Remember Krewo [1/2]
anonymous
November 6 2009, 20:55:21 UTC
"P-Poland? What- what's going on?" Lithuania was standing in the doorway, looking into the bathroom.
Poland, sitting on the edge of the tub, had removed his shirt, revealing a back crisscrossed with ugly scars, shoulders covered in rough, long-healed burns. Blood was dripping from his hands, staining the white tiles of the floor and the clean, smooth sides of the bathtub. When he heard Lithuania's voice, he visibly flinched, drawing in on himself.
Eyes widening, Lithuania took one shaky step into the room. He had never, ever thought of seeing Poland like this. He was just here to deliver some documents, and the door had been open, and really, it was so weird that Poland didn't come flying over to answer it…so he came inside, followed the thin beam of light that led him to the upstairs bathroom…
"Go away!" Poland shrieked as he came closer.
"I can't leave you like this," he protested, sitting gingerly on the edge of the tub next to Poland. Reaching out, he tried to take Poland's hands, but the other nation snatched them away and covered his face.
“No. I’m not leaving.” He softened his tone, placing a hand on Poland’s shoulder hesitantly. He couldn’t help letting one of his fingers trace a scar that climbed over Poland’s shoulder, ending just below his neck.
"Poland, what…what are these from?" he asked, though he was afraid to know the answer.
"…Katyń," Poland whispered after a long silence, and there was an ache in his voice that Lithuania desperately wanted to soothe away. "Warsaw. Auschwitz…"
“...oh.” It was all Lithuania could bring himself to say. How could he have been so stupid, to think that Poland hadn’t been hurt by all the terrible things that had happened? He had been so lost in his own pain he’d forgotten about his-... his best friend, if they could still be called that.
"It like, doesn't matter Liet. Forget it." Poland pulled his hands away from his face, forcing a smile. There was nothing reassuring about it, though, not with the smears of blood that now decorated his forehead and cheeks.
"I won't,” he swore fiercely, bringing his hand to Poland’s cheek and wiping away some of the blood with his thumb. “I won’t forget.”
"Liet…"
"You're hurt."
"So're you."
"That's not what we're talking about right now," Lithuania told him gently. Taking one of Poland's hands in his own, he scowled.
"Why did you dig your nails in so hard?" he scolded, examining the cuts on the palm of Poland’s hand. "It was stupid."
Poland drew in a breath.
"Sometimes, when it hurts, I want to make it hurt more," he explained, with a desperate quality to his voice, pleading with Lithuania to understand.
And he did understand, of course. All those nights he had stared at the ceiling in his bed, wishing he could die, or all the times he’d stood in the cold outside, letting the rain course over his body and not caring if he got sick, came tumbling back to him in a flood of memories. He closed his eyes and shuddered. Things had happened to both of them, horrifying things. Things that made it hard to keep going.
He made a decision. It was time to put the past behind them, to live for the future. To forgive, if maybe not to forget.
Remember Krewo [2/2]
anonymous
November 6 2009, 20:58:46 UTC
He turned the taps, running a bath, and stood up.
"Come on, get in.”
“...like, in the bath?” Poland stared at him, uncomprehending.
In response, Lithuania undid his pants. He let them fall to the floor. Shivering from the cold and from being exposed didn’t stop him from pulling off his shirt and dropping it next to his pants. His boxers joined the pile too, and he stepped into the bath, sighing as he sank into the hot water.
Hesitating only for a minute, Poland quickly undressed and joined him.
For a few awkward moments they sat, not looking at each other. There wasn’t enough room to avoid touching at least a little. Shifting uncomfortably, they tried not to move too much.
Lithuania was the one to break the silence.
“We need to get you cleaned up,” he announced. Grabbing a cloth, he dipped it in the water and used it to carefully wipe the blood from Poland’s face, then from his hands. Even without the blood, though, his friend still looked awful. His face was drawn and pale, his eyes distant and sad. Taking a deep breath, Lithuania moved closer, until they were pressed together. He ran his fingers through Poland’s hair.
"Remember Krewo?" he murmured, kissing Poland's cheek gently. He chose the Polish name, hoping it would help. "Grunwald? Lublin?"
"…yeah," Poland admitted, the grief and pain etched into his face finally easing. "Yeah, I totally do."
