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Pulsing through my veins [Closed]

Who: Lithuania (

reckless_eagle).
Where In their room (5-69)
When: Late in the day on Easter, after this thread.
Rating: PG-13 for extreme sexual frustration! And Liet jumping to conclusions about why Poland doesn't want to be touched.
Summary: The Major decided to mess with Poland's head by sending him anonymous chocolates full of aphrodisiacs. Awkwardness and confusion ensue!
the Story:

Something was definitely very wrong.

It wasn't like Poland hadn't had these feelings before. His body, after all, was that of a teenaged boy. Light-headedness, quickened pulse, shortness of breath, and a very one-track mind... He had thought that it was just because he and his guest had been talking about Liet, and Liet was definitely a pretty common trigger for the sort of sinful thoughts that sprang up all of a sudden... But then he felt all funny looking at Yujinn, and he didn't like him like that! They'd barely even met!

When Yujinn left, Poland immediately knelt on the nearest clear spot of floor and grabbed his rosary, making the sign of the cross hurriedly and launching into the Apostles' Creed. If he focused on his prayers... If he just focused on his prayers, then the thoughts would go away and the heat in his blood would die down, right?

Hopefully before Liet came back to the room. God, please, before Liet got back...

Moving his fingers from the crucifix to the first bead as he finished the Creed, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to keep his voice from shaking. "Our Father, who art in heaven..."

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Lithuania had been down to the kitchen to try biling eggs red the way Roshia had told him about. He heard his friend's voice from outside the door and stopped for a moment to hear what it was - talk and praying sounds differently, and he just wanted to know which one it was before entering the room - and then silently slid the door open and entered.

He knelt down next to the blond nation and joined his prayer, hoping that Poland would tell him what had happened. This wasn't the time of the day for this...

At the sound of Lithuania's voice, Poland nearly jumped. His heart raced even faster, and he felt his face grow red.

"Ohmigod, Liet?! What are you doing here?" It struck him a moment too late that that was a stupid question, since Lithuania lived here. "I... I like, didn't hear you come in..."

"I just came up a few moments ago." He blinked. Poland stopping to pray? Had he startled him that badly? "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just didn't want to interrupt the prayer ...what happened?"

"Ah... N-Nothing happened! Everything's fine!"

He was a bad liar to begin with. Being all flustered and nervous did not help.

After staring at Poland a few moments, Lithuania leaned forward and grabbed the other nation's arm. "Poland, are you alright? Did... did someone do anything to you?"

Even such an innocent touch made his skin hum with pleasure, his heart pound so hard that he wondered if Lithuania could hear it... The serious look in Lithuania's eyes and the slightly rough feeling of his hand sent a fresh wave of mental images into Poland's mind, and he felt himself shiver, unable to do anything but stare at Lithuania for a moment.

"Don't touch me!" He pulled his arm away and scooted back towards the bed, trying to remove himself from the source of the temptation. "I... I'm fine. I'm... I like, don't... No one... I totally don't think anyone did anything. I think I'm just feeling weird, that's all, it's nothing...!"

Which just made the brunet worry more. Poland had already done some dangerous things since coming here, and passing out drunk with strangers or near strangers nearby had only been part of that... What if there really had happened something this time? What if... He tried to shove the thought aside.

"It's alright, Poland, it's me. I won't touch you if you don't want to, you're safe now." He scooted forward a bit, but kept his distance. "I won't let anyone hurt you."

Poland shook his head quickly, golden hair falling into his face. The back of his mind, the part that was consumed with the intoxicating, sensual heat that was never this strong, whispered to him and wouldn't shut up. Always protecting you, always taking such care... He's so strong, and so careful with you, wouldn't it be nice if--

He shivered, curling up around his knees to keep Liet from seeing him reacting to those thoughts. "I said I'm fine," he said, trying to stop himself from breathing so hard. His pulse was deafening. "I just, like... M-Maybe I'm sick?"

Never mind that when he was sick, he'd make all sorts of excuses to not have to admit it.

Lithuania gave his friend a long look, more worried with every minute that passed. This definitely was about as off for Poland as it could get. "...Maybe..." He got up and went over to the bed, careful to not invade the blond's personal space, and picked up a blanket that he dropped of the other nation's shoulders.

"Do you hurt somewhere?" Lithuania might be naive sometimes, but he wasn't stupid. Sure, he had been spared the full force of the Golden Horde, but there had been enough fights on his ground to know what happened to women in times of war. And in times when there was no war, too. And Poland looked a lot like a girl sometimes as of lately. What if... He didn't really finish that thought, but he felt that it was always possible. With how he sinned sometimes when thinking about Poland, others whose faith wasn't strong enough... "I can get you some water, if you want."

He tried to take deep breaths, not sure whether to shrug the blanket off or wrap it around himself. He wanted to cover himself up, but he was so unbearably hot... He loosened the cuffs and neck of his doublet, to see if it helped, but he still felt like the heat writhing in his lower stomach was boiling him.

