Awkward didn't even begin to describe it. You could cut the tension with a knife. Or a bloody pipe, as the case may be. Lithuania winced slightly at the thought. He'd been trying to occupy himself with memories of World Meetings where everyone was nice to one another, only to find that there hadn't, in fact, been any. There was always some argument brewing, some rumour being spread, someone trying to get into someone else's pants...
Which brought Lithuania onto his second distraction, coincidentally (deliberately, he liked to think) situated exactly opposite himself. Because for as long as there had been world meetings, Lithuania had been taking the opportunity to speak to Poland, and somehow, in all of that, things had become different between them.
In the best way possible, naturally. Their eyes locked, for a moment, and Poland smiled his signature, almost smug smile, the one that never failed to send a slight shiver down Lithuania's spine. Poland stood and excused himself from the room, with little resistance, largely because nobody was paying attention to tiny little countries such as themselves - which suited their purposes just fine, actually. He made sure to catch Lithuania's eye as he left - not that it had ever wandered.
Lithuania too, stood, almost forgetting to be subtle. Almost, because almost immediately he was pulled back down into his seat. "Mmm, Liet, where were you going?" Russia asked, in his most sickeningly saccharine tone. The use of that particular nickname made Lithuania's skin crawl. There was only one set of lips he wanted to hear it from, and they'd just walked out of the room.
"Mr. Braginsky, Sir, I only wanted to see if Fe- if Poland was alright." Lithuania cursed his slip of the tongue. "Your concern is so touching, Toris." Russia smiled, without a trace of warmth in his words. The conversation was over, and Lithuania wasn't going anywhere.
It was another half-hour before Russia became distracted by some trivial matter America had raised. He took his chance. Without excuse or apology, Lithuania made for the door, barely resisting the urge to run.
Poland was waiting for him on the other side, staring at the floor with a look of utter, adorable, despondence. When he heard the door click shut, he jumped a little, his scared expression instantly turning to one of relief when he saw who it was.
They didn't exchange any words, not yet. They could still have been overheard here. Instead, they joined hands and carefully made their way through the corridors. There was no-one who would catch them now, surely?
So when Poland stopped, suddenly, Lithuania panicked. Until he saw where they'd stopped.
It was a testament to their relationship that when they saw an empty broom closet, left wide open, they reached the exact same conclusion.
"Really?" Lithuania asked, a touch of disbelief in his voice. Normally they at least made it to a bathroom, somewhere with a door they could lock. Poland just looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Any thoughts of resistance were blown out of Lithuania's mind, and he didn't quite process anything until the door shut, plunging them both into darkness.
Silence. And then - "I missed you." Their lips crashed together simultaneously, hands already searching for buttons that were always just a little too hard to undo. Poland was better at dealing with such trivial things, and had Lithuania against the wall and mostly undressed before the taller nation could so much as loosen his tie.
"Feliks..." Lithuania began, as soon as Poland's lips left his. "Mm?" Poland replied, in between the kisses he was leaving down Lithuania's neck, slowly winding their way toward his chest. Lithuania's mind clouded over. "I - we're, mm, we're in a broom closet." He managed, between moans. Poland stopped, and even in the darkness Lithuania could see the gleam in his eyes that said they weren't going anywhere. "So?" The blond nation smiled, and Lithuania fought to find a good reason not to stay right here for the rest of the meeting, the rest of the day even.
Then his fingers finally worked Poland's shirt open, and everything was uphill from here.
Poland/Lithuania...in a broom closet.
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Awkward didn't even begin to describe it. You could cut the tension with a knife. Or a bloody pipe, as the case may be. Lithuania winced slightly at the thought.
He'd been trying to occupy himself with memories of World Meetings where everyone was nice to one another, only to find that there hadn't, in fact, been any. There was always some argument brewing, some rumour being spread, someone trying to get into someone else's pants...
Which brought Lithuania onto his second distraction, coincidentally (deliberately, he liked to think) situated exactly opposite himself. Because for as long as there had been world meetings, Lithuania had been taking the opportunity to speak to Poland, and somehow, in all of that, things had become different between them.
In the best way possible, naturally. Their eyes locked, for a moment, and Poland smiled his signature, almost smug smile, the one that never failed to send a slight shiver down Lithuania's spine. Poland stood and excused himself from the room, with little resistance, largely because nobody was paying attention to tiny little countries such as themselves - which suited their purposes just fine, actually. He made sure to catch Lithuania's eye as he left - not that it had ever wandered.
Lithuania too, stood, almost forgetting to be subtle. Almost, because almost immediately he was pulled back down into his seat.
"Mmm, Liet, where were you going?" Russia asked, in his most sickeningly saccharine tone. The use of that particular nickname made Lithuania's skin crawl. There was only one set of lips he wanted to hear it from, and they'd just walked out of the room.
"Mr. Braginsky, Sir, I only wanted to see if Fe- if Poland was alright." Lithuania cursed his slip of the tongue.
"Your concern is so touching, Toris." Russia smiled, without a trace of warmth in his words. The conversation was over, and Lithuania wasn't going anywhere.
It was another half-hour before Russia became distracted by some trivial matter America had raised. He took his chance. Without excuse or apology, Lithuania made for the door, barely resisting the urge to run.
Poland was waiting for him on the other side, staring at the floor with a look of utter, adorable, despondence. When he heard the door click shut, he jumped a little, his scared expression instantly turning to one of relief when he saw who it was.
They didn't exchange any words, not yet. They could still have been overheard here. Instead, they joined hands and carefully made their way through the corridors. There was no-one who would catch them now, surely?
So when Poland stopped, suddenly, Lithuania panicked. Until he saw where they'd stopped.
It was a testament to their relationship that when they saw an empty broom closet, left wide open, they reached the exact same conclusion.
"Really?" Lithuania asked, a touch of disbelief in his voice. Normally they at least made it to a bathroom, somewhere with a door they could lock.
Poland just looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Any thoughts of resistance were blown out of Lithuania's mind, and he didn't quite process anything until the door shut, plunging them both into darkness.
Silence. And then -
"I missed you."
Their lips crashed together simultaneously, hands already searching for buttons that were always just a little too hard to undo. Poland was better at dealing with such trivial things, and had Lithuania against the wall and mostly undressed before the taller nation could so much as loosen his tie.
"Feliks..." Lithuania began, as soon as Poland's lips left his.
"Mm?" Poland replied, in between the kisses he was leaving down Lithuania's neck, slowly winding their way toward his chest. Lithuania's mind clouded over.
"I - we're, mm, we're in a broom closet." He managed, between moans. Poland stopped, and even in the darkness Lithuania could see the gleam in his eyes that said they weren't going anywhere.
"So?" The blond nation smiled, and Lithuania fought to find a good reason not to stay right here for the rest of the meeting, the rest of the day even.
Then his fingers finally worked Poland's shirt open, and everything was uphill from here.
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Great characterization so far. can't wait to see where this goes!
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