APH - Den/Hun - Unexpected Invitation - Chapter 8
This is one of several chapters that led to our "Mature" rating of this fic.
It's not really that bad, though. Heh. . .enjoy.
Mathias watched the Hungarian with utmost amusement. Damn, she can drink more than I thought. He couldn't help but wonder if he was being a bad influence on her. Hell, who cares? It's more fun this way.
The Dane nearly jumped when Elizaveta threw the bottle, and cringed when he heard it shatter. She's lost it... He looked down at the Hungarian, who was practically lying on him, and blinked a few times. The smell of alcohol filled the air and stained not only their breaths but clothing now as well.
A smirk played on his lips. "Well, looks like you got scared." He looked over to the book that lay on the floor. "Thank you, oh kind binding of paper." He focused-or tried to focus-his gaze back on the woman, who looked shocked, her wide green eyes staring at the shattered bottle pieces. "And I didn't even have to finish the story." He laughed, though there was now a drunk tone to it. He cocked an eyebrow at the Hungarian. "Who knew you could be so entertaining?"
Elizaveta frowned when she barely made out Mathias' smirk from a blurred eyesight and words from an unfocused brain. "I'm not saying anything about what you just said," the woman mumbled sloppily. She pushed herself off of him, using his knee as her support as her hand applied the pressure there, and stood up. "Ugh, sorry, I'll clean that up." Luckily, some of her manners was still in tact. She thought that Mathias would probably dislike it that she was doing this, but didn't care, as she was too lazy to turn around and go back onto the sofa.
The Hungarian wobbled onto her feet, took a few steps toward the counter, then abruptly collapsed from a dizzy head or lack or energy or probably both; strangely enough, she "woke up" during her fall and landed on her hands, making her get into a position as if she were doing push ups. However, her hands landed in the wrong places - the shattered glass beneath them pierced her hands, allowing blood to leak out through the cuts in her hand and stain the wine and the floor. She sneered loudly and was now completely awake. "Dammit," she cursed, unable to move because of the pain.
Mathias snickered at the Hungarian's response, but looked at her, surprised, when she got up. Before he could protest against her actions, she was already shuffling over to where the broken shards lay. This girl... The Dane shook his head and got up, slowly, to get a broom. Upon hearing Elizaveta's sneer, however, he immediately turned around to find her on the floor. The way she landed, she obviously must have gotten glass in her hands. Shit!
Though he realized that Elizaveta might kick him for this, he strode over to her and picked her up, carrying her over to the counter, carefully stepping around the broken bottle pieces. He sat her on top of the counter, though at the part that met with the wall so that the Hun had something to lean against. He shook his head, looking up at her. "Woman, you're going to drive me crazy if you keep up this stubbornness."
Mathias grabbed her wrists and forced her palms to face up. He inspected her hands, clicked his tongue and muttered a soft "shit" under his breath. He opened a cabinet and took out a first aid kit, pulling out a pair of tweezers to carefully and gently remove the bottle pieces. He set the bloody glass to the side and poured disinfectant cream onto the Hungarian's hands before bandaging them up.
Done, he finally looked up at her again. "Now stay here. You are not moving your ass from this counter, understand?" He pointed at the counter for emphasis, laughing. Mathias then turned around to get the broom and vacuum to clean up.
Elizaveta noticed that her weight suddenly decreased and a pair of hands had wrapped around her body. She would have struggled to escape from his grasp, but she was too weak and dead to do so. All that came out from her was a slight movement of her legs, which obviously had no effect on Mathias. Thankful that Mathias had given her a wall to lean on, she sat there and rested her back against it as the Dane observed her hands. She was surprised that Mathias was caring and worried enough to do this for her - for a Hun (who was drunk, to add to that) - when she could have just taken care of herself. It almost offended her - it was like she was being treated as a child. "What a father," the Hun muttered aloud her thoughts. "If what you say is true, then I'll definitely drive you insane." She winced now and then as Mathias picked out the glass shards, and once he bandaged her hands, she flexed them to make sure there weren't any left.
