The minute Ivan opened his eyes a dull throb from the back of his skull made him close them again. As the remaining waves of pain from a hangover began to leave, the Russian glanced at the bright red LED lights on his bedside clock. It was 8:27 in the morning, well the morning after a night of drinking and partying at one of Moscow's largest underground 'Alternative' night clubs. The arctic nation knows the routine for days like this by now; if he had brought someone home from the previous evening (which was what would happen about 98 percent of the time) he'd get up get himself clean, let the other get clean and finally push them out the door with the understanding that they were nothing more than a cheap one-night stand. In the rare event he didn't bring anyone home and woke up alone he'd take the morning on slowly and ride out his hangover completely numb with painkillers and be happy that whenever world meetings are held at his place they were in the afternoons.
Finding the will to sit up and drag his bare legs to the edge of the bed Ivan removed the rest of the covers and duly noted the dried fluids on his lower regions. Well, looks like Ivan got lucky last night, the silver haired male looked over his shoulder to where his most recent conquest still slept. The form was completely wrapped up in the Russian's sheets facing away with only a mop of blonde hair visible. Not wanting to bother with the other just yet Ivan stood and went to his dresser grabbing a pair of clean underwear and his robe, preferring to use the shower down the hall (one bad experience where one of his guests tried to join him has made him do this). Ivan stepped over the piles of discarded clothes and exited quietly.
'Hope this one isn't a clinger' He mused.
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Even without his glasses and the darkness of the room, Eduard could easily tell this wasn't the hotel room he checked into yesterday. As reality dawned on him so did the weight of several stones in the pit of his stomach. Of all the crazy ass shit he's done this was probably the worst. He went to bed with a complete stranger; granted he was drunk to all hell as well as flying high from a little blue pill (compliments of the Netherlands) but still Eduard thought he had a little more self control. The Estonian's muscles ached in protest as he moved to sit up, blurred visions from the night before dancing in front of his eyes. A tall, burly figure with pale skin and large hands… not to mention he was a rather rough fucker. The blonde fumbled about in the dark searching for his glasses eventually finding them tossed on top of a spare coffee table in the room. His vision cleared the Estonian noticed an open door to a bathroom.
'Well it's the least this guy owes me, considering he didn't even bother to pull out.' Eduard reasoned, not at all liking the dried fluids between his legs and splattered across his lower abdomen.
Even though he would have to wear his dirty clothes until he made his way back to the hotel Estonia at least preferred to be somewhat clean. He gathered his clothes from the piles on the floor and entered the bathroom blinking several times as the lights were turned on. He looked at his reflection in the large mirror and frowned. A large red bite wound stood out against the pale skin of his neck.
"Really? Biting as well?" Eduard muttered out loud. "Whatever just fuck it…" He had plenty of clothes that would cover it so he quickly grabbed a towel and started the shower.
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Ivan was in the middle of brewing up a pot of coffee when he heard the shower upstairs turned on. Already numbed with painkillers and a majority of his drowsiness already gone Ivan decided to entertain himself by attempting to remember what had occurred last night. The young man he had brought home from the bar, he remembers watching him dance, dancing with him, every so often the younger's shirt would ride up as he lifted his arms revealing soft, creamy skin. A cocky, taunting smile on his face. Pretty little thing, most likely a tourist. The machine's 'beep' caused the Russian's thoughts to end there as it signaled that the coffee was ready. He poured himself a cup, keeping it black and took a few slow sips enjoying the warm liquid go down his throat. He exhaled with a soft 'ah' sound. A few moments later he heard the sounds of footsteps descending the stairs.
'Hope the guys dressed because he's about to be kicked o-' Ivan stopped that train of thought immediately. Something wasn't right, the air had changed, like he was in the presence of another nation. The footsteps slowed as well, until their owner stepped into the kitchen and into view.
Ivan almost dropped his mug when he saw who it was, he face clearly showing his shock.
Standing before him giving him the same shocked look, was Eduard von Bock, the Baltic nation Estonia.
Oh. Shit.
AN: For some reason or another I've decided to write a comedy/romance fic. Why? Well as I'm working on my other fic in progress (will be posting another chap of that soon) I made myself depressed with all the heavy history between the two nations. So I needed to make myself happy and started this. I hope you like it!
Anyway as for Estonia's seemingly OOCness in this first intro well, he's not a morning person and he woke up in a stranger's house so he's gonna be a little cranky. Ivan not noticing the nation vibe, he was drowsy, and too busy with his hangover. '...'= change in POV
In conclusion I thank you for reading and hope you liked it so far. Please review/fav/alert.
