Short crap fill idk [1/2]
anonymous
October 7 2009, 21:10:46 UTC
I hope this request gets an honest fill later, but it got this scene stuck in my head and I couldn't not write it. ^^;
Lithuania was busy.
Not to imply that he wasn't always busy, but he was really exceptionally busy today. The kind of busy that built up and built up and made him tired thinking about it days in advance. He had a featherduster in one hand and a wet dishtowel in the other, and was using each with a considerable amount of expertise, especially considering the lightning speed at which he worked the hallway. He could clean the kitchen later; Russia never went down there anyway. And maybe he could put off a few of the guest rooms too, if he was that pressed for time. But that still left the majority of a sprawling mansion that needed to be sparkling clean in only a few short hours. A week's worth of dust was nothing to most people, but in this case, it was Toris' absolute worst nightmare.
You see, every once in a while, Russia would leave home for some meeting or another, and in a bout of self-sufficiency, not drag his maidsecretary along with him. Typically they were weeks spent in America... God only knew what he was doing over there half the time. But pity for Alfred and Russia's possible sketchy intentions aside, these were some of the happiest weeks of Toris' life: not cooking, not cleaning, not having to whisper every conversation, no eyes among other things on his back, the occasional visit from Feliks... they were wonderful weeks.
...Except that he'd overslept a little this time, and there was hardly a conceivable way to make up all the put-off chores in one afternoon. He scrubbed and dusted, ran back through the house juggling a precarious array of brooms and mops and buckets and dustpans. Doubletasking wasn't enough. Quadruple-tasking wasn't enough. The sun was nearly setting and dinner hadn't even been set to boil and ohgod he forgot to wash the sheets and-
CREAAAAAAK.
And the doors opened.
And Russia was home.
He dropped the broom and mop in a clatter and went soaring down the stairs, falling into a kneel before oh-so-familiar boots, muttering apologies and greetings (all the while silently amazed at how quickly he'd covered that distance). Toris half expected to be kicked then and there, some kind of mindreading to know his chores weren't finished, but Ivan just smiled and patted his head a few times.
"Stand up, da Lithuania?" he chirped. Obediently, Toris cleared his throat and stood.
"It's, um... it's wonderful to see you back in good health, Mr. Russia," was the first response he could think to say, and he picked through it taking every measure not to stutter.
"Oh? It's very nice to see you again as well~"
So, he seemed in a pretty good mood. Maybe he would just go off and read, and then Toris would have plenty of time to make dinner and finish cleaning. Russia turned his head, still smiling, though he started taking long, intent strides, some destination clearly in his mind. Like a man on mission... Shit! He was going to check all the cleaning, wasn't he? Wasn't he?!
Lithuania actually had to stifle a yelp at his suddenly racing thoughts. He scurried up right behind Russia, following silently, wringing his hands and sweating cold the whole way. Would it be better to make up an excuse and risk him not buying it, or just take responsiblity square-on? But Russia didn't even seem to notice him floating around like a shadow, because his steps didn't slow in the slightest. They were practically running by the time they reached the study, and Toris was beyond thankful he actually managed to skid to a halt before slamming into Russia, the stop had been so sudden.
Without even pausing to catch his breath, Russia threw the heavy doors open and made his way to the center of the room with only a few huge steps. Lithuania took considerably more.
The big nation took one cursory glance around the room, eyes settling on an empty table, and he was suddenly sporting the expression of a little boy who just saw his dog get run over. ...A little boy who wasn't Russia, either.
Lithuania was busy.
Not to imply that he wasn't always busy, but he was really exceptionally busy today. The kind of busy that built up and built up and made him tired thinking about it days in advance. He had a featherduster in one hand and a wet dishtowel in the other, and was using each with a considerable amount of expertise, especially considering the lightning speed at which he worked the hallway. He could clean the kitchen later; Russia never went down there anyway. And maybe he could put off a few of the guest rooms too, if he was that pressed for time. But that still left the majority of a sprawling mansion that needed to be sparkling clean in only a few short hours. A week's worth of dust was nothing to most people, but in this case, it was Toris' absolute worst nightmare.
You see, every once in a while, Russia would leave home for some meeting or another, and in a bout of self-sufficiency, not drag his maidsecretary along with him. Typically they were weeks spent in America... God only knew what he was doing over there half the time. But pity for Alfred and Russia's possible sketchy intentions aside, these were some of the happiest weeks of Toris' life: not cooking, not cleaning, not having to whisper every conversation, no eyes among other things on his back, the occasional visit from Feliks... they were wonderful weeks.
...Except that he'd overslept a little this time, and there was hardly a conceivable way to make up all the put-off chores in one afternoon. He scrubbed and dusted, ran back through the house juggling a precarious array of brooms and mops and buckets and dustpans. Doubletasking wasn't enough. Quadruple-tasking wasn't enough. The sun was nearly setting and dinner hadn't even been set to boil and ohgod he forgot to wash the sheets and-
CREAAAAAAK.
And the doors opened.
And Russia was home.
He dropped the broom and mop in a clatter and went soaring down the stairs, falling into a kneel before oh-so-familiar boots, muttering apologies and greetings (all the while silently amazed at how quickly he'd covered that distance). Toris half expected to be kicked then and there, some kind of mindreading to know his chores weren't finished, but Ivan just smiled and patted his head a few times.
"Stand up, da Lithuania?" he chirped. Obediently, Toris cleared his throat and stood.
"It's, um... it's wonderful to see you back in good health, Mr. Russia," was the first response he could think to say, and he picked through it taking every measure not to stutter.
"Oh? It's very nice to see you again as well~"
So, he seemed in a pretty good mood. Maybe he would just go off and read, and then Toris would have plenty of time to make dinner and finish cleaning. Russia turned his head, still smiling, though he started taking long, intent strides, some destination clearly in his mind. Like a man on mission... Shit! He was going to check all the cleaning, wasn't he? Wasn't he?!
Lithuania actually had to stifle a yelp at his suddenly racing thoughts. He scurried up right behind Russia, following silently, wringing his hands and sweating cold the whole way. Would it be better to make up an excuse and risk him not buying it, or just take responsiblity square-on? But Russia didn't even seem to notice him floating around like a shadow, because his steps didn't slow in the slightest. They were practically running by the time they reached the study, and Toris was beyond thankful he actually managed to skid to a halt before slamming into Russia, the stop had been so sudden.
Without even pausing to catch his breath, Russia threw the heavy doors open and made his way to the center of the room with only a few huge steps. Lithuania took considerably more.
The big nation took one cursory glance around the room, eyes settling on an empty table, and he was suddenly sporting the expression of a little boy who just saw his dog get run over. ...A little boy who wasn't Russia, either.
"Lithuania?"
"Y-yes, Mr. Russia?"
"What happened to those flowers?"
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