Again, the fatherly side of him got to her; his gesture made it even worse. Elizaveta slipped off of the counter, despite Mathias' orders. The alcohol once again affecting her, she noisily kicked the furniture with her boots as she got off and had to cling onto the edge of the counter for support. She mentally cursed at herself as she hit the nerve spots her hands, though showed a pained expression. "Like I'm going to do whatever you say."
Mathias showed a small smile. "Father? Huh, try telling the others that." He shook his head, snickering. "Lady, my life is insane." He shot her another smirk. "I said that figuratively. No one knows stubbornness better than I do."
He returned with the broom and vacuum and sighed when he saw Elizaveta off the counter. He came up dangerously close to her, leaning so that his narrowed blue eyes looked directly into her green ones. "Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Hun." He pondered how he was going to get the Hungarian to sit down so that she wouldn't hurt herself again. Her tolerance to alcohol was obviously not as high as his own, and since she had gone a while without it, it was even worse. Lovely...I have a drunk, stubborn, yet very attractive woman in my house. If the others found out, who knows what they would think...
Finally, he pushed the Hungarian back against the counter, so his arms were on either side of her, his hands pressed on the counter. "You may not want to listen to a thing I say, but you have no choice. And stop thinking it's an attack to your pride, because I know you're thinking I'm trying to make fun of you or something." He cocked an eyebrow at her. "You are completely drunk. Anyone who is completely drunk is bound to just get themselves into more trouble. Now stop being Miss-Almighty and shut up, sit down, and wait."
With that, Mathias picked her up once again, this time tossing her onto one of the other sofas. He quickly threw pillows and blankets onto her so that she was practically buried. Satisfied, he used the broom to gather all the larger broken pieces, sliding them into a dustpan and throwing it away, before taking the vacuum to get any of the smaller pieces. It only took him all about 3 minutes-it wasn't the first time that bottles had been broken. No, far from the first time. The wine was still there, but that could be dealt with later.
Elizaveta, not reacting to Mathias' penetration of her personal space, smirked back and leaned her head towards the Viking, challenging him. "I'm sorry, Apa. I'm very aware that I'm drunk, but you have no right to tell me to do things. I'll do whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want-"
And yet she was still being treated cruelly. She squeaked and shut her eyes while getting picked up, though landed on the sofa safely once she was tossed. However, the Hun opened her eyes to see pillows and blankets attacking her. Falling over, Elizaveta lay still for a moment, enjoying a short amount of time lying on the sofa as if she could just sleep there, before flinging herself back up. For no good reason, she grabbed one of the pillows and chucked it at Mathias' head, nearly falling over the sofa from doing that.
Mathias laughed at the Hun's retort. Oh, she's a charming one...how the hell did she and Roderich of all people get together? The smell of alcohol was strong in the room, but not for the Dane. He hardly even noticed it, as it was a usual scent to fill the house at night.
"Ow." Mathias rubbed the back of his head where the pillow had hit him, which it did with quite some force. He glared over at Elizaveta, before smirking. He picked up the pillow that hit him and strode over to the sofa. "Did you want something, my dear lady?" He jested. A devilish spark lit up in his eyes and he hovered over the Hungarian, pushing down on the pile of pillows. "Note to self: Drunk Huns are a lovely form of entertainment."
Elizaveta displayed a smirk on her face as well. How amusing it was to see him get hurt, let alone say 'ow'. Also entertained, she watched the Viking walk over to the sofa, still wearing the same face. His eyes seemed to trigger a change in her own eyes, which became darker and more narrow. Feeling the pressure on her legs as he pushed down the pillows, Elizaveta barely managed to shift her legs so that she was pushing back with an equal amount of force, causing equilibrium.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I do something like throw a pillow at your head? Oh, no, I surely didn't do that. I never would," Elizaveta replied exaggeratedly and with heavy sarcasm, grinning even more. "And entertainment? That's nice, but that's too bad for you, because I don't work for entertainment."
