Hi again! This one is a tad bit shorter than the other one. Eh. Enjoy!
Sweet calm. A worn but comfortable couch in front of a humming, orange fire and a little blond snuggled against him, possibly asleep, as the snow began to rapidly accumulate outside. He liked to hear Poland talk, but in the dark yet warm solitude a sweet peace fell over the cabin.
Matthew had his work cut out for him in asking Feliks to venture to the outer reaches of civilization with him; the prospect of coldness, no cellphone signal, and a teeny tiny old cabin in the woods of the uncharted Canadian wilderness was quite unappealing to begin with. He prevailed with a little persuasion and a lot of promises, and the reassurance that he would not let a bear eat either of them.
Moments later, just when Canada felt himself beginning to doze, he felt a hand rest on his knee. He sighed contently leaned his head back, eyes closed and perfectly fine falling asleep at any moment.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when without warning, the hand slid up to his thigh and began to gently massage. Matthew stammered a half-hearted protest, only receive a shush and a kiss on the neck. He didn't think his face could get any redder when Feliks started rubbing his socked foot along the other's lower leg.
Canada would warm up and retaliate with his own pets and kisses upon Poland's scarred and flawless skin but he was far too shell-shocked to do anything but roll over. And he'd thought it would be a relaxing, calm night.
No, what Feliks had in mind was anything but calm.