Disclaimer: I don't own APH or "Hey, Soul Sister" by Train.
AN: Here's a songfic for Nima Loves You. In all honesty, the song and the story really don't have much to do with each other, but the beat/tone match sort of. Listen to the song. I'm so addicted to it. It's making me happy even though I have to go to school tomorrow!
Hey hey hey
"Hey? Liet? You awake?"
"Mm…Five more minutes…"
Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains
It took a second to register. Who was he with? Lithuania did not recall what had transpired the night before. And for some reason, his brain was sticking and he couldn't place the voice.
I knew I wouldn't forget you
And so I went and let you blow my mind
When he opened his eyes, he was alone, the bathroom door closed. Shoot. He couldn't remember what had happened last night. He had a pretty good idea of what had happened, seeing as he was naked and in bed and there were scattered clothes everywhere—
Your sweet moving
The smell of you in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided you're the one I have decided
Who's one of my kind?
Liet jumped out of bed, picking up the clothes. Unfortunately, only his clothes were on the ground. The person he'd been with had picked up theirs when they'd gotten up. Lithuania pulled on some pants, but couldn't locate a shirt and didn't feel like going through his drawers while he was having a bit of a crisis. He slumped against the wall, head in his hands.
Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair you know
Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do tonight
Hey hey hey
What had happened yesterday?
Liet remember the plane had landed yesterday morning, around ten. He'd gone to the hotel room, where he was now, unpacked, and then went to the conference.
Just in time, I'm so glad you have a one track mind let me
You gave my life direction
America had been pushing this concept of building a superhero robot that would save the world and wouldn't let anyone interrupt him. After England had unsuccessfully tried to shut him up, Russia had stepped in, with that creepy grin.
Liet shivered, remembering that. It reminded him of when he'd been stuck working under Ivan.
A game show love connection, we can't deny
I'm so obsessed
My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest
I believe in you, like a virgin, you're Madonna
And I'm always going to want to blow your mind
Ivan used to beat them all, the Baltics. He'd be grinning before and afterwards, looking like a happy, innocent toddler. There was a bounce in his step afterwards, like he was hearing music that the rest of them couldn't hear. Liet would pick himself together first. Estonia usually would need some time alone to pull himself together. Liet would go to Latvia, help him stand up. He'd take care of Latvia, laughing it off if Latvia pointed out Liet's bruises. Usually by then Estonia had pulled himself together and would come and join them. Things would go back to normal, the three of them taking care of house. Ivan would be kinder afterwards, most of the time, almost loving before the whole process started again.
Liet then realized that the shower had turned on while he'd been remembering. He still had no clue who was in the bathroom.
Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair you know
Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do tonight
Fuck. Well, what else had happened?
Russia had tossed Alfred over his shoulder and left the room. The conference continued, Alfred and Ivan rejoining the conference thirty or so minutes afterwards. Both Italys had started talking about something, but Liet had been distracted by…by what? A person, he was fairly sure, but who? Well, anyways.
Well you can cut a rug
Watching you is the only drug I need
They'd all gone out drinking afterwards! That's what had happened!
Hang on, had he been drugged?
So gangster, I'm so thug
You're the only one I'm dreaming of
No, Liet was pretty sure he was just hung over, a little. He had never had a good tolerance for alcohol, something he had found out while doing shots with Ivan and Prussia during the 1940s. He still didn't know precisely what had happened after he'd passed out. Apparently, Ivan and Prussia had tied in the drinking contest.
You see I can be myself now finally
In fact there's nothing I can't be
I want the world to see you'll be with me
Concentrating hard, he could just barely remember flirting with someone. They'd gone out to the dance floor and then left…
He really couldn't remember much more. He looked up. The room was lit with the light golden glow of sunrise. The radio was on, playing something upbeat, but not overpowering; something gentle that lightened the mood. He really hoped whoever it was, it wouldn't be serious.
Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair you know
The bathroom door swung open, steam billowing out. Liet could hear the water running. His eyes were fixed on the doorway. Who had it been?
Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do tonight
Hey soul sister, I don't want to miss a single thing you do tonight
Hey hey hey (tonight)
Hey hey hey (tonight)
"Hey babe. You're finally awake. You want to join me?"
Liet scrambled to his feet. "O-Of course, Feliks."
AN: -_-' I've got cabin fever and decided to write something happy and cute, ok? :D