Mathias felt the Hungarian push back. Legs of a warrior... he mused. He snickered at Elizaveta. "Why, of course you never would do such a thing!" He leaned in towards the Hungarian, smirk widening, the spark in his eyes still dancing. "Because...that would be so very unlady-like, wouldn't it? And I know how much it means to you to be a lady..." The Dane waved a hand towards the several empty bottles laying around. "And of course you didn't drink any of that, because, once again, you're a lady, isn't that right?"
His voice took on a mischievous tone. "And are you sure? Because you sure as hell have been entertaining me." Mathias felt the alcohol getting to his head, but he pushed the notion aside. Entertaining she is indeed. He pushed harder against the pillows, leaning in closer to the Hun. "You really should consider."
Elizaveta had to bend her head back to keep her eyes fixed on Mathias', also sending him a playful and teasing look. Oh, was she awake now. "Mmhmm, very unladylike. Childish, too, at that." She paused to think, which ended up not helping her at all. She just said whatever she could think of at the spur of the moment. "But wait, true women act like men. We don't have to confine ourselves to our femininity or feminine things. Makes women look weak, too. So why not try being a man for once?" It was actually funny of her to say something like that, seeing that she once believed, as a child, that she would become a boy when she grew older...
Her voice responded to Mathias' voice change, just as their eyes did, and happened to no longer sound drunk at all. Elizaveta, however, didn't draw back as Mathias moved in. "I'm quite sure," she said, her voice lower yet somewhat seductive. "If I was working for entertainment, I'd probably be a prostitute living on the streets right now. You think I'm in that position right now?"
Mathias caught his breath at the Hungarian's playful tone. What a tease. "Huh. Is that how you see it?" The smirk returned, his eyes narrowed. "I saw women as the more intelligent side of men-the ones keeping the world from killing itself. But if you want to be stupid like us, go ahead. Makes it easier for us..." He knew he was pulling on her strings, and oh how he was enjoying it.
Mathias continued to press in, now practically on top of her, their noses only centimeters from touching and so that the Hun could feel his breath on her skin. He responded, his voice low, deep, and mischievously seductive. "What if I said yes?" He looked straight into Elizaveta's green eyes, noticing the change. A devilish smile adorned his face as he waited for her response.
Elizaveta smirked back, continuing her chain of expression responses. "True, but when women act like men, they beat the shit out of them whenever they do something stupid anyways. That in itself is preventing world destruction by mankind. Two birds with one stone right there." She snickered.
Her head phenomenally pushed back even more, which was only possible because of her great flexibility. Hun training does help later in life after all. She could feel his body and its warmth through the blankets and pillows that covered her; her smirk reappeared on her face. Instead of responding, Elizaveta's legs overpowered his hands, in which the Hungarian was able to cause the both of them spin around; taking advantage of the spin, Elizaveta jumped over the sofa and landed on her feet, her hands on the sofa during the entire stunt. "Try it, and you'll see what happens."
But oh, god, how she wanted to close the gap between their faces just then.
Mathias burst out into laughter. "Two birds with one stone...interesting." Feminists, gotta love them.
The Viking felt the sudden overpowerment and was surprised by the Hun's stunt, landing with an ooff on the sofa. Oh, you're in for it now. There was nothing stopping the Dane's mischief at this point...especially after being that close. His voice was muffled due to the pillows. "Mmhmm."
He turned around and propped himself up by his elbows, just enough so that he could make direct eye contact with Elizaveta, and grinned. "Try it?" He jested. "Is that an invitation?" His eyes were alight with the devilish glint, the intoxicated (and intoxicating) devilish glint. Mathias had to try his best to suppress his Viking instincts.
But hell, how badly he wanted to just pull her against him.
Elizaveta did not approve of Mathias' height. Even on the sofa, he could match her height (or stand even taller). Even so, she was enjoying their play too much. I don't ever think I've done this before - if I have, then it's been a long while. She kept her eye contact with the Viking, not only because she wanted to, but also because she couldn't seem to escape it. One of her hands released the sofa and her index finger was placed under his chin, drawing his head toward hers. Her voice was smooth, soft, and again seductive as she replied, "If that's the way you want to take it." From where she stood, she could smell the odor of beer as well as Mathias' own house scent, which she found so pleasing to breathe in. I'm terribly drunk.
