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Won't You Die Tonight For Love?	By : BVB.HIMisMIW Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > HIM Views: 1760 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know anyone from HIM, Jukka, or Jarppi, or own Viva La Bam and/or make any money off this FANFICTION. It's a complete work of FICTION. IT'S NOT REAL.

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•Ana's Point of View•
I was shaken awake. I groaned and batted away the person's hand. "Ten more minutes…" I groaned while trying to fall back asleep.
"I would love to let you sleep some more, sweetheart, but we've just landed in Moscow," a deep voice crooned in my ear. I groaned softly.
"She won't wake up…" I heard someone tell the first voice. "She's like this whenever we come home. You'll have to carry her." Arms slipped around my shoulders and under my knees before picking me up. Moaning softly I snuggled up against the person. The person was so warm… Said person just chuckled as they carried me. "Papa Boris! Mama Irina!" the voice yelled happily.
"Is Anya still asleep, Jen?" a fairly deep, slightly heavy accented, feminine voice asked.
"Very much so, Mama Irina. But I don't think she's in a deep enough sleep to not hear what we're saying…" I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes.
"Well now, it seems like sleeping beauty is waking up. Any dreams about me, sweetheart?" asked the first voice from before. I opened my eyes to see the smiling face of Ville Valo looking down at me. My face flushed quickly as my eyes widen. Soon I felt my feet being placed on the icy, snow covered, ground.
"Getting a little comfy with our Finnish friend weren't you Ana?" teased Sevens. I turned and glared at her.
"Zaversheniyeebatʹ do Semerki. V protivnom sluchae ya mog by poluchitʹ nasiliya." (Shut the fuck up Sevens. Otherwise I might get violent.) I threatened.
"Ana! Sledite za tem, yazyk vash molodoĭ ledi." (Ana! Watch that tongue of yours young lady.) came my mother's voice. I lowered my head slightly as I looked down at the snow.
"Mne zhalʹ Materi." (I'm sorry Mother.)
"She's a grown woman now, Irina love; let her say what she wants." My father chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Mum's shoulders. "After all she gets the foul language from you, so don't be hypocritical." Papa chided her.
As a response he got back handed in the stomach. "I'd watch what you say, Boris dear, after all I am the one who cooks all your meals…" she warned him darkly. I covered my eyes just as Papa pinched Mum's bum.
"Oh, I know. But there is one meal of yours that I love that you don't cook."
"I AM SO NOT HEARING THIS!" I shouted, hiding my face into a hard chest while covering my ears. "I'm not hearing this… nope no sir. I'm not hearing this!" I chanted over and over. Laughter was heard right before something cold was thrown at the back of my neck. I whipped around to see a laughing Bam holding up another snowball. "BRANDON COLE MARGERA, I AM SO FUCKING GOING TO KILL YOU!" I shouted, chasing after the blue eyed brunette.
"H-Hey! Stop! What the fuck? Crazy woman! Stop! OW! That fucking hurt bitch!" Bam screamed as I tackled him to the ground and started shoving snow into his clothes while punching him in the side a few times.
"That's what you get Brandon Cole Margera." I stated simply.
Bam glared hard up at me. "Don't call me that!" he flipped us both so now I was on bottom with Bam shoving snow down the front of my leather trousers and panties. I screamed loudly and jerked up and away from his hands. Bam was then tackled off me and sitting proudly on top of him was a smirking Jen.
"Need a hand, sweetheart?" asked Ville a second later, holding a hand out for me to take. I grabbed it and he hauled me up on my feet. With his help I cleaned off the snow that covered my body. "Where did he get you that made you scream so loud?" he asked, looking me over once.
"He shoved a fistful of snow down my trousers and knickers!"
"Did he now?"
"Sure did! The carpet matches the drapes!" shouted a smug Bam Margera. Jen laughed loudly and punched the prankster in the shoulder before getting off of him. Papa was frowning.
"I'd shut up if I were you…" I hissed at the American male. "Papa looks ready to kill you. And he can with his own bare hands…" I stated simply, nodding over to the frowning 6'5" Russian male. Bam swallowed hard as he slowly got up.
Mum doubled over and started laughing. "I like this American man. Can we keep him Boris?" she joked as her eyes twinkled while looking at Papa.
