Lithuania/Poland, hatesex [1/?]
anonymous
March 30 2009, 09:00:40 UTC
Sooo, let me say a few words?
Firstly, I’m one of that silly persons who love this pairing in a really sweet, fluffy and all lovey-dovey way. And I hate how painfully historically wrong it is, because it really pains me. But I am aware that relationship between Poland and Lithuania is one of the most inaccurate things in Hetalia.
I decided to try to write this. Hope it doesn’t suck too much as it's not entirely how this pairing works for me ;__;
And secondly - I’m SO SORRY, Anon, but I didn’t manage not to mention Russia ;___; But… it’s just one little time?
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Lithuania couldn’t remember how it had started. He just knew he had been frustrated, nervous and angry, and as always he tried to stifle these feelings, to be calm, composed. But Poland, oh Poland always, always knew how to push his buttons, how to make him do something he wouldn’t normally even think of doing - and in the end it didn’t even matter what the other had said to make him that pissed off. Maybe something about partitions of Poland - like he was some kind of province, not even worth mentioning - maybe about Polish triumph at Grunwald - like he wasn’t even there, saving Feliks’ ass - or maybe he hadn’t said anything, maybe he had just looked - Lithuania hated some of Poland’s looks too, stubborn, egoistical, full of arrogance and yes, stupidity too.
He was surprised that Feliks apparently didn’t expect a blow from him. It angered him even more because with anyone else Poland would be more cautious, so why not the hell with him? Even more, he should be wary of him too, because Lithuania was just as capable of fighting as everyone else.
It was strange and so refreshing when some invisible strains around him broke loose and when he launched at Poland with all his frustration, anger and pain. The other nation was so stupidly surprised, but he composed himself quickly and soon Lithuania felt slim fingers close around his wrist.
He struggled, kicked and pushed at Poland, still angry, not wanting to wake up from this. He felt strong, the air he was breathing in became suddenly so much lighter and green eyes in front of him so much more irritating and he didn’t really care that making a fight in the conference room after a meeting was a really bad idea.
He saw Poland open his mouth and, not really thinking about it and not wanting to hear something idiotic again, banged his head right into face in front of him, making Poland stumble backwards.
‘Fuck, Liet!’ Feliks’ hands immediately went to his face, his head hung low. When he straightened up, he looked incredulously at the blood on his fingers. Then he moved his gaze to Lithuania, eyes wide and a fair amount of blood on his chin.
Toris saw red, grasped Poland by his shirt and jerked him closer, feeling beyond furious.
‘Don’t call me that,’ he growled lowly, fingers tightening on the material. Poland looked up at him and something strange shone in these eyes for a while, but it came and went so quickly that Lithuania wasn’t even sure if he saw it right and besides he didn’t care anyway.
And then finally, finally Poland’s eyes narrowed and he pushed at Lithuania himself.
‘I will like, call you however I want to!,’ he screamed stubbornly, but was more careful now, eyeing his ex-partner warily. He once again looked at his blood strained fingers and then lightly touched his nose with them, wincing in pain.
Lithuania saw that, saw the way Poland’s shoulders tensed suddenly as if he realized something, saw how he closed his eyes for a few seconds and how his Adam’s apple moved when he swallowed. He saw all of that, but couldn’t really register it - he just felt blood pumping in his veins, strangely hot air filling his lungs and some weird sound ringing in his ears, pleasantly muffling reality.
Poland let his head fall and wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve, smearing it on his right cheek. When he straightened up, there was an ugly smirk on his face and green eyes were sparkling naughty under the furrowed brows.
‘Like, come on, Liet. We both know you aren’t able to beat me anyway.’
Lithuania/Poland, hatesex [2/?]
anonymous
March 30 2009, 09:06:26 UTC
It was the last straw. Without a cry or any other sound - because this anger, this impossibly anger was just inside him - he launched at Poland and soon they found themselves on the floor, his hands buried in green shirt and Poland’s fingers once again around his wrists.
‘What, isn’t it like, true?’
Lithuania clenched his teeth and pressed Poland harder to the floor, their faces dangerously close now.
‘Your oh so generous offer to help,’ made so long ago, a lifetime ago, ‘doesn’t mean that you’ve been ever stronger than me and you know it,’ he said with voice too calm for the storm that was going on inside him. ‘And besides,’ he licked his lips, looking at Poland’s blood as if it hypnotized him. ‘And besides you only made everything worse in the end, didn’t you?’