Mathias narrowed his eyes as he let himself be drawn towards the Hungarian. He felt a tingling sensation run down his spine as she spoke. Okay, either the alcohol is getting to me or her...or both. He responded in an equally smooth and seductive voice, this time accompanied with a sly smile. "Maybe I do." His gaze continued to lock with Elizaveta's as he let himself get lost in the green sea. "It's a tempting invitation, y'know." He snickered. The Dane was fully enjoying himself-the game the two of them were playing had fully awakened him, an unknown energy fueling him. I am so going to get a terrible hangover.
Elizaveta cocked her head to the side slightly, making her brown hair dangle a bit, and this time bent further in towards him, her lips only a few centimeters away from his. His snicker was so irresistible that she had to answer in some way - verbally or physically. She was whispering now, seeing no point in talking with a normal voice. "I can tell, Mathias. But it's still up to you if you want to call me a whore." Her smirk widened, waiting for Mathias' response.
Mathias breathed in the Hungarian's scent, the sweet smell of the grasslands and forests mixed with wine, which only became stronger as her hair dangled to the side. Her lips were so close-too close. He shifted himself, ever so slightly, so that he could free a hand to bring up to Elizaveta's face, tracing a finger down her cheek. His whisper was filled with lust. "You are a whore. A terrible, teasing, goddamn whore."
With that, he took the risk. The Viking closed the distance between them, pulling her down to him and smirking against her lips. I am so dead.
Elizaveta narrowed her eyes to glance at his hand, but allowed him to stroke her. When was the last time Roderich did this? Smiling at his words, the Hungarian was about to respond until his lips locked in with hers, making something click in her brain; her eyes momentarily stared at him in surprise, but Elizaveta eventually returned the kiss, tasting both wine and beer on Mathias' mouth. She was strangely greedy and kept herself locked into the kiss for another few seconds, taking advantage of what she had now, until Elizaveta suddenly released it, grasped Mathias' arm, and threw him down onto the floor on her side of the sofa. Quickly, she sat down on his stomach and leaned forward, setting her elbows on his chest, her chin resting on her intertwined hands.
"What was that?" Elizaveta said, with a smirk.
Mathias wasn't expecting the Hungarian to kiss back, but to his pleasure she did, and kept it up. And she's damn good. The Dane was throughly enjoying himself, her taste sweet. But then the Hun broke the kiss and threw him down. "Ooff." It took him a few seconds to regain his breath, and a few more to realize that Elizaveta was now on top of him. Due to the pull on his shirt, the first couple of buttons on Mathias's shirt ripped apart. He drunk in the scene before smirking back at her. Lovely.
"What did you think it was?" He teased, keeping his eyes locked with the woman on top of him.
Elizaveta was unable to keep her eyes away from his shirt for what seemed like a minute because of her drunken state. She then returned Mathias' look and snickered. "The best compliment I have received in my entire life." Her voice was heavy with sarcasm. Her finger then moved down to trace circles on the naked skin at his collarbone while her eyes followed the tracing. She could feel the strength of Mathias' body just through that small section of his chest, knowing that his body surely had the potential to murder - and did as a Viking.
Again, her mouth begged for yet another kiss. Kissing him is like drinking alcohol - once you start, you can never stop, she admitted to herself. Roderich would have killed her if he found out about any of this, but ignored it; she was loving this play too much. Her lower jaw shifted slightly, possibly preparing for another one. Just in case. "And may I ask why you did that?" Elizaveta questioned him, referring to the kiss.
The Viking's smirk widened as he noticed what the Hun was focused on. "I wouldn't be surprised." Mathias jested. He watched Elizaveta's eyes trace the movements of her finger, which tingled his skin. She's such a tease. He realized himself how intimate they had gotten, but it was too much fun. And hell to Roderich. He actually smirked at the idea of the Austrian ever finding out.
