Tino
is
very very drunk and texting whoever he has in his contacts... [open thread, because it's dead here]
((...Almost thought this was ooc))
((can I take it? russ account perhaps?))
old!Russia
is
at a meeting when his phone starts to vibrate. He smiles happily to see its a text from Tino. He types quickly, under the table so his
superiors won't notice. "Tino 8D its so uncommon for you to text me!"
((Multiple people can join, if they'd like. I'm more than happy to start new thread as well. It's just so quiet lately. ;A; ))
((yeah, I know what you mean ;w; and yeah, the more the merrier))
takes a few moments to reply, and his reply has a few errors to it. 'Your face is uncommon'. Definitely drunk.
his expression changes to a rather sad one. Lucky him, his superiors don't notice. "Eh? Is it because of my nose?"
"Yes. Yes it is your nose. It looks like a J." He rolled over, ending up falling off the couch and sending "sljdfgh" as well.
"
So what? you're chubbier than I am." He said, feeling annoyed and hurt. He still hasn't realized the other is drunk.
So what? you're chubbier than I am." He said, feeling annoyed and hurt. He still hasn't realized the other is drunk.
"So?" Came back the fairly quick reply. Then a moment of nothing, and then another new text. "i'm not that fat am i?"
"No Tino, your love handles are fairly cute." He said, starting to suspect there was something off with the other.
((...change said for texted))
looked down at his rarely used phone. A text that wasn't from Lovino? "¡Hola Tino! How are you?" ((The more the merrier?))
((yeah <3))
"I'M NOT CUTE" Came the reply, in three seperate texts, just to get his point across and...oh! Someone else texted him back! "Haha oh
perkele I am so good"
"Bueno~ What are you up to mi amigo?" He texted back, happy to be conversing with someone.
"U R AS CUTE AS THEY GET" He replied, one letter in each text, as the other did.
"eating carpet lol" was his reply to Antonio, as he was face down on his living room floor. "R NOT" Only one text in reply to Ivan this
time, rolling onto his back with a huff.
frowned, thinking that it probably wasn't tasty. "...do you do that a lot? Does it taste good?" He asked in text, curious.
"Finny. Are you drunk?" Tino didn't usually followed his game that much.
"dust and sadness. maybe that's just me though." The floor was getting uncomfortable, but sitting up made him all dizzy! "...why?"
((is the "why" for me?))
((Yes, sorry~))
"Because you're misspelling about 80% of everything you type lol" He texted back, chuckling a bit.
"i m so drunbk" He admitted to the Russian "its saturday and im left all alone 
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lt;"
"Oh. Drinking by yourself? That's no good. Where's sweden when you need him?"
"work" Because Stockholm was waaaay to many letters for him right now. "and eduard is spending the weekend with latvia"
"And the rest of your brothers?"
"too faaaaaaaar and probs fucking each other neways"
raised an eyebrow at the last text, trying not to laugh. "Finny you're being way too honest today."
"Sadness?? That sounds...sad. What happened??" He texted back, his smile falling.
"well ur being really nice." Ha! Take that, Russia! Oh, another text, Antonio this time! "im alones )quot;
quot;
"What's? That's never fun...where are your friends?"
"Thanks! ^J^"
"All busy! so here i am on my carpent and holf fuck i am drunk" He glared at his phone for a moment at Ivan's response. He hadn't meant for
that to be a compliment. He considered things for a moment. "r u busy?"
"Yeah, but not really." He said, staring at the powerpoint presentation and the general explaining how using another type of toilet paper
would save millions of dollars in the military.
"I miss you }quot;
quot;
"I miss you too finny." Tino was definitely drunk.
"u remember when i lived with u? i miss those days." WAY drunk.
"Drunk? Did you have a party?" That sounded like fun, maybe he should join. "Can I come?" He texted back.
Oh! Oh Spain wanted to come over! "sure!!!! my house~ 
" ...Oh he supposed he should put pants on..
" ...Oh he supposed he should put pants on..
"Really? Back then all you seemed to want to do was get out of my house "
"
"not 4 awhile! i was happy 4 like 50 years!"
"That would be fun! Should I come over now?"
"Then why'd you leave?"
