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“Well, like, obviously. Whatever doesn’t kill me only makes me more fabulous, right?” He tries to laugh but his own joke makes him uncomfortable, and he fishes for a new subject again, one that brings a real smile to his face. “What about you? You’re independent now, right? Congrats! I’m totally happy for you.”
And it’s so apparent that he is that Lithuania can’t remember ever being angry with him for any reason.
“Yeah. I am. Thanks.”
“I was starting to worry that I’d have to beg Russia to let me see you. Like I want any favors from that guy.” He rolls his eyes. “Please tell me he like, fell in a ditch somewhere or drowned in a puddle of vodka. I thought by the time we met again he’d have changed us so much that we would barely recognize each other.”
As he speaks the words, though, Lithuania wonders if maybe it has already happened.
“No, Russia is…” he pauses, trying to sum up the past several years in the least offensive way possible. “The same.” Crazy, but that is a topic he does not want to linger on, let alone bring up in the still-sensitive atmosphere of Poland’s home. He pushes it aside. “A lot has changed, though,” he says gently. “We’re both different now.”
Poland chews on his bottom lip. “Yeah. I’ve had a long time to think about that.”
The haunted look is in his eyes again and Lithuania hurriedly casts about for something else to say. He can understand only too well why the topic of change bothers Poland and he wants to kick himself for bringing it up. At least with his brothers he has been able to face what had happened, has had someone to talk to, to sympathize with, someone who understands. As far as he can tell Poland has been alone all this time, with no one but Russia looking over his shoulder to be sure he didn’t bring up the war, and he hasn’t gotten over it, maybe hasn’t accepted it at all.
“I…I went through Warsaw, it looks really great,” he says lamely.
“We rebuilt most of it. It’s hard to think about. I…” And Poland hesitates, swallows. His fingers curl into the pillow. “I can still see it burning. At night sometimes. I can still smell the smoke.”
Shit. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
“No, it’s totally okay.” It’s obvious that it isn’t, he’s still staring into empty space. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t think you ever have. You were totally right about Vilnius, about everything. But I was pissed at you anyway. I really thought that if we had gotten back together that we could have stopped it. I know that’s like, delusional or whatever, but I did. A few times I really hated you, I like, just went kind of crazy and called for you and was so, so mad when you didn’t answer.” He laughs; it’s a miserable laugh. “And I thought about you with Russia and wondered what he could do for you that I couldn’t.”
Lithuania is mortified and can’t even find a word to defend himself. He pictures Poland helplessly watching his capital burn, Poland crying for him to help and not being able to hear it, and why wasn’t he there to help? and his hands clench into fists. He opens his mouth without knowing what he is going to say, but Poland continues.
“But like, I didn’t want to be like him either.”
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