He longed to taste her again, feeling more intoxicated than he already was from the kiss. "Did what?" he snickered, shooting her a look of utter innocence. They had already gone this far, there was no point in holding back. Mathias lifted his right hand to brush away Elizaveta's hair, cradling her cheek, while his other hand lightly traced up her thigh to rest on her back. "...This?" He pulled her down once more, slightly lifting his own head, and pressed his lips against hers. His tongue slid across her soft lips, begging for entry, as his left hand traced up her back.
Elizaveta's smirk swiftly curved down into a frown. He must be joking. She couldn't tell if Mathias really was holding her cheek - either he really was or he wasn't because she was just too drunk - but then felt a light touch on her thigh and, eventually, a hold onto her back. No, I'm not hallucinating. The Hungarian leaned forward more, shifting her legs so that she would be in a more comfortable position, and placed both of her hands on Mathias' body to keep herself from collapsing again.
However, Elizaveta was then pulled down, causing her body to crush against her awkwardly bent arms and the man's chest as she added more pressure into the second kiss Mathias had given her. Her brain seemed to click again, yet she was disappointed that Mathias drew away so quickly. Even so, Mathias moistening her lips made up for that disappointment, though goosebumps flooded over her skin and a blush swept across her face. "Yes, that." She looked out from the corner of her eyes to glance at the position of Mathias' left hand, hoping that Mathias wasn't (or maybe was?) going for what she thought he was.
Mathias felt the Hungarian's hands on his chest, which felt cool and gentle against his hard muscles. The Dane couldn't recall the last time he had the sensation he was feeling now. The Viking in him longed for more, much more. At this point, it was hard to resist. The two of them were drunk, on the ground, one on top of another. Who could blame me?
He smiled at Elizaveta, licking his own lips to savor her taste. Mathias could feel her goosebumps and the heat radiating from her blush. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, his eyes wandering down to her neck and back to her eyes. His left hand began to twirl her hair, wrapping it in the thick softness. "That," He smirked, his voice devilishly sweet. He lifted his head, so that his mouth was near her ear, and whispered. "...was a sample of Danish dessert."
Elizaveta felt safer - just a little safer - that his left hand started toying with her voluminous hair. But at the same time, she wanted it as much as a man in a desert was thirsting for water. Here, she could keep her good reputation alive...or destroy it. Her hands slid down Mathias' body, not necessarily loosening any articles of clothing, so that they rested beside her legs.
She was debating; hesitating.
Elizaveta then returned to the teasing atmosphere surrounding the two, a smirk decorating her face again. "If that was dessert," she began, "then what happened to dinner?" Her left hand reached up to lightly grasp Mathias' right one, her fingers dancing gently around his like a spider's legs. Her head also turned towards Mathias, the crook of her nose against his neck, a position in which she could no longer see his face.
Mathias let out a deep breath as the Hungarian's hands slid down his body. It was slowly becoming harder and harder to control himself. Oh hell...
The skin on his hand tingled as Elizaveta's fingers danced on it. The feel of her lean, feminine fingers against his more calloused ones was pleasuring. Mathias felt a shiver run down his spine, feeling her warm breath against his collarbone. He breathed in her scent once more before responding, his voice again full of lust. "Who needs dinner?" His left hand continued to toy with her hair, but brushed upon the upper part of her back several times.
Elizaveta felt Mathias' body tingle, assuming that he was either scared or struggling to resist her. She couldn't blame him; she wanted to do something...something bad, something terrible, something sinful. Suddenly thinking about Roderich and her womanly side, she continued fighting back her lust, but remained in the same position. Mathias' scent wasn't helping either.
Her shoulders twitched every time Mathias' hand poked her back, dreading that he may take some sort of action but, again, she wished that he did. Elizaveta laughed, then slowly moved her right hand up to his cheek as she traced up his body with the tips of her fingers. She continued exploring, "What would be dinner?"
