LATVIA'S NIGHT OF [MIS]FORTUNE (2/5)
anonymous
October 7 2009, 07:59:51 UTC
Peter punched the air enthusiastically; Swedish meatballs were on the menu! “Alright then, Raivis and I will be in my room til then!” Grabbing Raivis’ hand, Peter led the way through the house, almost bouncing in anticipation. The Latvian boy was exceedingly more nervous, throwing many a glance back at Tino who just gave him a friendly shrug. Was no one in this house going to help him?!
The door to Peter’s room slammed quickly shut and before Raivis could turn and spit out, “Wait, Pete--”, the younger was upon him, hands guiding him rather persuasively towards the bed...
“P-Peter!” Raivis squeaked, arms flailing as he fell, butt first, onto the bed, “W-w-wait... wait a second! Ah!”
“Wait for what?” The boy asked, face all adorably confused.
“Your parents...”
“Are downstairs.”
“B-but... but, they’re so c-close!”
Peter grinned, leaning in close enough so Raivis could feel his breath, warm against his reddening cheeks, “Not... as close as. I. Am.”
“...”
“...Raivis?” His tone was suddenly, unbearably cute. Almost like it had
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LATVIA'S NIGHT OF [MIS]FORTUNE (3/5)
anonymous
October 7 2009, 08:05:42 UTC
Fifteen minutes later and the four were seated at the family dinner table, Berwald and Tino opposite Peter and Raivis. A casual conversation struck up between Raivis and Tino, “So, how old are you again?”
“Uh, n-nineteen, sir.”
“Sir? Tino is fine, really,” the other smiled. Nothing seemed to perturb this man, Raivis thought, suddenly wanting to headdesk against the table over and over again. Not even discovering his son, Peter, in a rather intimate situation at the door...
“N-nineteen, T-Tino!” He corrected himself. Then, the bombshell.
“Are you enjoying his balls?”
H-his what?! Raivis dropped his fork with a clatter, “U-uh...!! A-ah!!”
Tino waved a hand over his partner, “Berwald’s meatballs, are they to your liking? We don’t get many people eating Swedish foods... so...”
“O-oh! Yes, they’re v-very good!” Phew, Raivis felt himself relaxing a little; Tino hadn’t seemed to notice his slip up, though, judging by Peter’s face... he had. Of all the things the generally oblivious boy could have picked up on! Raivis suddenly
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LATVIA'S NIGHT OF [MIS]FORTUNE (4/5)
anonymous
October 7 2009, 08:10:05 UTC
Raivis was out of the room in a flash, hiding his glaring erection. Where was he going? Heck if the boy knew... “To the right.” Peter called from behind him and he turned the corner... wait. This most definitely was not the bathroom because he was in a plain looking room furnished conveniently with a double bed.
“Guest bedroom,” Peter winked, chuckling, “Useful, yes?”
Raivis just stared.
Peter stuck out a tongue, “I know, sneaky plan, eh? I am the great Sealand after all.”
The Latvian boy felt his mouth open and close, but no sound came out.
“And because I’m so great and big hearted,” Peter started again, scooting closer, “I think I’ll help you out with your little... problem.”
Under his ribcage, Raivis’ heart thundered. He should say something... stop Peter now, before... before...
It was too late.
In a second, Peter had him pinned to the bed, one hand holding his arms down above his head, the other working furiously on unzipping his pants. Peter seemed eager, he was always eager. Raivis tried to protest, murmuring a
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Re: LATVIA'S NIGHT OF [MIS]FORTUNE (5/5) (END)
anonymous
October 7 2009, 23:43:36 UTC
Best SeaLat fic with a side of SuFin ever. The last line in that picture just clinches it. XD Protective!Sweden is so awesome. XD God I'm saving this to my hard drive, no joke.
LATVIA'S NIGHT OF [MIS]FORTUNE“Aw, seriously Rai, it’ll be okay. Quit worrying ( ... )
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The door to Peter’s room slammed quickly shut and before Raivis could turn and spit out, “Wait, Pete--”, the younger was upon him, hands guiding him rather persuasively towards the bed...
“P-Peter!” Raivis squeaked, arms flailing as he fell, butt first, onto the bed, “W-w-wait... wait a second! Ah!”
“Wait for what?” The boy asked, face all adorably confused.
“Your parents...”
“Are downstairs.”
“B-but... but, they’re so c-close!”
Peter grinned, leaning in close enough so Raivis could feel his breath, warm against his reddening cheeks, “Not... as close as. I. Am.”
“...”
“...Raivis?” His tone was suddenly, unbearably cute. Almost like it had ( ... )
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“Uh, n-nineteen, sir.”
“Sir? Tino is fine, really,” the other smiled. Nothing seemed to perturb this man, Raivis thought, suddenly wanting to headdesk against the table over and over again. Not even discovering his son, Peter, in a rather intimate situation at the door...
“N-nineteen, T-Tino!” He corrected himself. Then, the bombshell.
“Are you enjoying his balls?”
H-his what?! Raivis dropped his fork with a clatter, “U-uh...!! A-ah!!”
Tino waved a hand over his partner, “Berwald’s meatballs, are they to your liking? We don’t get many people eating Swedish foods... so...”
“O-oh! Yes, they’re v-very good!” Phew, Raivis felt himself relaxing a little; Tino hadn’t seemed to notice his slip up, though, judging by Peter’s face... he had. Of all the things the generally oblivious boy could have picked up on! Raivis suddenly ( ... )
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“Guest bedroom,” Peter winked, chuckling, “Useful, yes?”
Raivis just stared.
Peter stuck out a tongue, “I know, sneaky plan, eh? I am the great
Sealand after all.”
The Latvian boy felt his mouth open and close, but no sound came out.
“And because I’m so great and big hearted,” Peter started again, scooting closer, “I think I’ll help you out with your little... problem.”
Under his ribcage, Raivis’ heart thundered. He should say something... stop Peter now, before... before...
It was too late.
In a second, Peter had him pinned to the bed, one hand holding his arms down above his head, the other working furiously on unzipping his pants. Peter seemed eager, he was always eager. Raivis tried to protest, murmuring a ( ... )
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Fffff so awesome, whyyyyyy?
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sorry for lacking artskillz =D
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