святая елена - маленький остров
С кинк-сообщества по хеталии.
на английском, соотв. (перевод даже не просите, я не потяну)
заявка:
Any pairing. Cybersex.
+100 internets if one of them uses chatspeak for part/all of the conversation.
Пэйринг Польша/Литва.
*вот странно - Польша обычно уке, а пишут его первым. или это потому, что он имеет Литву в мозг?..*
Diplomatic Relations
читать дальшеLithuania would have liked to be anywhere but the meeting he was in. It wasn't that the topic was boring - not at all; he had always been fascinated by international commerce, ever since his experience working with America back in the twenties, and now it was becoming something of his speciality - but the way everyone was approaching it was very different from the quiet handling of commerce within his own borders. Plus, every time he tried to offer his opinion, someone else spoke up over him. It was humiliating and frustrating, and he just wanted to go home.
And if all that wasn't bad enough, they had seated him next to Russia. The man hadn't changed much in the decade since he had "reformed" from the Soviet Union, Lithuania was sure of it; nobody else seemed to think it was any big deal to put them together. "It's just bad memories," UK had assured him before the meeting, a quiet aside whispered in his ear. "Don't make a big deal about it, for the sake of everyone getting along."
Just as UK was beginning to argue that you couldn't judge current trade standards based on dated slights (with which Lithuania was generally inclined to agree, except Russia was something of a...special case), Lithuania felt a faint buzzing sensation against his thigh. He flushed, hoping no one else had heard the sound, and reached down to check the LCD screen. The phone flashed peppily up at him: message from Poland, message from Poland. Lithuania contemplated - for about a half a second - turning the phone off, slipping it back in his pocket, and going back to the stale ideological back-and-forth going on across the table. Then he flipped the phone open under the table and accessed his inbox.
where r u?
Lithuania resisted the urge to strike his head against the table mightily. He had told Poland just that Friday when they'd had coffee together that he was going to be attending the trade council meeting today. Of course, it didn't surprise him that Poland had forgotten.
Slowly and as surreptitiously as possible, Lithuania began typing his reply.
I'm at the trade meeting. What do you need? Can it wait?
He double-checked the spelling, clicked "send", and slid the phone back under the table. A few moments later, it buzzed to life in his hands again.
im sooo bored. wbu?
The brunette frowned at his phone in perplexity for a moment before the acronym registered: "what about you?".
I'm not bored. I'm working.
He hoped Poland would perhaps take the hint. But it was doubtful.
The phone buzzed again.
isn't there sumthing u'd rather be doing? idk, maybe...w/me? >
Lithuania's throat went dry. Surely, Poland couldn't mean what he thought he did. He was in the middle of a diplomatic session, for God's sake! Furiously, he texted his reply:
You're joking, aren't you?
im not joking. im lonely. i want you.
This was ridiculous. Lithuania began to type, Stop this; we're going to have a talk later - but his screen flashed again, signaling another incoming message. Knowing he'd regret it, he opened the message.
i need you, Liet. please.
And Lithuania was undone.
Okay. What... He paused, not really knowing how to begin. The first thing that come to mind was a classic cliche. What are you wearing?
The response came back too fast for Lithuania to have second thoughts.
lol, not much. im in bed wearing just that shirt u gave me last xmas. its so soft and smooth...
He was skeptical of the idea that words - and misspelled ones, at that! - could have a physical effect on a person, but, if that was what Poland wanted... Plus, though he wouldn't admit it, the way the message trailed off served its purpose quite effectively in making Lithuania imagine the scene: Poland lying atop the comforter and running his hands up and down his slender, pale legs, delicate face flushed with pleasure. He imagined the way Poland's tongue might be poking out just ever so slightly between his lips, moist and pink - The phone buzzed again, breaking him out of his reverie.
im ttly taking it off right now. i wish u were here 2 do it 4 me. i want ur hands on me, Liet.
Lithuania's breath hitched, and he felt the effect their dialogue was having on him growing. He could hear his heart beating in his ears.
If I was there, he typed, barely believing his own daring, I would touch you everywhere. I would run my hands over your ass and make you tremble with desire. This was surprisingly fun, he decided, wondering if Poland was experiencing the same heady rush of pleasure mixed with embarrassment.
The screen flashed. unh, yes! but lyk, i want you to kiss me. would you kiss me?
