This is a place for me to put all my PWP oneshots, but they migh end before you actually get any action. (Bwa.) So, here are all of the plotless things that will have no end. Thank you and have a very splendiferous day.

01

Russia pushed his bedroom door open and tugged his scarf loose. Today had been hellish, to say the least.

First off, Belarus had woken him by tearing his doorknob out. Not the best of ways to start the morning.

He realized he had misplaced his pipe. And no, he did not cry! That was for pansies. He, Russia, was not a pansy.

Then, as he was eating breakfast, Lithuania had dropped by to...well, he wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. He just sort of mumbled something incoherent and waved him away, still tired. Belarus had crushed his radius this time, and he watched him march by dripping blood out the door to the hospital.

Ukraine had come to visit (what was it, let's-all-bother-Russia day?) and they had had a pleasant conversation on nothing much, but his boss kept calling every few minutes until he realized he had forgotten to fax over a very important document the day before and had to cut that short.

Before he even stepped in the door, Belarus had crept up behind him and started chanting "marriage...marriage..." over and over, causing him to shriek, lock the door, and realize he had dropped his vodka bottle on said very important document. He had spent the next twenty minutes unearthing a copy and filling it out again.

Finally, after forgetting to eat lunch and finishing every last fucking form that they thought he might want to waste his time on, he threw something together for dinner and decided to lock himself in his bedroom until Belarus went home.

All in all, not very pretty. He rubbed the dark circles under his eyes and sighed softly. He had not even had time to talk to his-

He blinked.

Blinked again.

America was lying handcuffed in his bed. He tried to keep the emotion out of his voice. America looked up.

Russia stepped closer. "Why are you in my bed and handcuffed?"

He scowled and burned holed in the floor with his glare. "Fuck...might as well get this over with...um...happy birthday?"

His birthday. Of course. He had forgotten.

Kicking his boots off, he crawled up onto the bed. "Mm...I think I'll like my present very much...I'll have a very happy birthday, da?"

Uh, like I said, no continuation, just random oneshots of any pairing that strikes my fancy but that has no real plot (you lie, that one actually could have been good), so next chapter will be another random oneshot.