To everyone who reviews:

I love you. Seriously. Like, marriage and shit. Let's do this.

The morning came slowly to the sleeping men, as Lithuania slept off the vast amounts of alcohol and America finally slept after hours of ridiculous planning and worry. For some reason, he was completely submersed in a dream where he was fighting giant robots away from the princess Lithuania when he was awakened by frantic shuffling. He rolled over with a groan, his head fuzzy with sleep and one eye blurred open. Before him was the topless Lithuania fighting his shirt off of a hanger in the closet. America's brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to piece together where he was and how this ridiculous situation fit in his seemingly rational dream. As he awakened, the dream became less rational and the situation before him became more so, eventually bordering on painful and sad.

He hadn't considered how Lithuania would feel, exposed as he was when he had removed the man's shirt. At the time he had been quite drunk and considered it an act of kindness, but now it seemed as though he had displayed something private and painful out in the open as the brunette desperately fought to hide it away. He closed his blurry eye and relaxed back in to the couch, ignoring the other man's frustration as he quickly buttoned his shirt. He pretended not to hear the nervous breathing of the other man and waiting until the man was comfortably clad to shift again.

Brown hair whipped around in shock, his shoulders only relaxing slightly when he found the other man asleep. He brushed invisible dirt off of his shirt in an effort to regain his dignity and walked over to the couch. He cleared his throat quietly in hopes of awakening the larger man from his slumber.

"Uhmm… America? Are you awake?" The other man continued to ignore his calling so he turned away and concentrated completely on making coffee. America listened to the sounds of the other man, his breath finally stable, even peaceful as he engaged in the mundane chore. The coffeemaker burbled contentedly at the attention and spat out a wonderful smell accompanied by a hideous sludge it liked to believe was coffee. The maker was cheap, but even it deserved better than the manure with which it was forced to work.

America, however, sniffed happily. The smell of coffee was practically as much of a staple in his country as cheese was to France and pasta to Italy. A day just wasn't a day if it didn't begin with a potent brew. Feeling that it was an appropriate time to get up and tempted by the smell (more the latter than the former), America sat up on the couch, groaning and rubbing his head in a great act of being horribly hung over. He looked up at the smaller man's face and grinned deeply when he noticed heavy crease lines etched into his cheek from the pillow. The man's life may not be perfect, but America was proud to say that he had at least given the man a damn good night of sleep… (or maybe that was the booze…) Regardless, America stood and snuck up behind the smaller man, looming over him for quite some time before the other sighed without turning around.

"America, I lived with Russia for years. I could sense a lumbering man like yourself from a mile away." America laughed despite the darker message hidden in his response.

"Ahaha! I never was much of a stealth agent. I've got some damn good ones, but me? I'll always be a man for shotguns." Lithuania looked at him with one eyebrow raised.

"That's a… charming sentiment." They stood silently for a moment before Lithuania grabbed the handle of the pot and poured the steaming mess in to one of the complimentary mugs. He placed the cups in America's grabby hands and then moved on to pour his own. The blonde drank with a quiet peace, enjoying the warmth washing through his mouth, while Lithuania took a sip and coughed slightly.

"Isn't hotel coffee supposed to be pretty decent?" At this America looked at him incredulously before laughing.

"We're in England, man. I'm just happy that there is coffee. I swear… I wouldn't put it past Iggy to ban coffee in his country… though I doubt he's ever giving me tea again…" Lithuania laughed awkwardly at this, unsure of the tension remaining from the conflict. He wasn't too involved in the young nation's politics at the time, but he'd have to live under a rock to not notice the tensions between England and America from time to time. As the awkward silence became increasingly awkward and silent he decided that it was time for him to go. He poured the coffee out in the sink and threw the cup away while America stared at the wall, reminiscing.

"I should really be going. I've got paperwork that I should be starting on…" America looked at him for a moment before his expression became bright. He wandered off to his bedside and grabbed a couple of Aspirin and poured them generously into the other man's hand.

"Enjoy them. Considering how much you drank last night and how much you usually drink, you're going to need them. Especially in the streets of London… those fussy Brits…" Lithuania smiled appreciatively and swallowed two dry before heading toward the door. He stood in front of it for a moment before turning back to look at America.

"You didn't uhm…" he tried, looking down and rubbing his arms uncomfortably. America relaxed himself allowing his face to remain neutral and slightly curious. "Uhh… never mind."

"Alright, then." Lithuania turned back and walked out the door. America caught it before it closed and leaned out with a smile.

"You know I'm always here for you, right? I may not make many friends, but the ones I do are damn precious to me." Lithuania's face heated and he refused to look the other in the eye.

"Y-Yeah. Thanks, America."

"No prob."

It was like four in the morning when I wrote my first comment. Could anyone tell?