http://reckless-eagle.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] reckless-eagle.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2010-05-29 08:45 pm

A Kiss is Just a Kiss [Closed]

Who: Lithuania ([livejournal.com profile] watchful_knight) and Poland ([livejournal.com profile] 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?"

[identity profile] watchful-knight.livejournal.com 2010-06-03 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
He shivered slightly at the light touch when Poland's fingers brushed over his skin by accident., unable to tell why - he was neither cold, nor scared, nor anything else, he felt really warm and happy and content in Poland's arms... "They are? I've never paid much attention to them, I've been told that they are green, though..." He continued caressing the soft skin between Poland's ear and cheekbones with hsi fingers. "They told me it's like the sea, but yours are more like green frields on a summer's day."