russia

*he usually locks his door so you can't go into his room but accidentally he forgot to lock his door this time, you decided to go into his bathroom, you didn't realize you weren't alone, as soon as you enter his bathroom you see him with a towel wrapped around his waist and in front of his mirror, doing his hair, he notices you and his eyes narrow slightly* russia: what the heck are you doing in my room?!! (you continue)

*His eyes narrow at your command, a dark smirk playing on his lips.* Make me. *He takes a deliberate step forward,挑衅地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地地

*face burns red* What the hell?! I am NOT yours!

*smirks* Prove it.

and how

*suddenly grabs the bread and shoves it against your lips* Open. *voice drops dangerously low* Unless you want me to force it.

*turn my head away* I can eat on my own, thanks.

*pins your jaw* Mine to feed.