"Nothing hurts," he said, truthfully. "I just..." Lying wasn't working, so what about half-truths? "I... I like, feel really hot all over, and kinda dizzy, and it's worse when you touch me..." He thought back, tried to think of anything unusual before this began.

...The chocolates? "I. Um. Someone sent me sweets without a name attached, but like, I think maybe they did something to them..."

Lithuania had went over to the closet but looked over his shoulder every few moments to make sure that his friend didn't suddenly collapse or something, but those words made him freeze and slowly turn around, eyes going wide and then narrowing slightly before his expression turned into a forcedly soft one, as if not to scare Poland. His voice was just as soothing when he spoke again.

"Do you remember what happened after that?" Water... And maybe he should send Poland ot the bathroom to give him the chance to clean himself up. Though he guessed that if... if something like that had happened... it couldn't, shouldn't, he should have been there to stop it, but... if...

He bit his lower lip. Why had he not been there for him?

Liet was behaving really strangely. Okay, so he was acting a little weird, maybe, but was that any reason to go talking to him like you'd talk to a spooked horse?

"Ummm..." He thought back. "Well, like, Yujinn was over when I ate them, and we kept talking and stuff. Then he went home, and I felt all weird so I decided to pray, then you came in."

"...Is there anything between starting to eat those sweets and me coming in that you don't remember?"

If it turned out that Yujinn or anyone else had done anything of this to his cheerful, strong, innocent Poland, they where dead. At least once.

He shook his head, confused by the questions. At least thinking about them was keeping him from thinking about... sinful things, though, which was making it easier to be calm and talk.

"No. Like, nothing."

It was still perfectly possible that the drug was just still working. Poland had mentioned that he was still feeling strange, after all. Or he just didn't remember, there was no good way to tell time in this place after all. No church bells.

"...Do you want to be alone?"

That question confused him, too. Did he want to be alone? Why would he want to be--

Well, it would let him take care of his little problem, as the part of his brain that had the rest of it in a haze reminded him. He bit his lip--he could practically feel the way his hand would feel, driving the maddening tension further and further until it shattered and was gone--it was a sin, but it would be less of a sin than the others on his mind. Not as satisfying, he was somehow sure, but also not as wrong as having Liet's hands on him, his lips and skin and--

So much for not thinking about those things. He blushed brightly, wrapping the blanket around himself. "I don't need to be alone," he said quickly, hoping it would keep Liet from realizing how painfully aroused he was.

That at least was a good sign, that Poland could stand him to be around. Still... He got up to get some water and place it within reach of the other nation. He seemed to get a fever.

"Tell me if you need something." And with that he sat down again and produced his device from his pocket.

You, Poland's treacherous thoughts supplied. I need you, I need you now, I need you to kiss me - touch me - f--

"I'm good," Poland half squeaked, hiding his face behind his hands.

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It took Lithuania a bit, but then he looked up again and stared at his friend, worried, chewing his lower lip. He wasn't sure what to do with this, Poland had never been someone to be easily brought down, to... well, to easily stop chattering if he wasn't sulking, and even that often didn't last long. And right now he wasn't, yet he didn't talk and seemed to try to avoid himself... what was he supposed to do?

After a while, he started to sing, one of the Polish folk gospels that Poland had taught him when he had started to teach him about his religion.

He squirmed, hoping to get some benefit out of the coolness of the floor, but every little motion made him have to bite back on the urge to groan. His whole body ached with the need to be touched, for the things that would drive the fire consuming him even further out of control...

He glanced up, at the sound of Liet's voice. It was slow and soft and pretty... The Baltics had always had nice singing voices. But Liet looked... lost. Afraid. Was he really that afraid for him? Maybe... of course he was. Maybe because Poland had been so dumb about keeping himself safe lately, or just because he was a good best friend and didn't like harm coming to him.

Slipping a little closer to Liet, he cautiously took his hand. It made him feel giddy, made his blood rush ever-faster, but he had to endure it. He was extremely hazy on a number of things, but he knew that he wanted Lithuania to be happy.

"'S okay," he mumbled, when Liet reached the end of the song. "We'll totally be okay." He squeezed his hand.

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Lithuania looked back at Poland, at their joined hands, and smiled, relief and worry both in his eyes. "We will. I'm sure we will." He softly squeezed the othe rnation's hand back, shuffling slightly to be able to better look at the blond. "Whatever it is, we'll get through it."

"Yeah, totally." He brought Liet's hand to his face and nuzzled it comfortingly. He could just... ignore the urges to do much, much more than that, right?

"I, like. I like, don't want you to be sad," he mumbled, a little incoherently. "So I'll be okay..."

...No, of course, I didn't... "I'd never want to hurt you." And the sad thing is that history will prove him wrong one day. But that's a long way into the future.

"You didn't," Poland said, trying to sound comforting. "I totally know you don't. It just... feels weird to be touched right now, ok? I'm fine, though. You didn't hurt me or anything, it's no big..."

"Maybe if you just sleep a bit? Everything might look a bit brighter after that." His voice is still soothing, careful, it might really be for the best if Poland just went to sleep.