After that Poland brought his arms up and wrapped them around Lithuania, holding him close.
“So, Liet...I heard like, the weirdest thing ever...” he began, a smile spreading across his face.
When they climbed out of the bath dripping wet half an hour later, they were grinning. They stumbled down the hall laughing, wrapped in fluffy white towels, and neither of them hesitated when they reached Poland’s bedroom. The towels dropped to the floor, forgotten, as they kissed each other. Lithuania brought his hands up to Poland’s hair, and Poland’s hands gripped Lithuania’s waist, and it was so perfect it almost made him ache inside.
They fell into bed together, hands running up and down each other's backs, seeking out the scars that covered them both. It had been so, so long since they had been together like this, since they bared themselves before each other. There was no fear, no hesitation, just soft noises and gentle touches.
Lithuania smiled at how easily they fell back into trust, after so many years of tension. It was almost like they had never been apart at all.
"Liet," Poland moaned quietly, mouth right next to Lithuania's ear. "Come on, Liet, please, you have to like, do something…"
"I'm trying, Feliks," Lithuania laughed, looking up at Poland with a brilliant smile. He squirmed until their erections were pressed together. Moving a little, his eyes widened at the feeling. It really had been forever since they’d been this close. Softly he whispered Poland’s name, brushing their lips together and rolling his hips.
“A-ah!” Poland gasped, jerking forward in response.
They looked into each other’s eyes as they moved together. It was slow and gentle, the culmination of years of wanting and missing and hurting because of how much they needed each other. Lithuania’s fingers traced every scar on Poland’s back from start to finish, mapping out every hurt that had ever been inflicted upon him. He ran his fingertips across the rough, burned skin, his lips along Poland’s neck. When they came, gasping and crying out each other’s names, they were still looking at each other unashamedly.
Poland whispered a quiet, reverent “thank you” as they curled up together. Lithuania pressed a kiss to Poland's hair before closing his eyes, settling into the easy comfort of being with his partner.
It wasn't fixed, and they weren't okay. But they were together, and maybe that was all that mattered.
I loved it. It's like you read my mind - it's exactly what I wanted! It's IC, well-written, and sad and sweet at the same time... gorgeous. I ♥ them both so much.
Poland, sitting on the edge of the tub, had removed his shirt, revealing a back crisscrossed with ugly scars, shoulders covered in rough, long-healed burns. Blood was dripping from his hands, staining the white tiles of the floor and the clean, smooth sides of the bathtub. When he heard Lithuania's voice, he visibly flinched, drawing in on himself.
Eyes widening, Lithuania took one shaky step into the room. He had never, ever thought of seeing Poland like this. He was just here to deliver some documents, and the door had been open, and really, it was so weird that Poland didn't come flying over to answer it…so he came inside, followed the thin beam of light that led him to the upstairs bathroom…
"Go away!" Poland shrieked as he came closer.
"I can't leave you like this," he protested, sitting gingerly on the edge of the tub next to Poland. Reaching out, he tried to take Poland's hands, but the other nation snatched them away and covered his face.
"Stop it, you're getting blood everywhere," Lithuania pleaded.
“Like, I don’t care, so go away!”
“No. I’m not leaving.” He softened his tone, placing a hand on Poland’s shoulder hesitantly. He couldn’t help letting one of his fingers trace a scar that climbed over Poland’s shoulder, ending just below his neck.
"Poland, what…what are these from?" he asked, though he was afraid to know the answer.
"…Katyń," Poland whispered after a long silence, and there was an ache in his voice that Lithuania desperately wanted to soothe away. "Warsaw. Auschwitz…"
“...oh.” It was all Lithuania could bring himself to say. How could he have been so stupid, to think that Poland hadn’t been hurt by all the terrible things that had happened? He had been so lost in his own pain he’d forgotten about his-... his best friend, if they could still be called that.
"It like, doesn't matter Liet. Forget it." Poland pulled his hands away from his face, forcing a smile. There was nothing reassuring about it, though, not with the smears of blood that now decorated his forehead and cheeks.
"I won't,” he swore fiercely, bringing his hand to Poland’s cheek and wiping away some of the blood with his thumb. “I won’t forget.”
"Liet…"
"You're hurt."
"So're you."
"That's not what we're talking about right now," Lithuania told him gently. Taking one of Poland's hands in his own, he scowled.
