Axis Powers Hetalia - Lithuania - PG - Lithuanian Outsourcing (Part One)
Title: Lithuanian Outsourcing, Part One
Author: Ema (lightningrapier)
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: Mentions of Lithuania/Russia.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 1,511.
Notes: About the very last line in this fic -- there was a bit of "wank" about it on the scanslation post itself. The scanslator translated it to "He is my ex, after all" and was corrected a few times that the more literal translation would be "He's second-hand from me" (i.e. he's 'already been used'). The scanslator stood by her version, saying it was more "localized". Personally, I prefer my translation, which is closer to the actual meaning but still sounds like something someone would actually say, but I guess you can make up your mind about that one. Russia is still creepy no matter what.
Also, about the aliens -- it's a reference to Roswell, NM and Area 51. America is pretty much THE country for alien sightings/abductions.
Disclaimer: APH is owned by Hidekaz and not be me. This was done so I could have a friend in the fandom, not to rip off of his storylines. This was also done from the lovely scanslation by youkofujima, which you can find here. Thank you for the translation!
At the end of the war, economic downturn was rampant throughout Europe. Cities had been destroyed, the countryside had been ravaged with hand-dug trenches that stretched for miles. Europe was in a mess -- and some countries had it worse than others. Certainly, Germany was one of the worst -- but England wasn't about to hand any help to them. He couldn't help but notice, however, that somewhere in the mess of war, Lithuania's economy had plummeted, and things were so bad that one could not even afford to eat boiled rice there. There wasn't much England could offer Lithuania in his country -- so what could he do? Where could he take him to?
It didn't take long before England remembered America. That idiot was doing perfectly fine after the war. And as much as it might pain England to go to America for help, he wasn't about to let that stand in the way of keeping Lithuania from starving to death. It didn't take long for Lithuania to pack up his meager belongings and board the flight to America with England, staring down at the ocean the whole way.
When they arrived, America was there to greet them, although he looked a little confused as to why they were there.
"Hey, America." England lifted a hand in a wave, and then moved straight to business. "Is it all right if Lithuania works for you?"
America looked surprised at first, and then grinned -- an expression Lithuania was frankly relieved to see, all things considered. It would be horrible to have to turn around and get right back on the plane (jet lag notwithstanding!).
"Oh, that's great!" America said, warmly. "I was just looking to hire, too!" America stopped, suddenly, whipping out a small folded piece of paper from his pocket and unfolding it. It was a small map. He studied it for a moment, thinking. "By the way," he asked, glancing to England, "where is Lithuania's place?"
England turned to the map and realized what it was -- a map of the United States. He sighed, his face suddenly heating as his anger grew. Did America always have to be such an idiot?! And in front of company, no less!
"Get a world map, you git!" he cried.
"This is a world map, stupid!" America answered, looking rather miffed. Lithuania, however, didn't seem to mind. He smiled, leaning in towards the two and pointing off the edge of the map, across an invisible Pacific Ocean, into mid-air.
"Oh, my house is around hereabouts," he explained. "It's near your place!"
It wasn't, at all, England thought, but America smiled, too.
"Hey," he said, brightly, "then it's pretty close!" America folded the map back up, stuffing it back into his pocket. "Okay! I'll show you around--" And he walked forward, beginning to talk, leaving Lithuania and England momentarily behind. Lithuania was still smiling, and he turned towards England, his face flushed.
"Oh, I'm so relieved!" he said. "America seems like a really serious guy!"
England just stood there, jaw hanging open, as Lithania rushed after America to catch up.
It had been a long flight, and so America had (grudgingly) invited England to stay the night before catching the flight back to the Croydon Aerodrome. England was rather relieved -- not only could he use a good night's sleep, but he would be able to make sure Lithuania had adjusted before flying off and leaving him under America's wing.
The next morning, England stumbled down into the kitchen, surprised to see Lithuania already awake, the smell of food fresh and thick in the air. He was just about to say something when America rushed in past him, his shirt unbuttoned and flapping in a self-made breeze, giving both Lithuania and England quite a view.
"Morning!" America cried, looking half-asleep and yet still very rushed. "Lithuania, have you seen--"
"Your glasses are by the sink!" Lithuania replied, smiling brightly.
America rushed, grabbing his glasses and slipping them on. England already wanted to know just why the hell America's glasses were there, but he couldn't ask -- America was already shouting about something else.
