((Another chapter~ Just don't get used to these really frequent updates, I'm warning you. It will take a lot of updates for this to finally reach completion, but sometimes a new update might take a while. It depends on when the inspiration train rolls in~ (Is train movement even considered rolling? Huh…)

Next chapter, commence!))

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Lithuania and Russia

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He really had no idea how he ended up in this predicament. Again. As far as he could remember, there was no consent given at any point. This was just the position he woke up in. The cards were dealt to him this way, whether he liked it or not.

Lithuania found himself in Russia's firm embrace while laying on top of his large chest, unable to think of any way to escape without being noticed. He was pretty sure that the clasps of the bigger man's jacket, left on from last night, made an indent in Toris' cheek for happening to lay his face on them. Although, he could acknowledge that he was cozy and warm for once, in a land where cold could easily penetrate house insulation. And at least Ivan wasn't accidentally crushing him during a nightmare, like a few times before.

Lithuania sighed, wondering what Russia's reaction would be this morning. One time, he actually liked it and grew a bit uncomfortably friendly with the smaller country. Another time… Toris couldn't convince for the life of him that Russia was the one who pulled him into bed. It took weeks for the bruising to fully disappear.

Deciding to risk it, Toris looked up, resting his chin on Ivan's collarbone. The normally intimidating and downright frightening country looked as docile as a lamb in his sleep. Even Lithuania could not deny that his relaxed expression was a bit cute…

Despite all the pain and hardship that Toris was put through in their sorry excuse for a relationship, it still made him happy to see the other untroubled. Even if it was for a moment, and wouldn't last.

Though, he wrinkled his nose in disgust. Of course, Ivan's breath was tainted with the scent of vodka. It was directed a bit towards Lithuania's face. He didn't have to look around the room to know that discarded and empty alcohol bottles littered the floor, cabinets, side table, and even the bed. Every time he was either dragged or carried through the dark from his room, the sound of drunken stumbling through the glass garbage was distinct. He could recall that last night was no exception.

Toris remembered that being picked up from his bed in the middle of the night this time. Ivan was muttering and possibly even crying about how much he wanted to be with Lithuania, how they could have a regular relationship, and what a pathetic excuse of a partner he was.

Toris sighed. He hoped for the day where Ivan would be totally open and carefree around his own partner. Maybe then, Russia would drink less and less, and they could talk more. They would smile and laugh together while eating lunch, with sunflowers decorating the table centerpiece. The thought of that heavenly scenario brought a faint smile to Toris' lips as he closed his eyes.

"Next time… please don't be drunk when you say you love me," he whispered, nuzzling his face into Ivan shoulder.

There was an unexpected, sleep-spoken reply.

"…. Da."