"Sure!" He began to haul himself up off of the floor to find some clothing... "cuz u were scary then"
"Am I still scary?"
"sometimes"
"Oh... I see." He said, now looking obviously depressed to his superiors.
"but not often really n not really around me just usa sometimes..."
"America asks for it :T" He says, pouting a bit, making his superiors wonder just what he's doing.
[[SPAIN YOU WILL NOT ASSOCIATE WITH DRUNK LOWLIFES]]
[Aw let him have some fun Lovi~]
"thas just how he is though" This seemed to be moving away from their original conversation, not that he could tell. Or care.
[[If he wants to have that kind of fun then he can come home and I'll kick him in the balls and make him sleep on the couch. He'll still
wake up in pain and without sex.]]
After a few moments of no reply, Tino went through his contacts...oh! Lovino... "hey wat r u wearing???"
[You need to have more fun bb]
He jumped slightly as his phone buzzed in his pocket-- he never received texts or calls. A glance at the screen reminded him why he liked
that. "No."
[[Nothappening.]]
" ok how r u then?"
ok how r u then?"
The brunette rolled his eyes, but decided to play along if he had to. "I've been better."
"whats wrong?" He frowned a little, nearly falling over as he pulled a pair of shorts on.
stares at his phone, in his kitchen, preparing the food for the dogs.
Lovino pouted at the phone, resisting temptation to just throw it across the room and be done with this nonsense. "None of your business."
"i just wanna help!" He waits a few minutes and tries Germany again. "Luuuuuuuudwiiiiiiiig"
Germany
feels
his brow twitch and answers with a simple "What?"
"u remember when i beat u up and threw u out of lapland?"
He sighed, rolling his eyes. He'd rather have help from the albino potato than this drunk idiot... "I don't need help."
"r u sure? i m really good at it! i help sve and den all the time!" He pouted a little to himself.
frowns, putting the knife he was using down to answer properly. "Remember when I kicked your ass 7:1 1981 and 6:1 1989?" he answered, more
proud of his more current achievements in sport than anything.
Well. That. Was a bit of a buzzkill. "n here i was going to say how hot u were all bloodied up. but sweaty and panting is good 2 :3 "
"Hey tino, what r u wearing?" (/will go that direction lol)
(just pretend i'm russia not france orz))
"Denmark would probably consider hitting himself in the head with a brick to be good advice." He wasn't going to mention the tall, blonde
Nordic. Lovino was terrified of him.
plopped down on his bed, fiddling with the zipping on his shorts. "shorts n thats about it" He laughed at Lovino's response. "lol yeah but
really u sure u dont want any help???"
"oh." is all that Ludwig types back in the first answer, just to add, "...what the heck?" in the second.
grins as his phone buzzes again! Yay! So popular! "n ur muscles 2. n ripped up clothes. mmmm"
"...what's wrong with you? that Metal Goth Music gone to your head?" he asks, frowning at his phone with pink cheeks.
"if that was the case id be be burnin ur house down" He laughed. Silly Ludwig. He'd clearly never listened to metal! "just thinkin bout u"
"I don't need any help!" The Finnish male was starting to get on his nerves, brows furrowing as he switched off his telenovella and buried
under blankets on the couch.
"ok srry 4 bothering u" if Lovino really insisted he didn't need help, he wouldn't push it. Too drunk to be persistent, really.
"...obviously." Ludwig sighed and put the phone aside again, trying to finish the food for the dogs.
(confused, which one's for me?)
"You should be." He huffed and plunked his phone down on the end table, curling up.
[["Shorts and that's about it." You asked what he was wearing.]]
"thats it?" He asked Ludwig after a few moments of nothing. Disappointed.
((merci lovi~))
"How about underwear?" He was suddenly enjoying the conversation even more.
had to check. "yes silky red 1s they r soooo soft ivan"
"Really? Does it feel good on your skin?" Red was his favourite color.
"very good! it almost feels like its nothing!" He was a little oblivious at the moment, but that would soon change.
"Hey Tino, next time I see you, I'll slip my hand into those red boxers of yours." He types, grinning at his cellphone.