"I'm gonna be late!" he cried.
"I've already prepared breakfast!" Lithuania answered. "You just... have to get dressed." Lithuania handed America his breakfast on a small plate, helped him into his jacket, and waved. "Careful on your way out!" he cried. England watched in shock, seating himself at the kitchen table.
He's able to live normally with America already? he thought in disbelief. Could it be that he's actually suffering and just not saying anything?
"Hey... Lithuania," he called, and Lithuania turned towards him after waving America out, looking positively joyful.
"Ah!" he cried. "I love this life!"
England just stared.
Later that day, England got back on the plane, leaving a very happy Lithuania behind, waving and babbling his thanks. The longer England was home, though, the more he worried about Lithuania. Was America working him too hard? Was America's clumsy idiocy driving Lithuania crazy? The worry had gotten to England so deeply that he'd actually chartered a flight, only two months later, back to America's home just to make sure. When England showed up on America's front door, America answered, mug in hand, eyes wide.
"What a surprise," he said, "you visiting me like this."
"Uh," England said, shaking his head, "I was just worried about how Lithuania was doing..."
"Oh, I see." America showed England inside, stopping in the sitting room. "Here, have a mug." He paused. "I only have coffee, though."
"Whatever, just show me to Lithuania!" England answered, abruptly, ignoring the offered mug. America almost grinned.
The two men moved down the hall and out the back door, into America's backyard.
"Lithuania!" America called. "England wants to see you!"
"Oh!" Lithuania was crouched down at the end of the deck, tending to a large animal. "You need me for something?" he asked. England couldn't do much at stare at the scene before him. A spaceship was flying low over America's yard, and small alien animals were jumping about the yard. "Please wait a minute, this one can't stand for me to leave..."
America laughed as Lithuania jumped down from the deck, running out into the yard. The spaceship suddenly let out a bright beam of white light, pulling Lithuania into the air. England stared on in horror as if he was having some sort of nightmare.
"Hey!" Lithuania cried, although he seemed like he was having fun, from the tone of his voice. "Haven't I asked you not to suddenly beam me up all the time?"
"Alright, Lithuania!" America cried, pumping a fist. "You're really popular!" He ran to the end of the dock, leaving England standing there in horror alone.
After the spaceship had cleared out ("Come back again soon, okay? I'll miss you!" Lithuania had said) and the three were back inside, England pulled Lithuania aside as he was dusting the room.
"Lithuania," England said, his face white, "How are you able to adjust so well to this?"
Lithuania smiled a bit. "If you'd lived with Poland twenty-four-seven only to get invaded by Russia, you'd think this was heaven, too." He looked a bit weary, but really, nothing seemed worse-for-wear. America had nothing but praises for Lithuania's work, and Lithuania seemed happy enough, so England considered his work done and took a flight out the next day.
Only a couple weeks passed before the next unannounced knock on America's front door. He sighed, getting up from the sitting room and shutting off the radio as he went. If this was England again, America was really going to just freak out.
Instead, when he opened the door, America was shocked to see a much taller man in the doorway. The recognized Russia almost immediately -- the man had a very distinctive look.
"Hello, America!" Russia said, joyfully. "Can I talk to you?"
"Huh?" America looked a little surprised. Sure, he knew who Russia was, but they'd never really dealt with each other personally before. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I heard that Lithuania is under your care..." Russia stepped inside, inviting himself in, and America stepped back, letting him.
"Oh! Yeah... he's a hard worker, good personality... it's great having him!" He paused, thinking. Russia probably wanted to see Lithuania. Maybe they knew each other? "Want me to get him?"
"Nah," Russia said, smiling. "It's good that you're getting along." His smile widened a bit, and America was beginning to feel a little sick inside, although he couldn't place why. "Lithuania hardly complains, and he always holds in his pain, so I was a little worried... but it seems like the two of you are doing fine, so that's good!"
And then Russia had his hand on America's shoulder, and the sick feeling in America's stomach grew almost ten-fold. He couldn't help but notice that Russia, being so close, smelled ridiculously of vodka.
"America," Russia continued, a very heart-felt expression on his face, "that kid always worries about others before himself, and he's frankly a bit of a busybody. So please be good to him from now on, okay?"
"Russia?" America asked, his eyes wide. Russia leaned in, his eyes widening a bit.
