Long sleeves [3/3]
anonymous
March 12 2009, 18:59:12 UTC
Poland didn’t flinch when he finally pulled it off but winced at the sound if Lithuania’s gasp.
Toris didn’t know what to think. Feliks’ torso and arms were covered in so many scars he wasn’t sure he could count them. Small and big ones - all of them looked terrifying.
But the biggest and most scary was the one over his heart. It looked as if someone had been stabbing Poland repeatedly, causing more and more damage.
‘Is it… Is it Warsaw?’ Lithuania shyly gestured towards that blemish.
‘Yeah. It was after Warsaw Uprising.’ Poland closed his eyes ‘I totally thought that I have gotten over it. Like, I mean, it was bad with Russia, worse than when you touched it. He apparently enjoyed seeing me like that ‘coz he kept on touching it but…’
‘Wait.’ Toris interrupted him. ‘Ivan did something to you?’
‘Yeah. You didn’t know? I thought he had told everyone that I’m so oversensitive and have obsession…’ there was strong hatred in Poland’s voice as he spoke about his brother.
Yes, thought Lithuania, I didn’t know. Ivan never said a word about it and he didn’t ask. He was still angry at Feliks, he had his own problems, his scars and… And…
I was so stupid.
‘Feliks… Tell me about your scars.’ Toris felt grief and anger taking over him. Now Poland’s words “You did nothing” gained a new meaning.
‘Like, I don’t want to.” Feliks scowled “The mood is totally off now. Not cool.’
Toris just looked at him seriously and Poland sighed resigned. He took Lithuania’s hand and traced it over his scars.
‘This is Westerplatte, they lasted the whole week, you know. This one is Bzura. This is Wizna, people call it Polish Thermopiles.’
Poland kept on naming every one of his scars as he guided Toris’ hand. There was Auschwitz too - on the right side of his abdomen. And Katyń. And many, many others. He couldn’t remember all of them like Feliks, there were too many.
‘Liet. Look at me.’ He raised his eyes at Poland who was still holding his hand. ‘Don’t cry, Liet.’ Feliks kissed him softly. ‘They don’t hurt me as much as in the past. The time has healed them.’
‘I should have been there for you, I should have helped you.’ His voice was weak and guilty.
‘Like, stop blaming yourself. You had your own problems, everyone had. I don’t blame you. Like totally.’
They looked at each other for a moment. Silence was so uncomfortable that they felt like suffocating.
‘Let’s just go to sleep, ok?’ asked Poland. He raised from the bed to switch off the lights.
His back was like a mirror reflection of Lithuania’s back. Toris could almost see the faucet falling on the fair skin, bruising it. His own scars itched. He closed his eyes so that he didn’t have to look and remember.
He only opened them when he felt Feliks laying beside him.
Poland’s eyes were staring at him in the dark, strangely bright and gleaming in the dark. He was smiling.
‘Don’t think about it, Liet. It totally doesn’t matter now.’
They both knew it was a lie. Lithuania smiled anyway.
‘I love you, Feliks.’
‘Yeah, me too. Love you. Good night.’
Their slow breaths filled the room, their bodies relaxed against each other.
They both knew they were just faking sleep.
End note: yes, I made Russia Poland’s brother. I’ve always seen them as family (who hate each other but whatever).
Re: Long sleeves [3/3]
anonymous
March 12 2009, 22:36:35 UTC
dfljaSAS this is really freaking good, anon. D: ♥ The progression from happy hangings out to dfsaffsafasa srs definitely made it hit harder, and the atmosphere throughout the last scene was so quiet and Feliks was so sort of resigned )))): Owww. Very well-done.
Toris didn’t know what to think. Feliks’ torso and arms were covered in so many scars he wasn’t sure he could count them. Small and big ones - all of them looked terrifying.
But the biggest and most scary was the one over his heart. It looked as if someone had been stabbing Poland repeatedly, causing more and more damage.
‘Is it… Is it Warsaw?’ Lithuania shyly gestured towards that blemish.
‘Yeah. It was after Warsaw Uprising.’ Poland closed his eyes ‘I totally thought that I have gotten over it. Like, I mean, it was bad with Russia, worse than when you touched it. He apparently enjoyed seeing me like that ‘coz he kept on touching it but…’
‘Wait.’ Toris interrupted him. ‘Ivan did something to you?’
‘Yeah. You didn’t know? I thought he had told everyone that I’m so oversensitive and have obsession…’ there was strong hatred in Poland’s voice as he spoke about his brother.
Yes, thought Lithuania, I didn’t know. Ivan never said a word about it and he didn’t ask. He was still angry at Feliks, he had his own problems, his scars and… And…
I was so stupid.
‘Feliks… Tell me about your scars.’ Toris felt grief and anger taking over him. Now Poland’s words “You did nothing” gained a new meaning.
‘Like, I don’t want to.” Feliks scowled “The mood is totally off now. Not cool.’
Toris just looked at him seriously and Poland sighed resigned. He took Lithuania’s hand and traced it over his scars.
‘This is Westerplatte, they lasted the whole week, you know. This one is Bzura. This is Wizna, people call it Polish Thermopiles.’
Poland kept on naming every one of his scars as he guided Toris’ hand. There was Auschwitz too - on the right side of his abdomen. And Katyń. And many, many others. He couldn’t remember all of them like Feliks, there were too many.
‘Liet. Look at me.’ He raised his eyes at Poland who was still holding his hand. ‘Don’t cry, Liet.’ Feliks kissed him softly. ‘They don’t hurt me as much as in the past. The time has healed them.’
‘I should have been there for you, I should have helped you.’ His voice was weak and guilty.
‘Like, stop blaming yourself. You had your own problems, everyone had. I don’t blame you. Like totally.’
They looked at each other for a moment. Silence was so uncomfortable that they felt like suffocating.
‘Let’s just go to sleep, ok?’ asked Poland. He raised from the bed to switch off the lights.
His back was like a mirror reflection of Lithuania’s back. Toris could almost see the faucet falling on the fair skin, bruising it. His own scars itched. He closed his eyes so that he didn’t have to look and remember.
He only opened them when he felt Feliks laying beside him.
Poland’s eyes were staring at him in the dark, strangely bright and gleaming in the dark. He was smiling.
‘Don’t think about it, Liet. It totally doesn’t matter now.’
They both knew it was a lie. Lithuania smiled anyway.
‘I love you, Feliks.’
‘Yeah, me too. Love you. Good night.’
Their slow breaths filled the room, their bodies relaxed against each other.
They both knew they were just faking sleep.
End note: yes, I made Russia Poland’s brother. I’ve always seen them as family (who hate each other but whatever).
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This is so sad! Poor Feliks. Some of these images are so painful. I want to hug him so much!
Good job, anon darling. ♥
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I like your story, it really moved me.
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