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[Maybe he was too nice sometimes. Some people actually encouraged him to be more egoistic sometimes. But he just couldn't, it just wasn't fair. And anyhow, in this case, he knew that Arthur needed his aid in these rough times.
Toris carried the tray with tea and bread through the long corridors and over to the door to Arthur's room. But as he opened the door and peeked his head inside, it wasn't the Englishman's room he saw, but a much larger room with light walls and a few pieces of furniture scattered about, covered with white sheets. What? But he couldn't have gotten it wrong, he knew the house by heart! Fifth door on the right, west wing. And there was no way a room of this size existed in the wing either.
As the Lithuanian turned around he found that the corridor behind him wasn't the one of the great Soviet's house either. What the hell was this? Was he dreaming? Had he gotten himself killed again? ('Cause God knows he didn't want to remember that sniper incident.)]
Arthur?
[The young man was now wandering aimlessly through these unknown corridors, searching for someone or something that could tell him what had just happened.]
[[OOC: Okay, so this poor fella is the Lithuania from an AU where UK decided to join the Soviet Union. He will believe that any England/Arthur he stumbles upon is severely depressed and might be slightly startled by any Russia/Ivan. More info on AU HERE.]]
Toris carried the tray with tea and bread through the long corridors and over to the door to Arthur's room. But as he opened the door and peeked his head inside, it wasn't the Englishman's room he saw, but a much larger room with light walls and a few pieces of furniture scattered about, covered with white sheets. What? But he couldn't have gotten it wrong, he knew the house by heart! Fifth door on the right, west wing. And there was no way a room of this size existed in the wing either.
As the Lithuanian turned around he found that the corridor behind him wasn't the one of the great Soviet's house either. What the hell was this? Was he dreaming? Had he gotten himself killed again? ('Cause God knows he didn't want to remember that sniper incident.)]
Arthur?
[The young man was now wandering aimlessly through these unknown corridors, searching for someone or something that could tell him what had just happened.]
[[OOC: Okay, so this poor fella is the Lithuania from an AU where UK decided to join the Soviet Union. He will believe that any England/Arthur he stumbles upon is severely depressed and might be slightly startled by any Russia/Ivan. More info on AU HERE.]]