Guess What?

Keep Your Pretty Mouth Shut

WhatamaIdoing

I licked and sucked his skin leaving a nasty mark. He struggled at first, but soon stopped. I could hear him whining slightly, but there was definitely hints of moans in his shaky voice. After I was satisfied with my work I straightened myself, looking him in the eyes.

I looked at his shoulder, noticing how a bruise was forming inside my bite mark. It was bleeding. I smirked at it, turning, leaving him in there.

I took shaky breaths as I tried to calm myself. My face was burning. I could feel a warm liquid slowly starting to fall from the bite mark. It was either Russia's salvia or my blood. Or both.

As Russia opened the door, allowing some light to come inside, I got a choked voice from my throat but immediately started to lost it. He turned to face me with that smirk of his. I felt the campfire slowly fading out inside of me.

He chuckled at my hopeless state. I could not get anything out of my mouth, no matter how hard I tried.

"Просто держи этот красивый рот на замке. Вы, кажется, мастер в этом", he purred sweetly at the door. As he closed it I had a slight panic, as I thought he would lock the door. Gladly he only closed it.     (I want to make Russ lock Fin in somewhere now-)

I waited for a second before turning to look at the letter I had putted down before I could break it. It was fine. I sighed from relief as I took it and placed it under my shirt to hide it. I fixed my shirt before closing the table lamp, and walking to the door. Just as I was about to press the doorknob I stopped.

I turned around to look at the dark bedroom. His bedroom. I couldn't get the memories of him out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. I wanted to forget him. But I just couldn't. I wanted to forget what he has done, but to no avail.

My memory was excellent. Others called it a blessing. I called it a curse. I could remember every battle vividly. Too vividly.

I opened the door, locking it as I step outside. I quickly walk over to Switzerland and Germany, nodding to Switzerland as I smile faintly.

I helped Germany on his feet, walking him outside. It had stopped raining thankfully. I got Germany on the back seat of my car, as I turned to look at the house. I could see Russia in the kitchen window. He looked me straight in the eye. And smirked before I turned around and left.

I looked out at the window as Finland drove away. I took the bottle of alcohol next to me, turning, knowing that the others were going to leave soon. I saw America walking, well more like stumbling, towards me. I grunted looking at him with disgust. I knew that face.

"Hey handsome~", he slurred out at me as he gently placed his finger tips on my chest, walking them up towards my neck. I snatched his wrist, growling at him.

"Get out of my sight Америка", I spitted out at him. He looked surprised as I let go of his wrist, pushing him farter away from me. He lost his balance and fell backwards, still looking at me like I did something unheard of. I walked past him, still carrying the alcohol in my hand looking for Canada knowing he wouldn't get drunk.

I found him in the back yard trying to stop Australia from starting a campfire on my home. I walked over to him, tapping his shoulder lightly.

"Канада? I think you take Америка home now", I looked at Australia who was now, without any support having trouble standing straight. "And him", I chuckled at his funny attempts at standing.

"Yeah, I probably should", he sighed heavily helping his brother up on his feet. He had a little trouble but eventually got Australia to the car. Then he got America.

I was so glad that America was out of here now. Soon everyone left home to deal with their hangovers. I was left with my siblings in the house. My siblings all went to their rooms to sleep, but I couldn't even think of sleeping. All I could think about was Finland.

I was puzzled by the warmth he provided me so I thought that my father must have some answers to me. I went to his room. The door was locked. I took the key I had on my necklace and opened the door. I turned the light on walking around, looking at the bookshelfs.

I realised I had no idea what I was looking for. I sat down on my fathers bed, wondering what I should do. Where should I start?

I walked over to his desk, sitting on the chair. I spinned around for a while before starting to feel like throwing up. Being drunk and spinning wasn't a great idea at all.

I decided it would be the best to start thinking about what I should look for. Maybe my father's diary has something helpful?

I FORGOT
Translation :
Просто держи этот красивый рот на замке. Вы, кажется, мастер в этом = Just keep that beautiful mouth shut. You seem to be the master at that