MORNING AFTER MEME!

[sylladex]

MORNING AFTER MEME

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Wenn ich ein Junge wär~

[weiss_teufelin]

[She hurt all over. It's the first thing that Prussia notes when she finds herself awake. She can't quite remember yet where she is, but it's not something she concerns herself with first. First, she has to know if she can move]

[She opens her eyes and closes them again. The light hurts her eyes and she groans when she feels a spike of pain in her head. A moment later, she tries again, doing it carefully. She tries to sit up but is unsuccessful for the most part due to a sudden pain up her shoulder and the arm wrapped around her middle. That arm connected to a certain sleeping, shirtless Belarusian]

[A hand goes up to her temple and lets out a groan, especially when she finds a bruise there. What the hell happened last night?]

Я ўсё яшчэ люблю цябе~

[bielynozhshliub]

[Belarus feels a bit of movement on the bed and moans, but otherwise doesn't wake. Prussia might be awake now, but he's still swimming in his alcohol-induced dream, slipping in and out of conciousness.

The body within his arm is warm, and he tugs it closer to him, nuzzling into the side and murmuring something that sounds like Yulia.

No, he does not want to wake.]

[weiss_teufelin]

[Belarus pulls her closer and she ends up pressed up against him, making her wrinkle her nose and try to squirm away a little. He smells awful, but so does she. They'll need a bath eventually]

Coffee...

[Yes, coffee too. Or just anything that'll make all the pain go away]

[bielynozhshliub]

[The squirming finally jolts Belarus to full awareness. His eyelids flutter, then blinks up at the familiar face.]

Vodka...

[He says in response to Prussia's word, bleary and all mumbling. He finally pushes himself up to a sitting position, suddenly the whole world spinning and his entire body aching.]

[weiss_teufelin]

[The word makes her snort, finding it funny, before she rolls away from him to try and get up from the bed. Her efforts are in vain]

[With a soft "WHUMP" she gets herself off the bed but ends up on the floor, naked and bruised, taking half of the sheet with her]

Scheisse...

[bielynozhshliub]

[The movements on the bed? Only adds up to more hammering pounds within Belarus' head, and he groans at the onslaught, cursing under his breath. The blanket is gone, but he hears that soft sound of fallen body, and he turns his gaze toward that direction, pulling himself over the edge to frown down at her.]

Yulia, what are you doing... on the floor?

[weiss_teufelin]

[The floor isn't comfortable at all. It's cold and she's naked. Her side hurts. This is not a good morning]

I fell.

[She tells him grumpily as she starts to push herself up to stand. Hopefully she succeeds this time]

[bielynozhshliub]

[That seems to explain everything, though his mind is still whirling around.

When and if Prussia tries to stand, Belarus automatically shoots a hand out to lend his support, keeping her steady.]

Sit down. You hurt yourself.

[weiss_teufelin]

[Ends up holding onto his hand and sighing. She flops down on the bed again, groaning. That made her head hurt. Also. Cold. No clothes]

[It doesn't matter that he stinks, he's warm. Belarus now has Prussia huddling against him]

[bielynozhshliub]

[Once Prussia has settle down, Belarus immediately wraps the extra section of the blanket around her. It's cold after all, and he doesn't want her getting the chills.

He lets them sit like that for a while.]

We should bathe.

[weiss_teufelin]

[She sighs and snuggles against him, sharing the blanket. She doesn't want him to be cold either]

That'll need movement...

[It's not a very attractive thing to do right now]

[bielynozhshliub]

[Coddling after that alcohol-induced, violent love-making is a really good idea. It makes the aches on Belarus throb less.]

Hangover pills. Do you have any?

[He has an idea where it might be, but he can't be sure if it's at the same place.]

[weiss_teufelin]

[There's a wicked bruise against Belarus' throat and she remembers where it came from. With a fond, nostalgic smile, she brushes a kiss over it]

I can't remember, but I can look...

[Once she gets up again]

[bielynozhshliub]

[The brief kiss brings to memory of their previous night's encounter, remembering the Prussian's strong grip in the throes of passion and lust. A smile tugs at his lips at that.

He reaches for her hand to hold her down.]

Nyet, I will go. Just tell me where.

[weiss_teufelin]

[It's moments like this when she remembers why she is here cuddling with Belarus after a night that was more than a battle than love. She squeezes his hand when he holds hers]

I think I left it in my bag over there. [She nods towards the bedroom door]

[bielynozhshliub]

[Indeed, yesterday had been one soul-wrenching love making. And to think that it started of from a little minor spat.

Belarus tilts his head to look at the bag, then nods and lets her hand slip out of his.]

Let me get water.

[He gets out of bed, steadies himself enough, and grabs the water pitcher nearby to pour them a glass, then slowly walks over to where Prussia and the bag is.]