Lithuania flipped over the pancakes he was making for breakfast/ lunch and swayed his hips to the fast rhythm. He barely heard the door knock over the loud volume and danced over to the door, ending in a air guitar solo before peeking out of the door's peep hole. Never in his life did he hurry so much to turn off a stereo. Still a bit confused and worried he opened the door quickly before Russia could get angry. Completely forgetting his state of dress.
It took all the will Russia had not to tackle Lithuania. Standing there before him was the very man Russia doted on and admittedly wanted to 'become one' with him and only him. His eyes locked onto a particularly tasty looking streak of batter on the other man's neck. Ripping his eyes away, he addressed the half dressed Liet before him. "My, my, Lithuania so noisy around here. But it does smell so good." He invited himself in and looked about "I don't think I've been to your home before Toris." He whipped around as Liet shut the door, bringing them mere inches apart. "Tell me Toris, are you always this under dressed at home." The panicked look on Toris face was priceless as he hastily mutter a "no sir," and ran off to dress properly. Or would have, but Ivan caught is arm in a fierce grip that didn't quite hurt. "But Toris, I didn't say you had to change. Are you, embarrassed?" Liet blushed a bright pink from the neck, up. Ivan pulled him forward and licked batter from the shorter man's neck, taking great delight in the almost needy whimper he received. Before moving away quickly into the kitchen "I always did love pancakes." He made himself at home at the table, waiting expectantly.
Liet's entire body burned beneath a terrible blush that left no skin cell unchanged. Russia had always been a bit weird but that. That had been a bit much. Had Russia figured out what he had been doing for so long? He glanced towards a door on the other side of the room before heading back into the kitchen. He'd have to make more pancakes to accommodate his new guest. Not that he minded.
After cooking Russia made Toris remove the apron, exposing his chest and stomach. He had never in his life been buff but he was far from pudgy. But working for Russia had changed that slightly. Where lean muscles appeared on his arms now, years ago had just been soft flesh. His stomach was the same way, not a six pack per se', But definitely firm. Something he was rather proud of. Afterward, Russia stood and smiled creepily at him. "Sir?" "I have remembered why I cleared my schedule for the day. Hurry and dress Toris, today marks another year that you've been in my company. We should celebrate, yes?!" He nodded his head, knowing that arguing would be useless.
"Toris, I know I said we'd go where ever you liked but, why the aquarium of all places?" Ivan peered into a vary large tank filled with various sharks and fish. They were all alone inside a large room made to accommodate the masses. Three of the four thirty foot walls were made of thick glass, giving the appearance of truly being in the ocean. The only light source was the tank itself, turning everything a dark shade of blue. Toris stood at the back of the room, admiring the play of light on Russia's face, hair and coat. It was almost like a date,except he knew that Russia would ask something horrendous of him later and would most likely hold this over his head. "I like this room in particular Russia sir. It's very calming to come here and just sit and relax in the dark." Toris grinned and approached the tank, staring of into space.
Russia approached Liet from behind and unbuttoned his coat. Without hesitation he reached out and pulled Toris to his chest, using the coat to keep them both warm. "R-Russia sir, what are you doing? I don't think you should do this where people can see. They might think something weird and-" He ignored the nervous protest and tightened his grip around the younger man and leaned in close to his ear. "Do be quiet before I get aggravated." Liet froze as he felt Ivan's breath on his ear, sending little waves of shivers up his spine. "Toris, I'm getting tired of this play. Tell me, where do you get so many sun flowers? I know it's you Toris." He bent his head and kissed the vulnerable skin of his neck before nipping gently at an exposed earlobe. Toris gasped and felt his whole body tremble. oh god he knows. But for how long? "I haven't a clue what you speak of sir." Oh he was in trouble now. He may be able to get away with more than most people but not always.