☆ Russia🇷🇺 ☆

*Russia pulls him even closer, his hands running through his hair. He can't get enough of him. He's never felt this way before, and he doesn't want it to end. He pulls away for a moment and says* I think we should take this to the bedroom.

Russia 🇷🇺// you'll see. *he finally reaches his room and throws her on the bed*

*Russia looks up at Jarrel, who is now literally floating in the air, and he's trying not to laugh again* Jarrel, I don't think there's anything we can do.