Estonia should have realised from the moment he caught sight of it that the pink envelope on his desk was not normal. For one thing, it was lacking in all manners of postage, and for another, the only address to speak of was his name, printed in uniform, blocky letters in the centre.
He had been answering mail all morning, however, and after some of the missives he had received, he had let his guard slip somewhat.
So he merely frowned at the letter for a moment, before slitting it open.
After that?
Well.
Things got a bit fuzzy.
He definitely remembers coughing, inhaling a sudden plume of white dust, and then, possibly, standing up and staggering toward the door. His glasses were smudged with the strange dust, so he couldn't see very well, and something must have caused him to keep walking, wandering, up the hall and away from his office.
His face felt warm, almost like being drunk without actually drinking anything.
He continued to wander, not sure where he was going a-and, wow, when did the maids start wearing such, such tight clothing exactly?
Estonia felt himself flush even redder, and was then awoke to the desire building in his.
He swallowed.
What kind of sick j-joke was this?
Estonia shuddered, biting his lips as he realised those f-feelings weren't going away, and maybe the best thing to do, the most prudent thing to do, was to just find himself somewhere private and take care of this before he gave himself away.
He spun rapidly, and practically flung himself around the nearest corner.
Straight into Russia's sister.
"U-Ukraine!" Estonia stuttered out in something far too close to a shout, and nearly died when he realised half a second later that his, that they, that, um, they are chest to chest, and that certainly wasn't helping his p-problem. "We don't have a m-meeting now, do we?"
"Net, net. Nothing formal," Ukraine replied with a watery smile, before she suddenly flushed, and added, "Ah, um, Estonia? Could you please move apart?"
Estonia swallowed, trying to overcome the sudden, undeniable urge to pull Ukraine flush against him, and do things that normally he would not even imagine.
Especially not with his sister.
But.
His hands shook, and he moaned suddenly, whispering, "Please forgive me. You're just too beautiful."
Ukraine's last look is one of utter surprise, tears pricking the corners of her eyes when suddenly Estonia's mouth closed over hers.
He moaned again, and shivered at the thought of his entirely deserved retribution for this.
But Ukraine fails to stop him, and he certainly can't stop himself.
Anon is v. v. sorry for this. Ahahaha. Um. Anon will just be over there, then.
*pulls a total Spain* Cu-cu-cu-cuuuuuuuuuuuute! ;______________; I so totally ship this and you make me ship it moreeeee *shakes* Thank you thank you for writing this! ♥♥♥
He had been answering mail all morning, however, and after some of the missives he had received, he had let his guard slip somewhat.
So he merely frowned at the letter for a moment, before slitting it open.
After that?
Well.
Things got a bit fuzzy.
He definitely remembers coughing, inhaling a sudden plume of white dust, and then, possibly, standing up and staggering toward the door. His glasses were smudged with the strange dust, so he couldn't see very well, and something must have caused him to keep walking, wandering, up the hall and away from his office.
His face felt warm, almost like being drunk without actually drinking anything.
He continued to wander, not sure where he was going a-and, wow, when did the maids start wearing such, such tight clothing exactly?
Estonia felt himself flush even redder, and was then awoke to the desire building in his.
He swallowed.
What kind of sick j-joke was this?
Estonia shuddered, biting his lips as he realised those f-feelings weren't going away, and maybe the best thing to do, the most prudent thing to do, was to just find himself somewhere private and take care of this before he gave himself away.
He spun rapidly, and practically flung himself around the nearest corner.
Straight into Russia's sister.
"U-Ukraine!" Estonia stuttered out in something far too close to a shout, and nearly died when he realised half a second later that his, that they, that, um, they are chest to chest, and that certainly wasn't helping his p-problem. "We don't have a m-meeting now, do we?"
"Net, net. Nothing formal," Ukraine replied with a watery smile, before she suddenly flushed, and added, "Ah, um, Estonia? Could you please move apart?"
Estonia swallowed, trying to overcome the sudden, undeniable urge to pull Ukraine flush against him, and do things that normally he would not even imagine.
Especially not with his sister.
But.
His hands shook, and he moaned suddenly, whispering, "Please forgive me. You're just too beautiful."
Ukraine's last look is one of utter surprise, tears pricking the corners of her eyes when suddenly Estonia's mouth closed over hers.
He moaned again, and shivered at the thought of his entirely deserved retribution for this.
But Ukraine fails to stop him, and he certainly can't stop himself.
Anon is v. v. sorry for this. Ahahaha. Um. Anon will just be over there, then.
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"Please forgive me. You're just too beautiful."
LOVE that line!
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Cu-cu-cu-cuuuuuuuuuuuute! ;______________;
I so totally ship this and you make me ship it moreeeee *shakes*
Thank you thank you for writing this! ♥♥♥
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