I would kiss you until you were out of breath, and then suck a trail of kisses all the way down your body. I would run my mouth across your hip and leave you begging for more. But I wouldn't give you what you really want.
There was a longer pause after this message than the others, and Lithuania wondered nervously if he had said something wrong. Was there etiquette for this sort of thing? Meanwhile, the heat between his legs grew more and more insistent, so that everything else in the room seemed to have faded out of existence around him, leaving him waiting for Poland's reply. Slowly, he scooted his chair forward ever-so-slightly, so that his legs and the phone in his hand were even farther under the table, then let a hand fall into his lap. A jolt shot through his body when the phone buzzed again, finally, startling him and making his other hand move unintentionally against his arousal - almost as if it weren't his own hand, but Poland's. He bit his lip to keep from groaning.
The content of the message itself did nothing to help.
tell me wht i rly want?
Lithuania had to take a moment to collect himself before writing, You want me to - was he really about to put this down, in black and white, and send it out onto the airwaves for anyone with the technical skill to intercept and read? The idea was absurd, but somehow it turned him on even more than it horrified him - You want me to take your cock in my mouth and suck you off. You want to put your hands on my head and push me down onto you. I want to do it. I'd do it and I'd love it.
His fingers trembled as he sent the message, as much as the surprising... hotness of it as the thrill of his own vulgarity, and there was an intense throbbing between his legs. Slowly, with the most economical of movements, he moved his hand up and down, somewhat secure in the belief that to the others around the table, it must have looked like he was shrugging a kink out of his shoulders.
Another long pause passed, and something suddenly occurred to Lithuania, a thought that was even more mindblowing - and somehow arousing - than the adrenaline-inducing knowledge that he was sitting there, in a room full of nations whose respect he'd struggled for so long to earn, doing something that endangered all his hard work. His thumbs flew to the keypad.
Are you...touching yourself?
This time the reply was faster. yea. fuck, Liet, i think im close!
Lithuania's eyes widened and he couldn't help but see Poland in his mind's eye; it was such a familiar sight, the blonde with his cheeks a rosy pink, hair tousled and head tossed back, his body arched and taut and shit, Lithuania realized, he was going to lose it right there and then if he didn't get a grip on himself.
I'm coming over to your house as soon as the meeting is finished, Lithuania typed hurriedly. I need to touch you. I'll let you fuck me all night long. Please!
He wasn't even sure what he was asking for, Poland's agreement or his pleasure or more of the ridiculous dirty talk that had somehow managed to invade Lithuania's thought process and turn him into jelly right there in his chair.
w/eva u want, Poland's message promised. unh, Liet, i ttly want 2 do u so bad right now!!1
Barely able to form coherent thought, remembering as clearly as that very morning the feeling of Poland inside him, clinging to him, sharp nails dug into Lithuania's shoulders - a recollection that, however sharp it was, also seemed like it had been a hundred years since they'd done it - Lithuania bent slightly over in his chair, hand still moving against himself through the rough material of his uniform; he was torn agonizingly between the need to go undetected and the need for release from the ache that had built up and was threatening to swallow him whole. Another text arrived.
i wanna cum 2gethr. tell me u wnt me 2 fuck u.
I want you so bdly, Liet replied. I want you in me, Poland. He sent the message, too full of need and heat to even care about the spelling error, to care about anything but giving Poland what he was asking for, knowing that he was bringing him to the edge without even touching him. It was a rush, a feeling of immense...power.
His phone announced the response.
details plz.
This time, rather than a groan of pleasure, Lithuania had to stifle a laugh. But he complied, thinking about how when Poland read his words his pace would quicken and he would call out Lithuania's name, voice rough and raw.
I want to ride you, I want to feel you pulsing and filling me until I can't take any more. I want you to pound into me, to fuck me harder than I've ever been fucked. I want you to come inside me. Just fuck me, please, right now!
Somehow, just thinking about it, him and Poland on Poland's bed, legs tangled and sliding together and hips colliding recklessly, Poland slamming against him with that mix of intensity and tenderness that Lithuania had never experienced with anyone else, it was enough that he felt the white-hot heat that had been building up inside him explode and overflow. Through some massive effort of sheer will (or some benevolent but forgetful god who seemed to have been looking the other way all the rest of his life), Lithuania managed to ride it out without making a sound, teeth cutting into his lip as he clenched them tightly. The inside of his cargo pants had become wet, warm. It occurred to him - vaguely, mixed in with the lazy feeling of satiety and euphoria - that he had never come in his pants before. He felt...ridiculously adventurous. Lithuania giggled a little, inwardly, at how pathetic that thought was. He was going to have to live a lot more, if this was considered bold and daring.
