Wenn ich ein Junge wär~weiss_teufelinNovember 30 2011, 03:54:39 UTC
[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?]
[After he leaves the bed, she slips back over the bed, pulling up the blanket to cocoon herself in them. She keeps her eyes on him as he progresses towards the bag, taking note of the marks on his skin and trying to recall how he ended up with them. Her favorite are the nail marks on his ass. She smirks at the sight of them, managing to stifle a giggle]
[Of course, by now, Belarus is quite comfortable only being in his skin when around Prussia. It takes some measure to not spill the glass of water once he manages to grab the pills from her bag, bending over slightly to offer the Prussian a nice view of his rear at the same time.
He straightens and glances back at her, raising a brow. No point trying to hide it, he heard the sound nice and clear. He takes a few steps closer and hovers over the bundled Prussian, whispering in a low voice.]
What? Something funny? Should I not give you the pills?
No, no~ [Though she's still kind of grinning a bit as she looks at him. Those red marks on his pale butt are funny, okay? Not that she'd really tell him that] You should give them to me~
[Some times, he just doesn't get Prussia's sense of humour at all. Nor does he know what runs around in that warring head of hers. If Belarus finds out, it'll just make him wonder what's so funny about leaving marks on his arse when he rather leave it at obvious places where everyone else can see.]
Here.
[He hands one of the pills to her. And while she takes it, Belarus will tip the glass back, then tilt her chin up and press his lips to hers in a gesture of feeding her the much needed water.]
[She doesn't understand what goes on in that crazy head off his at times, either. Which is all right. She's fine with Belarus as he is, crazy and strange as he can be at times. Surprisingly sweet and romantic at others]
[She opens her mouth for him, trying to do her best to drink from his mouth. It's a successful effort for the most part and she hums in satisfaction after she's taken in what he is giving her]
[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?]
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He straightens and glances back at her, raising a brow. No point trying to hide it, he heard the sound nice and clear. He takes a few steps closer and hovers over the bundled Prussian, whispering in a low voice.]
What? Something funny? Should I not give you the pills?
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Here.
[He hands one of the pills to her. And while she takes it, Belarus will tip the glass back, then tilt her chin up and press his lips to hers in a gesture of feeding her the much needed water.]
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[She opens her mouth for him, trying to do her best to drink from his mouth. It's a successful effort for the most part and she hums in satisfaction after she's taken in what he is giving her]
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