his cheeks when he felt Russia's hand brush his hair away.