Mathias inhaled sharply at the feel of Elizaveta's fingers on his body, and then slowly let it out again as her hand came to rest on his cheek. He could feel her twitching at his own touches, and moved his hand so that his fingers lightly traced circles where her neck met her back, still entangled in her hair. He wondered about their situation-only for a few seconds-but it was enough for him to fantasize Roderich's outrage. He felt terrible for wanting it, but at the same time...he loved it.
He brought his focus back to the Hungarian. He smirked, taking his hand off of her cheek and placing it over her hand. He took her hand and placed it closer to his mouth, so that she could feel his breath on the palm of it. "Anything." His response was simple, a single word, but his whisper was dangerously seductive.
Elizaveta smiled devilishly when she heard Mathias inhale - so he was having difficulties holding himself back after all. Feeling the circles on the border of her neck and back, her back curved inward, pressing against Mathias' body as she herself took a breath. Another breath was released when she could feel his air patterns upon saying that single word, her hand twitching once. She then lifted up her head a few inches to get a glimpse of his expression, then straightened up to meet him face to face. Her head felt sickening heavy.
"Anything, huh?" the Hun questioned him as her deep green eyes looked away. There was a moment of silence until she wondered about this...situation. "Tell me - is this all real, or are we just completely drunk?"
Fuck. Elizaveta wasn't making things any easier by pressing up against him. His desire for her was ripping up his insides as he still tried to stay in control. He looked up at her, his neck feeling empty as the cool air of the room replaced the Hungarian's warmth. The scents still overwhelmed him-the wine, the beer, the sweetness that was Elizaveta-and his mind blurred for a few seconds, before regaining focus. If I get out of this alive...
"Anything." He repeated, smirking. He watched the Hun avert her gaze. His eyes narrowed at her question, which surprised him. He realized that he himself didn't really know at this point. I want her, he thought, but is it only because of the alcohol? Mathias remained silent for a while, trying to find an answer. He tried to think of how he normally felt towards the Hungarian, but it was no use-the alcohol had taken it's toll, and it only gave him a headache.
He finally responded, with a whisper that was full of uncertainty. "Good question." He paused. He placed his finger under Elizaveta's chin, forcing her to look at him, direct-eye contact. "What do you want it to be?"
Elizaveta waited anxiously for his reply. However, his ambiguous response frustrated her; she was tired (and drunk) to begin with and now she was involving herself with something that may change - or ruin - her life forever. The same thing could happen to Mathias.
Her head was still and faced Mathias, this time continuing to keep eye contact with him. His blue eyes, even when it was so undeniable in every way, were telling her that he was being honest. She frowned. "How the hell should I know?" Her hand patiently crawled down the Viking's face and neck, again using spider like motions with her fingers, and settled at his shoulder, watching for Mathias' reaction.
Mathias' skin shivered under her touch. Her teasing didn't help, and he forced himself to continue looking up at her, not leaving the Hun's eyes. Hell, as if I know either. He blinked a few times, thinking carefully-or as carefully as he could-before responding. His thumb slowly circled her cheek and brushed her bottom lip. He brought himself up just a bit, his eyes focused.
"The better question, it seems, would be do you want it to be real?" His voice was low, but serious. Mathias didn't know what he wanted in response to his question, but he waited anxiously for her reply.
Elizaveta ceased teasing him, now that she was finding it hard to think and, again, to stay awake. It probably took her a minute to unscramble her thoughts and think logically, then she finally answered, "I don't know." The frown on her face attempted to tell the Nordic that she wasn't kidding around. She highly valued Roderich's friendship, and for her to get into something like this with a nation he loathed at the moment would crush it. But Mathias - she didn't seem to be able to let go of him. He had most of Roderich's personality when he was normal...as a nice bonus, he was hell of a seductive and entertaining man when drunk...
A smirk came upon her face as she asked him, "Do you?" Her bandaged hand started outlining his visible collarbone, initiating her teasing again.
Mathias let out a sigh. He could tell that Elizaveta was being honest with her response. She's probably thinking about Roderich... He mentally scowled. Why was it that he always had to be compared to someone? He shoved the question aside, concentrating back on Elizaveta. He could sense the gears in her brain turning as she thought about the situation. He wondered himself...he had never gotten close to a nation like this before. He had always found the Hungarian to be attractive, but never thought more of it. But now, there she was. In his house. On top of me.
