In the End 4/6
anonymous
June 11 2010, 19:56:12 UTC
Eeeh! OP you flatter me! *flails* I tried hard to keep them both in character, I don't like it when Liet is all uke-ish either, or when Russia is some complete sadistic nut, since he's obviously got his 'dere' moments. I might have made him too 'dere' mode in here though, I don't know...I'm so relieved you like it so far. ^_^ ---------------------------------------------------------
Lithuania was too surprised to feel anything but a much needed sense of relief, even if it was the last place he had expected it to be. He felt the Russian's hand lightly rub his back,
"Lithuania, your back is bleeding a lot, it must hurt..."
He wanted to say that it had been his fault he hurt so much, but he only broke into another fit of tears, the Baltic country cursed himself for breaking down like this. This is exactly what Russia wanted.
But then again, maybe some part of Lithuania had wanted it too, the part of him that only saw the part of Russia when he was like this, and loved that part more than anything else in the world.
The taller man squeezed him tighter, as if he was trying to stop Lithuania's trembling,
"I know you're cold, da? Let's go inside, my tent is right here."
Russia pulled away, but seized the Lithuanian's hand before he started. Quickly adjusting to standing on his own again and being re exposed to the frigid night air, Lithuania gave the city one last look. A few soldiers had yet to retreat to the trucks and trenches, but even then the entire place was abandoned, devoid of upright structures or civilians, besides the dead ones littering the streets. Lithuania caught a whiff of the gruesome burning smell before Russia guided him into the tent. He shivered again. The moment the motion hit Russia's hand he pulled Lithuania to a large cot and forced him to sit down. A wave of familiar panic hit him, and apprehension filled his mind as Russia walked to the other side of the tent and grabbed something.
He frowned again when their eyes met for the second time, "Are you still cold? You're shaking more than before."
"Russia," Lithuania's voice was hoarse, "I didn't...I didn't know you were coming."
He sat down on the cot so close to him that Lithuania had to move his arm out of Russia's way. This allowed him to face the Baltic nation, his violet eyes were completely still and focused, missing their usual mischievous spark. Lithuania flinched when he brought his arm up, but before his eyes opened his cheeks sensed something soft and damp. Russia was only washing his face.
Lithuania questioned for a moment if this was really the man he had remembered, but then he began to wonder if maybe this was meant to be...he sorely hoped so. Russia was the only one who had ever seen him look-and feel- so pathetic, and neither of them even cared.
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Lithuania was too surprised to feel anything but a much needed sense of relief, even if it was the last place he had expected it to be. He felt the Russian's hand lightly rub his back,
"Lithuania, your back is bleeding a lot, it must hurt..."
He wanted to say that it had been his fault he hurt so much, but he only broke into another fit of tears, the Baltic country cursed himself for breaking down like this. This is exactly what Russia wanted.
But then again, maybe some part of Lithuania had wanted it too, the part of him that only saw the part of Russia when he was like this, and loved that part more than anything else in the world.
The taller man squeezed him tighter, as if he was trying to stop Lithuania's trembling,
"I know you're cold, da? Let's go inside, my tent is right here."
Russia pulled away, but seized the Lithuanian's hand before he started. Quickly adjusting to standing on his own again and being re exposed to the frigid night air, Lithuania gave the city one last look. A few soldiers had yet to retreat to the trucks and trenches, but even then the entire place was abandoned, devoid of upright structures or civilians, besides the dead ones littering the streets. Lithuania caught a whiff of the gruesome burning smell before Russia guided him into the tent. He shivered again. The moment the motion hit Russia's hand he pulled Lithuania to a large cot and forced him to sit down. A wave of familiar panic hit him, and apprehension filled his mind as Russia walked to the other side of the tent and grabbed something.
He frowned again when their eyes met for the second time, "Are you still cold? You're shaking more than before."
"Russia," Lithuania's voice was hoarse, "I didn't...I didn't know you were coming."
He sat down on the cot so close to him that Lithuania had to move his arm out of Russia's way. This allowed him to face the Baltic nation, his violet eyes were completely still and focused, missing their usual mischievous spark. Lithuania flinched when he brought his arm up, but before his eyes opened his cheeks sensed something soft and damp. Russia was only washing his face.
Lithuania questioned for a moment if this was really the man he had remembered, but then he began to wonder if maybe this was meant to be...he sorely hoped so. Russia was the only one who had ever seen him look-and feel- so pathetic, and neither of them even cared.
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