Russia/Lithuania. It's Leit's birthday and Russia wants it to be perfect. 'Perfect' includes baking some heavy aphrodisiac into the cake, tying him to the bed, and giving him the sexing of his life. Bonus if Russia realizes his own instability and has tried to give himself a "good day" mentally for Leit's sake.
Happy Birthday, Liet! [1/?]
anonymous
April 16 2009, 06:08:57 UTC
So far, it had been a good day.
At least, as good as any day could be, Russia decided, when you were him, and when you had just baked your first cake.
Wiping his large hands indelicately upon his shirt, Russia considered the confection, frowning. The recipe book's illustration of the traditional Lithuanian Šakotis cake looked like a little pine tree; except its branches and needles were made out of sugar, eggs and flour.
Russia's cake looked nothing like a little tree. It more closely resembled a giant, lopsided lump. Three tries had not improved it.
Russia's frown devolved into lip-chewing. He had wanted Liet's birthday to be a good day. A happy day. But now it looked like he was going to have to hit something. Something soft and warm that would cry out and break and bleed when he --
Russia's fists clenched. He breathed heavily for a few minutes, and then released them. No. No. Today was special. Today he couldn't hit or hurt. That would just ruin Liet's birthday, and make his beloved Baltic hang his head and get that sad look
( ... )
Happy Birthday, Liet! [2/?]
anonymous
April 16 2009, 06:26:04 UTC
The cake was good and done now. The little blob-branches had hardened and dried, and the chocolate covering made the whole thing look so much prettier, in Russia's opinion. He regretted not having any powdered sugar or fruit or even some of America's hard candies to make it look even better, but times were tough in his country, and he had done all that he could
( ... )
Happy Birthday, Liet! [5/?]
anonymous
April 16 2009, 07:53:56 UTC
After that, it was just a matter of picking the smaller Nation up and carrying him into the bedroom. Liet asked a few questions at first, mainly "Russia, what did you put in the cake?" and "Oh God, what are you doing?" It was very tedious, and normally Russia would have slapped him until he stopped. But since today was so very special, he kissed Liet instead
( ... )
Re: Happy Birthday, Liet! [5/?]
anonymous
June 7 2011, 22:39:19 UTC
Wow. Just wow. What Russia is doing is absolutely terrible, and yet... it's better than what he usually does. And Russia doesn't realize how horrible he's being, and just, poor Liet. This is wonderful. And not dead, right?
(I will love you forever omg :x)
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At least, as good as any day could be, Russia decided, when you were him, and when you had just baked your first cake.
Wiping his large hands indelicately upon his shirt, Russia considered the confection, frowning. The recipe book's illustration of the traditional Lithuanian Šakotis cake looked like a little pine tree; except its branches and needles were made out of sugar, eggs and flour.
Russia's cake looked nothing like a little tree. It more closely resembled a giant, lopsided lump. Three tries had not improved it.
Russia's frown devolved into lip-chewing. He had wanted Liet's birthday to be a good day. A happy day. But now it looked like he was going to have to hit something. Something soft and warm that would cry out and break and bleed when he --
Russia's fists clenched. He breathed heavily for a few minutes, and then released them. No. No. Today was special. Today he couldn't hit or hurt. That would just ruin Liet's birthday, and make his beloved Baltic hang his head and get that sad look ( ... )
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