Leave It to Levis
anonymous
July 8 2009, 20:32:59 UTC
It was morning and Ivan had been in the process of changing clothes before being abruptly interrupted by a strange material in his drawers. A playful, almost childlike smile crossed his lips as he pulled the source of that texture out of the drawer. Jean material was not something that he normally would wear, therefore it was quite strange to find it in his drawers. Jeans were too... thin, to make any sort of sense to wear in Russia.
...So why did Ivan find himself attempting to slip them on?
They were far too tight, that was for certain. Not the correct size of anyone nearby he knew either (and he knew their sizes for various reasons). After some struggling to get them to fit, Ivan managed to force them on. They were very tight, and showed off his legs (amongst other parts) quite well.
Curiosity egged him on to walk around in them a bit. They were far too tight to be safe to wear in public-- on him at least.
Two questions still remained: 1) Whose pants were these? and 2) How had they managed to get into his dresser?
The first was moderately obvious, as it was likely an attempt by a certain nation to express how his clothing was that much more comfortable than Russia's. After all, anything that could be competed against would be competed with. How that stupid American had managed to get them into his home-- and not just that, his dresser was a bit more of a mystery.
However, that would be saved for another time as pressure seemed to be building up in the pair of Levis that Russia had put on. Somehow, the prospect of wearing his enemy's pants...
...
It was probably a good thing that it was cold here, and this would be the only time that Ivan would feel such positive sentiments toward the chill of his home.
THIS ANON HAS NEVER FILLED BEFORE AND APOLOGIZES FOR SHITTY CRACK. /)__(\ I usually just lurk... I apologize if it's really bad!
...So why did Ivan find himself attempting to slip them on?
They were far too tight, that was for certain. Not the correct size of anyone nearby he knew either (and he knew their sizes for various reasons). After some struggling to get them to fit, Ivan managed to force them on. They were very tight, and showed off his legs (amongst other parts) quite well.
Curiosity egged him on to walk around in them a bit. They were far too tight to be safe to wear in public-- on him at least.
Two questions still remained: 1) Whose pants were these? and 2) How had they managed to get into his dresser?
The first was moderately obvious, as it was likely an attempt by a certain nation to express how his clothing was that much more comfortable than Russia's. After all, anything that could be competed against would be competed with. How that stupid American had managed to get them into his home-- and not just that, his dresser was a bit more of a mystery.
However, that would be saved for another time as pressure seemed to be building up in the pair of Levis that Russia had put on. Somehow, the prospect of wearing his enemy's pants...
...
It was probably a good thing that it was cold here, and this would be the only time that Ivan would feel such positive sentiments toward the chill of his home.
THIS ANON HAS NEVER FILLED BEFORE AND APOLOGIZES FOR SHITTY CRACK. /)__(\ I usually just lurk... I apologize if it's really bad!
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...And oh Alfred, how did you manage to get in Russia's house.
/picturing Russia in skinny jeans pffft.
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