"One American is enough, don't you think Irina?"
"You'll have to put up with both of us Americans if Jen pops out any of Bam's future kids." Jay stated while grinning widely.
"Thank you, Jessica. Now I feel very old…" Papa sighed. I giggled softly into my hand. "Can we not talk about babies right now? I think I'm about to have a heart attack…" he mumbled softly. "Come, I would like to get out of this cold weather…" he hunched his shoulders as we continued to follow after him.
"Papa, how are all of us going –" I was cut off seeing the huge army truck sitting out by the road. "Papa…" I whispered in awe.
"Are we really riding in that?" asked Raab, stunned.
"Something wrong with it, malʹchik?" (boy?) growled Papa. Raab quickly shook his head.
"N-No sir!" he shouted.
"Thought so…" soon we all piled into the truck. "We'll take these three," he gestured to Bam's parents and Uncle, "to a hotel before going to our home where the girls," he gestured to Sevens, Jay, Cary, and Amy, "can drop off their stuff and warm up real quick before splitting you boys up to see which of my rebenka devushki you'll be staying with." (Baby girls) Papa stated.
"We're not staying in a hotel?" asked Novak. We all shook our heads.
"No. We mostly see no real point with you seeing as you're about our age. Also it'd allow us to do what we wished without being yelled at." Jen explained.
"Why do the girls stay with your parents', sweetheart?" asked Ville as he looked over at me.
"The whole, If they break anything in my house I'd kick them out, reason." I explained nonchalantly with a simple shrug of my shoulders. "Also they love staying with Mum and Papa…" the army truck stopped and Bam's parents and uncle got out.
"Dammit Bam, you and your fucked up friends had ta bring us all the way from Miami to Russia… now I won't be able to see breasts…" complained Don Vito.
"If ya keep on complaining fatty, then I won't ask these hot Russian babes to show us around to the bars and everything!" Bam stated smoothly as he threw an arm around mine and Jen's shoulders. We both giggled softly.
"And we have enough breasts to make up for anything…" laughed Jen as she pressed her double E cup breasts against the American skateboarder's side and chest before grabbing my D cup breast.
"What size are you?" the blue eyed brunette asked, looking down at the strawberry blonde Russian in his arm.
"Well… I'm a double E while Ana is a D." Jen stated simply with a shrug of her shoulders.
"I'm a proud C!" shouted Sevens.
"Perky B's right here!" waved Jay. Raab laughed and leaned his head against her shoulder.
"Large B, small C." Cary said broadly while adjusting her bra.
Everyone looked at Amy. Said British brunette blushed. "Large A, small B…" she mumbled softly.
"Nothing wrong there, dear. You're more doll-like compared to these ladies. Some men enjoy a small chested woman more so than a large chested one." Ville stated wisely as he threw an arm around my shoulders over the one that Bam had around me.
"He's right, dear. You wouldn't believe how many men come into my shop looking for porno's with small chested women or small chested blow-up dolls." Mum stated with a nod of her head. "They also buy girl uniforms and whatnot… for a little role playing of teacher and student." She continued.
"You sell clothing?" Ville asked.
"Yes. Any good sex shop would also sell clothes for sexual fantasies such as role playing." I stated simply. The army truck again came to a stop. "Everyone off and inside… I'm freezing out here!" I shouted as everyone started getting out. I shoved Jen into Bam as I got out, running quickly inside. "FUCKING COLD!" I screamed. The guys laughed as I ran straight in to the gothic Catholic like church styled house.
"LANGUGE!" yelled Mum.
"TOO COLD TO GIVE A SHIT!" I yelled back. I dove inside and towards the roaring fire and sat right in front of it. I stripped off my jacket and hoodie and just lied there, drinking in the flames that warmed my frosty like skin.
"Hey move over bitch! Share the heat with the rest of us!" yelled Bam as he jumped on me. The others quickly followed his lead. I felt something on my breast. Looking down I could see a slender pale hand on top of my right boob.
"I swear to god if it's Novak's hand on my breast I'm going to cut it off!" I shouted, trying to figure out who was touching me.
"I'm not doing anything! I have Raab's ass in my face!"
"I think that's probably my hand, sweetheart. Sorry 'bout that. The boys pulled me in and I just sort of fell…" came the only voice that could make me cum in my panties. "I'm sort of stuck at the moment under Dico and Cary."
