"Alfred! Ah...America!! Hn..." Toris twisted in his sleep, wrapping the blankets about him as he called out. He sat up suddenly waking and panted for breath. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, waves of pleasure still washing over him from the dream he had just left. A throbbing was slowly dissipating below and as he started to catch his breath he became aware of a sticky wetness.
"Hey Toris, you awake? Are ya all right? I heard you calling so..." Alfred said shyly as he walked to the edge of the bed and sat there.
"I-I'm fine, just a dream...I'm fine now though!" Toris said pulling his legs up and bunching the blankets around him hoping desperately that nothing was visible to make the situation he was in apparent.
"You sure?" America asked softly as he reached across the bed and pushed back a few strands of hair that had been clinging to the light sweat on Toris' face. Toris gasped quietly at the touch, his entire body still felt ultra sensitive.
"I can stay with you if ya want..." America's eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and he could see color that tinted the brunettes' face, the thin layer of sweat that covered him glistening in the soft light that flooded in from the hallway.
"N-No thank you! Really, I'm fine now..." Toris stuttered and squeaked out in spite of his body screaming for him to say yes. Alfred leaned over and touched his arm reassuringly before getting back up.
"Just remember you can tell me if ya need anything, 'kay?" Toris nodded silently and Alfred left to return to his own bed. Lithuania sighed with relief, glad that his humiliation had at least not been as complete as he had feared it might be. He peeked under the blankets to survey the damage and cringed.
Alfred made it back to his bed and snuggled under the blankets trying to decide what to do about his very unheroic problem. Waking up to Toris yelling his name in such a manner had affected his southern region in ways that made the him blush.
The next day progressed normally and Toris was relieved to be able to shower and wash his sheets without America suspecting in the least bit what had happened the night before, at least as far as he knew. The brunette was now busying himself sweeping the hallway. What's that...? Toris thought confusedly and he paused to sniff the air. There was indeed some awful stench coming from the kitchen. Toris took a few steps in the direction of the offending odor before he was confronted with America running in his direction, a huge smile on his face. He was wearing an apron and carrying something unrecognizable on a plate.
"Hey Toris, look what I made!" America tried to stop running a few feet from Lithuania but the socks he was wearing slid on the hardwood floor and he crashed into the brunette knocking them both down.
"Ack!" Toris flailed trying to keep balance but was soon hopelessly tangled on top of Alfred, the plate clattered to the ground and the blackish-brown lumps rolled in different directions.
"Argh..." Alfred tried to sit up but found that Toris was on top of him at an odd angle. The Brunette twisted and ended up stradling the American's waist before pausing to take a breath and rub his shoulder that had hit the floor when he fell. He glanced down at the blond who seemed to be looking up at him rather oddly, a light blush coloring his face.
"You alright Alfred...?" Toris asked, anxiously looking around for any signs that the American was injured. Alfred simply nodded slowly, the blush on his face darkening slightly.
"Oh...okay." Toris said before quickly getting to his feet. He turned to help the American up but found the blond already on his feet. They both turned their attention to the 'food' that had been spilt. Toris picked a few of the burnt oblong shapes, placing them back on the plate. His eyebrow twitched as he wondered what the hell they were supposed to be, but found that he didn't have the heart to ask. Alfred pouted and helped clean up the rest of the mess.
"Sorry...I was tryin' to make you uh Cep-e-lin-ai or whatever ya call it... 'cause Poland said you liked it and all...it didn't quite turn out like the picture somehow but..." Alfred was obviously embarrassed slightly and frustrated that his own clumsiness had ruined the plan. Toris smiled widely thinking it had at least been a wonderful thought...even if the American had somehow ended up burning them.
"Thank you very much! That was really thoughtful of you... I appreciate it." Toris said as he smiled brightly up at the blond. Alfred seemed a bit confused. Why is he thanking me when I messed everything up? Alfred was having a hard time understanding this, but he smiled and nodded anyway.
"Maybe I can fix some for you instead? We've been eating out a lot lately it seems like and...I really do enjoy cooking." Toris smiled thinking if the American watched him fix the dumplings he might be able to get through the recipe himself without any major screw-ups in the future.
"Okay...sure." Alfred smiled and followed the shorter man into the kitchen.
"You have to help me with the potatoes though." Toris said raising an eyebrow as he threw away the failed meal and pulled out a washcloth, wetting it in the sink. Alfred smiled and nodded, happy to help. The brunette smiled and turned toward the blond noticing a smudge on his face. He leaned toward Alfred with the damp washcloth and wiped at the smudge gently, but something in the American's eyes made him pause longer. Alfred stared for a moment before losing the battle with his impulse and pushing his lips against the brunettes. Alfred immediately pulled himself away from the kiss and scrambled backward.
"Fuck! Shit shit shit shit shit!" He cursed repeatedly as he stomped to the other side of the kitchen. The blond growled and kicked at a cabinet, effectively leaving a good sized hole. "Ow...fuck...shit, damn it..." He sighed and rubbed at his face in aggravation.
"Alfred..." Toris started, but was unsure of the specific reasons the blond was upset and therefore at a loss for what to say to calm him down.
"Aw shit...Toris just forget that, forget that ever happened...I shouldn't have... I'm sorry--I wasn't supposed to...fuck..." The America spoke still covering his face with one hand, half turned away from the brunette in his embarrassment as he waved and gestured with his free hand. Toris stared for a long moment as the American continued to curse. Then a relieved smile spread across his face.
"Al...it's alright..." He said taking a few steps toward the other man.
"No it's not Toris! I..." Alfred started but caught the look in the other mans eyes. Toris closed the space between them and smiled up at him as he took the American's hands in his own.
"It's okay." Toris spoke softly just before pushing his lips back against Alfred's.
AN: Cepelinai is a potato and meat dumpling and a Lithuanian specialty. Look it up for more info. C: