Green eyes flickered open while hands reached out for the alarm. It was early. The brown haired male sat up slowly, in his rather comfy bed. Fingers rubbed tired eyes in some attempt to adjust them to the bright light pouring in from the autumn sun before he stood. Yawning as he trotted down carpeted stairs to the kitchen. Flicking on the kettle, listening to the bubbling of the water for a moment. The nation didn't have to wake this early in the morning. he could easily have another hour in bed and still make it to the office with plenty of time to spare. Toris felt he had to though.
Times had become hard, Toris made the tough decision to move out of the comfort of his home land and move in with another nation. Arthur. England was great, the country had really grown on him. One problem. Feliks. The one he loved and held so, so dear. The pole had same idea as Lithuania, but due to circumstances beyond their control; could not move to the same country as his lover. Feliks had moved to The united states. It held many opportunities for him, Toris knew that. The problem though was the time difference. With both nations holding responsibilities to their own country-the two had limited time to talk. Exhaling deeply as he poured out a cup of tea for himself (Arthur had forbidden coffee). Breakfast. Steadily carrying the cup back to his room. Only pausing to yawn. Placing his lips over the rim of the china container, sipping the warm liquid briefly before setting the cup down on his desk and switching on his desktop computer. Apart from letters-this was the only way for him to contact the blonde nation, which reminded him; he had to write a letter to the other. He enjoyed sending and receiving handwritten messages. They had more meaning to him.
Pulling out a shirt and trousers for the day ahead of him while the computer loaded. Grinning when it finally did. Placing his clothes on the still unmade bed, placing himself of the turquoise stool.
Logging onto his email. The light tapping of keys echoed around the neat room. The Lithuanian typed a message out for the Pole. Like he did every morning. Pulling on his shirt in a rush followed by his trousers and tie, Practically chocking himself with it in a mad rush trying to get it done right and quickly. Like he did every morning. He'd lost track of time looking over previous messaged exchanged between the lovers.
Pushing down the enter key, rather harshly on the sable keyboard. Sending the message across the north Atlantic, so it would be there ready and waiting for when the other woke up in several hours time. Toris wasn't the best sleeper, having his fair share of trouble's in the night-and that extra hour in bed properly would benefit him. He, on the contrary; did not care. To him anything was worth giving up, Just to know he started his lovers day off with a smile.
Times had become hard, Toris made the tough decision to move out of the comfort of his home land and move in with another nation. Arthur. England was great, the country had really grown on him. One problem. Feliks. The one he loved and held so, so dear. The pole had same idea as Lithuania, but due to circumstances beyond their control; could not move to the same country as his lover. Feliks had moved to The united states. It held many opportunities for him, Toris knew that. The problem though was the time difference. With both nations holding responsibilities to their own country-the two had limited time to talk. Exhaling deeply as he poured out a cup of tea for himself (Arthur had forbidden coffee). Breakfast. Steadily carrying the cup back to his room. Only pausing to yawn. Placing his lips over the rim of the china container, sipping the warm liquid briefly before setting the cup down on his desk and switching on his desktop computer. Apart from letters-this was the only way for him to contact the blonde nation, which reminded him; he had to write a letter to the other. He enjoyed sending and receiving handwritten messages. They had more meaning to him.
Pulling out a shirt and trousers for the day ahead of him while the computer loaded. Grinning when it finally did. Placing his clothes on the still unmade bed, placing himself of the turquoise stool.
Logging onto his email. The light tapping of keys echoed around the neat room. The Lithuanian typed a message out for the Pole. Like he did every morning. Pulling on his shirt in a rush followed by his trousers and tie, Practically chocking himself with it in a mad rush trying to get it done right and quickly. Like he did every morning. He'd lost track of time looking over previous messaged exchanged between the lovers.
Pushing down the enter key, rather harshly on the sable keyboard. Sending the message across the north Atlantic, so it would be there ready and waiting for when the other woke up in several hours time. Toris wasn't the best sleeper, having his fair share of trouble's in the night-and that extra hour in bed properly would benefit him. He, on the contrary; did not care. To him anything was worth giving up, Just to know he started his lovers day off with a smile.