He glanced down and realized that his phone was blinking again, and may have been for some time as he lay there, dazed. Quickly, he flipped it open and surveyed the latest message.
gwijd.
What did you just do? Lithuania wrote back with shaky hands, even though he knew the answer. This response was a lot quicker than the last few had been.
i came thinking about u. cant wait2 do it again 2nite.
'cuz ur ttly secksy. *smooch*
I came, too. ...Thank you, Poland.
He hit "send", leaned back in his chair. The screen blinked almost instantaneously.
i luv u.
The words made his heart stop. He'd heard it a thousand times before, but for some reason this felt new, different. And...he'd never seen that in writing before, no matter how poorly spelled. Smiling gently, wishing he could see Poland's face - always even more beautiful than usual when radiating afterglow - he slowly, carefully keyed in the words to round off that declaration.
And I love you.
Sighing contentedly, he raised his head a little, a smile on his lips - and promptly realized that there were still, and had been, other people in the room. His heart ground to a halt and then plummeted directly into his stomach. Oh. My. GOD. Lithuania glanced around, panicking, wondering whether an impropriety like that was enough to get one kicked out of the European Union and oh god, UK was the President this year, he was going to get axed for sure!
But everyone was going about their business as usual. He scrutinized every face in the room, moving counterclockwise from little Latvia at his right all the way around the table, but no one so much as glanced sideways at him. Being invisible could be useful sometimes, he supposed.
Finally, he reached his left side, lingering on Switzerland's face rather than moving to the person next to him. By now he was sure no one had noticed anything out of the ordinary - if they saw him slumped over, they had probably assumed he was asleep - and he really wanted to avoid so much as tilting his head in Russia's direction if at all possible.
But a part of him had to know.
He took a deep breath, praying for the large, ash-haired man to be laughing at a joke being told across the table or, at worst, lost in introspection and staring at his own hands.
Lithuania glanced to his left.
Russia stared blithely back at him with a bright, wide smile.
на английском, соотв. (перевод даже не просите, я не потяну)
заявка:
Any pairing. Cybersex.
+100 internets if one of them uses chatspeak for part/all of the conversation.
Пэйринг Польша/Литва.
*вот странно - Польша обычно уке, а пишут его первым. или это потому, что он имеет Литву в мозг?..*
Diplomatic Relations
читать дальшеLithuania would have liked to be anywhere but the meeting he was in. It wasn't that the topic was boring - not at all; he had always been fascinated by international commerce, ever since his experience working with America back in the twenties, and now it was becoming something of his speciality - but the way everyone was approaching it was very different from the quiet handling of commerce within his own borders. Plus, every time he tried to offer his opinion, someone else spoke up over him. It was humiliating and frustrating, and he just wanted to go home.
And if all that wasn't bad enough, they had seated him next to Russia. The man hadn't changed much in the decade since he had "reformed" from the Soviet Union, Lithuania was sure of it; nobody else seemed to think it was any big deal to put them together. "It's just bad memories," UK had assured him before the meeting, a quiet aside whispered in his ear. "Don't make a big deal about it, for the sake of everyone getting along."
Just as UK was beginning to argue that you couldn't judge current trade standards based on dated slights (with which Lithuania was generally inclined to agree, except Russia was something of a...special case), Lithuania felt a faint buzzing sensation against his thigh. He flushed, hoping no one else had heard the sound, and reached down to check the LCD screen. The phone flashed peppily up at him: message from Poland, message from Poland. Lithuania contemplated - for about a half a second - turning the phone off, slipping it back in his pocket, and going back to the stale ideological back-and-forth going on across the table. Then he flipped the phone open under the table and accessed his inbox.
where r u?
Lithuania resisted the urge to strike his head against the table mightily. He had told Poland just that Friday when they'd had coffee together that he was going to be attending the trade council meeting today. Of course, it didn't surprise him that Poland had forgotten.
Slowly and as surreptitiously as possible, Lithuania began typing his reply.
I'm at the trade meeting. What do you need? Can it wait?
He double-checked the spelling, clicked "send", and slid the phone back under the table. A few moments later, it buzzed to life in his hands again.
im sooo bored. wbu?
