//I yearn for Fluffy RusLiet.
While my intrusive thought want the exact opposite of fluff.
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10. December 1950
Lithuania had fallen asleep on the couch, originally only wanting a smal rest. His day had been very busy and he is absolutely exhausted.
First he felt a kind of relief that he could relax and then he fell asleep.
Next thing when he wakes up, he lays next to Russia onto the very same couch - now expanded with two couch-chair-things, with his head onto the Russian's chest and a blanket pulled over him.
The Lithuania almost instantly was awake, preparing himself to stutter explanation and excuses, shivering and scared, but as he lifted his head up, he felt Russia softly holding him down again.
,,Rūsija..? W-what are you d-doing..?", Lithuania asked carefully. He'd not dare to move anyway, he's scared of making Russia mad.
Tho honestly, the Near of the Russian was warming Liet's heart as he slowly relaxed again as no slap fell or no pushing.
He began to quietly enjoy the soft cuddling and found himself half asleep again, this time laying next to Russia.