A Brief Lesson (1/2)
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June 13 2010, 02:58:37 UTC
Russia was sprawled on the floor in front of the couch, laughing so hard that tears rolled down his cheeks. Lithuania, sitting on the couch with his knees tucked up against his chest, was nowhere near as drunk, so he knew it wasn't that funny, but he couldn't help chuckling himself - besides, Lithuania reflected, watching the big man laughing, it was rare to see Russia actually happy about something that wasn't kind of awful. Rare and good. A happy Russia was much easier to be around than the alternative, and besides... in spite of everything - and it was a lot to overlook - Russia deserved some happiness. He could be a very twisted bastard sometimes, but Lithuania had known him long enough that it was hard to think of Russia's cruelty without also thinking of the cruelty Russia himself had suffered. He was certainly not a good man, but it wasn't his fault.
Russia's laughter finally faded and he clumsily wiped off his face. Lithuania took another swig out of the latest bottle of vodka, carefully setting it down out of Russia's reach. If he passed out, Lithuania doubted he'd be able to carry him upstairs, and he would feel guilty leaving him to sleep on the floor.
"Litva," Russia said, rolling his head lazily to face Lithuania. "Tell me something..."
"Something?" Lithuania couldn't help giggling a bit. "Uh... It's Saturday. It's cold outside. You're tall. My sweater's green - "
Russia smiled at his joke but didn't start laughing again. "Not anything. Something."
Lithuania tipped his head at Russia, curious.
"A long time ago - a long time ago. When I was just, ah -" he raised an arm, gestured vaguely, "just small, I saw you. And Poland."
Lithuania hesitated. His history with Poland, especially the parts of it that involved Russia, was ...complicated, and not something he was eager to talk about, especially now when Russia was so... not broken.
Russia, oblivious to Lithuania's reaction, went on with his rambling question. "After you made Sweden leave. And you were celebrating victory and Poland kissed you very much, and you got very red."
"Yes?" Lithuania finally prompted, when Russia didn't continue.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
Russia rolled onto his side to face Lithuania, with the sort of careless ease that the truly drunk enjoy. "Why did he kiss you?"
Lithuania felt his cheeks color. "You know he and I used to... be together."
"Da, I know," Russia nodded seriously. "But why a kiss? Why does being together mean he kisses you?" He smirked, his seriousness from a moment ago forgotten. "There are lots of countries that have been one with Russia and no one has kissed me!" Evidently he found this humorous.
"Really? No one?" Lithuania was surprised and drunk enough to remark without hesitation.
"Nyet. No kisses. Is good, really - I would not even know how." He gave an exaggerated shrug and flopped onto his back.
"Not Ukraine?"
"Nmh. Big sister, she's like a mother to me - she took care of me when I was small, maybe she kisses my forehead but there is a difference."
Lithuania swallowed. Even his bellyful of vodka couldn't make him bring her up without hesitation, but curiosity overcame him. "Belarus?"
Russia snorted. "She does not do that. Hmm. Well, maybe when I am sleeping, but I hope not."
After a few moments of quiet, and without any apparent provocation, Russia began giggling. "Litva, you know. You should show me."
Russia's laughter finally faded and he clumsily wiped off his face. Lithuania took another swig out of the latest bottle of vodka, carefully setting it down out of Russia's reach. If he passed out, Lithuania doubted he'd be able to carry him upstairs, and he would feel guilty leaving him to sleep on the floor.
"Litva," Russia said, rolling his head lazily to face Lithuania. "Tell me something..."
"Something?" Lithuania couldn't help giggling a bit. "Uh... It's Saturday. It's cold outside. You're tall. My sweater's green - "
Russia smiled at his joke but didn't start laughing again. "Not anything. Something."
Lithuania tipped his head at Russia, curious.
"A long time ago - a long time ago. When I was just, ah -" he raised an arm, gestured vaguely, "just small, I saw you. And Poland."
Lithuania hesitated. His history with Poland, especially the parts of it that involved Russia, was ...complicated, and not something he was eager to talk about, especially now when Russia was so... not broken.
Russia, oblivious to Lithuania's reaction, went on with his rambling question. "After you made Sweden leave. And you were celebrating victory and Poland kissed you very much, and you got very red."
"Yes?" Lithuania finally prompted, when Russia didn't continue.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
Russia rolled onto his side to face Lithuania, with the sort of careless ease that the truly drunk enjoy. "Why did he kiss you?"
Lithuania felt his cheeks color. "You know he and I used to... be together."
"Da, I know," Russia nodded seriously. "But why a kiss? Why does being together mean he kisses you?" He smirked, his seriousness from a moment ago forgotten. "There are lots of countries that have been one with Russia and no one has kissed me!" Evidently he found this humorous.
"Really? No one?" Lithuania was surprised and drunk enough to remark without hesitation.
"Nyet. No kisses. Is good, really - I would not even know how." He gave an exaggerated shrug and flopped onto his back.
"Not Ukraine?"
"Nmh. Big sister, she's like a mother to me - she took care of me when I was small, maybe she kisses my forehead but there is a difference."
Lithuania swallowed. Even his bellyful of vodka couldn't make him bring her up without hesitation, but curiosity overcame him. "Belarus?"
Russia snorted. "She does not do that. Hmm. Well, maybe when I am sleeping, but I hope not."
After a few moments of quiet, and without any apparent provocation, Russia began giggling. "Litva, you know. You should show me."
"Show you...?"
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