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He raps three times on the door and holds his breath.
Their communication during the war had been almost non-existent and decidedly unfriendly, and afterwards Russia had ‘looked after’ both of them and kept their contact severed. Their last face-to-face meetings had all been arguments, their phone calls made only out of necessity, their conversations spoken in short, clipped tones. He cringes. Not the most pleasant memories to part on, that’s for sure, and the more he thinks about them, the more nervous he feels…
Maybe he ought to run for it.
But someone inside is yelling, “I’m coming, hang on a sec!” in an all-too-familiar voice and Lithuania is rooted to the spot.
“Like, what do you want…?” Poland begins, throwing the door open, but he trails off when his eyes meet Lithuania’s and he stares, and somehow he manages to wear shock and embarrassment and confusion and a few other expressions on his face simultaneously. It would be almost funny if it wasn’t such a tense situation, and the rapid-fire beating of Lithuania’s heart grows more painful as the silence wears on.
Finally he has to break it himself, and forces a smile onto his face. “Hi, Poland.”
With a trembling hand, Poland reaches out and jabs him sharply in the shoulder, then breathes a sigh of relief before Lithuania can ask about it. “You like, totally freaked me out, Liet. I thought I was seeing a ghost.” He laughs, and it’s a wonderful sound, an amazing sound he hasn’t heard in far too long. “Geez, what are you just standing there for? Come in! You…you didn’t bring anyone else, did you?” he adds, leaning over to peer into the darkness behind Lithuania, worry creasing his forehead for a moment.
“Who would I have brought along?”
“Dunno, some massive lurking dupek or someone could be following you,” mutters Poland, then brightens. “Seriously, come in already.”
He darts out of the way to let Lithuania pass, closing the door behind him with a flourish and beaming. The regained independence looks good on him, Lithuania thinks. In the light of the hallway he can see the color in Poland’s face, the excitement sparkling in his eyes. He moves like he is dancing, quick and lithe, full of energy, like when they were kids playing tag in the rye fields. He wears blue jeans and pigtails and bounces on the soles of his feet and he is grinning so hard Lithuania feels it start to pull at his own mouth too. Just being around his happiness is infectious and it’s been far too long since he’s been able to smile like this.
“So what took you so long?”
And Lithuania laughs.
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