Poland laughed then, tilting his head back and showing Lithuania the pale column of his neck.
‘Oh yeah, I like, totally didn’t help you. Ever. All these battles together, wins-’
‘Fails, your stupid ideas, your carelessness, your faults-’
Suddenly Poland fisted his hand in brown hair and Lithuania almost winced at the sudden pain. Poland’s face was unusually serious in that moment.
‘We were in it together. We were partners-’
‘You were using me!’ screamed Lithuania and as soon as these words left his mouth he felt thousands times lighter. ‘You were just using me like I was your fucking property instead of-’
Green eyes closed again and when they reopened there was such an intense mix of emotions that Lithuania couldn’t make out even one of them. Poland blinked rapidly a few times as if he wanted to clear his vision and then a cruel smirk appeared on his face.
‘Well, maybe you like, let yourself be used.’
In the next instant Lithuania’s fist collided with bloody cheek. Poland’s head jerked to the side, blonde hair falling on his face. He didn’t let go of brown hair, though, and pulled at them painfully, making Lithuania tilt his head back.
‘Feel better now?,’ he asked when the taller nation refused to make a sound. ‘Cuz y’know, it always helps so much when you can put the blame on someone when it’s you that is a total loser.’
But Poland didn’t seem to hear him or just didn’t care, like always, thought Lithuania furiously, like always.
‘Even when you tried to. Remember how Germany stopped sending you to fight me?’ Poland’s smirk widened and he pushed himself a little up, moving Lithuania’s head closer to his. ‘Do you think I don’t know why? He just knew that you only gave me weapons to my hands, that you couldn’t win against me.’
And Lithuania gasped with outrage, narrowing his eyes and just about to say something- but Poland had not ended yet.
‘Besides, Liet, at least I haven’t sold myself. Tell me, did it feel good to be taken by Russia and Germany by turns willingly?’
‘YOU BASTARD!’ Lithuania jerked Poland down by his shoulders, making his head bang against the floor. Feliks hissed and closed his eyes briefly.
‘IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT AND YET YOU DARE TO-’
Poland laughed, crazy, unpleasant sound, pulled Lithuania’s head down and thrust his tongue inside widely open mouth. Toris growled low in his throat and stopped himself from biting at the offending tongue, deciding to push it back to Poland’s mouth instead, not really surprised by Feliks’ antics.
Soon it was him that was in charge, kissing Poland into submission, slightly surprised that he didn’t even fight that much. Lithuania wondered briefly if Feliks was still in this stupid kind of denial, if he thought that he could distract him like that. But it wasn’t Commonwealth anymore and Toris wouldn’t let that happen.
He moved his mouth to the pale neck and bit hard, feeling the body under him jerk in surprise. Soon the gasp followed when Lithuania moved Feliks’ thighs so that he could lay between them.
Lithuania/Poland, hatesex [3/?]
anonymous
March 30 2009, 09:16:59 UTC
‘And you call me a bitch?’ he whispered harshly into Poland’s ear. ‘Look at yourself, Fe-liks,’ he quickly undid green shirt, almost tearing the fabric up. ‘You’ve been allowing everyone to use you even more-’ He bit on the newly exposed skin and just then registered how hard Poland was breathing, both of his hands buried in Lithuania’s hair and head tilted back. ‘You’ve never could take care of yourself, always just hiding behind someone- the thing is, only I was that stupid to bear with it longer than necessary.’
Suddenly Poland was jerking his head up again and glaring at him, green gaze strong and fierce as if wanting to deny his words by this alone.
‘Yeah, Liet, and now you have at least someone to point at and scream that it was all theirs fault,’ he growled and crossed his legs around Lithuania’s waist. It was a shock for Lithuania that they were both so hard and he shuddered involuntarily. Feliks smirked up at him and ground their hips again, opened his mouth and licked the blood off from his lips as if tasting it.
Just then Toris realized that he had Poland’s blood in his mouth too. How could he miss it? They had kissed. How could he miss it?
