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They watched bees setting to work busily upon the flowers outside the window as they ate, Poland every so often breaking the silence to ask about what their plans for the day should be.
"We already walked along the river twice this week, I don't really want to do that again. Maybe we could take a carriage into the countryside and go hiking. I haven't done that in, like, forever. What do you want to do, Liet?"
"I'm not opposed to spending a day inside. Quietly," he added, but without any bite. A smile played on his lips, and Poland laughed and flicked a bit of toast at him, which Lithuania dodged expertly. "You could at least have the courtesy to throw something that I don't mind seeing wasted. That wretched candied apple, for instance. I can't believe you eat that, let alone so early in the morning."
Poland laughed. "I like sweet things."
"Yes, I know." Grinning slightly, Lithuania leaned across the narrow table and pressed a kiss to Poland's lips, freezing there for a long moment before he pulled away. "Sometimes I do, too."
"You're so cheap," Poland complained. "I'm, like, totally still hungry."
"Can't have that," whispered Lithuania, and he wove a hand through Poland's hair, pulling him close for another press of their mouths. After a few moments of chaste contact, Poland was about ready to come across the table at Lithuania, and the only thing that stopped him was the doorbell ringing. They separated abruptly and Lithuania gave a soft, embarrassed cough before settling back into his chair as if he'd been there all along.
The maid didn't come into the breakfast room to announce their visitor; instead Austria showed himself in, his riding coat still on. Poland rolled his eyes at the help's characteristic ineptitude; she'd been getting flightier these days. Lithuania, on the other hand, balked and stood to apologize for the poor reception.
"Austria. We weren't expecting you. Would you like to breakfast with us?"
The tall man waved a hand. "That will not be necessary, thank you."
"Why're you here, if you don't want to visit with us?" Poland, as usual, got straight to the point. They had been close allies for a long enough time that his casualness didn't rub anyone the wrong way, but Lithuania still felt the need to amend that with something more polite.
"What Poland means is, was there something we can help you with?"
Austria cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. "I would like to discuss the, ah, future of the Commonwealth - " he began, and faltered off into silence, uncharacteristically flustered. Poland snorted.
"Chill out and sit down. You make me so totally tense just standing there like that. Right, Liet?"
The brunette nodded absently; something about Austria's demeanor, something he couldn't put his finger on, was bothering him. Their guest continued to glance around the room, eyes not alighting on either Poland or Lithuania, the latter of whom wondered whether Austria was having trouble with their eastern neighbors. Was the strain of serving as the Commonwealth's vanguard becoming too much for him?
Poland gestured for Austria to sit in the chair, as though he could have possibly missed the first bombastic invitation. The taller man shook his head tersely.
"You're taking too long! We're coming in," a voice called suddenly from the foyer. "What the hell's going on in there, anyway?"
"Yes, you said you could be convincing them to come out in ten minutes," added a second. Lithuania recognized this one intimately, and it made the hairs stand up along his neck - the softly-rolled 'r's, almost purred, the manic lilt of the tone. "They are not coming peacefully?"
"Austria," said Poland, confusion flashing in his eyes, "who is that?"
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"What!" Poland squawked, as if unsure whether he should laugh or not. "You've gotta be, like, kidding. Right, Austria?"
He did not reply.
Instinctually, Lithuania shouldered slightly in front of Poland, meeting Austria's cool gaze. "And what future," he said, mouth cotton-dry, "do you see for the Commonwealth?"
"It might be more accurate to say," replied the Austrian, "a lack thereof."
And it was then that Lithuania noticed two people, larger of build than Austria, filling the doorway. One was a stocky man whom Lithuania recognized from the battlefield - Teutonic; short-haired; pale, blunt features. The other - he was large, almost bearlike, an amicable smile on his face. If Lithuania didn't know better, he would have thought Russia was a bumbling fool. But he did know better, and he felt a tingle run up his spine.
"What do you want?" Poland asked, delicate eyebrows knitting together.
