Sweet Child Of mine- 4 (2/6)
anonymous
July 12 2010, 19:56:36 UTC
He usually told them it was his nephew and got away with only a bit of amusement, but the truth was that he had a whole fat album of pictures, full to the brim. It was a good way to help quiet his heart from time to time when thoughts about Tomasz rose. He knew that unlike him, Poland got on better with only memories - only thinking, never looking back. But he… he needed the pictures. He needed to see the long-past smiles, the cries, so he could believe it wasn't just a nice, long-since-passed dream, or a thing happened to someone else.
He looked at Tomasz's bright green eyes for a moment before tucking it back into his safe wallet. He wondered what could have made Poland so upset.
His driver, a nice young man with no hard feelings, agreed to leave him at Poland's for the weekend with no arguments. Lithuania was becoming increasingly unsettled and worried - Poland's house was dark. Now that was weird - Poland disliked the darkness way too much, said it reminded him of things he would like to forget -and finding his house dark was a very bad sign.
Lithuania knew there was no point to knocking the door; Poland wouldn’t answer. He pulled his keys out of his bag and opened the door quietly, closing it behind him. The house was quiet - it was almost scary. He walked up the stairs to Poland's bedroom, trying not to make any noise at all. The door was open, and he pushed it lightly.
On a double bed was a little bump, covered in a thick blanket and holding a pillow with a suspiciously moist case. He was asleep, it seemed, but not very soundly. Well, that ruled out any flashback. If it had been a flashback that had upset him, he would be awake and terrified to the bone . . . so what could it be?
But never mind the cause right now, Lithuania told himself. He sat down by his partner and gently scooped him up, removing the wet pillow and fixing the blanket. The blond held unto him and wept in his sleep. Toris laid a hand on the blond hair and begun to stroke it gently, repetitively, knowing that sooner or later Feliks would wake up to tell him what was wrong, but for now, it was better to let him sleep.
He lost track of time sitting there, but eventually he could feel Feliks move a bit, and then he was looking into dull green eyes and a face reddened by tears. Feliks blinked up at him, and his limp body suddenly clung to Lithuania, holding him in a surprisingly powerful grip.
"What's wrong, Feliks?"
He didn't expect any reaction more coherent than a whine, so he was surprised when Poland looked up, alarmingly serious, and replied, his voice dry and hard- "It's Tomasz".
Toris could feel his heart freeze in his chest. He began trembling. It… couldn't be, right? He was supposed to be around his thirties, too young to- even if he was a human... It was too early…
"Calm down, Liet. He's totally fine, you worry too much-"
Toris let out a sigh of relief, trying to calm his racing mind. "What is it about him, then?"
He looked at Tomasz's bright green eyes for a moment before tucking it back into his safe wallet. He wondered what could have made Poland so upset.
His driver, a nice young man with no hard feelings, agreed to leave him at Poland's for the weekend with no arguments. Lithuania was becoming increasingly unsettled and worried - Poland's house was dark. Now that was weird - Poland disliked the darkness way too much, said it reminded him of things he would like to forget -and finding his house dark was a very bad sign.
Lithuania knew there was no point to knocking the door; Poland wouldn’t answer. He pulled his keys out of his bag and opened the door quietly, closing it behind him. The house was quiet - it was almost scary. He walked up the stairs to Poland's bedroom, trying not to make any noise at all. The door was open, and he pushed it lightly.
On a double bed was a little bump, covered in a thick blanket and holding a pillow with a suspiciously moist case. He was asleep, it seemed, but not very soundly. Well, that ruled out any flashback. If it had been a flashback that had upset him, he would be awake and terrified to the bone . . . so what could it be?
But never mind the cause right now, Lithuania told himself. He sat down by his partner and gently scooped him up, removing the wet pillow and fixing the blanket. The blond held unto him and wept in his sleep. Toris laid a hand on the blond hair and begun to stroke it gently, repetitively, knowing that sooner or later Feliks would wake up to tell him what was wrong, but for now, it was better to let him sleep.
He lost track of time sitting there, but eventually he could feel Feliks move a bit, and then he was looking into dull green eyes and a face reddened by tears. Feliks blinked up at him, and his limp body suddenly clung to Lithuania, holding him in a surprisingly powerful grip.
"What's wrong, Feliks?"
He didn't expect any reaction more coherent than a whine, so he was surprised when Poland looked up, alarmingly serious, and replied, his voice dry and hard- "It's Tomasz".
Toris could feel his heart freeze in his chest. He began trembling. It… couldn't be, right? He was supposed to be around his thirties, too young to- even if he was a human... It was too early…
"Calm down, Liet. He's totally fine, you worry too much-"
Toris let out a sigh of relief, trying to calm his racing mind. "What is it about him, then?"
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