The brunette frowned at his phone in perplexity for a moment before the acronym registered: "what about you?".
I'm not bored. I'm working.
He hoped Poland would perhaps take the hint. But it was doubtful.
The phone buzzed again.
isn't there sumthing u'd rather be doing? idk, maybe...w/me? >
Lithuania's throat went dry. Surely, Poland couldn't mean what he thought he did. He was in the middle of a diplomatic session, for God's sake! Furiously, he texted his reply:
You're joking, aren't you?
im not joking. im lonely. i want you.
This was ridiculous. Lithuania began to type, Stop this; we're going to have a talk later - but his screen flashed again, signaling another incoming message. Knowing he'd regret it, he opened the message.
i need you, Liet. please.
And Lithuania was undone.
Okay. What... He paused, not really knowing how to begin. The first thing that come to mind was a classic cliche. What are you wearing?
The response came back too fast for Lithuania to have second thoughts.
lol, not much. im in bed wearing just that shirt u gave me last xmas. its so soft and smooth...
He was skeptical of the idea that words - and misspelled ones, at that! - could have a physical effect on a person, but, if that was what Poland wanted... Plus, though he wouldn't admit it, the way the message trailed off served its purpose quite effectively in making Lithuania imagine the scene: Poland lying atop the comforter and running his hands up and down his slender, pale legs, delicate face flushed with pleasure. He imagined the way Poland's tongue might be poking out just ever so slightly between his lips, moist and pink - The phone buzzed again, breaking him out of his reverie.
im ttly taking it off right now. i wish u were here 2 do it 4 me. i want ur hands on me, Liet.
Lithuania's breath hitched, and he felt the effect their dialogue was having on him growing. He could hear his heart beating in his ears.
If I was there, he typed, barely believing his own daring, I would touch you everywhere. I would run my hands over your ass and make you tremble with desire. This was surprisingly fun, he decided, wondering if Poland was experiencing the same heady rush of pleasure mixed with embarrassment.
The screen flashed. unh, yes! but lyk, i want you to kiss me. would you kiss me?
I would kiss you until you were out of breath, and then suck a trail of kisses all the way down your body. I would run my mouth across your hip and leave you begging for more. But I wouldn't give you what you really want.
There was a longer pause after this message than the others, and Lithuania wondered nervously if he had said something wrong. Was there etiquette for this sort of thing? Meanwhile, the heat between his legs grew more and more insistent, so that everything else in the room seemed to have faded out of existence around him, leaving him waiting for Poland's reply. Slowly, he scooted his chair forward ever-so-slightly, so that his legs and the phone in his hand were even farther under the table, then let a hand fall into his lap. A jolt shot through his body when the phone buzzed again, finally, startling him and making his other hand move unintentionally against his arousal - almost as if it weren't his own hand, but Poland's. He bit his lip to keep from groaning.
The content of the message itself did nothing to help.
tell me wht i rly want?
Lithuania had to take a moment to collect himself before writing, You want me to - was he really about to put this down, in black and white, and send it out onto the airwaves for anyone with the technical skill to intercept and read? The idea was absurd, but somehow it turned him on even more than it horrified him - You want me to take your cock in my mouth and suck you off. You want to put your hands on my head and push me down onto you. I want to do it. I'd do it and I'd love it.
His fingers trembled as he sent the message, as much as the surprising... hotness of it as the thrill of his own vulgarity, and there was an intense throbbing between his legs. Slowly, with the most economical of movements, he moved his hand up and down, somewhat secure in the belief that to the others around the table, it must have looked like he was shrugging a kink out of his shoulders.
Another long pause passed, and something suddenly occurred to Lithuania, a thought that was even more mindblowing - and somehow arousing - than the adrenaline-inducing knowledge that he was sitting there, in a room full of nations whose respect he'd struggled for so long to earn, doing something that endangered all his hard work. His thumbs flew to the keypad.
Are you...touching yourself?
This time the reply was faster. yea. fuck, Liet, i think im close!
Lithuania's eyes widened and he couldn't help but see Poland in his mind's eye; it was such a familiar sight, the blonde with his cheeks a rosy pink, hair tousled and head tossed back, his body arched and taut and shit, Lithuania realized, he was going to lose it right there and then if he didn't get a grip on himself.
