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Forty-seventh Entry [Accidental Video]

[It's fairly evident that whoever made this post didn't mean to, considering that the majority of what can be seen is a Cheerios skirt. And thigh. There's a lot of thigh, too, very much exposed. And underneath dem thighs, there's another set of legs, and underneath that... one of the library tables?]

[Judging by the deep breathing and lack of panic, the people near the camera have yet to wake up.]

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[Yes, yes, BUT. For one, he still hasn't really gotten used to the whole married thing, and, much more than that, he should not react like this in a situation like this. It just feels really inappropriate to be turned on like this when you are hungover, in clothes that you would never wear normally, and handcuffed to the other person.

The conversation with Santana didn't exactly help him feel better about it.

Still from behind his hands:] Poland, just-

[See, the thing that's not adding up here for Poland is that he hasn't actually noticed that Liet's turned on. And he wakes up totally naked from time to time and it doesn't freak Liet out like this, so he's just confused.]

Liet, you're like, kind of freaking me out. [Touches his hair gently--God, it's a mess--and speaks in a quiet, comforting voice] It's cool. We're together, so we're like, gonna be fine, right?

[Your touch really does not help. And Lithuania doesn't want Poland to notice, it's way too embarrassing. On the other hand he really doesn't want to worry him, either.]

I ... [Going to the bathroom is no alternative right now, either. Because Poland would have to go with him. After a few moments, he just gives up and uncurls a bit, looking up at Poland. He feels like his face must be hot enough to fry egs on it.] I'm alright.

For sure? You'll like, tell me if something's wrong, right?

[Touches Liet's cheek tenderly, feeling the warmth of his blush]

Ohmigod, you're like, super-warm. You totally don't have a fever, do you?

[Leaning into the touch involuntarily, Lithuania shakes his head and blushes deeper.] I ...no. It's not that. [breathing deeply] You know that you look really hot in that?

For realsies? I'm like, actually way col--

...Oh.

Um.

[BLUSHING!]

[Echaling softly] ...you really do.

[Still blushing, oh God, how is he even supposed to react to that??]

I. L-Liet, I, like... I look trashy.

I know.

...I'm like, not sure whether I should be glad you've got good taste, or pissed that you're not trying to make me feel better about it.

I- I just [cannot say it cannot say it

maybe he should just show Poland, but...

blushing even harder, if that's possible, and gently taking Poland's hand, leading it down to touch his Southern regions for a moment, just a split second.]

Edited 2010-10-15 17:02 (UTC)

[Poland feels very strongly right now that he will never not be blushing ever again]

W-W-What--Liet--!

[What is this what is this what is this?!]

What, so you like, want me looking like a harlot?

[Whaaaaaaaat o_o]

Edited 2010-10-15 17:04 (UTC)

NO! [Way too loud, pretty close to panicing.] No, no, I don't want you to look like a harlot, but you look hot, not the clothes that you wear, but there aren't many clothes right now, and... and my own clothes are way too tight, and I don't know, my body-

[Lithuania isn't one to babble much, but right now, his brain is on vacation in embarrassement village.]

...Oh. Well, I guess it's okay, if that's it ♥

[His hand hasn't moved, by the way >>]

[Lithuania would be very disappointed if it did, but at the same time it really doesn't help matters. Especially not with that horribly tight pants between them.]

You know that I would never make you dress like that.

Duh. You like, wouldn't make me do something I don't wanna~

[Kisses him, very chastely considering where his hand is]

[Well, sometimes he'd like to be able to. For example to have the blond help him with the laundry...] I would never be able to, you know that. [Kissing Poland back and wrapping his free arm around his neck. His kiss is much less chaste and much more hungry, but would probably still pass as relatively chaste for an outsider.]

[Poland is still sort of fascinated by kissing. He lets himself kiss back, finally remembering where his hand is when he can feel Liet's pulse underneath his own palm. Well... they're married, right? So he goes ahead and starts rubbing him a bit through his clothes.]

[The brunet gasps into the kiss and pulls his husband closer. He can feel every inch of the cold floor beneath him, the contrast to how hot his body is makes it hard to ignore.] Mhhh

[He feels a little dizzy, and his head hurts, and Liet's mouth tastes like last night's beer, but it's increasingly difficult to care about those things as he loses himself in the kiss and in touching Liet.]

[Lithuania has long stopped caring about things like that and just melts into the kiss, dizzy not only from the hungover but much more from being with Poland now. He thinks about moving towards the bed for a moment, but isn#t sure if he could even stand right now.]

[Bed? Yeah, that'd involve both standing up, walking over, and getting back down again, while hung over and cuffed together. And it would also probably involve a break in the making out, so forget that.]

[But he really needs to lie down, or he'll fall soon. At least nothing happened to their room, and they happen to be near a rug, so he'll at least be able to have his back on some kind of softer (and warmer) ground.

Because laying back, pulling Poland with him, is what he's doing now.]

[Poland squeaks a little bit into the kiss, moving to lie beside Liet instead of on top of him so he won't have to take his hand away]

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