France and Male!Bela :D The Bar

"Oh shut it. Did not." Glowers, will never admit that Francis may be right. "How'd you manage to do it anyways? I usually hurk all over anyone who advances on me when I get /that/ drunk."

"Well... actually you did..." he mutters. "But I got you all cleaned up~~." grins smirkishly.

"...pfff" Snorts and chuckles a bit, looking at him with a 'you have got to be kidding me' face. "You were actually horny enough to have sex with someone right after they threw up on you? Wow. Just wow."

"......." turns away from him with a 'hmph' Ignoring. B||

Chuckles a bit more before quieting down, shifting on the bed a bit. "....Got any clothes I could wear?"

IGNORES. B||| He better apologize. An angry france is never good.

Pff. You expect Bela of all people to apologize? "...Fine." Lies back down on the bed, sheets still partially covering him, closing his eyes to doze off again.

B||
Snatches the sheets from him. :| Being such a snooty jerk face. Bad France.

Jumps a little, snatching a blanket from France with a glare and pulling it over himself. Bl

Snatches it right back, wrapping himself in it. "Hmph..." Closes his eyes as I going back to sleep.

Rolls his eyes and grabs some other sheets, wrapping himself in them and starting to fall back asleep as well. ((lol timeskip again?))

(( Ja I guess. )) A couple of hours later of extra sleep....
Francis by then had rolls out of his blanket cacoon, and was now wrapped around the Belarusian. Nuzzles the others back unconsciously, mumbling something intelligible.

Wakes up slowly, and much more peacefully than last time, cuddling into Francis without his mind being concious enough to realize what he's doing.

"Mmm...." wakes up slowly, blinking his eyes open gradually. Notices the other in his arms, doesnt bother moving for the moment.

Blinks his eyes open, staring at the other for a moment before.. "What the fuck?!" Shoves Francis forcefully away, scrambling backwards.. and falls off the bed, landing awkwardly and painfully, sore muscles shooting jabs of pain up his spine. "Shit!"

Looks over the bed, checking on the other, a chuckle spilling form his lips. "Are you okay down there?"

"Owww... no. I landed on my sore ass." Frowns, glaring up the other like it's all his fault. Which is sorta is, after all France was the one who made him that sore.. After a moment realizes his legs are splayed apart from the fall and flushes, slowly trying to pull them together despite the pain in the process.

"You should stay like that~ It suits you better, mon amour~." He says smirking lightly.

Glares at him, pressing his legs together. "Shut it, pervert." Winces a bit, the position he's kneeling in pulling his sore muscles. "Damn..."

"Maybe you shouldn't have pushed yourself out of the bed," has a small frown on his face though, looking at the other slightly sympathetic.

"Maybe you shouldn't have been sleeping so close to me." Growls a bit, looking away, flushing.

"Well it is my bed~." <3

"Doesn't mean you own everything on it." Pouts, looking away still. "And put some clothes on."

"Non... I'm comfortable like this. I don't see what the problem is." he said lightly.

Blushes a bit more, going silent for a little. "...Shut up. And get me some clothes, too."