The two men walked back to their hotel in an uncomfortable silence. Lithuania would speak to the Russian excitedly in hopes of gaining his attention, but the man was lost in thought, humming slightly to acknowledge the other's words without ever actually hearing them. Lithuania slumped slightly after a couple failed attempts as his legs strode as quickly as they could, aching with strain from trying to match the other's pace without jogging. They walked the last couple blocks in complete silence, Lithuania plotting another attempt to gather the other man's attention while Russia walked, his manic violet eyes trained straight ahead of him. They reached the hotel soon after and Lithuania strode ahead to grab the door and open it before the Russian was forced to break stride.

Unlike the other nations, Russia always chose the cheapest hotel nearby, not to be miserly, but because he enjoyed the relaxed, impersonal atmosphere. There is much attention paid to those in fancy hotels: Sir, would you care for room service? Is your room accommodating enough? But workers in the cheaper hotels are far less interested in you due to both your and their lack of apparent wealth. No one spoke in rushed tones to avoid awakening the people in the room next door and house cleaning never knocked, let alone visited, even if you begged. Yes, here Russia could relax. Not a soul would worry about the man screaming to himself at four in the morning-people minded their own business out of apathy and self-preservation.

Lithuania unlocked the door for Russia with his spare key and attempted to push it open but it was stuck. The frame had been built catawampus, so the top of the door would stick, only to be forced open. Russia obliged, shoving it open and walked inside, taking his key from Lithuania's hand and casually slamming the door behind him… in Lithuania's face.

"Mr. Russia?" Russia looked out the missing peephole playfully, his eye apparent from the other side of the hole.

"Who is it~?" He sang.

"Uhmm… it's me. You left me outside…"

"Hmm… I did. But if I remember correctly, your room is next door…"

"It is… B-But sir, I was hoping… Would you mind if I came in for a while?"

"That kind of defeats the purpose of getting you your own room, doesn't it?"

"…yes, I suppose…" Lithuania muttered sadly in defeat. Russia chuckled to himself, his smile never quite reaching his eyes, and opened the door.

"Come on, now." Lithuania stepped excitedly into the filthy room, closing the door behind him as Russia walked over to his mysteriously stained bed and flopped down, spread eagle. The bed creaked loudly in complaint at the large man who suddenly thrust himself upon it, but the man paid it no attention, closing his eyes. Lithuania stared awkwardly for a moment, his palms sweating. He stepped reluctantly toward the bed, staring down at Russia expectantly before seating himself delicately on the edge. The bed tipped precariously. Lithuania continued to stare at Russia until he turned his head toward him, one eye peeking open slightly.

"Did you come here to stare at me?" The brown-haired man flushed, turning to face the yellowing floral wallpaper.

"N-No."

"I could still get to sleep, I suppose, but I hardly see the value." Lithuania gave him a meaningful look, his eyes roaming across the larger man's form. Russia followed his gaze, glancing up at Lithuania with an eyebrow raised. "May I help you?" he asked, slightly losing his patience with the other man.

Lithuania's eyes bore into his own as his hand moved toward the larger man's back. His blue eyes sparkled with fear and excitement, adrenaline and arousal rushing through his body. Russia made no move to stop him, expecting the other man to retract himself and leave at any moment. Lithuania pushed further. His fingers trembled violently as they moved slowly down the Russian's back, slowing with reluctance before reaching the curve of the Russian's butt.

He forced himself further, not expecting another chance as Russia watched him with a growing intensity. Lithuania wrapped his hand around the larger man's hip bone, nudging it slightly to encourage him to roll over. Russia complied, his eyes completely focused on the other man's face which had turned to stare at his body. The hand became two as they unbuttoned his large winter jacket, slowly slipping out one button at a time. His breath hitched once he reached the buttons across Russia's crotch, but he pushed onward, his face flushed and his breathing heavy. His hands snaked nervously into the large man's jacket and gently pushed them apart, hands careful as a surgeon's, cutting away the skin to reveal what lie beneath.

His eyes explored the other man's chest, muscles apparent through the thin white fabric of his undershirt. Russia's chest rose gently with every breath, and Lithuania placed his palm upon it to feel the movement. The skin underneath radiated warmth and he could feel the beating of the other's heart, quickened with excitement. Russia slowly slipped his jacket the rest of the way off of his shoulders and let it lie beneath him as Lithuania grabbed the hem of his shirt, raising it slowly. Russia removed the shirt the rest of the way after Liet had raised it to his armpits. He stared down in excited wonder, his hands running cold circles around the man's pectorals leaving goose bumps where he touched. He leaned forward slowly, his breaths tickling the other's chest, warm and wet until something even warmer wrapped around a nipple. Russia's eyes softened slightly, his hips shifting subconsciously as Lithuania sucked gently on the nub. His ministrations continued, becoming increasingly bold, soon licking and even biting the tender skin. Russia reacted by weaving his fingers into the smaller man's dark hair and pulling back.

"You know I won't be gentle…" Russia growled, his voice deep with arousal. Lithuania stared up, his eyes darkened with determination.

"I know." He said confidently. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Mr. Russia."