Biology 101 (3/6)
anonymous
November 6 2009, 04:12:29 UTC
Lithuania’s back kept hurting him all day. As soon as he got back home, he curled up on the sofa and started watching a stack of America’s movies.
He glanced up as he heard the front door open.
“Toris?”
“In here, Alfred,” Lithuania said in a croaky voice.
Lithuania heard a crinkle of plastic bags and footsteps, then felt America lean over the couch, brush some hair off his forehead, and press a kiss to his forehead.
“Feeling better?” America asked.
“Much,” Lithuania said automatically.
“Did you throw up again?”
“…Once,” he admitted quietly. “But only in the morning, right after I got there.”
Alfred paused for a long moment. “I’d rather you stayed home tomorrow.”
“I’m really fine, Alfred. And the back’s barely bothering me at all.”
There was another awkward pause. Lithuania could feel America forcibly shifting the topic. “I brought food.”
“Oh, thank you,” Lithuania said cheerily. “I’m starved.”
America walked around the couch and sat down on the couch next to him. Lithuania propped himself up on the elbows as he waited for America. He reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a greasy paper bag, and then two burgers. He passed them to Lithuania.
America shrugged, grinning. “Nothing’s too good for my bab- for you.”
Lithuania smiled and took the burgers. America took the opportunity to wrap his fingers around Lithuania’s and slide him closer. He wrapped one arm around Lithuania’s shoulders and with the other pressed his hand gently to Lithuania’s stomach.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he said quietly.
Lithuania looked over at America curiously. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m sure it will blow over in a few days.”
“Yeah…” America drifted off awkwardly. Before Lithuania could probe further, America added quickly, “Eat up.”
Still a bit confused, Lithuania complied and began to unwrap his first hamburger.
America continued to slowly rub his belly in little circles.
He glanced up as he heard the front door open.
“Toris?”
“In here, Alfred,” Lithuania said in a croaky voice.
Lithuania heard a crinkle of plastic bags and footsteps, then felt America lean over the couch, brush some hair off his forehead, and press a kiss to his forehead.
“Feeling better?” America asked.
“Much,” Lithuania said automatically.
“Did you throw up again?”
“…Once,” he admitted quietly. “But only in the morning, right after I got there.”
Alfred paused for a long moment. “I’d rather you stayed home tomorrow.”
“I’m really fine, Alfred. And the back’s barely bothering me at all.”
There was another awkward pause. Lithuania could feel America forcibly shifting the topic. “I brought food.”
“Oh, thank you,” Lithuania said cheerily. “I’m starved.”
America walked around the couch and sat down on the couch next to him. Lithuania propped himself up on the elbows as he waited for America. He reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a greasy paper bag, and then two burgers. He passed them to Lithuania.
“Thank you,” Lithuania repeated. “But… it’s quite a lot, isn’t it?”
America shrugged, grinning. “Nothing’s too good for my bab- for you.”
Lithuania smiled and took the burgers. America took the opportunity to wrap his fingers around Lithuania’s and slide him closer. He wrapped one arm around Lithuania’s shoulders and with the other pressed his hand gently to Lithuania’s stomach.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he said quietly.
Lithuania looked over at America curiously. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m sure it will blow over in a few days.”
“Yeah…” America drifted off awkwardly. Before Lithuania could probe further, America added quickly, “Eat up.”
Still a bit confused, Lithuania complied and began to unwrap his first hamburger.
America continued to slowly rub his belly in little circles.
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