Re: Inland Territories [Part 2a/?]
anonymous
January 14 2011, 01:41:20 UTC
It starts like this:
Poland leans forward, closing the small gap between them, and presses his lips against Lithuania’s. Lithuania’s hand comes up to cup the side of Poland’s face and Poland can feel the other nation tremble very slightly and moves closer, moving their lips together. Lithuania’s hand slide down Poland’s neck to his shoulder, down his arm to clasp his hand briefly. Poland makes a small sound and Lithuania’s hands land feather-light against the smaller nation’s chest. They pull apart just far enough to breathe.
“Polaska.” Lithuania murmurs voice soft and low.
Suddenly it’s too cold in their room and Poland’s stomach drops out just like it always did the second before he could here the soldier’s boots coming down the hall to the room they kept him in. All he can hear in Lithuania’s soft voice is pain and fear. He screws his eyes shut and tells himself it’s ok-it’s ok. That life isn’t their life any more. It doesn’t stop the panic from rising though.
Poland finally manages to open his eyes and Lithuania is pale, too pale, like all the blood’s been drained from his face. His hands are clenched, he bites his lower lip.
“Maybe . . .” he starts hands clenching tighter, “maybe we shouldn’t do this tonight.”
Poland shakes his head snapping his mind back from the past to the present sitting here in this airplane flying from London to Warsaw.
He and Lithuania had that conversation almost a year ago now and so far they hadn’t gotten past kissing. It’s not that he doesn’t love Lithuania because he’s never doubted that he loved the other nation since the founding of their Commonwealth. In fact Poland is pretty sure that his love for Lithuania has been what has kept him alive through all he’s had to endure.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch Lithuania anymore either. Touching Lithuania always feels so good, right up until the flash backs start. It really isn’t the other nation’s fault that Poland can do nothing but think of being cold, alone, helpless, and afraid when he touches Lithuania. It really isn’t his poor Liet’s fault that just looking at him sometimes reminds Poland of Russia or Germany, of secret police and death camps. If he could figure out a way of stopping it from happening he would. He, like, totally would because he loves Lithuania and he wants it to be like it had been before. He wants to be with Lithuania like that again, warm, happy and content.
After several failed attempts at intimacy Poland had just assumed he couldn’t sleep with anyone anymore. That was a scary thought in and of itself; the idea that someone had managed to break something inside him that badly. At least that would have explained why he couldn’t manage to be with the one person he loved most in the entire world. He hadn’t been happy with the idea but he’d been, well sort of, content. Then England had happened, and now Poland didn’t know what to think beyond how badly he’d screwed up.
Poland sighs and tries to move his legs into a more comfortable position in the cramped little airplane seat.
He is kind of looking forward to seeing Lithuania that night. After all he’d missed his Liet and they could eat pierogi and maybe watch one of America’s romantic comedies together. Lithuania would suffer through the silly chick-flick in silence because he knew it made Poland happy and hold Poland’s hand like they were teenagers.
Poland shifts again and frowns out of the little window at the passing clouds.
Of course he is also kind of dreading seeing Lithuania. It’s getting harder and to come back from England to Lithuania. Especially since his Liet is always so patient and gentle with him. Poland knows he definitely doesn’t deserve it. Not anymore.
Re: Inland Territories [Part 2b/?]
anonymous
January 14 2011, 01:42:24 UTC
Affair
It’s such an ugly word Poland doesn’t want to think about it, it makes him sick inside and angry at himself.
He’d been forced to have sex with other nations of course. after loosing to them in war. He’d also slept with a couple nation’s he’d formed alliances with once Lithuania had been taken from him the first time. He’d never taken another lover though not when he had Lithuania. Not until now.
He knew some nations slept with whomever they wanted whenever they wanted, but not him. Marriage meant something to him, it always had, it was a sacred vow after all. Sure he was no longer technically married to Lithuania but it still meant something.
Poland frowns harder out of the plane window as the plane begins its descent.
He knows, he totally knows, he should talk to Lithuania; confess what’s happening with England see if they can work it out. See if there is anything left to work out. He’s too much of a coward though because he can’t even imagine not loving Lithuania, can’t image Lithuania not loving him anymore. There had been one time when he’d thought Lithuania didn’t love him anymore and it has been the worst thing ever, and he’d . . .
He’ll tell Lithuania, because that’s the right thing to do and he knows it, just not tonight. Tonight he wants to hold Lithuania, and snuggle a little. Tonight he wants to pretend everything is going to be all right.
Re: Inland Territories [Part 2b/?]
anonymous
January 14 2011, 13:44:25 UTC
Oh, this was so painfully sweet. I liked how England and Poland have such an easygoing relationship, and Poland encouraging England to smile more made me go d'awww.
And then Poland and Lithuania's relationship and the centuries of baggage and all the bad memories - ouch. Excellent job with the contrast, anon.