Mathias laughed softly as the Hun started to play with him again. Oh god, she's torturing me. He started toying with her hair again, and he returned Elizaveta's smirk. "What if I said I did?"
Elizaveta's brain seemed to be pleased with Mathias' laugh. It was heartwarming, but somehow so cruel at the same time. If that's the way I think of his laugh, then I'm most likely falling for him. Out of all people and places...pray to God that I'm drunk and I'll forget all of this tomorrow morning. The Hungarian finally replied in a manner that was too careless for any good. "If you did, then I would probably get into a hell lot of trouble and get killed." Setting aside the hypothetical situation, she asked him again, "But do you really?"
Mathias narrowed his eyes at the Hungarian's response. If she's going to put it in those terms, I think I just want her more for the danger of it. He closed his eyes for a few moments, contemplating her repeated question. He didn't know what it was that he was feeling, but he just couldn't get Elizaveta off of his mind. Her voice, her touch, her everything. She had him hooked.
"Get killed," he murmured. He opened his eyes, looking straight into those of belong to the Hun. "Why? Aren't you independent? Can't you do what you want to do? You sound as if you're still a territory that needs permission to do anything." His tone was a mix of teasing and seriousness. He really did wonder what caused the Hun, who was always so proud, to go back to thinking about what others would say to her.
Mathias averted his gaze. "Maybe I do." He tried his best to make his voice sound indifferent, but wasn't sure how successful it was.
Elizaveta took another long moment to think. "Of course I'm independent. What I mean is..." She paused, a little worried what Mathias would react if she said this. "I may get killed by other nations if they found out that we got into this...relationship." She tried her best to make it sound like she wasn't mainly talking about Roderich - what about the other Nordics? How would they respond to this? She shook her head, trying to get that thought about the future out of her head.
Elizaveta's eyes widened in surprise. Naturally, she thought that every single time a man got drunk and started toying around with a girl, it was a one time thing - one night stand. Or was he just too drunk to honestly state his opinion? However, his eyes seemed to tell the truth; now she was just scared for her life. Out of all people and places... she thought again, more viciously. Her eyes turned serious, realizing what she was getting herself into. But she was confused - incredibly confused. Being drunk didn't help her sort out her thoughts at all. ...Dammit.
Out of nowhere, Elizaveta closed the distance between them, her lips desperately contacting his, as if to search for the right answer even if it wasn't the best method. Her hands slid over and past Mathias' shoulders, her arms surrounding his neck and one of her hands tugging at his golden-blonde hair.
"What would cause them to kill you?" his voice was full of curiosity, trying to decode Elizaveta's words. He searched her face, and noticed her response to his words. She looked like she was thinking the same things Mathias was thinking. What mess have I gotten myself into? He tried to think of a response, to question her further, see more into her mind.
But before he could, Mathias felt the Hungarian's lips pressed against his. He was surprised, not foreseeing the action at all, and it took him a few seconds to realize that her arms were around his neck. The Dane closed his eyes and moaned softly in response to the tugging of his hair and placed his arms around the Hun, his hands dragging down her back as he returned the kiss. His senses were flooded with the scent of the woman, and he absorbed it happily as he deepened the kiss.
Elizaveta allowed herself and Mathias to engage themselves further into the kiss until something - as if God momentarily came down to her - said, You're in for a lot of trouble. She abruptly tore away from Mathias' lips, her eyes quite wide and staring in great fear. "Please tell me I'm drunk," she whispered ever so quietly, a headache immediately infecting her head like a disease. Her hands retreated to grip her head in an attempt to alleviate the headache, but obviously didn't help.
Quickly, she wobbled onto her feet, her hands still on her head, completely stunned by her epiphany. Elizaveta began to amble aimlessly and drunkly. What...what would become of Roderich? Maybe he was right - I shouldn't have...shouldn't have even invited Mathias to my house. Maybe there was a good reason to adhere to the "rules" of a woman. Elizaveta tripped herself somehow, but luckily a wall had caught her shoulder, and stood there idly.
