Nedden Week 2017

Day 7-- Rainy Day

Lars curled up on the couch after figuring out where his lover hid his favorite blanket. He stared out the window behind the couch blankly, a serene feeling washing over him from the sound of fresh rain hitting the glass and dripping off the roof into the grass of the front yard. He wrapped the blanket around himself and sat content watching the rain. He didn't look over when he heard the loud announcement of someone walking in, intentionally loud or not (though of course, knowing how he was, Lars thought it was safe to assume he was being loud on purpose).

"Hey, Lars! Lars!" Mathias shouted before plopping down on the other side of the couch, completely drenched. Lars glared at him, pulling his blanket away so it wouldn't get wet by him.

"You're soaked," he said, looking back out the window.

"Yeah, I was outside," Mathias said with a smile. "I came to bring you out with me!" Lars looked over before scoffing.

"We may heal faster, but we're not immune. You'll get sick if you stay outside. Or even in those clothes." Mathias smiled suggestively.

"Do you wanna help me out of them, then? It might help warm me up, too. I'm freezing!" Lars rolled his eyes.

"Of course you are, you're wet." Mathias leaned closer, his hair dripping onto Lars' blanket and seeping through to his lap.

"Please, Lars?" He gave his best puppy eyes, pleading with the other nation. Lars groaned while tossing his blanket and pushing Mathias off.

"Only if it'll get you to stop getting me wet," he got up and walked back to the bedroom with Mathias, stopping to get a towel from the linens closet while Mathias continued to their room. He flopped on the bed immediately, to Lars' dismay while he pulled a sweater and pajama bottoms out of his dresser.

"No. You're not getting the bed wet too," he said curtly.

"Aw, come on, Lars! I'm cold!" Lars shook his head.

"I got a sweater for you. Change into that, and you'll be warmer." Mathias shook his head.

"You change me into it if you want me to wear it so bad." Mathias muttered while curling up. Netherlands sighed while crawling on the bed beside Mathias and getting to work changing him. He loved him, he really did! But sometimes he was such a pain. While pulling off Mathias' wet shirt, Lars thought about how much he wished the rain would lighten up or better yet stop so he could go outside for a smoke.

"Sit up so I can dry you off," Lars said while lifting him and gently wiping water of Mathias with the towel. The way he spoke may seem cold or straightforward, but his movements were gentle and loving as he carefully slipped the sweater over Mathias' head. Mathias smiled at him after poking his head through, his usually styled hair pressed flat against his forehead.

"Thanks, Lars." Mathias pressed a soft kiss to Lars' cheek.

"You're not done yet, you get to take care of the other half." He handed the towel and pajama bottoms to Mathias. Mathias took them from him while dejectedly walking towards the connected bathroom. Netherlands sighed while motioning Mathias to come back. Sometimes Mathias was so needy, but no matter what he hated to see his smile fade. Mathias lit up came back over. Lars took the towel from him and set the pants on the bed next to him. He grumbled while struggling to pull his jeans off, complaining about why Mathias would wear jeans that were so skinny.

"Hey, don't act like you don't like 'em," Mathias said playfully when he heard him. "You know they make my ass look good." Lars rolled his eyes.

"You don't need to wear certain jeans to make your ass look good." He said while drying his legs off. Once he finished, he tossed the towel aside and grabbed the soft pajama bottoms and started pulling them on Mathias. Mathias grabbed his hands while leaning forward.