In the End 1b/?
anonymous
June 9 2010, 02:03:44 UTC
Another memory blurred in and out of his mind, when the war had first broken out. The country had tried his hardest to fend off the enemy, he knew he had to prove himself, or rather, to prove Russia wrong. He didn't need Russia to fight his battles anymore, but all too quickly he realized how hard the struggle was going to be. And when Russia came to his house for the umpteenth time asking if he would join him, the man broke down. He had been standing in Lithuania's kitchen, not that Lithuania had ever wanted him there, holding out a pen and paper,
"Germany is tough, da? I can help you though, if you come live with me again." he said it so simply, with a simple little smile on his face to accompany it.
But Lithuania could see that just beneath the smile in his eyes was a storm waiting to to be unleashed, and he was too tired to release it again.
Lithuania felt himself shudder just as he had that night,
"...Fine. Give it here."
Russia had held his hand and grinned again, looking genuinely happy,
"I'm so glad! Lithuania will come back!"
He had been so focused on the feeling that his heart was breaking that he almost didn't hear Russia finish his victory with, "I'll protect you, Lithuania."
That promise had obviously been broken, when Germany took over just a little later. He hated being under Germany even more, and so had Russia. He remembered just as well the murderous look he knew so well when he warned the German.
"You have him now, but I'll get him back. Lithuania is mine, after all."
Maybe he really did belong to Russia. Every time he was relinquished from his control something happened. Now he had allowed his people to be murdered and sacrificed, he allowed for himself to be hurt. Russia allowed it too, Russia had lied. He hadn't protected Lithuania.
An ear shattering explosion jarred him back to reality. His men instantly sprung into action and ran from the building. Lithuania joined them before the old factory collapsed, they all watched it go down in flames as planes from above tried to burn them with it. Lithuania shouted his orders to duck, but there was nowhere to hide. As he dove for cover he heard soldiers screaming in pain and horror, his back began to hurt again.
Where was Russia now? Lithuania felt himself shiver, it was cold, and now he was alone. Russia's house had been infinitely better than this. At least there was someone there, someone he knew would be there for him.
"Commander! Commander don't be dead! Please!"
A distant voice begged for him to get up and be strong, but he was tired of that. So tired...but he still had to be strong, if not for his people then at least his fellow soldiers. Lithuania forced himself to stagger upright,
"I'm alright, what's the damage? What's going on?"
"The Soviets are here sir, I've heard the Baltic offensive is so far a success."
The words rang in Lithuania's ears, drowning out the previous effects of the bombs. The Soviets are here.
"Germany is tough, da? I can help you though, if you come live with me again." he said it so simply, with a simple little smile on his face to accompany it.
But Lithuania could see that just beneath the smile in his eyes was a storm waiting to to be unleashed, and he was too tired to release it again.
Lithuania felt himself shudder just as he had that night,
"...Fine. Give it here."
Russia had held his hand and grinned again, looking genuinely happy,
"I'm so glad! Lithuania will come back!"
He had been so focused on the feeling that his heart was breaking that he almost didn't hear Russia finish his victory with, "I'll protect you, Lithuania."
That promise had obviously been broken, when Germany took over just a little later. He hated being under Germany even more, and so had Russia. He remembered just as well the murderous look he knew so well when he warned the German.
"You have him now, but I'll get him back. Lithuania is mine, after all."
Maybe he really did belong to Russia. Every time he was relinquished from his control something happened. Now he had allowed his people to be murdered and sacrificed, he allowed for himself to be hurt. Russia allowed it too, Russia had lied. He hadn't protected Lithuania.
An ear shattering explosion jarred him back to reality. His men instantly sprung into action and ran from the building. Lithuania joined them before the old factory collapsed, they all watched it go down in flames as planes from above tried to burn them with it. Lithuania shouted his orders to duck, but there was nowhere to hide. As he dove for cover he heard soldiers screaming in pain and horror, his back began to hurt again.
Where was Russia now? Lithuania felt himself shiver, it was cold, and now he was alone. Russia's house had been infinitely better than this. At least there was someone there, someone he knew would be there for him.
"Commander! Commander don't be dead! Please!"
A distant voice begged for him to get up and be strong, but he was tired of that. So tired...but he still had to be strong, if not for his people then at least his fellow soldiers. Lithuania forced himself to stagger upright,
"I'm alright, what's the damage? What's going on?"
"The Soviets are here sir, I've heard the Baltic offensive is so far a success."
The words rang in Lithuania's ears, drowning out the previous effects of the bombs. The Soviets are here.
Russia was here?
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