"M-Mister Russia... I'm... under you..." [1]
anonymous
January 20 2010, 14:27:12 UTC
Latvia coughed and gagged slightly. Any air he breathed in wasn't making it to its destination, and that was all thanks to a large Russian who had decided that, after many drinks, he would crash in Latvia's bedroom, since it was the nearest to the staircase in his house.
Oh, he had been sleeping peacefully before. Soft little breaths that made no sound, contrasted with the heavily loud snores of Russia.
Lithuania was right. Russia really did snore like a wild pig with catarrh. How did Lithuania know? Obvious reasons, as well as his room unfortunately adjoining Russia's.
Latvia tried to move and get away from under the Russian giant, but it seemed he was stuck fast. He writhed and wriggled a bit, but this just made Russia wrap his arms around him like a live teddy-bear.
Russia really was big-boned. He wasn't what one would call obviously fat, although a little layer of blubber was carefully kept on his belly to keep him warm. Latvia had found that Russia's love of fatty foods wasn't due to gluttony, but necessity.
The boy whimpered as Russia began to sleep-talk. It sounded like drunken babble, but it was rather loud, and even sing-song like, indicating to Raivis that Cuba and Denmark had let him near the karaoke machine again. "I'm on top of my Toris, da, whoaaa!", "Da da da da da, roma ro ma ma, ga ga ooh la la...~", "Moscow, Moscow, throw your glasses to ze vall, and good vortune to us all, aha ha ha ha!"
"N-not Toris... M-Mister Russia. It's.... L-Latvia... You're on top of me..." Raivis managed to breath out, starting to feel himself going rather blue in the face. He took in one last gasp, and then the Russian's eyes flickered open.
He stared at Latvia's pained expression for a moment or two with a little grin on his face. He put the light on to flood Latvia's eyes, making him squint again.
"You too cute, Raivis." Russia slurred, still not moving from on top of Raivis. Eventually, he lifted himself off the boy, and smirked. "Sweet Latvia, can you breathe now?"
"Yes... I'm sorry..."
"Nyet, I should be sorry. After all... if I play too hard with you, you will break, my poor, small, little baby."
Latvia sighed, not agreeing with the 'baby' sting, but annoyed that he was so small. But eventually, Russia moved him to the side of the bed, wrapped his arms around the small boy's frame, and fell asleep with his head on his shoulder, Latvia on the very edge of the bed due to Russia's bulk. Oh well. It beat being crushed.
Oh, he had been sleeping peacefully before. Soft little breaths that made no sound, contrasted with the heavily loud snores of Russia.
Lithuania was right. Russia really did snore like a wild pig with catarrh. How did Lithuania know? Obvious reasons, as well as his room unfortunately adjoining Russia's.
Latvia tried to move and get away from under the Russian giant, but it seemed he was stuck fast. He writhed and wriggled a bit, but this just made Russia wrap his arms around him like a live teddy-bear.
Russia really was big-boned. He wasn't what one would call obviously fat, although a little layer of blubber was carefully kept on his belly to keep him warm. Latvia had found that Russia's love of fatty foods wasn't due to gluttony, but necessity.
The boy whimpered as Russia began to sleep-talk. It sounded like drunken babble, but it was rather loud, and even sing-song like, indicating to Raivis that Cuba and Denmark had let him near the karaoke machine again. "I'm on top of my Toris, da, whoaaa!", "Da da da da da, roma ro ma ma, ga ga ooh la la...~", "Moscow, Moscow, throw your glasses to ze vall, and good vortune to us all, aha ha ha ha!"
"N-not Toris... M-Mister Russia. It's.... L-Latvia... You're on top of me..." Raivis managed to breath out, starting to feel himself going rather blue in the face. He took in one last gasp, and then the Russian's eyes flickered open.
He stared at Latvia's pained expression for a moment or two with a little grin on his face. He put the light on to flood Latvia's eyes, making him squint again.
"You too cute, Raivis." Russia slurred, still not moving from on top of Raivis. Eventually, he lifted himself off the boy, and smirked. "Sweet Latvia, can you breathe now?"
"Yes... I'm sorry..."
"Nyet, I should be sorry. After all... if I play too hard with you, you will break, my poor, small, little baby."
Latvia sighed, not agreeing with the 'baby' sting, but annoyed that he was so small. But eventually, Russia moved him to the side of the bed, wrapped his arms around the small boy's frame, and fell asleep with his head on his shoulder, Latvia on the very edge of the bed due to Russia's bulk. Oh well. It beat being crushed.
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Russia + karaoke = epic win?
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I was listening to THIS VERY SONG while reading this and Jesus Christ, I must've cracked my ribs from laughing. Oh, irony.
Poor Latvia. He always gets the short end of the stick, doesn't he? Oh well, I'm sure nothing too bad will happen to him...
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And agrees with that other anon. guess Russia + karaoke does= win x3
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