Good Game (2a/4)
anonymous
November 20 2010, 04:14:29 UTC
LOL TENSE CHANGE. whoops. Didn't notice until I was almost finished with this part, so sorry. >_>;
IN WHICH Lithuania is Cinderella.
Despite Estonia's warning words, Lietuva's mood only continued to rise in the week proceeding the game - not only because he anticipated a win, but also because the match meant he would be with his own people, even if it was only for a brief time. The only thing that could bring him down was Russia's immediate presence, which increased daily (he popped up at the strangest times - in the midst of the Baltics eating breakfast, which resulted in a spectacular collective spit-take; while Lithuania was seeing to the tuning of the piano (he almost broke the stand and slammed the lid on his own backside); doing transcriptions, and he'd ruined a page by tearing straight through the paper with his pen at the Russian's voice) and culminated three days before the match.
"I want to host a party," Russia said by way of greeting while Lithuania was cleaning the dishes.
How a man his size could move so quietly was a question Lithuania had stopped asking himself long ago. He seized up helplessly as usual, fingers tightening on the cup he was wiping dry, and when he drew a shaking, steadying breath and resumed his work he couldn't stop his hands from trembling. "Of course, Mr. Russia," he said as cheerfully as he could. "When did you want to hold it?" he asked, half-turning towards Russia and trying to gauge his current mood.
Russia stood by the fridge, smiling. The smile by itself meant nothing, but he wasn't crowding Lithuania and he was relatively relaxed in his stance, so it was probably not time to drop the cup and run for his life. Probably.
"Hmm ..." Russia pressed a finger to his chin and thought about it. "I think four days from now. It will be a Sunday, and many of the Party Members will be able to come. Won't that be nice?"
Lithuania did not let his submissive smile slide off his face. "O-Of course," he stammered, but what he thought was four days!? That's not enough time! The whole house will have to be cleaned and the invitations sent out, grocery shopping and food preparation, and with the rationing we'll clean out the coffers anyway, and all the paperwork will have to be finished beforehand and--! And most of this work will fall to me. .... Oh.
He tried not to let his realization of what Russia was doing show on his face, but Russia's easy smile seemed to gain a sinister edge. "That is possible, yes? I know Litvos can do this job. You're so reliable." He took a few steps forward, close enough now to loom over Lithuania. "I hope this won't effect our basketball match."
Lithuania bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood. He studied the teacup in his hand as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. "Y-yes, we - I - can -- n-no, of course this won't e-effect the match; I'm looking forward to it." This much, at least, wasn't a lie.
"Oh, good! I'm happy to hear this." Russia leaned down and despite his anger Lithuania felt his Russia-induced tremors increase to outright shaking; his heart pounded. "It would be a shame if Litvos decided to forfeit because he was too tired," he said, sweet, in Lithuania's ear.
Lithuania stiffened. Russia had heard Estonia after all!
"Well, I shall not worry about it because I have your word," Russia said, straightening but not moving away. "And you are so very good about keeping your word, yes?"
Lithuania did not have a reputation for keeping his word. (First in line for independence, even when he ran right into Germany's arms like a fool--)
"Yes, R-R-Russia," Lithuania stammered, and choked when Russia clapped him hard on the back and then left the room, humming the Soviet anthem.
IN WHICH Lithuania is Cinderella.
Despite Estonia's warning words, Lietuva's mood only continued to rise in the week proceeding the game - not only because he anticipated a win, but also because the match meant he would be with his own people, even if it was only for a brief time. The only thing that could bring him down was Russia's immediate presence, which increased daily (he popped up at the strangest times - in the midst of the Baltics eating breakfast, which resulted in a spectacular collective spit-take; while Lithuania was seeing to the tuning of the piano (he almost broke the stand and slammed the lid on his own backside); doing transcriptions, and he'd ruined a page by tearing straight through the paper with his pen at the Russian's voice) and culminated three days before the match.
"I want to host a party," Russia said by way of greeting while Lithuania was cleaning the dishes.
How a man his size could move so quietly was a question Lithuania had stopped asking himself long ago. He seized up helplessly as usual, fingers tightening on the cup he was wiping dry, and when he drew a shaking, steadying breath and resumed his work he couldn't stop his hands from trembling. "Of course, Mr. Russia," he said as cheerfully as he could. "When did you want to hold it?" he asked, half-turning towards Russia and trying to gauge his current mood.
Russia stood by the fridge, smiling. The smile by itself meant nothing, but he wasn't crowding Lithuania and he was relatively relaxed in his stance, so it was probably not time to drop the cup and run for his life. Probably.
"Hmm ..." Russia pressed a finger to his chin and thought about it. "I think four days from now. It will be a Sunday, and many of the Party Members will be able to come. Won't that be nice?"
Lithuania did not let his submissive smile slide off his face. "O-Of course," he stammered, but what he thought was four days!? That's not enough time! The whole house will have to be cleaned and the invitations sent out, grocery shopping and food preparation, and with the rationing we'll clean out the coffers anyway, and all the paperwork will have to be finished beforehand and--! And most of this work will fall to me. .... Oh.
He tried not to let his realization of what Russia was doing show on his face, but Russia's easy smile seemed to gain a sinister edge. "That is possible, yes? I know Litvos can do this job. You're so reliable." He took a few steps forward, close enough now to loom over Lithuania. "I hope this won't effect our basketball match."
Lithuania bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood. He studied the teacup in his hand as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. "Y-yes, we - I - can -- n-no, of course this won't e-effect the match; I'm looking forward to it." This much, at least, wasn't a lie.
"Oh, good! I'm happy to hear this." Russia leaned down and despite his anger Lithuania felt his Russia-induced tremors increase to outright shaking; his heart pounded. "It would be a shame if Litvos decided to forfeit because he was too tired," he said, sweet, in Lithuania's ear.
Lithuania stiffened. Russia had heard Estonia after all!
"Well, I shall not worry about it because I have your word," Russia said, straightening but not moving away. "And you are so very good about keeping your word, yes?"
Lithuania did not have a reputation for keeping his word. (First in line for independence, even when he ran right into Germany's arms like a fool--)
"Yes, R-R-Russia," Lithuania stammered, and choked when Russia clapped him hard on the back and then left the room, humming the Soviet anthem.
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