"He did used to be mine, after all," Russia finished, and America stared back, mouth slightly open.
Author: Ema (lightningrapier)
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: Mentions of Lithuania/Russia.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 1,511.
Notes: About the very last line in this fic -- there was a bit of "wank" about it on the scanslation post itself. The scanslator translated it to "He is my ex, after all" and was corrected a few times that the more literal translation would be "He's second-hand from me" (i.e. he's 'already been used'). The scanslator stood by her version, saying it was more "localized". Personally, I prefer my translation, which is closer to the actual meaning but still sounds like something someone would actually say, but I guess you can make up your mind about that one. Russia is still creepy no matter what.
Also, about the aliens -- it's a reference to Roswell, NM and Area 51. America is pretty much THE country for alien sightings/abductions.
Disclaimer: APH is owned by Hidekaz and not be me. This was done so I could have a friend in the fandom, not to rip off of his storylines. This was also done from the lovely scanslation by youkofujima, which you can find here. Thank you for the translation!
At the end of the war, economic downturn was rampant throughout Europe. Cities had been destroyed, the countryside had been ravaged with hand-dug trenches that stretched for miles. Europe was in a mess -- and some countries had it worse than others. Certainly, Germany was one of the worst -- but England wasn't about to hand any help to them. He couldn't help but notice, however, that somewhere in the mess of war, Lithuania's economy had plummeted, and things were so bad that one could not even afford to eat boiled rice there. There wasn't much England could offer Lithuania in his country -- so what could he do? Where could he take him to?
It didn't take long before England remembered America. That idiot was doing perfectly fine after the war. And as much as it might pain England to go to America for help, he wasn't about to let that stand in the way of keeping Lithuania from starving to death. It didn't take long for Lithuania to pack up his meager belongings and board the flight to America with England, staring down at the ocean the whole way.
When they arrived, America was there to greet them, although he looked a little confused as to why they were there.
"Hey, America." England lifted a hand in a wave, and then moved straight to business. "Is it all right if Lithuania works for you?"
America looked surprised at first, and then grinned -- an expression Lithuania was frankly relieved to see, all things considered. It would be horrible to have to turn around and get right back on the plane (jet lag notwithstanding!).
"Oh, that's great!" America said, warmly. "I was just looking to hire, too!" America stopped, suddenly, whipping out a small folded piece of paper from his pocket and unfolding it. It was a small map. He studied it for a moment, thinking. "By the way," he asked, glancing to England, "where is Lithuania's place?"
England turned to the map and realized what it was -- a map of the United States. He sighed, his face suddenly heating as his anger grew. Did America always have to be such an idiot?! And in front of company, no less!
"Get a world map, you git!" he cried.
"This is a world map, stupid!" America answered, looking rather miffed. Lithuania, however, didn't seem to mind. He smiled, leaning in towards the two and pointing off the edge of the map, across an invisible Pacific Ocean, into mid-air.
"Oh, my house is around hereabouts," he explained. "It's near your place!"
It wasn't, at all, England thought, but America smiled, too.
"Hey," he said, brightly, "then it's pretty close!" America folded the map back up, stuffing it back into his pocket. "Okay! I'll show you around--" And he walked forward, beginning to talk, leaving Lithuania and England momentarily behind. Lithuania was still smiling, and he turned towards England, his face flushed.
"Oh, I'm so relieved!" he said. "America seems like a really serious guy!"
England just stood there, jaw hanging open, as Lithania rushed after America to catch up.
It had been a long flight, and so America had (grudgingly) invited England to stay the night before catching the flight back to the Croydon Aerodrome. England was rather relieved -- not only could he use a good night's sleep, but he would be able to make sure Lithuania had adjusted before flying off and leaving him under America's wing.
The next morning, England stumbled down into the kitchen, surprised to see Lithuania already awake, the smell of food fresh and thick in the air. He was just about to say something when America rushed in past him, his shirt unbuttoned and flapping in a self-made breeze, giving both Lithuania and England quite a view.
"Morning!" America cried, looking half-asleep and yet still very rushed. "Lithuania, have you seen--"
"Your glasses are by the sink!" Lithuania replied, smiling brightly.
America rushed, grabbing his glasses and slipping them on. England already wanted to know just why the hell America's glasses were there, but he couldn't ask -- America was already shouting about something else.
"I'm gonna be late!" he cried.
