It was a normal day for Romania.
Which the male was too fond of. He went to his meetings, visited his younger brother, and soon came home to his favourite person, late that night after working.
Vladimir smiled as he walked through the door at the sleeping figure curled up on the couch. He carefully picked up the sleeping male and brought him to bed. He gently placed him down so he could go change into his pyjamas. He looked down at the sleeping male and slowly pulled his ribbon neck tie off, followed by the rest of his uniform before gently putting the male in his lavender pyjamas. Soon slipping the male under the blankets and laying next to him, bringing the smaller male closer to him so his head rested on the Romanian's chest. Eiríkur stirred from his sleep and looked up to his boyfriend and the surroundings.
"mmm- Hei- When did you get home?" the Icelandic male questioned is a sleepy tone. "Not that long ago. Perhaps fifteen minutes ago? I found you passed out on the sofa, so I brought you upstairs and put you in your night clothes since your uniform is so stiff." The Romanian replied softly.
Happily, the Icelandic male wrapped his arms around his Romanian lover and placed a kiss to his lips. "Thanks, babe." The Romanian nodded and ran his fingers through the smaller males hair. He, of course did not need sleep but he enjoyed just cuddling up next to the tired Icelandic for hours as he cutely nuzzled closer to the warmth of his chest and gripped onto him. He found it unbelievably adorable and it kept his mind at ease knowing his precious little prinţesă was completely safe and no where near harms way.
The Romanian gripped the smaller male closer to his chest protectively as the younger clung to him like a small child, he wouldn't tell Eiríkur but sometimes when he slept if he held out a single finger, the smaller male would wrap his hand around it like an infant. The only reason he'd not tell him is because he loved how cute he was when he slept, yet he was so god damn stubborn, and quite frankly rather rude while awake that he'd probably tell Vladimir not to sleep next to him for a really long time. Despite his hard to deal with personality, that caused him to be an outcast a lot of the time. The Romanian actually liked his personality and even found it odd how he could seem so hateful one minute and be cuddled up on him and reaching up for kisses another, then to a blushing, begging hot mess. The last was his personal favourite. Especially the small moans and squeaks to a company it all.
The Romanian shook his head at that thought, trying to clear his mind so he didn't wake the younger male, who was not making it any easier on him, as he was moving up against him in a heavy sleep, he repeatedly brushed against the Romanian's crotch. Vladimir stayed completely still until he knew for sure the Icelandic was asleep then slipped out of the bed to go do something else to keep himself busy.
Moving into the Library of his home he scanned through the books until settling on something he could bare to re-read, again and sat in his study, reading glasses on. Eiríkur loved to tease him about his reading glasses. It made him look just slightly older and of course, jokingly, Iceland thought he was ancient. He sighed with the thoughts of his little lover and scanned the pages, not even paying full attention at this point.