Containment (6/6)
anonymous
October 28 2009, 05:14:20 UTC
America placed the phone back into its cradle and leaned across the reception desk, wondering how much alcohol from the hotel bar it would take to burn the image Lithuania’s eyes from his brain.
Scratch that; he wanted to get to the airport. He wanted to be out of here, out of Europe, away from all of the old alliances and pains. Turning, he started back up to the stairs towards his room.
He was in the middle of searching through his pockets to find the room key, when he heard someone running down the hallway, shouting, “Alfred!”
He looked up just in time to see Canada skid to a stop in front of him. His suit jacket was open and his chest heaving. He leaned on his knees and panted for a moment, before holding out a sheet of crumpled paper.
“This… was… under… the table,” he said in gasps. “Got… your name… on it. Think it’s… Lithuania’s.”
America snatched up the paper. “Did you read it?” he demanded.
Canada shook his head, straightening up and returning his breath to normal. “Of course not.”
America clutched the crumpled snowball tightly in both hands. “Thanks, Matt,” he said quietly.
Canada smiled and stuck his hands in his back pockets humbly. America turned to unlock his room.
“Al?”
He turned back around, in time for Canada to pull him into a hug. “I’m sorry about the meeting,” he said quietly into America’s ear. “That was-”
“It’s okay,” America said, wrapping his arms around his brother’s shoulders.
“I hate this war,” Canada said in a tired monotone.
America smiled and clapped Canada hard on the back. “What war?”
He pulled away and finished unlocking the door. “Thank you, Mattie.”
“Bye, Alfred.”
“Bye.”
He walked inside and locked the door behind him. He jogged over to the couch and pulled open the paper.
It was written in dull, faded pencil on typing paper. The neat, flawless hand was clearly Lithuania’s.
“Alfred-
You’re probably about to beat Ivan to death with your bare hands right now. I’m fine, Alfred. Don’t worry about me.
I’M FINE.
I miss you. You know, whenever I see stars, I think about your flag. Or does that sound ridiculous?
You don’t have to tell me anything or try to get any message through, because I don’t think you’ll be able. But, just think about me every once in a while. Promise you won’t forget about me.
I’m going to be independent someday, after all.
-Toris.”
He read the letter three times, ran it through his hands, put it to his nose, like he could smell some trace of Lithuania on it. Slowly, he smoothed the paper out on the coffee table as he reread the two big words in the center of the paper.
I’m Fine.
Of course, Lithuania would say that. He would never admit that anything was wrong. America used to find Lithuania’s reticence annoying; now, he wanted that back, more than anything.
He curled up on the sofa, clutching the message to his chest.
I’m going to be independent someday.
As he remembered Lithuania bowed by Russia’s feet, pointlessly scribbling, while even America stood by and did nothing, America wondered whether or not that would ever be true.
Re: Containment (6/6)
anonymous
October 28 2009, 05:55:57 UTC
OP here.
O-oh my. That was... Simply amazing. It was everything I could've wanted and so much, much more. Thank you so much, wonderful writer anon! I'm totally going to reread this again tomorrow or something. I shall never forget you~ And you have my undying love, of course. That basically goes without saying, for something as awesome as this.
Alfred just about broke my heart. Especially during the "Because, he was the hero. And when a hero loved someone, they could save them." part. And so did Liet. And Russia was wonderfully... Like Russia~
Scratch that; he wanted to get to the airport. He wanted to be out of here, out of Europe, away from all of the old alliances and pains. Turning, he started back up to the stairs towards his room.
He was in the middle of searching through his pockets to find the room key, when he heard someone running down the hallway, shouting, “Alfred!”
He looked up just in time to see Canada skid to a stop in front of him. His suit jacket was open and his chest heaving. He leaned on his knees and panted for a moment, before holding out a sheet of crumpled paper.
“This… was… under… the table,” he said in gasps. “Got… your name… on it. Think it’s… Lithuania’s.”
America snatched up the paper. “Did you read it?” he demanded.
Canada shook his head, straightening up and returning his breath to normal. “Of course not.”
America clutched the crumpled snowball tightly in both hands. “Thanks, Matt,” he said quietly.
Canada smiled and stuck his hands in his back pockets humbly. America turned to unlock his room.
“Al?”
He turned back around, in time for Canada to pull him into a hug. “I’m sorry about the meeting,” he said quietly into America’s ear. “That was-”
“It’s okay,” America said, wrapping his arms around his brother’s shoulders.
“I hate this war,” Canada said in a tired monotone.
America smiled and clapped Canada hard on the back. “What war?”
He pulled away and finished unlocking the door. “Thank you, Mattie.”
“Bye, Alfred.”
“Bye.”
He walked inside and locked the door behind him. He jogged over to the couch and pulled open the paper.
It was written in dull, faded pencil on typing paper. The neat, flawless hand was clearly Lithuania’s.
“Alfred-
You’re probably about to beat Ivan to death with your bare hands right now. I’m fine, Alfred. Don’t worry about me.
I’M FINE.
I miss you. You know, whenever I see stars, I think about your flag. Or does that sound ridiculous?
You don’t have to tell me anything or try to get any message through, because I don’t think you’ll be able. But, just think about me every once in a while. Promise you won’t forget about me.
I’m going to be independent someday, after all.
-Toris.”
He read the letter three times, ran it through his hands, put it to his nose, like he could smell some trace of Lithuania on it. Slowly, he smoothed the paper out on the coffee table as he reread the two big words in the center of the paper.
I’m Fine.
Of course, Lithuania would say that. He would never admit that anything was wrong. America used to find Lithuania’s reticence annoying; now, he wanted that back, more than anything.
He curled up on the sofa, clutching the message to his chest.
I’m going to be independent someday.
As he remembered Lithuania bowed by Russia’s feet, pointlessly scribbling, while even America stood by and did nothing, America wondered whether or not that would ever be true.
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O-oh my. That was... Simply amazing. It was everything I could've wanted and so much, much more. Thank you so much, wonderful writer anon! I'm totally going to reread this again tomorrow or something. I shall never forget you~ And you have my undying love, of course. That basically goes without saying, for something as awesome as this.
Alfred just about broke my heart. Especially during the "Because, he was the hero. And when a hero loved someone, they could save them." part. And so did Liet. And Russia was wonderfully... Like Russia~
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