He laid for a while, tense, feeling that something- something was definitely WRONG.
The bottles of vodka on his nightstand - checked. The faucet laying near him – checked. The scarf around his neck – checked. The shields with faces of America, Poland and more or less the rest of the world – yup, still on the walls. Belarus holding his hand in an iron-like grip-
Gone.
If possible, Russia tensed even more.
Very, very slowly he grasped his faucet and moved to the corner of the bed. He gulped, closed his eyes, tightened his grip on the pipe and stuck it under the bed.
Nothing.
No tugging, no taking his faucet away from him and forcing him to tolerate the kisses and hugs so that he could get his precious pipe back and no Natasha jumping from under the bed and tackling him.
When his closet and shower turned out to be Belarus-free too, he began to be scared.
He dressed, ate breakfast, drank vodka, drank vodka some more, did some work, drank vodka again and all this time he was jumpy and almost in panic, as he didn’t see Natasha at all. He thought that Belarus prepared some kind of a trap and so his wariness of everything that was going on around him increased.
But the morning has passed and nothing out of ordinary happened. And as he couldn’t bear that passive wait for something, he decided to relax a little and harass Lithuania.
Now, if Belarus by some miracle was observing him all this time, she surely wouldn’t let him molest Toris. She never did. So it was also the excellent way to make Natasha show herself.
When after he stood in front of the door almost five minutes, knocking louder and louder, Lithuania finally answered him, he wasn’t happy at all with the state the other nation was in.
Random clothes were thrown on the more or less suitable parts of his body, autumn-brown hair were a mess, skin on the cheeks was flushed pink and he was visibly trying to breath calmly.
‘Oh it’s nothing, Lithuania, I just thought I’d visit my nice neighbor! Aren’t you happy to see me?’
‘Are you sure? You look worried…’
Ah, sweet Lithuania, always so predicting. Russia was just about to invite himself into the warm house, when Poland suddenly popped out from behind Toris.
Like the devil from the box, honestly.
‘Hey, like, what do you want?’ asked Feliks, standing between Ivan and Lithuania, who rolled his eyes and made a face. Russia smiled wider.
‘Just visiting a friend,’ he said happily. Poland waved his arms.
‘It’s like, so not cool right now, we’re totally busy here!’
Ivan was sure that Toris kicked Poland in the leg then, as Feliks jumped and turned around to face him with a pout and a glare. But when he looked at Lithuania, he was smiling innocently.
‘It’s all-‘ he began, but Ivan cut in.
‘Oh, I don’t mind. Actually, I’ll be very happy to join you,’ and now smile nr 15 version “I know exactly what you had been doing and I don’t mind watching”.
Poland flushed bright red and pointed a finger at him.
‘Totally NO! Go away!’
Toris took a hold of Poland’s arm and moved him to the side.
‘No, you go and I will take care of it,’ he said firmly, pushing at Feliks’ back. Poland pouted and obeyed, but not before sticking his tongue at Russia.
Ivan waved to him cheerfully, mouthing a ‘bye-bye’. Feliks showed him an index finger.
‘Um, so.’ Toris rubbed the back of his head and looked around. And then he froze suddenly.
‘Oh, where’s Belarus?’ he asked, honestly surprised. Ivan looked around too, like he thought that Belarus would jump from behind a tree (like Poland… it was a disturbing thought), and shrugged.
‘Oh,’ repeated Lithuania and the worried expression returned to his face. ‘Did you two, um,’ he blushed, seemingly uncomfortable. ‘Did you two, eh, have a fight?’
Ivan would laugh if he wasn’t so surprised. Before he could think of what to say, Toris came to his own conclusion.
‘I’m so sorry! I have no idea where she is, but I think you should ask Ukraine. She has a meeting with America right now. Don’t worry, it’ll be ok.’
Побудка [1/?]
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And so Russia woke up.
He laid for a while, tense, feeling that something- something was definitely WRONG.
The bottles of vodka on his nightstand - checked. The faucet laying near him – checked. The scarf around his neck – checked. The shields with faces of America, Poland and more or less the rest of the world – yup, still on the walls. Belarus holding his hand in an iron-like grip-
Gone.
If possible, Russia tensed even more.
Very, very slowly he grasped his faucet and moved to the corner of the bed. He gulped, closed his eyes, tightened his grip on the pipe and stuck it under the bed.
Nothing.
No tugging, no taking his faucet away from him and forcing him to tolerate the kisses and hugs so that he could get his precious pipe back and no Natasha jumping from under the bed and tackling him.
When his closet and shower turned out to be Belarus-free too, he began to be scared.
He dressed, ate breakfast, drank vodka, drank vodka some more, did some work, drank vodka again and all this time he was jumpy and almost in panic, as he didn’t see Natasha at all. He thought that Belarus prepared some kind of a trap and so his wariness of everything that was going on around him increased.
But the morning has passed and nothing out of ordinary happened. And as he couldn’t bear that passive wait for something, he decided to relax a little and harass Lithuania.
Now, if Belarus by some miracle was observing him all this time, she surely wouldn’t let him molest Toris. She never did. So it was also the excellent way to make Natasha show herself.
When after he stood in front of the door almost five minutes, knocking louder and louder, Lithuania finally answered him, he wasn’t happy at all with the state the other nation was in.
Random clothes were thrown on the more or less suitable parts of his body, autumn-brown hair were a mess, skin on the cheeks was flushed pink and he was visibly trying to breath calmly.
‘R-Russia?’ Toris suddenly looked concerned. ‘Something happened?’
Ivan smiled like he always did.
‘Oh it’s nothing, Lithuania, I just thought I’d visit my nice neighbor! Aren’t you happy to see me?’
‘Are you sure? You look worried…’
Ah, sweet Lithuania, always so predicting. Russia was just about to invite himself into the warm house, when Poland suddenly popped out from behind Toris.
Like the devil from the box, honestly.
‘Hey, like, what do you want?’ asked Feliks, standing between Ivan and Lithuania, who rolled his eyes and made a face. Russia smiled wider.
‘Just visiting a friend,’ he said happily. Poland waved his arms.
‘It’s like, so not cool right now, we’re totally busy here!’
Ivan was sure that Toris kicked Poland in the leg then, as Feliks jumped and turned around to face him with a pout and a glare. But when he looked at Lithuania, he was smiling innocently.
‘It’s all-‘ he began, but Ivan cut in.
‘Oh, I don’t mind. Actually, I’ll be very happy to join you,’ and now smile nr 15 version “I know exactly what you had been doing and I don’t mind watching”.
Poland flushed bright red and pointed a finger at him.
‘Totally NO! Go away!’
Toris took a hold of Poland’s arm and moved him to the side.
‘No, you go and I will take care of it,’ he said firmly, pushing at Feliks’ back. Poland pouted and obeyed, but not before sticking his tongue at Russia.
Ivan waved to him cheerfully, mouthing a ‘bye-bye’. Feliks showed him an index finger.
‘Um, so.’ Toris rubbed the back of his head and looked around. And then he froze suddenly.
‘Oh, where’s Belarus?’ he asked, honestly surprised. Ivan looked around too, like he thought that Belarus would jump from behind a tree (like Poland… it was a disturbing thought), and shrugged.
‘Oh,’ repeated Lithuania and the worried expression returned to his face. ‘Did you two, um,’ he blushed, seemingly uncomfortable. ‘Did you two, eh, have a fight?’
Ivan would laugh if he wasn’t so surprised. Before he could think of what to say, Toris came to his own conclusion.
‘I’m so sorry! I have no idea where she is, but I think you should ask Ukraine. She has a meeting with America right now. Don’t worry, it’ll be ok.’