Mathias was surprised by the sudden end to the kiss, much like the sudden start of it. He looked up into her shocked eyes. Great. He twitched at her words and watched her get up. His vision blurred, sending the Hungarian out of focus and in focus as she wobbled back and forth. He slowly got up into a sitting position, his eyes trailing her movements. Sitting there, he too noticed the risky situation they were in. What would the others say? They probably wouldn't even care. Mathias glanced at the numerous framed photos of the Nordics. No. Not at all. They never do.
The Viking had never felt so indecisive in his life. Should he get up to comfort the Hun, or remain seated, silent? After a few minutes, Mathias finally got up, though slowly. He scanned the room, then took a few steps towards Elizaveta, but not too close. Bracing himself, he finally managed to say something.
"Eli..."
Elizaveta, suddenly shifting from her drunken, teasing self to her normal self, uttered, "I'm sorry, Mathias. I think I need to sleep; that's probably the reason why I'm getting this headache." Her hands finally released her head and fell down to her sides. Hoping that Mathias wouldn't become too concerned about her strange change in behavior, the Hungarian turned around and walked toward the sofa, thinking that it would be the fastest way to get herself to sleep (those pillows and blankets were so tempting).
Mathias simply stared at Elizaveta. Exhaustion seemed to have finally caught up with her, he could see that easily. But he knew that she was also trying to avoid what had just happened between the two of them. A part of the Dane's head also began to ache, though subtly. He shook his head. Mathias couldn't let things go that easily. No, he argued, this Viking is what won't let go so easily.
But he had to control himself. One wrong move and he could ruin their relations forever. "Of course." he managed to force out, though detached of emotion. Mathias wanted badly just to grab her arm and pull the Hun towards him again, so badly. He gritted his teeth. Goddammit, now I'm just tormenting myself.
The Hungarian sighed deeply. She stood behind the sofa for a few more minutes, pondering about what had just happened; Elizaveta didn't deny that she greatly enjoyed it, but was she truly this kind of person - a whore who simply loved to play around with men? Or was she really starting to fall for this Viking? Roderich still held her heart, but in a different way. She owed a lot to him, but then Mathias...If anything, his affection is much more genuine. Elizaveta suddenly gave up on her thoughts and figured that she should just sleep to forget about this...hopefully. She then moved over to the arm of the sofa and let herself fall backwards onto the pile of blankets and pillows, in which her conscious died and sleep took over.
Mathias watched the Hungarian until she fell asleep. He slowly combed a hand through his hair, letting out a deep breath. He looked around at the room. His body was threatening to shut down on him as exhaustion took over. Mathias picked up the empty bottles and tossed them into the recycling bin while storing away the ones that were still usable. He placed a hand on the back of his neck as he scanned the room once more. Seeing everything was as clean as it could be at the moment, he started walking to a sofa in the corner of the room, a bit further off from where the Hungarian lay.
On his way, he carefully removed one of the blankets that Elizaveta was on top of and draped it over her body. The Viking stood back up, his eyes sweeping over the sleeping woman once more before he turned to the other sofa. He flung himself on to it, letting out another sigh. He glared at the ceiling, thinking. What am I doing. And then everything went black.
A/N:
EHEHEHE, THIS CHAPTER.
This chapter is probably the one that will make many fall in love with this pairing...or not. Depends on the person.
Also, we decided to combine this chapter with the next one, because the original chapter 8 would have been too short. Be happy. :'D
It's very obvious that both Hungary's Hun and Denmark's Viking sides come out in this chapter. It might seem like it makes them (or just Hungary?) pretty out of character, which we think can be disapproved of, but...we personally think that's the way they should act when they're in Hun!/Viking!mode. Though we've been told they aren't OOC at all so. . .that's good to know. :'D
Also, lots of mood swings. We know that we keep doing this throughout the RP -we're not too fond of the mood swings, but they have/Hungary has a good reason to have them in our opinion.
