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A Kiss is Just a Kiss [Closed]
Who: Lithuania (
watchful_knight) and Poland (
reckless_eagle).
Where The woods.
When: Saturday, May 29th, mid-afternoon.
Rating: PG-13 at the very highest.
Summary: Poland and Lithuania go out berry-picking and discuss their upcoming nuptials.
the Story:
Poland hadn't realized before now just how tedious it was to plan a wedding (or something like one). He'd always liked them--you know, gathering in the church, nice clothes, pretty flowers, lots of drinking afterwards, families connecting, people feeling good--but he just hadn't realized how much work went into them. Made it a little less fun, if no less exciting. He supposed that Jadwiga and her advisers had done a lot of the planning when he and Liet had their official wedding... he missed her, God rest her soul. Oh, well.
At any rate, there was no way he was going to spend all of his time until the upcoming ceremony organizing things. It was boring. He needed to get out of the room and do something. And it probably wasn't good for Liet to work too much, either, so he had to get him to come with.
Half an hour and a few come on, Liet's later, they were out in the woods. Lithuania had a basket in one arm and Poland hanging off of the other one.
"It's totally nice out here," the blond gushed, tugging him over to a berry bush and plucking a few. They never made it to the basket, ending up in his mouth instead. "I can't believe how fast it got this warm after the frost, you know?"
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Where The woods.
When: Saturday, May 29th, mid-afternoon.
Rating: PG-13 at the very highest.
Summary: Poland and Lithuania go out berry-picking and discuss their upcoming nuptials.
the Story:
Poland hadn't realized before now just how tedious it was to plan a wedding (or something like one). He'd always liked them--you know, gathering in the church, nice clothes, pretty flowers, lots of drinking afterwards, families connecting, people feeling good--but he just hadn't realized how much work went into them. Made it a little less fun, if no less exciting. He supposed that Jadwiga and her advisers had done a lot of the planning when he and Liet had their official wedding... he missed her, God rest her soul. Oh, well.
At any rate, there was no way he was going to spend all of his time until the upcoming ceremony organizing things. It was boring. He needed to get out of the room and do something. And it probably wasn't good for Liet to work too much, either, so he had to get him to come with.
Half an hour and a few come on, Liet's later, they were out in the woods. Lithuania had a basket in one arm and Poland hanging off of the other one.
"It's totally nice out here," the blond gushed, tugging him over to a berry bush and plucking a few. They never made it to the basket, ending up in his mouth instead. "I can't believe how fast it got this warm after the frost, you know?"
/stares at last tag. This is why I shouldn't tag half asleep.
Before, he had had planned things out, at least most of it. Had pledged to himself that he would not initiate any contact through all of this, because no matter how good everything seemed to be going... He knew how sudden Poland's flashback to what had happened could pop up.
Yet, with Poland and his lips and Poland and happiness seeming to fill every cell of his body... All plans were gone, and without the nation noticing it himself, his hands had come to gently rest at Poland's hips, and then started to slip around the smaller nation's waist to hug him closer.
Pffft. It's fine, dear <3
Somehow, he thought, Lithuania's hair seemed softer than it ever had, and he wished he could just soak the feeling of it into his fingertips. He half-imagined he could feel the waves of it in his hand... His lips were soft, too, soft like the way he always smiled at him, and Poland felt himself smiling against them at that thought.
He wanted to tell Lithuania about all the warm, dizzy thoughts he was having, and opened his mouth to do just that... forgetting that his lips were still pressed firmly against Liet's. The resulting sensation as his lips moved against his friend's made him gasp quietly in surprise, but instead of pushing Liet away, he pulled him closer.