Ticklish Afternoon

Toris looked up at Ivan in fear. “N-no…”

“Da,” Ivan whispered in his ear.

Toris shook his head. “No!”

“Da!”

“No!”

“Let me take care of you,” Ivan lead him into the bedroom.

“No!” Toris whined, and tried to fight back. But it was no use. Ivan was far too strong. “P-please, I don’t want to! I don’t want it!”

“Yes you do.”

“IVAN NO I DON’T!”

“Yes you do. Do not deny it.”

“PLEASE! IVAN!” Toris was shrieking already, and kicking out his legs as he was guided to the bed.

“Just be happy that I did not do it on the couch, because it is more liable to break,” Ivan said cheerfully, and literally tossed Toris onto the bed. He straddled the smaller man with a happy smile. “Now relax. It can get painful if you do not relax, Toris.”

“Pleeeeaaaaase!” Toris whined once more, but it was no use. Ivan’s mind was set. “…Please be gentle this time…”

“No promises,” Ivan said, and began to pull up Toris’ shirt. “Arms up.”

Toris obeyed. He would be restrained if he did not obey.

Ivan smiled as the shirt was raised up to Toris’ chest . . .

The poor Lithuanian prepared himself. This would be painful, he knew. He was just surprised that Ivan hadn’t done it while they were on the couch. Ivan’s head lowered to kiss Toris’ belly, and then . . .

A gigantic raspberry was blown, making Toris shoot his arms back down and shriek. Ivan’s hands were already squeezing his sides, making him buck and squirm now.

“Tickle tickle!” The Russian teased as he tickled his boyfriend of several years now. “You are so cute, little Liet! You have needed to smile for a while now!”

“NO I HAHAHAVEN’T!” Toris screeched. His hands tried to push away Russia, but to no avail. The larger man was like a rock. “LEHEHET MEHE UHUHUUUUP!” He was already feeling his sad mood slip away! No! He wasn’t ready to be happy again, he needed to be sad for a little longer more!

“Mmmm…No,” He said happily. Ivan grabbed Toris’ wrists and pulled them under his knees so they were trapped, and dug into the nation’s worst spot: his ribcage.

The Lithuanian tossed his head back in mad laughter and squeals, momentarily forgetting who he was for a second, and bucked wildly. It got him nowhere though, as Ivan was basically a truck. He wouldn’t budge and Toris couldn’t concentrate enough to summon all of his strength to get him off. He could only flop around like a dying fish making all kinds of noises the neighbors must simply love.

Besides, the Russian finally decided to give him a break. “Maybe for a few seconds I can stop,” Ivan had grown worried that his lover’s entire face, plus his ears, had turned red from shouting and laughing so hard. “Are you alright, Toris?”

The Lithuanian was gasping for breath and still giggling, but he nodded.

“Good! This is for not saying Happy Birthday to a very special person after a month!” Ivan dug back into the ribs, and Toris howled.

“IHIHI’M SOHOHOHRRY!” Lithuania screeched, and bucked up and down until Ivan was actually bucked a little and stopped tickling.

“Wow…” He blinked. “No one but America has been so strong as to move me like that…” Russia decided to get off and just watched his lover—he was beautiful. Such a beautiful man shouldn’t be so serious and sad all the time! He brushed a strand of hair out of Toris’ face and hopped off. “Alright, alright. Do you think that you have made up for not laughing today?”

“Yes!” The other nodded quickly. “Yehehes!”

“Da?” Ivan wiggled his fingers above the other man’s tummy threateningly.

“DA!” Toris curled into a giggly ball.

“Alright,” He chuckled to himself and flopped over beside him. “I love you, you sunflower.”

“I love you too, Ivan…” Toris quickly cuddled into the warmth, then blew a raspberry into Ivan’s neck.

He relished in that squeal the Russian gave off, because there were only a handful of people in the world who had ever heard it be let out so freely and happily as he did then. Russia was such as sad nation, and so was Lithuania, but they kept each other happy by doing silly things like this.

“Tickle fights are so immature,” He huffed out.

“Says the man who just made me squeal!” Ivan blushed and held his lover close.

“Well you started it!”

“I was hoping to cheer you up is all!”

“Well…It…Worked,” He grudgingly admitted. “You butthead.”

“Do you need to be tied down?”

“Ivan!” Toris snorted and smacked his side.

“Whaaaaat? It is more fun when you are helpless!”

“IVAN.”

“Helpless, giggling, squeali—HING!” Ivan squeaked and giggled when Toris wiggled a single finger on his belly, and he retaliated by covering that spot and rolling to the side.

It was Lithuania’s turn to smile at Ivan. “I really do love you, Ivan.”

“I love you too, Toris,” He rolled back over so they could snuggle, as two very happy men.