He considered it. He didn't like lying down and resting when he didn't feel like it, or being told what to do, but... If he was sleeping, he couldn't be tempted. Maybe it would make the strange feelings go away, maybe it wouldn't, but at least he wouldn't be feeling compelled to sin...

"'Kays," he mumbled, getting up just long enough to climb into the bed. Moving, as before, proved to have some troublesome side effects. "I guess it's like, worth a shot..."

Lithuania nodded. "Would you like me to stay over here, or sit over there? I won't leave the room either way, promise." He had both Wolfram and Pakistan bringing them food now, and his only appointment for the day was his meeting up with Yujinn, but that would be much later today. ...His device flashed, and he looked down at Ritsuka's answer.

"Would you like to drink something?"

Poland took a moment to devote to finding a way for the blankets to keep him covered without being unbearably hot. It didn't really work. He wasn't so sure that being stark naked and lying on the cool floor would have worked, so maybe that wasn't such a surprise.

"You should like, get a chair or something. I don't want you right up next to me today..." Well, he did, but in a completely not-okay way, and he wasn't going to give in to that. It would be easier if Liet wasn't within arm's reach... maybe. Hopefully. "And, um, I guess?"

Lithuania nodded and dragged a chair over the wooden part of the floor, placing it next to the bed. Then he went away for a moment to come back with a glass of water, offering it to the blond. "It's cold, if you don't mind that. I could make you a tea if you want."

"Nah, it's cool. Like, don't bother, ok?"

He took a few long gulps of the water. Blessedly, it seemed to cool him down, if only just a little. When he wasn't thirsty anymore, he handed the glass back.

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"Alright, I will tell her that... Wolfram might drop by later this evening, are you alright with that?" He should have asked Poland before asking the other nation's girlfriend to visit... but he was sure that Wolfram would understand if he told him that she should not come.

Poland had to think about that for a moment. It still sounded awkward, but... he could be more frank with Wolfram about this sort of problem than with anyone else. Maybe that would be okay. "Oh... umm, 'kay. I guess."

"She'll bring some food, too." Lithuania leaned back and picked up a shirt that needed mending, getting comfortable to stay the next few hours on his chair.

He nodded, and settled in to try and sleep. It didn't work too well, though. He tossed and turned, still uncomfortably hot, and every moment was a struggle not to give in to temptation. If Lithuania hadn't been there, he had little doubt in his mind that he would have been driven to sin by the blinding, deafening need in his body... He shuddered at the thought, pushing his face into the pillows to hide the blush on it.

Maybe this was one of those things all men went through at a certain age and no one ever talked about it? Maybe?

Lithuania, who had been sitting next to the bed, trying to not make a sound, grew more worried again. Could it be that the drugs made Poland feverish atop of everything else? Well, at least that he could treat. The closet supplied him with everything that he needed, and then he was back with quark poulices and cold wet pices of cloth and other ways to cool his partner's body down. Now he just had to apply them as carefully as he could...

"Poland? Are you awake?"

Opening his eyes, Poland nodded a little. "Yeah," he said, no trace of sleepiness in his voice. "Totally. What is it?"

"Can I feel your temperature?" Normally, he would just have reached over and applied everything (after forcing Poland to stay in bed) but this time was different.

Poland didn't look terribly comfortable with the idea. It was bad enough that he was touching his clothes and the pillows and the blankets right now--more touching, under any circumstances, sounded like a bad plan to him.

"Do you like, have to?"

Lithuania sighed but tried to hide it. Poland had taken his hand before, but that had been his action, not someone else's. This would take time, wouldn't it?

"I made you those to cool you down... do you want to apply them yourself?" Normally, that would have been a ridiculous question. But now...

"Oh... I totally hadn't even thought of that!"

Which was a little ridiculous, really, because the heat was driving him mad. The aching need that pulsed through him wanted Liet to do it, to come close and touch him, but he still had the presence of his mind to deny the devil control of him. "I can like, do it myself. Here, gimme!"

Lithuania nodded and handed the poulices over, careful to not touch Poland or get near him in a way that seemed as if he itended to do so. "I have some of those, and some other things to cool you down, too."

As he applied the poultices, Poland wasn't sure if they were making things better or worse. He didn't feel quite so hot anymore, blessedly, but one more thing touching his bare skin... wasn't helping.

Still, it was obvious Liet was trying to help him out. "Like, thanks... What else have you got?"

"Cold water and rags that you can wet with it... It's the best that I could get from the closet." He would have tried to ask around if someone knew, but the whole matter was private and he didn't want more people to know what had happened to Poland. Because it was already shameful enough, even more for a male, because it would damage his friend's reputation, because it would make him look weak, because... "I could get you something cold to drink, too. Or a fan." He was sure that he could even get one of those fancy Italian or French ones out of the closet if he wanted.

"A drink and a fan sound totally nice," said Poland, managing a smile. "Just like, nothing with alcohol, 'kays? I already feel way out of it."

That, and he barely trusted his judgment at the moment as it was. As much as he loved his ale and mead and wódka and that crazy fruity stuff Hungary made, he really did not need to be drunk on top of what was already happening to his body.

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EPIC communication fail, boys. Good job orz

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