To Comfort [1/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 23:07:37 UTC
Request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/4567.html?thread=6721495&style=mine#t6721495 After sleeping next to America when he was scared after the movie, Lithuania finds himself sleeping in America's bed more and more often. One night, some innocent snuggling/tickling/a pillow fight turns into slow, sweet, passionate and utterly loving sex.
I'd love for America to see Liet's scars, ask him about them, and get all protective when Liet tells him that Russia is responsible. Mention of past Russia/Lithuania is not only fine, but encouraged. ----
Ever since that first night after the scary movie, Lithuania had found himself in America’s bed more and more. Not that he minded. America wasn’t such a bad person to sleep with. He didn’t steal the blankets like Poland did and before they fell asleep, they’d tell each other stories. America didn’t mind when Lithuania would babble on and on about his brothers and all the trouble he‘d get into with Poland. Just as he didn’t mind when America would talk about England endlessly.
Lately, they had ended up cuddling with each other and Lithuania liked the comfort. He was tall, but America was taller. He was an idiot, but he was a lovable idiot. He felt safe in America’s arms and he slept better if they did fall asleep together that way.
Right now, they were cuddling and Lithuania was talking about Russia.
“I feel kind of bad for him, but--”
“He’s a crazy asshole?” America supplied easily. Everybody knew how he felt about Russia and America didn‘t bother to hide his true feelings about him. Lithuania couldn’t really blame him. If he wasn’t so scared of Russia, he’d be the same way. But he still smiled and playfully swat at America’s arm.
“Yeah. I kind of wonder if he gets what he deserves. But still. He’s really alone.”
“But so are you,” America said, softly as he stroked Lithuania’s hair. “You had to leave your brothers behind and what about Poland? I know you two are angry with each other, but you miss him, don’t you? If it wasn’t for Russia, none of this would have happened. You‘d be with your best friend, maybe the Polish-Lithuanian something or other would still be around, and you and your brothers wouldn‘t be slaves”
Lithuania felt the telltale signs of tears coming to his eyes. He tried blinking them away, feeling too embarrassed to cry in front of America. He’d thought he’d cried all the tears away and there just couldn‘t be anymore left. How could there have been more?
But then America is wiping away the tears so kindly and gently and Lithuania is looking at America, just wanting to feel loved. And loved in the right way. Not the way that Russia is always showing his love with his possessive hands and chilling words. The way Lithuania just wishes someone would feel for him because he wants to feel special. Just this once.
It’s Lithuania that leans in and kisses America. It doesn’t last long because Lithuania is shocked by his own nerve. America is nice and willing to take him in even though he’s basically a nothing right now. He’s being rude, America probably thinks he’s rude and will never want to spend any time with again.
“Mr. America, I’m…I’m sorry. That was impolite of me and--”
America kisses Lithuania this time. It lacks grace and any real skill, but Lithuania finds he doesn’t mind that because it’s real and earnest: just like America.
“Anybody ever tell you that you worry too much?” He asks when he pulls away, brushing Lithuania’s hair away from his eyes.
Lithuania laughed and nodded. “Well, actually, yes. I have been told that a few times.”
“I’m gonna have to ask you to stop,” America said, but he doesn’t sound angry and Lithuania is sure he is teasing. America then leans in closely, pressing his body intimately to Lithuania‘s. “I can’t make love to you if you’re just going to be worrying the whole time.”
After sleeping next to America when he was scared after the movie, Lithuania finds himself sleeping in America's bed more and more often. One night, some innocent snuggling/tickling/a pillow fight turns into slow, sweet, passionate and utterly loving sex.
I'd love for America to see Liet's scars, ask him about them, and get all protective when Liet tells him that Russia is responsible. Mention of past Russia/Lithuania is not only fine, but encouraged.
----
Ever since that first night after the scary movie, Lithuania had found himself in America’s bed more and more. Not that he minded. America wasn’t such a bad person to sleep with. He didn’t steal the blankets like Poland did and before they fell asleep, they’d tell each other stories. America didn’t mind when Lithuania would babble on and on about his brothers and all the trouble he‘d get into with Poland. Just as he didn’t mind when America would talk about England endlessly.
Lately, they had ended up cuddling with each other and Lithuania liked the comfort. He was tall, but America was taller. He was an idiot, but he was a lovable idiot. He felt safe in America’s arms and he slept better if they did fall asleep together that way.
Right now, they were cuddling and Lithuania was talking about Russia.
“I feel kind of bad for him, but--”
“He’s a crazy asshole?” America supplied easily. Everybody knew how he felt about Russia and America didn‘t bother to hide his true feelings about him. Lithuania couldn’t really blame him. If he wasn’t so scared of Russia, he’d be the same way. But he still smiled and playfully swat at America’s arm.
“Yeah. I kind of wonder if he gets what he deserves. But still. He’s really alone.”
“But so are you,” America said, softly as he stroked Lithuania’s hair. “You had to leave your brothers behind and what about Poland? I know you two are angry with each other, but you miss him, don’t you? If it wasn’t for Russia, none of this would have happened. You‘d be with your best friend, maybe the Polish-Lithuanian something or other would still be around, and you and your brothers wouldn‘t be slaves”
Lithuania felt the telltale signs of tears coming to his eyes. He tried blinking them away, feeling too embarrassed to cry in front of America. He’d thought he’d cried all the tears away and there just couldn‘t be anymore left. How could there have been more?
But then America is wiping away the tears so kindly and gently and Lithuania is looking at America, just wanting to feel loved. And loved in the right way. Not the way that Russia is always showing his love with his possessive hands and chilling words. The way Lithuania just wishes someone would feel for him because he wants to feel special. Just this once.
It’s Lithuania that leans in and kisses America. It doesn’t last long because Lithuania is shocked by his own nerve. America is nice and willing to take him in even though he’s basically a nothing right now. He’s being rude, America probably thinks he’s rude and will never want to spend any time with again.
“Mr. America, I’m…I’m sorry. That was impolite of me and--”
America kisses Lithuania this time. It lacks grace and any real skill, but Lithuania finds he doesn’t mind that because it’s real and earnest: just like America.
“Anybody ever tell you that you worry too much?” He asks when he pulls away, brushing Lithuania’s hair away from his eyes.
Lithuania laughed and nodded. “Well, actually, yes. I have been told that a few times.”
“I’m gonna have to ask you to stop,” America said, but he doesn’t sound angry and Lithuania is sure he is teasing. America then leans in closely, pressing his body intimately to Lithuania‘s. “I can’t make love to you if you’re just going to be worrying the whole time.”
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