Hot fingers sneaked underneath his shirt and scrapped the skin on his back in one, smooth, painful movement- he couldn’t hold back a gasp, buried his face in Poland’s neck and shuddered, disgusted by how familiar it felt in that moment-
‘Ah, Lithuania,’ sang Feliks then in a clear voice right into his ear. ‘Lithuania, my country-’
And Toris shuddered again, his whole body almost jerked, when in his ears rang this one sentence. He quickly undid Poland’s belt, hands steady and fast and noticed smugly that the other pair of hands was trembling when taking care of his own trousers.
They were biting each other between their movements, Poland’s sharp nails still abusing these part of his skin he could get to. When they finally disposed of unwanted clothes, Lithuania took a painful hold of slim hips and pressed them to the floor, deciding that if Feliks wouldn’t take it willingly, he’d make him do it.
But if fiery blush spread all the way even to Poland’s neck, his panting, hazed eyes and hard cock were any indication, he would most probably not only take it but like it as well.
So it was a surprise for Lithuania when the blond suddenly sat up, denying him and bringing his head closer for another kiss.
And this time Poland didn’t let Lithuania take control, making him all the more frustrated and crazy. Now the taste of blood was so much stronger - maybe because in his anger Toris bit Feliks’ tongue at some point or maybe just because he was more aware of what was going on. Hot hands were wandering urgently all over his body and finally stopped on his ass, squeezing. Lithuania growled in response and pinched Poland’s nipples with his nails.
Feliks immediately let go of his mouth and arched his back with a loud gasp. To this Lithuania smirked - it was good to know that some things stayed exactly the same.
Poland glared at him, green eyes narrowed dangerously and let himself onto other's lap. He grasped Lithuania’s hands and pressed them against his chest, his hips moving rather uncontrollably and Toris quickly get the message.
Poland’s chest tasted salty from sweat and was hot against his tongue. He purposely took long to move to the nipple, knowing what the other wanted and, what was more important, how to effectively deny him that. When he finally sucked on the pink nub, Feliks was moaning wantonly, hips grinding against his and fingers tangled in brown hair, preventing his head from moving away. When he gave a particularly hard suck along with pinching his other nipple, Poland graced him with a lingering ‘ooooh’.
He moved his gaze up and when he saw Poland’s mouth opened wide and felt his frantically moving up and down chest, the only think he could think of was that he’d love to have these red lips around his cock and fuck Feliks that way for all the things he’d ever said and done.
Lithuania didn’t plan to stop himself from putting this idea into practice.
Re: Lithuania/Poland, hatesex [3/?]
anonymous
March 30 2009, 21:15:41 UTC
MORE! I NEED MORE! ...as much as I love canon, even the healthiest of relationships has moments of extreme RAGE. Seriously, Liet/Pol can't be all rye fields and fluffy bunnies all the time.
Firstly, I’m one of that silly persons who love this pairing in a really sweet, fluffy and all lovey-dovey way. And I hate how painfully historically wrong it is, because it really pains me. But I am aware that relationship between Poland and Lithuania is one of the most inaccurate things in Hetalia.
I decided to try to write this. Hope it doesn’t suck too much as it's not entirely how this pairing works for me ;__;
And secondly - I’m SO SORRY, Anon, but I didn’t manage not to mention Russia ;___; But… it’s just one little time?
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Lithuania couldn’t remember how it had started. He just knew he had been frustrated, nervous and angry, and as always he tried to stifle these feelings, to be calm, composed. But Poland, oh Poland always, always knew how to push his buttons, how to make him do something he wouldn’t normally even think of doing - and in the end it didn’t even matter what the other had said to make him that pissed off. Maybe something about partitions of Poland - like he was some kind of province, not even worth mentioning - maybe about Polish triumph at Grunwald - like he wasn’t even there, saving Feliks’ ass - or maybe he hadn’t said anything, maybe he had just looked - Lithuania hated some of Poland’s looks too, stubborn, egoistical, full of arrogance and yes, stupidity too.
He was surprised that Feliks apparently didn’t expect a blow from him. It angered him even more because with anyone else Poland would be more cautious, so why not the hell with him? Even more, he should be wary of him too, because Lithuania was just as capable of fighting as everyone else.
It was strange and so refreshing when some invisible strains around him broke loose and when he launched at Poland with all his frustration, anger and pain. The other nation was so stupidly surprised, but he composed himself quickly and soon Lithuania felt slim fingers close around his wrist.
He struggled, kicked and pushed at Poland, still angry, not wanting to wake up from this. He felt strong, the air he was breathing in became suddenly so much lighter and green eyes in front of him so much more irritating and he didn’t really care that making a fight in the conference room after a meeting was a really bad idea.