"Why did you dig your nails in so hard?" he scolded, examining the cuts on the palm of Poland’s hand. "It was stupid."
Poland drew in a breath.
"Sometimes, when it hurts, I want to make it hurt more," he explained, with a desperate quality to his voice, pleading with Lithuania to understand.
And he did understand, of course. All those nights he had stared at the ceiling in his bed, wishing he could die, or all the times he’d stood in the cold outside, letting the rain course over his body and not caring if he got sick, came tumbling back to him in a flood of memories. He closed his eyes and shuddered. Things had happened to both of them, horrifying things. Things that made it hard to keep going.
He made a decision. It was time to put the past behind them, to live for the future. To forgive, if maybe not to forget.
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"Come on, get in.”
“...like, in the bath?” Poland stared at him, uncomprehending.
In response, Lithuania undid his pants. He let them fall to the floor. Shivering from the cold and from being exposed didn’t stop him from pulling off his shirt and dropping it next to his pants. His boxers joined the pile too, and he stepped into the bath, sighing as he sank into the hot water.
Hesitating only for a minute, Poland quickly undressed and joined him.
For a few awkward moments they sat, not looking at each other. There wasn’t enough room to avoid touching at least a little. Shifting uncomfortably, they tried not to move too much.
Lithuania was the one to break the silence.
“We need to get you cleaned up,” he announced. Grabbing a cloth, he dipped it in the water and used it to carefully wipe the blood from Poland’s face, then from his hands. Even without the blood, though, his friend still looked awful. His face was drawn and pale, his eyes distant and sad. Taking a deep breath, Lithuania moved closer, until they were pressed together. He ran his fingers through Poland’s hair.
"Remember Krewo?" he murmured, kissing Poland's cheek gently. He chose the Polish name, hoping it would help. "Grunwald? Lublin?"
"…yeah," Poland admitted, the grief and pain etched into his face finally easing. "Yeah, I totally do."
After that Poland brought his arms up and wrapped them around Lithuania, holding him close.
“So, Liet...I heard like, the weirdest thing ever...” he began, a smile spreading across his face.
When they climbed out of the bath dripping wet half an hour later, they were grinning. They stumbled down the hall laughing, wrapped in fluffy white towels, and neither of them hesitated when they reached Poland’s bedroom. The towels dropped to the floor, forgotten, as they kissed each other. Lithuania brought his hands up to Poland’s hair, and Poland’s hands gripped Lithuania’s waist, and it was so perfect it almost made him ache inside.
They fell into bed together, hands running up and down each other's backs, seeking out the scars that covered them both. It had been so, so long since they had been together like this, since they bared themselves before each other. There was no fear, no hesitation, just soft noises and gentle touches.
Lithuania smiled at how easily they fell back into trust, after so many years of tension. It was almost like they had never been apart at all.
"Liet," Poland moaned quietly, mouth right next to Lithuania's ear. "Come on, Liet, please, you have to like, do something…"
"I'm trying, Feliks," Lithuania laughed, looking up at Poland with a brilliant smile. He squirmed until their erections were pressed together. Moving a little, his eyes widened at the feeling. It really had been forever since they’d been this close. Softly he whispered Poland’s name, brushing their lips together and rolling his hips.
“A-ah!” Poland gasped, jerking forward in response.
They looked into each other’s eyes as they moved together. It was slow and gentle, the culmination of years of wanting and missing and hurting because of how much they needed each other. Lithuania’s fingers traced every scar on Poland’s back from start to finish, mapping out every hurt that had ever been inflicted upon him. He ran his fingertips across the rough, burned skin, his lips along Poland’s neck. When they came, gasping and crying out each other’s names, they were still looking at each other unashamedly.
Poland whispered a quiet, reverent “thank you” as they curled up together. Lithuania pressed a kiss to Poland's hair before closing his eyes, settling into the easy comfort of being with his partner.
It wasn't fixed, and they weren't okay. But they were together, and maybe that was all that mattered.
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I loved it. It's like you read my mind - it's exactly what I wanted! It's IC, well-written, and sad and sweet at the same time... gorgeous. I ♥ them both so much.
thank you, thank you, anon! ♥
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Beautiful, adorable, in-character... It was perfect TwT
My OTP, right there. They're both adorable
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