Typical Disclaimer: I don't Own Hetalia.
Lithuania sighed as he stirred a large pot of soup that he had prepared for the unfortunate, yet deserving sick one upstairs. "Lord above I swear, you'd think he was dying he's making such a fuss." He sighed, preparing the tray he'd be carrying with crackers and other items including a hot tea with a bit of honey, some sugar, a cool drink just in case, some medicine, and lastly a large bowl of the steaming soup he made. Latvia was sitting at the small table kept in the kitchen just for them with a bowl himself and looked up. "Oh, I hope not. Russia scares me, but I rely on him. Though I suppose I could rely on Eduard…" The youth looked thoughtful for a moment and shrugged as he continued to eat. Liet slowly shook his head, thinking about how the small nation was so ignorant at times.
He was a full thirty feet from the door when he heard his name being called. Sighing he hurried a bit, getting slightly more nervous the closer he got until to the door. He knocked a couple times and waited a moment before entering.
Russia looked over at the Lithuanian; he looked pissed, and rightly so. There was a fresh mound of tissues in the floor and he'd been in bed all morning feeling miserable. It was all the Lithuanian could do to not laugh at the sight. It was extremely rare for the Russian to get very sick, and when he did it was always quite a sight. The blonde hair that was always kept so neat, disheveled. Pale skin, flushed. Creepy smile, gone, and the occasional aggressive demeanor, diminished. "Russia-san, I brought you some soup and your medicine, which you seem to not be taking." Russia continued to glare but nodded his head to show that he heard and sat up more. "Good, I'm starving. I don't need that stuff, take it away." He waved a hand at the medicine bottle and Liet sighed and walked over to the bed. "Russia-san you need to take your medicine. Remember last time when you were unwell for three weeks. Perhaps if you had taken your medicine it would not have taken so long?"
They squabbled back and forth about it, something rare as usually there is no room for debate with the Russian. Toris was surprised to find himself enjoying it. Finally the blonde conceded "But…" he said smiling again, staring the smaller man up and down. "I'll only take it on one condition." The Lithuanian shivered under that piercing stare of his, it was always as if he could see right through his cloths. He shivered again at the thought but nodded his head and placed the tray on the bedside table. "Yes sir?" Russia patted the spot next to him and Liet climbed onto the raised bed. As he did so, the blonde grabbed his shirt collar and tugged him into a deep kiss, pulling the smaller man into his lap.
Liet moaned and leaned into the kiss, clinging to the other's bare shoulders as the kiss deepened. Russia's tongue invaded his mouth and he sucked on it greedily as he felt the warmth that pooled in his loins getting hotter. They pulled away, panting heavily, and Lithuania could help but kiss him again and again, slowly maneuvering himself to where he was straddling the Russian. They sat there for a while just kissing, Liet held the larger nation's face in his hands and Russia kept his arms wrapped securely around the brunet's waist. "Vanya…." whispered them smaller man, raining his gentle kisses everywhere that he could reach. Russia untucked his dress shirt from the back, caressing his back, tracing each scar with calloused fingers. Toris shivered at the touch, burying his face into the blonde's neck, breath uneven and gasping as he grazed the more recent cuts.
"Toris…" Ivan murmured, the smaller nation's name rumbling in his chest. He coughed once or twice and nuzzled the delicate ear. "I want you to make me feel better, da? Make me feel good…please?" he rolled his hips upwards into Liets' causing them both to groan and rock. Liet could feel the Russian getting hard beneath him, he knew he couldn't deny his own desire as well, much less Russia's. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the medicine bottle. He pulled out the two antibiotics their house doctor prescribed and popped each one into Russia's reluctant mouth. He smiled "Yes sir…I'll….I'll make you feel better." He stuttered shyly, not used to saying something like that, not to him. He sat up and slowly began to unbutton his white dress shirt, leaning back into the large warm hands on his back. After that, he loosened his tie, but not all the way, he knew the other man would like it better on, just like his shirt, which he left open, exposing his chest and hardening nipples. Russia laid back and watched in amusement as Liet struggled with his pants. Unbuttoning them slowly and nearly falling on him as he removed his pants and briefs. He was already half hard by the time the brunet removed the covers and sheets from on top of him, Liet's wasn't far behind, bobbing as he moved to straddle Russia's hips once more.
