Chapter 13

~Year 2010, 7th of June

I have someone's arm draped over my waist. It's probably Mathias's or Stockholm's, seeing that they both snuggle - when they're asleep - with the person closest to them. Though, the arm feels a bit too skinny for it to be Mathias. I blink a few times, to get adjusted to the bright light shining directly in my face. I can't see who's hugging me in their sleep, but it's definitely not Mathias.

'If I only could get my glasses on...' Yes, I'm nearly blind without them, though I'm not alone. Multiple times, Stockholm and I have walked into walls or pillars because we didn't wear our glasses.

'What happened yesterday?' I have a splitting headache, and I have a slight suspicion against the bottle of Vodka Mathias brought yesterday. We probably got drunk, all six of us. Then I remember what happened. First we ate some dinner, then we drank about six bottles of that damned Vodka. I slightly recall Lukas singing Fairytale with Emil, Mathias falling asleep on the kitchen table, Stockholm stripping and Fin listening to Hardrock Hallelujah. It couldn't get worse.

Or maybe it could. The memories are flooding back now, making me remember something that would've made a normal person blush furiously. Fin hugged me when he entered my house, and then, after a few more bottles of Vodka, he kissed me. On my lips!

Please don't tell me...

I look down on the person next to me, and if I thought yesterday was bad, this day is even worse, even if it's only morning. Fin I hugging me in his sleep, using my arm as a pillow, and burying his face in my chest. Only now I notice that I'm sleeping on my own bed. And it gets worse. We're both completely naked, me being hard due to my normal wet dreams.

'Oh god, please don't wake up!' I silently pray, whilst trying to remove Fin's arm. It would've been easier to make America to stop calling himself the hero. I struggle for a few minutes, finally breaking free from his grip. I look around the room, but I can't find my clothes. Either they're in the living room or in my closet.

Trying not to wake anyone up, I walk towards my living room, seeing that it's more likely my clothes are there, than them being in the closet. When I enter the room, I relax a bit, since nobody's there yet. I quickly gather my clothes - wonder why they're there, hope I didn't start stripping like Stockholm - and then put them on. I also find my glasses there.

I make some coffee, seeing that the house would get destroyed if Fin, Lukas and Stockholm don't get any. I also put some bread in the toaster and place some jam, cheese and ham on the table.

"Slept good?" I freeze, recognizing Stockholm's voice immediately. If I know her right, she probably had a finger in whatever happened when I fell asleep.

"Maybe, can't remember anything." I try my best sounding like nothing happened, but Stockholm knows me too well.

"Really, because when I woke up, you and Tino were sleeping soundly in your bed... naked. Or that's only what I can guess, since your clothes were on the floor in the living room." Fan*! I never should've underestimated how early she wakes up. I look at the clock and see that it's 7:36 in the morning. She probably woke up half an hour ago. I start feeling warm in my face, and take a chance, otherwise I'll never know.

"D-did... anything happen yesterday?"

She puts down the cup of hot chocolate she has in her hand - don't ask me why she's drinking that in the summer - and then faces me with both her body and face.

"No, nothing happened, though... that is if you call hickeys nothing..." She gives a meaning look towards my neck and continues, with her dialect and all.

"Ya might wanna cover that up, Sverige." She chuckles a bit and goes back into the living room.

I glance towards the spoon in my hand - I used it to measure the amount of coffee I needed - and see a trail of hickeys going from my ear to my chest. I also see a furious blush on my cheeks.

I take nearest scarf - which happens to be the one Stockholm had yesterday - and do my best to cover the hickeys with it. Now I really want to remember what happened yesterday. Either it was a complete disaster, or a complete success.

XxXxX

Da-da-dam... Cliffhanger.

Happy birthday to me~

Happy birthday to me~

Happy birthday dear ThatSwedishPerson~

Happy birthday to me~

L-leaving my celebrating behind, what did ya think about this chapter? And who do you think made the hickeys?

Fan = fuck in Swedish

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