Watches how his dogs devour their foodbefore he goes to see that unread message on his phone again. He needed a moment to recollect what
they had talked about before he replies: "Well, obviously you're not, so I guess you're drunk. Or really lame at flirting. ," he adds as
," he adds as
an afterthought.
blushed, then smirked when it clicked what Ivan was on to. "o? even if its @ a summit" He liked where this was going! He then checked his
inbox again. Oh! Ludwig, excellent. "haha yeah both."
"If there is a posibility of someone watching us while at it better yet. Right then and there I'll squeeze it over those silky red boxers"
Maybe he shouldn't have zipped up these shorts... "right there undr the table?? or will u wait until lunch and we can sneak off??"
"Most woulnd't notice if you sat by my side... But the lunch break would be ideal." Russia stormed out of the meeting.
snorts. "I see. Well, please be sure to drink lots of water to avoid a headache."
paused in typing his message to check the new text from Germany. "ok!!! ths mean i shuld stop txting u??"
"that's hot" Shorts were definitely coming back off. "mayb u could tease me until lunch thn?? "
"
"Of course... I'd be easy to loose your belt and get my hand into your pants. I can almost see your face blushing from that."
"...continue if it helps you sober up," he types, hesitating a moment before he hits send.
Tino
was
blushing a little. "itd b hard not 2 push up in2 ur hand. ur always so cold but if feels good." He smiled at Ludwig's response. "ur so sweet
its ok tho, ivan's txting me 2 
" He didn't want to harass someone he currently was getting along with. He was beginning to sober up a
" He didn't want to harass someone he currently was getting along with. He was beginning to sober up a
tiny bit now, since he hadn't had anything new to drink.
"My hand would start toying with your cock making it so hard... I'd be making you pant in the middle of the meeting."
began to rub himself through his boxers, reading that last text from Ivan over a couple times. "itd b so hard not 2 moan n get us caught"
locked the door of an empty meeting room, sitting on a chair and undoing his pants, finding a bit hard to text with one hand. "Tino, are you
hard already?"
nodded, as he sent his reply. "yes r u?"
"Getting there." He said, reading the previous texts to help himself.
"good i love ur big thick dick just thinking about it turns me on"
Yeah, that was definitely helping. "I'm gonna stroke your cock, i'll squeeze it until you have to cover your mouth so the other's won't
hear your moans."
"with all ur teasing i dont kno if i can wait until lunch hopefully some1 boring is talking cuz i wanna get out of this conference..."
raises an eyebrow at the last text. "Good luck then," he wrote back before he got himself a beer and sat down in front of the tv.
"Its always someone boring. Lets get out of here." Ivan was getting impatient too... And just how long would it take to get to Tino's house?
"no1 uses the bathroom on the 2nd floor i wouldnt have 2 hold back my screams"
"Sounds fantastic. So we're already at the bathroom. What do you do next?"
"Well you've been teasing me through the whole meeting, only fair I get on my knees, open up your pants, mouth that wonderful bulge..."
"With those pink, full lips of yours? lucky!" He writes, his other hand stroking his erection.
"Just wait until I open up your boxers, lick that nice big dick from the bottom to the tip, start sucking on the head."
"Ah tino~ I've always loved the way you suck me." He said, his hands mimicking (poorly) the actions the other described.
"I also know you like it when I look up at you as I try and take as much of your dick into my hot wet mouth.." He moaned, closing his eyes
for a moment to picture this. Why was Moscow so far away...?
"You r right, I love it when u do that, I always get even more hard when u do it." God damn it, if only he could suck his own dick.
"I luv 2 make u moan, gently squeeze ur balls as i try to swallow u"
"I'm moaning by just imagining u do it... Suck me harder, let me cum in your mouth...!" Russia was getting impatient. Maybe it wasn't such a
bad idea to get to tino's house.
"Not gunna happen, pull back and get back up. ur not allowed to cum until u get me off 2. not very fair otherwise."
"How about you get me off first and I get you off after that?"
"So impatient!" Not that Tino would actually complain. "Ok, I'll deepthroat u, swallow around ur thick cock, close my eyes w/ a moan."
Da, russia was very impatient. He looked at the last text and smiled making up his mind. "I'm coming over Tino."
,,,he hadn't been expecting that. But he was still drunk enough to not think twice about it. "be quick!"
(a separate plurk to let tino keep drunk texting?)
((Sure x3))