"I've already prepared breakfast!" Lithuania answered. "You just... have to get dressed." Lithuania handed America his breakfast on a small plate, helped him into his jacket, and waved. "Careful on your way out!" he cried. England watched in shock, seating himself at the kitchen table.
He's able to live normally with America already? he thought in disbelief. Could it be that he's actually suffering and just not saying anything?
"Hey... Lithuania," he called, and Lithuania turned towards him after waving America out, looking positively joyful.
"Ah!" he cried. "I love this life!"
England just stared.
Later that day, England got back on the plane, leaving a very happy Lithuania behind, waving and babbling his thanks. The longer England was home, though, the more he worried about Lithuania. Was America working him too hard? Was America's clumsy idiocy driving Lithuania crazy? The worry had gotten to England so deeply that he'd actually chartered a flight, only two months later, back to America's home just to make sure. When England showed up on America's front door, America answered, mug in hand, eyes wide.
"What a surprise," he said, "you visiting me like this."
"Uh," England said, shaking his head, "I was just worried about how Lithuania was doing..."
"Oh, I see." America showed England inside, stopping in the sitting room. "Here, have a mug." He paused. "I only have coffee, though."
"Whatever, just show me to Lithuania!" England answered, abruptly, ignoring the offered mug. America almost grinned.
The two men moved down the hall and out the back door, into America's backyard.
"Lithuania!" America called. "England wants to see you!"
"Oh!" Lithuania was crouched down at the end of the deck, tending to a large animal. "You need me for something?" he asked. England couldn't do much at stare at the scene before him. A spaceship was flying low over America's yard, and small alien animals were jumping about the yard. "Please wait a minute, this one can't stand for me to leave..."
America laughed as Lithuania jumped down from the deck, running out into the yard. The spaceship suddenly let out a bright beam of white light, pulling Lithuania into the air. England stared on in horror as if he was having some sort of nightmare.
"Hey!" Lithuania cried, although he seemed like he was having fun, from the tone of his voice. "Haven't I asked you not to suddenly beam me up all the time?"
"Alright, Lithuania!" America cried, pumping a fist. "You're really popular!" He ran to the end of the dock, leaving England standing there in horror alone.
After the spaceship had cleared out ("Come back again soon, okay? I'll miss you!" Lithuania had said) and the three were back inside, England pulled Lithuania aside as he was dusting the room.
"Lithuania," England said, his face white, "How are you able to adjust so well to this?"
Lithuania smiled a bit. "If you'd lived with Poland twenty-four-seven only to get invaded by Russia, you'd think this was heaven, too." He looked a bit weary, but really, nothing seemed worse-for-wear. America had nothing but praises for Lithuania's work, and Lithuania seemed happy enough, so England considered his work done and took a flight out the next day.
Only a couple weeks passed before the next unannounced knock on America's front door. He sighed, getting up from the sitting room and shutting off the radio as he went. If this was England again, America was really going to just freak out.
Instead, when he opened the door, America was shocked to see a much taller man in the doorway. The recognized Russia almost immediately -- the man had a very distinctive look.
"Hello, America!" Russia said, joyfully. "Can I talk to you?"
"Huh?" America looked a little surprised. Sure, he knew who Russia was, but they'd never really dealt with each other personally before. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I heard that Lithuania is under your care..." Russia stepped inside, inviting himself in, and America stepped back, letting him.
"Oh! Yeah... he's a hard worker, good personality... it's great having him!" He paused, thinking. Russia probably wanted to see Lithuania. Maybe they knew each other? "Want me to get him?"
"Nah," Russia said, smiling. "It's good that you're getting along." His smile widened a bit, and America was beginning to feel a little sick inside, although he couldn't place why. "Lithuania hardly complains, and he always holds in his pain, so I was a little worried... but it seems like the two of you are doing fine, so that's good!"
And then Russia had his hand on America's shoulder, and the sick feeling in America's stomach grew almost ten-fold. He couldn't help but notice that Russia, being so close, smelled ridiculously of vodka.
"America," Russia continued, a very heart-felt expression on his face, "that kid always worries about others before himself, and he's frankly a bit of a busybody. So please be good to him from now on, okay?"
"Russia?" America asked, his eyes wide. Russia leaned in, his eyes widening a bit.
"He did used to be mine, after all," Russia finished, and America stared back, mouth slightly open.