Hetalia kink meme part 23
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part 23
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“YOU BLOODY IMBECILES!” he shouted before he grabbed his turtleneck sweater and headed out of the room.
Before he could fully escape, Poland stretched out his leg, tripping the Brit who fell forward and groaned more in pain as his muscles were sore from reaching out to break his fall.
“Liet… close the door…” Poland said while coughing and Lithuania looked worried as he followed his orders and looked down at the pained Brit, wanting to help him escape but also wanting to help heal him.
“I HATE YOU!” England said before just letting his head fall to the floor, tears falling as the battle had been lost on his part. “W-what did I ever do to have you torture me and butt your noses in my life?!”
Lithuania frowned a little and knelt before him. “M-Mr. England… Poland and I would never dream of doing something to hurt you…. More than anything, we really want to help.”
“I DON’T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP! I DON’T WANT YOUR HELP!” England glared up at him while more tears flooded his eyes.
Poland was too busy catching his breath and coughing to talk some sense into the Brit, so Lithuania decided to take over in a gentler manner that England would hopefully respond more positively to.
“Mr. England… I-I do hope you’ll believe me when I say I know what you are going through. People w-who claim to love us.. s-sometimes hurt us, and-”
“America is NOT Russia!” England cut into his speech, shaking with anger as he could barely hold up his torso off the floor with weak and bruised arms. “DON’T YOU DARE COMPARE THEM,” he threatened in a low voice.
Lithuania blushed and looked away, tears forming in his own eyes. “I wasn’t trying to, really… I am o-only saying that it is quite painful and confusing being hurt by someone who claims to love you. I realize Mr. America really cares about you and would never hurt you willingly. B-but that is more reason for him to know so he does not continue to hurt you. Think of how hard it would be for him i-if any of your injuries were to be serious. And what’s more, think how much more hurt you will both be if something were to happen to you.”
England glared at him but did feel something stir inside him. Something like guilt and worry, beyond his concern for America finding out about what he had so long been hiding. Lithuania’s words echoed in his head and he let out a soft whimper at the truth behind them as well as the sincerity in the Lithuanian’s eyes. Looking into them, England could sense that Lithuania understood him perfectly, having experienced something similar but on a more painful scale than he. And yet he was so kind to him..
England started crying more and put his head down against the floor while Poland, who had recovered his voice, sighed. “Great, you’ll stain my rug and make it all, like, icky.”
Both Lithuania and England ignored his comment and minutes later, jumped at the sound of the doorbell downstairs.
As much as Lithuania’s words had touched him and opened his eyes, England still didn’t feel ready to face America. “N-no…” he muttered miserably and started to put on his turtleneck before Poland snatched it away.
“No England. It’s time he, like, sees the truth for himself,” he said and went downstairs to let the troubled American in.
“Where’s England?” America asked, skipping all greetings and pleasantries. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern and for once he didn’t ask Poland for a snack or crack jokes about his pink, frilly house.
“Like, upstairs in the guest room.”
Meanwhile England grabbed Lithuania’s shirt collar and looked at him with pleading eyes. “N-no.. No please Lithuania. Y-you’ve got to help me..”
The poor flustered Baltic blushed and tried to help England up and dusted him off lightly. “Mr. England it will be alright… I am certain he will be understanding.”
England shook his head and tried to convince him some more before both nations froze at the sound of the door opening and then a low gasp. England reluctantly turned to face the American, and they both locked eyes before England felt his body go numb and his heart stop beating.
“…Arthur… w-what happened to you..?”
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