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Let your sons draw their strength from our past experience [6/?] anonymous May 6 2010, 07:19:07 UTC
Sorry this is so late, I was distractd by my aph_rarexchange fill.

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The clock ticked. The sun slanted low through the windows. Lithuania stared fixedly at his knees, and his chest rose and fell. Poland kind of wanted to scootch down the sofa and hug him, but he wasn't sure if Liet would take it the right way.

"Does Russia have a telephone?" Liet asked eventually.

"Yes he does, but he would not be cool with you calling up to yell at him and neither would I, come on, Liet, there's brave and there's, yanno, asking for it."

Liet still looked like he missed his sword. Poland didn't blame him. They got used to stuff, but the twentieth century got pretty brutal when you laid it all out. Come to that, most centuries were pretty brutal when you laid them out. Well, except for the sixteenth century, the sixteenth had been pretty cool. For him and Liet, anyway. There were bits of it that really sucked for Russia. And the eleventh century hadn't been too shabby, even if the twelfth had kind of sucked. But the twentieth took the cake, absolutely. Just when they'd got out from Russia's thumb it all came crashing back, and the Second World War - there were things back there he didn't dare think about for more than a second at a time; there were places in his country he never, ever went near. And he wasn't going to think about that, he'd glossed right over it for Liet's sake. He'd also glossed right over. Well. The twenties and thirties, and that they hadn't been speaking, let alone why.

"Please," he said, trying to keep his voice serious. "It's all over now. There's no point trying to get vengeance."

"When did you get so cowardly?" Liet snapped, and then his shoulders slumped. "I mean - I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. But it's only my voice, and if no one has ever given him what he deserves - "

Poland curled up and wrapped his arms around his knees. He flt cold. He doesn't mean it, he told himself, he has no idea, you've been trying so hard not to give him any idea - "I just got tired," he said, and closed his eyes. "You're even worse, you know. Normally. Why do you think you were messing around with that fucking memory potion?"

And he didn't mean that either, and Poland went pale as he realized what he was saying. "Oh crap, I'm sorry, I wasn't trying be mean, really, it just slipped out - "

"Quiet," Liet snapped. Poland gulped and closed his mouth. They stared at each other.

Then Liet sighed and his shoulders slumped, the anger draining away from his face. God, Liet had always been the sensible one, hadn't he? "I know you weren't trying to be mean. Now, tell me why I was taking the potion. If I told you."

Poland swallowed. "Nightmares," he said. It came out an embarassing bare whisper, so he coughed, and tried agian, firmer: "Nightmares. You said you were having nightmares about Russia. I never heard you, but you would never stay in my room anymore so I guess I wouldn't, even if you had one, but you always had a glass of wine before bed and you said that helped a bit, it was weird, you know, Estonia started smoking not that he'd admit to that and I don't know what Latvia did, but you didn't smoke." He shrugged. He could honestly have done with a cigarette himself; he's been trying to stop since '89, but the urge keeps resurfacing. But he didn't have any with him and there's no way he was going out at this hour and leaving Liet alone. Or taking Liet with him. "It's not like I blame you," he continued, although the words stuck in his throat. For that, he doesn't say, doesn't mention the other coping methods. They have enough to worry about. He almost hopes Liet doesn't get his memory back. It's much better to see him this way, strong and confident and determined to live. And with all their quarells washed away.

There's something warm and familiar in the back of Lithuania's eyes, and he touches Poland on the shoulder. The couch seemed far too big, suddenly; there was a foot of space beween their knees. Liet wasn't quite meeting his eyes. "It's not important," he said. His voice was the same, as it always will be. Is that truth or history? But either way, Poland was glad of it. Some things don't change. "Not right now."

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Re: Let your sons draw their strength from our past experience [6/?] anonymous May 6 2010, 07:45:18 UTC
Oh yes, one of the best fics of this kink meme is having an update! (I squeed out loud. For real.)

Thank you so much, part six was as brilliant as the other parts, and I'm really looking forward to the next part!

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Re: Let your sons draw their strength from our past experience [6/?] anonymous May 6 2010, 12:47:20 UTC
I was just thinking about this fill, author anon!

I'm so, SO happy you're coming back to it. Please continue!!!! :3

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anonymous May 6 2010, 19:47:03 UTC
Aww, poor Liet. And poor Poland. So many things have happened...
Anon, I love this fic, and I hope you continue it soon <3
I think that is obvious, but I'm not OP xD

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Not OP anonymous May 6 2010, 20:54:35 UTC
*happyflails!*

I was worried this fic had been abandoned! And then, on my birthday, I check the fills and here's an update~ Love that you show your research so well. And I want to hug Poland and share my birthday cake with him.

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Re: Let your sons draw their strength from our past experience [6/?] anonymous May 6 2010, 22:07:15 UTC
I actually just squealed like a two year old. Because UTTER GLEE AN UPDATE.

I love the way you play your history here. It's kinda ranty, but not in the way where everyone is left going 'WHUT' at the end. And OH DAMN, I know EXACTLY which places Poland avoids. I was actually having a discussion with someone about those same places a few days ago...

Midevil!Liet wanting to go kick some ass is awesome. Even if that'd go over baddly. My soul dies a little from Poland being all 'You don't understand' but simultaneously understanding that Liet doesn't understand because he's not telling... *cries* Oh Poland, I wouldn't want to tell him either... The twentieth century was a bitch, wasn't it...? Here's to hoping the 21st goes better. *prays*

I want to hug these guys so bad, but Liet would probably end me without noticing. *wince*

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Re: Let your sons draw their strength from our past experience [6/?] anonymous May 7 2010, 04:14:56 UTC
O happy day! An update for one of my favorite fills! I actually should be working on a paper now, but... I had to comment before they filled up!!!!

It's beautiful what you've done with this prompt. I love everything about it. The pairing. The history. The style of writing. EVERYTHING!!!!! Ok ok, calm down, me. *Deep breath* Poland's thoughts about how every century is brutal when it's laid out is kind of, I don't know? Not in a bad way, but I never thought of taking a whole century together before. It's actually true when you think about it.

I almost cried when Poland glossed over the things he did. Aw, honey, trying to protect the one you love. And hoping he never gets the memories back so he can be strong-hearted again, without all the pain of the centuries weighing him down, even though he won't remember 1569 either, and oh, I love these two.

Estonia smoking though? The image. I laughed so hard. It shouldn't be funny, but... just the picture of him XD

Please update soon! More of this amazing story!

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Let your sons draw their strength from our past experience -- NEW POST anonymous May 7 2010, 04:57:29 UTC
Future installments will be posted at http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=39778969#t39778969.

Captcha: "Kaunas no" . . . well, no, the capital moved back to Vilnius decades ago . . .

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