I could hear Sevens cackle off to the side. "I'd get off if I were you!" she stated in a sing song voice. Shifting I brought my legs up and kicked everyone who was on top of me off. "Sweetness! I got that on camera!" she screamed while running around away from everyone. My face warmed up as I still felt Ville's hand on my breast. "LEAVE ME ALONE! GO BUG THE FINNISH MAN THAT'S GROPING ANA'S BREAST!" screamed Sevens while jumping on us. "SAVE ME!" she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me while shoving her camera into the Finnish singer's pea coat.
"Sevens, I love you and all, but get the fuck off me!" I shoved her off and stood, fixing my shirt while running my fingers through my hair. Standing up I offered a hand to the Finnish man still laying on the floor. He grabbed a hold of my hand and grabbed himself up.
"Thanks sweetheart." He stated while standing and dusting off his clothes, throwing the camera at Sevens. She caught it and shoved it down her pants.
•Jen's Point of View•
I sat next to Bam after everyone was done trying to kill Sevens. "So when's your little surprise for our redheaded friend going to get here?" I asked, curling my feet up under me.
"Soon thanks to you for giving me this places address." stated the cobalt blue eyed skateboarder. Soon there was a knock on the door. Jay ran over and answered it.
"Hey Sevens! I think this is for you!" yelled the American woman with a cackle. The slender female looked confused as she walked over from her spot where she was beating the shit out of Novak. "I'm betting you can thank Bam for this early Christmas present…"
Sevens screamed loudly.
"Holy shit! Jukka!" Bam and I turned around to see her tackle the blond haired Finnish man to the floor. Said man just laughed loudly at her craziness. Both him and his friend were dressed up like Santa.
"You must be Ms. Sevens that Bam-Bam told me about! Pleasure to meet you!" he grinned and winked at the blushing woman that sat on top of him. After getting up and helping her star crush off the ground did she run over and hug Bam tightly from behind.
"You are so awesome! Thank you so much Bam." Sevens ran away quickly to hang out with The Dudesons.
We both laughed at her. "Is she always like that?" he asked. I just nodded with a smile. "It seems like a lot of us are hooking up, huh?" Bam threw an arm around my shoulders.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well you got Ana and Zilla Zalo [1]. Raab and Jay, now we have Jukka and Sevens, and then there's…" he trailed off.
"… Us?" I finished for him. He looked deep into my hazel eyes. I could see that there was some happiness, sadness, hurt, and anger hidden deep in his blue orbs. Bam gave a small nod of his head. I rested my head against his shoulder. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I highly doubt I'd understand half the shit you went through anyways." I laughed dryly. Ana and Ville were playing a game of cards at one of the side tables in the large living room of the gothic Catholic church like house. "I guess that's why I look up to Ana so much. Sure we're the same age and everything, but she's been through much more than I have. I just had to deal with my family disowning me and my uncle dying…"
Bam rested his head against mine as he held me in his arms. "That's still some fucked up shit to go through…" he told me. "Those bastards that are your parents would never see what a wonderful woman you turned into, or see any grandkids or anything of the like cos of that bull shit." I giggled.
"Yeah, I guess you're right…" I told him. "Speaking of kids, Ana really wants some." He pulled away and looked down at me with a confused look. I sighed slightly before smiling. "Without a little, hard, push Ana will never hook up with Ville. She's been through a lot of shit when it comes to relationships. Sure Ville already likes her more than a friend, but without our," I gestured to him and myself, "help, he'll never realize it. And both will die unhappy and not together without fucking each other nuts and making future rock star babies that'll keep our fucked up children in line."
Bam started smirking. "So you're thinking of settin' up Willie with Ana during this little trip?" he asked deviously. I nodded while smirking. "Sounds like a plan…" he leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth, causing me to blush darkly. Bam chuckle to himself as he pulled back. "Red looks good on you, but I know what else would look good on you…" he crooned darkly to me.
"What?" I squeaked.
"Me…" he nipped at my ear before licking the side of my face like a dog.
"BAM!" I shouted while laughing.
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[1] Bam does change the "V's" in Ville's name into "Z's". He does it in Where The Fuck Is Santa?
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