He's Somebody's Hero
anonymous
October 31 2010, 20:57:51 UTC
"…Hey. You still there?"
America swallowed, clenching the phone tighter and nodding even though Liet couldn't see. But the Baltic knew, and America could have sworn he heard the friendly smile he received in return. The connection they had established over the decades never ceased to surprise him, and, on more than one occasion, bring him just the relief he needed.
"Look…I know it's hard. I'm always worried about you, America, and you've done so much for me in the past. You mean a lot to me, so...please don't doubt that."
"But," America choked, "everyone else is fucking--"
"I know…and they don't know what they're missi--"
"How can you know?! We never get to visit anymore, you're stuck over there, and--and God, you probably hate me, too! Fuck, all of Europe does, so why the fuck not?!"
America's breaths lingered over the phone, fogging up the touchscreen. He sniffled loudly, and wiped the dribble of snot from his nose onto his sleeve. As seconds passed of silence, America trying to calm his sobbing and switching on his car's AC to cool down his flushed face, he began to wonder if his paranoia had been spot-on, if one of the worst things imaginable had, in fact, been reality all along.
"…Because it hurts every time I hear about it. I…I know it must be tougher for you, but over here…" Lithuania took a moment to compose himself, his sigh putting hope into the hole America's hopelessness had created.
"America, you're my hero, okay? And you always will be, no matter what."
America's forehead met with the leather skin of his steering wheel, and he closed his eyes, just to double-check the possibility that this was a dream. When he opened them and discovered how much mileage he had--and holy crap, he'd had this car for a while--he cracked a smile, a small chuckle, and an entire slump of his body as the weight of all his worries evaporated.
"…Really, man?"
"Of course. I wouldn't lie to you."
"Yeah…I know."
"…Where are you, anyway?"
America grinned, and settled back against the car seat. "Parking lot of some business building. I needed to get away for a while, and…yeah, here I am."
Again, Lithuania's smile seemed to break through the timezones and 4G network. America knew it would be better in person, and made a note to invite his friend--his friend--over to visit sometime. It had been far too long since the last exchange of physical, face-to-face assurance that there was one soul in the world who would have him when no one else would.
Re: He's Somebody's Hero
anonymous
October 31 2010, 22:07:08 UTC
Wait, there are nations besides the Philippines and Estonia that don't view the USA with hatred/disdain/contempt/etc.? ... Good to know! (I mean, I knew we never recognized Lithuania's "incorporation into the USSR and Lithuanian-Americans did everything they could to see their motherland independent and a part of NATO, but ... they haven't started hating us yet? Badass. :D)
Re: He's Somebody's Hero
anonymous
November 2 2010, 03:59:23 UTC
Oh, they are adorable. And Liet's got enough of his own problems, he's such a dear to help a friend in need. And Al does need some positive attention here and there whether or not he deserves it, or he's just gonna wither.
Though I don't think Lithuania would think of himself as "Liet." That's just Poland's nickname for him.
And you should get this up in the fills list, so people know it's here.
America swallowed, clenching the phone tighter and nodding even though Liet couldn't see. But the Baltic knew, and America could have sworn he heard the friendly smile he received in return. The connection they had established over the decades never ceased to surprise him, and, on more than one occasion, bring him just the relief he needed.
"Look…I know it's hard. I'm always worried about you, America, and you've done so much for me in the past. You mean a lot to me, so...please don't doubt that."
"But," America choked, "everyone else is fucking--"
"I know…and they don't know what they're missi--"
"How can you know?! We never get to visit anymore, you're stuck over there, and--and God, you probably hate me, too! Fuck, all of Europe does, so why the fuck not?!"
America's breaths lingered over the phone, fogging up the touchscreen. He sniffled loudly, and wiped the dribble of snot from his nose onto his sleeve. As seconds passed of silence, America trying to calm his sobbing and switching on his car's AC to cool down his flushed face, he began to wonder if his paranoia had been spot-on, if one of the worst things imaginable had, in fact, been reality all along.
"…Because it hurts every time I hear about it. I…I know it must be tougher for you, but over here…" Lithuania took a moment to compose himself, his sigh putting hope into the hole America's hopelessness had created.
"America, you're my hero, okay? And you always will be, no matter what."
America's forehead met with the leather skin of his steering wheel, and he closed his eyes, just to double-check the possibility that this was a dream. When he opened them and discovered how much mileage he had--and holy crap, he'd had this car for a while--he cracked a smile, a small chuckle, and an entire slump of his body as the weight of all his worries evaporated.
"…Really, man?"
"Of course. I wouldn't lie to you."
"Yeah…I know."
"…Where are you, anyway?"
America grinned, and settled back against the car seat. "Parking lot of some business building. I needed to get away for a while, and…yeah, here I am."
Again, Lithuania's smile seemed to break through the timezones and 4G network. America knew it would be better in person, and made a note to invite his friend--his friend--over to visit sometime. It had been far too long since the last exchange of physical, face-to-face assurance that there was one soul in the world who would have him when no one else would.
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First kink meme fill ever, woo!
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Though I don't think Lithuania would think of himself as "Liet." That's just Poland's nickname for him.
And you should get this up in the fills list, so people know it's here.
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