Wheeee~ so yeah. Random oneshots. It's done often, yet they always seem to be enjoyable.
#1: How they keep warm in Russia
Pairing: RussiaxLithuania
Rating: T (to be safe)
Lithuania closed the front door in desperation. With the snow storm outside, it must've taken him at least two minutes to open and close the door again. He brushed the snow from his clothes, his hands and face red from the freezing wind. Toris leaned against the door for a moment with a sigh, trying to put his mind a peace before continuing on to accomplish any other duties Russia asked of him. He would always do what Russia asked of him. He stifled a yawn as he went over to the broom closet to put away the item s he had been using previously. There was a note stuck on the door, and written was a few more requests for the night. He wasn't surprised. Nevertheless, Toris groaned and took the note down. At least they were easy. He walked down the cold hallway with another yawn. Everyone must have gone to sleep. This was expected for Toris, since he often ended up working after everyone else had gone to bed. He was focusing on his work, unaware of anything else but his own thoughts and his work when a hand laid itself upon his shoulder, nearly making him jump out of his skin. A soft voice followed.
"Toris, you are still awake?" Toris turned around to find Russia, who didn't seem completely awake himself.
"You left a note for me so-" Liet tried to explain.
"Why are you shaking?" Ivan lightly touched the Liet's cheek, startling the younger nation. It made him feel slightly awkward, and he was unsure of what to do. "Toris, you're freezing."
Well for one, you had me working in a snow storm, he wanted to retort. It's below zero out there and then apparently you don't believe in a thing called a heater. Damn right I'm freezing. But he held his tongue as usual. It wouldn't do him any good. He knew this already. He compromised and tried to hide his sarcasm.
"I hadn't noticed"
"Aren't you tired, Toris?" It was like Ivan hadn't even heard him.
"Yes." Toris blurted but quickly added, "B-but I still have work to...do...and..." he trailed off at the end, trying to comprehend what Ivan was doing. The Russian took him by the hand and was taking him down the hall.
"You can finish tomorrow, дa?" Liet wasn't about to argue, but he could walk to his room on his own. Though he was about to question Ivan when they completely passed by it.
"Ivan?" They had entered Ivan's own room.
"You can keep warm here, дa?" Ivan said quietly into Toris' ear. Lithuania felt uncomfortable and nervous being less than an inch away from the taller man. Yet he almost couldn't control himself when he found his lips wandering toward Ivan's. He was thankful to have stopped himself.
What the hell am I doing? He thought to himself. All he does is bring me pain. He tortures me. I'm constantly working for him, and yet it is never satisfactory. Why...
Toris was unable to finish his thought as Ivan's lips brushed softly against his. Maybe it was from shock, but Toris allowed Ivan to go about his actions without reaction. After that unusually gentle moment, Ivan was studying the Lithuanian's bewildered face, which suddenly began to feel hot with self-consciousness. With a small smile, Ivan brought Liet over to the bed.
"Sleep here tonight." As usual, Toris did as was expected of him, making himself comfortable within the abundance of blankets. Ivan joined him, holding the smaller nation close to him, and quickly fell asleep. Toris smiled lightly. He felt warm.
***
The next morning as Ivan still slept, Toris had slipped out of the room to make breakfast for everyone as usual. He was setting the table, when he heard Ivan calling him. He turned around happily to see Russia leaning at the doorway.
"Why isn't the work from yesterday finished, Toris?" His tone was harsh. Toris' smile faded quickly at the question. Had he forgotten everything? "Well?"
"Are you serious, Ivan?" He felt an anger in the pit of his stomach. He thought he'd finally do something about it. "This is friggin why." Toris forcefully pushed Ivan against the wall. Ignoring the elder's enraged expression, Toris roughly pressed their lips together, forcing his tongue into the other's mouth. Ivan held onto his underling's shoulders, taking pleasure in his actions.
By the sound of it, Estonia and Latvia thought their brother was in trouble again, so they were peeking around the corner, shocked by what they saw.
After finally breaking apart, Ivan looked over to the other two Baltics. "What are you staring at? You have work to do." Ivan gave them the list of chores that were previously going to go to Toris. Ivan decided otherwise. He had other plans for Lithuania.