I'm coming over to your house as soon as the meeting is finished, Lithuania typed hurriedly. I need to touch you. I'll let you fuck me all night long. Please!
He wasn't even sure what he was asking for, Poland's agreement or his pleasure or more of the ridiculous dirty talk that had somehow managed to invade Lithuania's thought process and turn him into jelly right there in his chair.
w/eva u want, Poland's message promised. unh, Liet, i ttly want 2 do u so bad right now!!1
Barely able to form coherent thought, remembering as clearly as that very morning the feeling of Poland inside him, clinging to him, sharp nails dug into Lithuania's shoulders - a recollection that, however sharp it was, also seemed like it had been a hundred years since they'd done it - Lithuania bent slightly over in his chair, hand still moving against himself through the rough material of his uniform; he was torn agonizingly between the need to go undetected and the need for release from the ache that had built up and was threatening to swallow him whole. Another text arrived.
i wanna cum 2gethr. tell me u wnt me 2 fuck u.
I want you so bdly, Liet replied. I want you in me, Poland. He sent the message, too full of need and heat to even care about the spelling error, to care about anything but giving Poland what he was asking for, knowing that he was bringing him to the edge without even touching him. It was a rush, a feeling of immense...power.
His phone announced the response.
details plz.
This time, rather than a groan of pleasure, Lithuania had to stifle a laugh. But he complied, thinking about how when Poland read his words his pace would quicken and he would call out Lithuania's name, voice rough and raw.
I want to ride you, I want to feel you pulsing and filling me until I can't take any more. I want you to pound into me, to fuck me harder than I've ever been fucked. I want you to come inside me. Just fuck me, please, right now!
Somehow, just thinking about it, him and Poland on Poland's bed, legs tangled and sliding together and hips colliding recklessly, Poland slamming against him with that mix of intensity and tenderness that Lithuania had never experienced with anyone else, it was enough that he felt the white-hot heat that had been building up inside him explode and overflow. Through some massive effort of sheer will (or some benevolent but forgetful god who seemed to have been looking the other way all the rest of his life), Lithuania managed to ride it out without making a sound, teeth cutting into his lip as he clenched them tightly. The inside of his cargo pants had become wet, warm. It occurred to him - vaguely, mixed in with the lazy feeling of satiety and euphoria - that he had never come in his pants before. He felt...ridiculously adventurous. Lithuania giggled a little, inwardly, at how pathetic that thought was. He was going to have to live a lot more, if this was considered bold and daring.
He glanced down and realized that his phone was blinking again, and may have been for some time as he lay there, dazed. Quickly, he flipped it open and surveyed the latest message.
gwijd.
What did you just do? Lithuania wrote back with shaky hands, even though he knew the answer. This response was a lot quicker than the last few had been.
i came thinking about u. cant wait2 do it again 2nite.
'cuz ur ttly secksy. *smooch*I came, too. ...Thank you, Poland.
He hit "send", leaned back in his chair. The screen blinked almost instantaneously.
i luv u.
The words made his heart stop. He'd heard it a thousand times before, but for some reason this felt new, different. And...he'd never seen that in writing before, no matter how poorly spelled. Smiling gently, wishing he could see Poland's face - always even more beautiful than usual when radiating afterglow - he slowly, carefully keyed in the words to round off that declaration.
And I love you.
Sighing contentedly, he raised his head a little, a smile on his lips - and promptly realized that there were still, and had been, other people in the room. His heart ground to a halt and then plummeted directly into his stomach. Oh. My. GOD. Lithuania glanced around, panicking, wondering whether an impropriety like that was enough to get one kicked out of the European Union and oh god, UK was the President this year, he was going to get axed for sure!
But everyone was going about their business as usual. He scrutinized every face in the room, moving counterclockwise from little Latvia at his right all the way around the table, but no one so much as glanced sideways at him. Being invisible could be useful sometimes, he supposed.
Finally, he reached his left side, lingering on Switzerland's face rather than moving to the person next to him. By now he was sure no one had noticed anything out of the ordinary - if they saw him slumped over, they had probably assumed he was asleep - and he really wanted to avoid so much as tilting his head in Russia's direction if at all possible.
But a part of him had to know.
He took a deep breath, praying for the large, ash-haired man to be laughing at a joke being told across the table or, at worst, lost in introspection and staring at his own hands.
Lithuania glanced to his left.
Russia stared blithely back at him with a bright, wide smile.
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