BTW, I'm pretty sure it's 'Polska', not 'Polaska'. Or 'Lenkija' if you're going for the Lithuanian name.
::face-palm:: I totally knew Polska was the right word and I'd typed it wrong the first time, and I was totally going to change it before I posted and then completely forgot.
Poland leans forward, closing the small gap between them, and presses his lips against Lithuania’s. Lithuania’s hand comes up to cup the side of Poland’s face and Poland can feel the other nation tremble very slightly and moves closer, moving their lips together. Lithuania’s hand slide down Poland’s neck to his shoulder, down his arm to clasp his hand briefly. Poland makes a small sound and Lithuania’s hands land feather-light against the smaller nation’s chest. They pull apart just far enough to breathe.
“Polaska.” Lithuania murmurs voice soft and low.
Suddenly it’s too cold in their room and Poland’s stomach drops out just like it always did the second before he could here the soldier’s boots coming down the hall to the room they kept him in. All he can hear in Lithuania’s soft voice is pain and fear. He screws his eyes shut and tells himself it’s ok-it’s ok. That life isn’t their life any more. It doesn’t stop the panic from rising though.
Poland finally manages to open his eyes and Lithuania is pale, too pale, like all the blood’s been drained from his face. His hands are clenched, he bites his lower lip.
“Maybe . . .” he starts hands clenching tighter, “maybe we shouldn’t do this tonight.”
Poland shakes his head snapping his mind back from the past to the present sitting here in this airplane flying from London to Warsaw.
He and Lithuania had that conversation almost a year ago now and so far they hadn’t gotten past kissing. It’s not that he doesn’t love Lithuania because he’s never doubted that he loved the other nation since the founding of their Commonwealth. In fact Poland is pretty sure that his love for Lithuania has been what has kept him alive through all he’s had to endure.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch Lithuania anymore either. Touching Lithuania always feels so good, right up until the flash backs start. It really isn’t the other nation’s fault that Poland can do nothing but think of being cold, alone, helpless, and afraid when he touches Lithuania. It really isn’t his poor Liet’s fault that just looking at him sometimes reminds Poland of Russia or Germany, of secret police and death camps. If he could figure out a way of stopping it from happening he would. He, like, totally would because he loves Lithuania and he wants it to be like it had been before. He wants to be with Lithuania like that again, warm, happy and content.
After several failed attempts at intimacy Poland had just assumed he couldn’t sleep with anyone anymore. That was a scary thought in and of itself; the idea that someone had managed to break something inside him that badly. At least that would have explained why he couldn’t manage to be with the one person he loved most in the entire world. He hadn’t been happy with the idea but he’d been, well sort of, content. Then England had happened, and now Poland didn’t know what to think beyond how badly he’d screwed up.
Poland sighs and tries to move his legs into a more comfortable position in the cramped little airplane seat.
He is kind of looking forward to seeing Lithuania that night. After all he’d missed his Liet and they could eat pierogi and maybe watch one of America’s romantic comedies together. Lithuania would suffer through the silly chick-flick in silence because he knew it made Poland happy and hold Poland’s hand like they were teenagers.
Poland shifts again and frowns out of the little window at the passing clouds.
Of course he is also kind of dreading seeing Lithuania. It’s getting harder and to come back from England to Lithuania. Especially since his Liet is always so patient and gentle with him. Poland knows he definitely doesn’t deserve it. Not anymore.
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It’s such an ugly word Poland doesn’t want to think about it, it makes him sick inside and angry at himself.
He’d been forced to have sex with other nations of course. after loosing to them in war. He’d also slept with a couple nation’s he’d formed alliances with once Lithuania had been taken from him the first time. He’d never taken another lover though not when he had Lithuania. Not until now.
He knew some nations slept with whomever they wanted whenever they wanted, but not him. Marriage meant something to him, it always had, it was a sacred vow after all. Sure he was no longer technically married to Lithuania but it still meant something.
Poland frowns harder out of the plane window as the plane begins its descent.
He knows, he totally knows, he should talk to Lithuania; confess what’s happening with England see if they can work it out. See if there is anything left to work out. He’s too much of a coward though because he can’t even imagine not loving Lithuania, can’t image Lithuania not loving him anymore. There had been one time when he’d thought Lithuania didn’t love him anymore and it has been the worst thing ever, and he’d . . .
He’ll tell Lithuania, because that’s the right thing to do and he knows it, just not tonight. Tonight he wants to hold Lithuania, and snuggle a little. Tonight he wants to pretend everything is going to be all right.
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Oh, Poland, sweetie...
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And then Poland and Lithuania's relationship and the centuries of baggage and all the bad memories - ouch. Excellent job with the contrast, anon.
BTW, I'm pretty sure it's 'Polska', not 'Polaska'. Or 'Lenkija' if you're going for the Lithuanian name.
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