Long sleeves [1/?]
anonymous
March 12 2009, 18:53:29 UTC
Beware of angst and shonen ai. I’m really sorry for all grammar, spelling and punctuation errors, it’s my first serious fic in English. Hope OP likes it :< Lame title is lame
Long sleeves
Lithuania still hadn’t gotten used to his newly regained independence. Even now, on the walk with Poland, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched. He kept glancing behind his shoulder just to check if there wasn’t anyone tall with scarf on his neck following them.
Usually Poland would laugh and mock him about his anxiety. But he had changed. Sure, he was still the Feliks everyone knew - goofy and fabulous, loud and annoying. However, there were sometimes those moments when he just paused and stared in the distance. Toris couldn’t name the expression his friend wore at those times - it was one of those he still didn’t understand. Years of partitions and wars changed them both.
There were also these long sleeves. Lithuania couldn’t tell why it had started to bother him. He noticed them few weeks ago - Poland often wore shorts or skirts but he was never seen in short-sleeved clothing. Even now, in the middle of the summer, he wore white, silk shirt with obligatory long sleeves.
‘Feliks, aren’t you hot?’ Toris asked with curiosity in his voice.
‘Oh my God, Liet. How can you doubt my hotness? Like, I’m absolutely fabulous and hot!’ Poland looked a little offended and Toris just stared at him. Then it clicked in clicked in his mind.
‘Oh no!’ he shouted ‘I meant that, well, it’s almost 25 degrees and you’re wearing long-sleeved shirt. Don’t you feel hot?’ he looked at him expectantly and noticed with surprise that his friend was avoiding his eyes.
‘No need to worry Liet.’ He laughed weakly ‘I’m perfectly fine.’ Feliks smiled at him brightly, though he still didn’t look him in the eye.
Lithuania let go of the topic. If this was something Poland didn’t want to talk about he wouldn’t push him.
***
‘So, like, thanks for the walk Liet. Vilnius is still as beautiful as I remember it.’ Feliks smiled at him sincerely and suddenly Lithuania felt all the anger and anxiety leaving him. It was stupid really - to worry about what Feliks would say about Vilnius. The case was so old he almost felt stupid for being offended to that day.
‘Do you want to come in?’ Toris asked Poland when the he started to turn around. The blonde nation looked surprised but he quickly masked it with a big grin.
‘You’re kidding? Of course I want.’
Toris just smiled and opened the door for him. Feliks entered shyly - he was a big talker but he still felt uneasy in Lithuania’s house. Guilt was much easier to feel there.
‘Feliks, you know the way. Don’t stand here.’ He turned around to see Toris smiling at him gently. Poland felt himself smiling back.
‘Make yourself at home and I’ll make some tea, ok?’ Lithuania didn’t wait for his reply, he headed straight to the kitchen. Feliks found himself smiling even wider - it was almost like the old times.
An hour later they were sitting on the couch in Toris’ living room, drinking tea and eating sakotis. (‘It’s sękacz!’ ‘No, it’s sakotis.’ ‘Whatever, it still tastes like sękacz.’)
It was almost as if they never were partitioned, the talk was so natural between them, jokes which only they could get were still funny.
Then came the evening. Poland looked at the window and his eyes widened.
‘Oh God, Liet! I’m totally sorry! I didn’t mean to be here for so long! You probably have work to do and…’
‘Feliks.’ Toris interrupted him. ‘Will you stay for the night?’
Poland was quiet for a moment. There was that expression again - eyes staring in the distance, not noticing anything around them. They were so hollow and lifeless. It lasted only two seconds but it still made Lithuania shiver.
‘Are you totally sure?’ asked Feliks carefully, his eyes normal again.
‘Yes Feliks. I would like you to stay with me tonight.’
In the next moment he had his arms full of short, lively blonde.
‘Oh my God, you’re totally amazing Liet! We haven’t had a sleepover for ages! I, like totally love you!’
Hope OP likes it :<
Lame title is lame
Long sleeves
Lithuania still hadn’t gotten used to his newly regained independence. Even now, on the walk with Poland, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched. He kept glancing behind his shoulder just to check if there wasn’t anyone tall with scarf on his neck following them.
Usually Poland would laugh and mock him about his anxiety. But he had changed. Sure, he was still the Feliks everyone knew - goofy and fabulous, loud and annoying. However, there were sometimes those moments when he just paused and stared in the distance. Toris couldn’t name the expression his friend wore at those times - it was one of those he still didn’t understand. Years of partitions and wars changed them both.
There were also these long sleeves. Lithuania couldn’t tell why it had started to bother him. He noticed them few weeks ago - Poland often wore shorts or skirts but he was never seen in short-sleeved clothing. Even now, in the middle of the summer, he wore white, silk shirt with obligatory long sleeves.
‘Feliks, aren’t you hot?’ Toris asked with curiosity in his voice.
‘Oh my God, Liet. How can you doubt my hotness? Like, I’m absolutely fabulous and hot!’ Poland looked a little offended and Toris just stared at him. Then it clicked in clicked in his mind.
‘Oh no!’ he shouted ‘I meant that, well, it’s almost 25 degrees and you’re wearing long-sleeved shirt. Don’t you feel hot?’ he looked at him expectantly and noticed with surprise that his friend was avoiding his eyes.
‘No need to worry Liet.’ He laughed weakly ‘I’m perfectly fine.’ Feliks smiled at him brightly, though he still didn’t look him in the eye.
Lithuania let go of the topic. If this was something Poland didn’t want to talk about he wouldn’t push him.
***
‘So, like, thanks for the walk Liet. Vilnius is still as beautiful as I remember it.’ Feliks smiled at him sincerely and suddenly Lithuania felt all the anger and anxiety leaving him. It was stupid really - to worry about what Feliks would say about Vilnius. The case was so old he almost felt stupid for being offended to that day.
‘Do you want to come in?’ Toris asked Poland when the he started to turn around. The blonde nation looked surprised but he quickly masked it with a big grin.
‘You’re kidding? Of course I want.’
Toris just smiled and opened the door for him. Feliks entered shyly - he was a big talker but he still felt uneasy in Lithuania’s house. Guilt was much easier to feel there.
‘Feliks, you know the way. Don’t stand here.’ He turned around to see Toris smiling at him gently. Poland felt himself smiling back.
‘Make yourself at home and I’ll make some tea, ok?’ Lithuania didn’t wait for his reply, he headed straight to the kitchen. Feliks found himself smiling even wider - it was almost like the old times.
An hour later they were sitting on the couch in Toris’ living room, drinking tea and eating sakotis. (‘It’s sękacz!’ ‘No, it’s sakotis.’ ‘Whatever, it still tastes like sękacz.’)
It was almost as if they never were partitioned, the talk was so natural between them, jokes which only they could get were still funny.
Then came the evening. Poland looked at the window and his eyes widened.
‘Oh God, Liet! I’m totally sorry! I didn’t mean to be here for so long! You probably have work to do and…’
‘Feliks.’ Toris interrupted him. ‘Will you stay for the night?’
Poland was quiet for a moment. There was that expression again - eyes staring in the distance, not noticing anything around them. They were so hollow and lifeless. It lasted only two seconds but it still made Lithuania shiver.
‘Are you totally sure?’ asked Feliks carefully, his eyes normal again.
‘Yes Feliks. I would like you to stay with me tonight.’
In the next moment he had his arms full of short, lively blonde.
‘Oh my God, you’re totally amazing Liet! We haven’t had a sleepover for ages! I, like totally love you!’
Lithuania just laughed.
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