He saw Poland open his mouth and, not really thinking about it and not wanting to hear something idiotic again, banged his head right into face in front of him, making Poland stumble backwards.
‘Fuck, Liet!’ Feliks’ hands immediately went to his face, his head hung low. When he straightened up, he looked incredulously at the blood on his fingers. Then he moved his gaze to Lithuania, eyes wide and a fair amount of blood on his chin.
Toris saw red, grasped Poland by his shirt and jerked him closer, feeling beyond furious.
‘Don’t call me that,’ he growled lowly, fingers tightening on the material. Poland looked up at him and something strange shone in these eyes for a while, but it came and went so quickly that Lithuania wasn’t even sure if he saw it right and besides he didn’t care anyway.
And then finally, finally Poland’s eyes narrowed and he pushed at Lithuania himself.
‘I will like, call you however I want to!,’ he screamed stubbornly, but was more careful now, eyeing his ex-partner warily. He once again looked at his blood strained fingers and then lightly touched his nose with them, wincing in pain.
Lithuania saw that, saw the way Poland’s shoulders tensed suddenly as if he realized something, saw how he closed his eyes for a few seconds and how his Adam’s apple moved when he swallowed. He saw all of that, but couldn’t really register it - he just felt blood pumping in his veins, strangely hot air filling his lungs and some weird sound ringing in his ears, pleasantly muffling reality.
Poland let his head fall and wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve, smearing it on his right cheek. When he straightened up, there was an ugly smirk on his face and green eyes were sparkling naughty under the furrowed brows.
‘Like, come on, Liet. We both know you aren’t able to beat me anyway.’
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‘What, isn’t it like, true?’
Lithuania clenched his teeth and pressed Poland harder to the floor, their faces dangerously close now.
‘Your oh so generous offer to help,’ made so long ago, a lifetime ago, ‘doesn’t mean that you’ve been ever stronger than me and you know it,’ he said with voice too calm for the storm that was going on inside him. ‘And besides,’ he licked his lips, looking at Poland’s blood as if it hypnotized him. ‘And besides you only made everything worse in the end, didn’t you?’
Poland laughed then, tilting his head back and showing Lithuania the pale column of his neck.
‘Oh yeah, I like, totally didn’t help you. Ever. All these battles together, wins-’
‘Fails, your stupid ideas, your carelessness, your faults-’
Suddenly Poland fisted his hand in brown hair and Lithuania almost winced at the sudden pain. Poland’s face was unusually serious in that moment.
‘We were in it together. We were partners-’
‘You were using me!’ screamed Lithuania and as soon as these words left his mouth he felt thousands times lighter. ‘You were just using me like I was your fucking property instead of-’
Green eyes closed again and when they reopened there was such an intense mix of emotions that Lithuania couldn’t make out even one of them. Poland blinked rapidly a few times as if he wanted to clear his vision and then a cruel smirk appeared on his face.
‘Well, maybe you like, let yourself be used.’
In the next instant Lithuania’s fist collided with bloody cheek. Poland’s head jerked to the side, blonde hair falling on his face. He didn’t let go of brown hair, though, and pulled at them painfully, making Lithuania tilt his head back.
‘Feel better now?,’ he asked when the taller nation refused to make a sound. ‘Cuz y’know, it always helps so much when you can put the blame on someone when it’s you that is a total loser.’
‘Stop, Poland.’ Whispered Lithuania then, hands grasping tightly his ex-partner shoulders. ‘Stop it.’
But Poland didn’t seem to hear him or just didn’t care, like always, thought Lithuania furiously, like always.
‘Even when you tried to. Remember how Germany stopped sending you to fight me?’ Poland’s smirk widened and he pushed himself a little up, moving Lithuania’s head closer to his. ‘Do you think I don’t know why? He just knew that you only gave me weapons to my hands, that you couldn’t win against me.’
And Lithuania gasped with outrage, narrowing his eyes and just about to say something- but Poland had not ended yet.
‘Besides, Liet, at least I haven’t sold myself. Tell me, did it feel good to be taken by Russia and Germany by turns willingly?’
‘YOU BASTARD!’ Lithuania jerked Poland down by his shoulders, making his head bang against the floor. Feliks hissed and closed his eyes briefly.
