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Ch.11

The wind howled, and the snow poured heavier outside as the storm picked up. A loud crackle of thunder boomed as the sky lit up from lighting. Hanatamago whimpered, shakily pawing at the Swedish man. He quickly picked her up, holding her close and petting lightly. Finland turned up the heat a little and closed the window in the living room. Latvia flinched and shook from the sounds of the storm, but still looked over anxiously to the man by the front door.

"Y'ur crazy if y' think you're leavin' tonight with 'im." Sweden spoke sternly.

"I wouldn't think of it. I can rent a hotel for the night or something. Just wanted to make sure little Latvia was alright." Russia smiled as he undid his coat a bit.

There was a small pause between the two for a while. Russia had a half tired, half worried look on, while the Swede had his usual stern glare. In the past they weren't on very good terms, but recently Sweden's boss had been trying to get them better acquainted. Sighing inwardly he studied the man before him. They were about the same height, and just like Russia, not a lot of countries knew what he was really like, except Finland of coarse. Ivan blinked, trying to ignore the awkward silence from him and the Swede. He noticed Latvia looking over anxiously, but he focused his attention on Sweden.

"Storms, gotten w'rse." Berwald calmly stated, trying to think of something to say.

"Ah, sorry I came at a bad time. I'll go find a hotel." Russia shrugged lightly.

"B-But it's really bad outside R-Russia.." Latvia spoke up finally from the couch.

"Y'can stay here Ryssland." Sweden started, "Th'res a spare room down th' hall."

"Oh, thank you. I don't want to be a bother though.." Ivan smiled lightly.

"Nej, 's fine. You need rest n' Latvia s' worried about yuh." Berwald insisted, locking the front door.

Finland smiled lightly and Latvia blushed. Sweden looked over to the two before leading Ivan to the guest room down the hall. Russia wanted to stay up, but he hadn't slept at all and was exhausted from the long drive. Hanatamago hopped up on the bed, only to be picked up by the Swede. Ivan quickly thanked Sweden and stretched out on the large bed. Berwald walked back into the living room to join the others. Finland smirked slightly as he looked over to Latvia, and gave him a quick nudge.

"Hm?" Raivis looked over curiously.

"It's obvious you want to. So go see him." Tino smiled brightly, giving him another slight nudge.

Latvia went bright red, fidgeting a little."Y-yeah.."

Nervously, Raivis got up and made his way around the couch and out of the living room. Walking to the room down the hall, he half wondered if Ivan was mad at all about all this.. Sighing lightly, he peered into the small room. Ivan was sprawled out, his coat lie on the floor a few feet away. Taking a deep breath he walked in, closing the door behind himself so Hanatamago wouldn't get in.

"U-uhm.." Latvia started as he made his way towards the bed.

Russia's eyes opened, and he sat up slowly as he heard the door close. He smiled lightly when he realized it was Latvia entering. The small Baltic carefully made his way over to the bed, though he was unsure of just how far ahead it was. He nearly tripped over the larger man's jacket, not to mention almost running into the desk on the side. Stopping for a moment he tried to mentally map out where he was, giving a slight smile he figured he had a good bug, six steps to the bed. Moving forward he squeaked as his shin met the side of the mattress and he fell right onto the Russian man.

"H-Hello Latvia." Russia chuckled lightly.

"I-I'm so s-sorry." Latvia shook lightly, trying to get up.

"It's okay, stay.." Ivan pulled Latvia closer, kissing his cheek lightly.

Raivis went red, hiding his face in the man's chest. "I-I... U-uhm.. Really m-missed you.. Y-you really didn't have t-to drive all this w-way.."

"But then I'd have to wait longer to see you, da?" Ivan smiled, running his hand through Raivis' hair.

Latvia smiled happily, his blush growing. Ivan shifted slightly, pulling the smaller one closer so their faces almost lined up. The small Baltic closed his eyes slowly, and relaxed as Ivan's hand gently ran up and down his back soothingly. He felt the Russian shift slightly, and he looked up at him curiously. To his surprise, he felt a hand gently move to the back of his head, and lips against his own. Squeaking as his face went bright red, his eyes widened and he pulled away quickly. Ivan frowned, regretting what he just did.

"I... Sorry.. That was wrong of me.." Ivan quickly said, moving to get up.

A sad look came to Latvia's face as the larger man pulled away. He quickly, but hesitantly stopped him. Attempting to push Ivan back down, and amazingly he succeeded with ease. Though he gained a questioning look from the taller man beneath him.

"I-I... You just... Well, s-surprised m-me... Is a-all.." Latvia stuttered nervously, trying to say it as clearly as he could. "I-I... That was... M-my first.. K-kiss... S-sorry.." He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his pounding heart.

"It's alright little one. I won't do it again" Ivan smiled lightly, running his hand threw the smaller one's hair again.

"I-I d-didn't mean that..." Raivis frowned, "I-I actually... U-uhm... L-liked i-it." His blush grew darker as he stuttered.

Russia's smile widened, and he pulled the smaller one closer to him. He gently tilted Latvia's head back as he leaned in and kissed him once more. The little Baltic kissed back nervously, shivering as he felt the Russian's hands slide around his waist. Ivan deepened the kiss more as he moved his hands up and under the smaller one's shirt, feeling the soft skin underneath the fabric. Raivis gasped, his skin tingling as the Russian's hands danced across his skin. Ivan quickly slipped his tongue in, exploring the Latvian's moist cavern. A soft moan escaped from Raivis as Ivan invaded his mouth. Breaking the kiss, Ivan Trailed kisses down his jawline and neck. Another moan came as Russia sucked lightly, leaving a rather visible hickey.

"Wht'r ya doin'?" Sweden asked, opening the door and standing there with a rather stern glare towards the Russian man.

The two on the bed froze, looking over to the angry Swede in the doorway.

Looks like the night's about to get longer..

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