‘IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT AND YET YOU DARE TO-’
Poland laughed, crazy, unpleasant sound, pulled Lithuania’s head down and thrust his tongue inside widely open mouth. Toris growled low in his throat and stopped himself from biting at the offending tongue, deciding to push it back to Poland’s mouth instead, not really surprised by Feliks’ antics.
Soon it was him that was in charge, kissing Poland into submission, slightly surprised that he didn’t even fight that much. Lithuania wondered briefly if Feliks was still in this stupid kind of denial, if he thought that he could distract him like that. But it wasn’t Commonwealth anymore and Toris wouldn’t let that happen.
He moved his mouth to the pale neck and bit hard, feeling the body under him jerk in surprise. Soon the gasp followed when Lithuania moved Feliks’ thighs so that he could lay between them.
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Suddenly Poland was jerking his head up again and glaring at him, green gaze strong and fierce as if wanting to deny his words by this alone.
‘Yeah, Liet, and now you have at least someone to point at and scream that it was all theirs fault,’ he growled and crossed his legs around Lithuania’s waist. It was a shock for Lithuania that they were both so hard and he shuddered involuntarily. Feliks smirked up at him and ground their hips again, opened his mouth and licked the blood off from his lips as if tasting it.
Just then Toris realized that he had Poland’s blood in his mouth too. How could he miss it? They had kissed. How could he miss it?
Hot fingers sneaked underneath his shirt and scrapped the skin on his back in one, smooth, painful movement- he couldn’t hold back a gasp, buried his face in Poland’s neck and shuddered, disgusted by how familiar it felt in that moment-
‘Ah, Lithuania,’ sang Feliks then in a clear voice right into his ear. ‘Lithuania, my country-’
And Toris shuddered again, his whole body almost jerked, when in his ears rang this one sentence. He quickly undid Poland’s belt, hands steady and fast and noticed smugly that the other pair of hands was trembling when taking care of his own trousers.
They were biting each other between their movements, Poland’s sharp nails still abusing these part of his skin he could get to. When they finally disposed of unwanted clothes, Lithuania took a painful hold of slim hips and pressed them to the floor, deciding that if Feliks wouldn’t take it willingly, he’d make him do it.
But if fiery blush spread all the way even to Poland’s neck, his panting, hazed eyes and hard cock were any indication, he would most probably not only take it but like it as well.
So it was a surprise for Lithuania when the blond suddenly sat up, denying him and bringing his head closer for another kiss.
And this time Poland didn’t let Lithuania take control, making him all the more frustrated and crazy. Now the taste of blood was so much stronger - maybe because in his anger Toris bit Feliks’ tongue at some point or maybe just because he was more aware of what was going on. Hot hands were wandering urgently all over his body and finally stopped on his ass, squeezing. Lithuania growled in response and pinched Poland’s nipples with his nails.
Feliks immediately let go of his mouth and arched his back with a loud gasp. To this Lithuania smirked - it was good to know that some things stayed exactly the same.
Poland glared at him, green eyes narrowed dangerously and let himself onto other's lap. He grasped Lithuania’s hands and pressed them against his chest, his hips moving rather uncontrollably and Toris quickly get the message.
Poland’s chest tasted salty from sweat and was hot against his tongue. He purposely took long to move to the nipple, knowing what the other wanted and, what was more important, how to effectively deny him that. When he finally sucked on the pink nub, Feliks was moaning wantonly, hips grinding against his and fingers tangled in brown hair, preventing his head from moving away. When he gave a particularly hard suck along with pinching his other nipple, Poland graced him with a lingering ‘ooooh’.
He moved his gaze up and when he saw Poland’s mouth opened wide and felt his frantically moving up and down chest, the only think he could think of was that he’d love to have these red lips around his cock and fuck Feliks that way for all the things he’d ever said and done.
Lithuania didn’t plan to stop himself from putting this idea into practice.
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Moar soon?
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Awesome stuff! I loved your description of Lithuania's gradual rage. And Poland's remarks were made of OUCH.
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I NEED MORE!
...as much as I love canon, even the healthiest of relationships has moments of extreme RAGE. Seriously, Liet/Pol can't be all rye fields and fluffy bunnies all the time.
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Thank you so much, Anon! I'm loving it so far. Please continue, this is too good! I promise a less brain-dead review next time. XD
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