"How to say..." pondered Russia. After a moment, his face lit up, and he said almost gleefully, "Your bodies of land."
"Simply turn yourselves over to our hands. It need not be a painful matter."
Russia and the Teuton had moved in to flank Austria, seeming impossibly broad in their shoulders and taller even than Lithuania remembered. He had once held a knife to the Teuton's throat and forced him to surrender, but this was a very different set of circumstances. He was not in control here. He had, in fact, lost all of his bearings. Beside him, Poland bristled.
"You guys can't just come in here and spout all this crap. There are laws, and sovereignty, and - and stuff! This is, like, totally unjustified. 'Turn ourselves over'? Yeah, right! Don't make me laugh." He planted his hands on his hips and stared at the three larger men, daring them to defy him, fearless as always.
The Teuton - what was his name? Lithuania found himself trying to remember - strode forward, a wide smile on his face. "You telling us what to do, little man?" he leered.
Lithuania felt himself go rigid, adrenaline and fear mixing into an immobilizing cocktail in his blood. Poland glared up at the Teuton and opened his mouth to make a retort -
But the Germanic man grabbed Poland's arm and twisted it up into the air; the creaking of bones was audible, just under the sound of a backhanded slap connecting heavily with Poland's cheek. Poland let out a sharp cry and that was when it occurred to Lithuania to move. He dug his nails into the flesh of the Teuton's arm and wrenched as hard a he could, and Poland screamed again but then the larger man let him go - or, more accurately, hurled him aside - before turning on Lithuania.
"Prussia - " Austria started, a warning; the situation was rapidly going beyond what they had discussed, and he was clearly uncomfortable with it.
But Prussia would not be reigned in. He gripped Lithuania by the hair and used the leverage to wrench the brunette's head back before throwing him bodily against the table. Satisfied, Prussia stepped back, rubbing his arm. Lithuania was darkly pleased to see, through pain-blurred vision, that there were little half-moon marks from his fingernails etched vividly into the man's pale skin. Slowly, Lithuania began to gather himself to his feet, and glanced over at Poland, who was sitting up and shaking his head groggily, left hand held gingerly in his lap.
Austria seemed to have regained his composure with Prussia standing down for the moment. Lithuania, too, tried to mediate the situation.
"Please," he said softly, surprisingly polite given the circumstances, "Please leave. We don't want to fight with any of you."
"There will not be a fight," Austria informed him silkily.
"You're mistaken." Lithuania straightened his back as much as he could, the place where his side had struck the edge of the table flaring to life with a dull pain. "You will have to destroy me before you can claim that Lithuania is part of yourself and not the Commonwealth."
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"That's not what we agreed on," Prussia interjected. "Poland's nice and all, but Austria and I want at least a little of Lithuania, too."
"Oh, fine. But just a little. He doesn't look like he wants to go with you, does he?"
"He doesn't need to." There was a menacing smirk on Prussia's face that made Lithuania's skin crawl; the brunette shifted his feet a little wider so that he was certain Poland was hidden completely behind him. Prussia only smiled wider. "We can take what we want right here."
Disgust and terror battled in Lithuania's throat. They're bickering over us, he realized, horrified. Parsing us out, with us right here in the room - as if we were just property!
Austria cleared his throat softly, watching Lithuania in a way that suggested his gaze could bore right through and into Poland, too. "Well: what will it be, Lithuania? Shall we all go our ways peacefully, or are you determined to make this difficult for everyone? If we come to blows, and you lose - which you will - it will not be pleasant for you, or for Poland."
"I..." Out of the corner of his eye, Lithuania glanced down at Poland who sat cradling his wrist, pale cheek marred by angry red. "No," he said softly but firmly. He raised his eyes to Austria's and set his trembling mouth in as hard a line as he could. "I will not step aside, and we will not submit. If there is something you wish to take, take it from my corpse." Lithuania could hardly believe the words coming from his own mouth, in a voice low and not his own. His entire body was trembling; he had never spoken so boldly before, and even on the battlefield he had never been as furious and desperate as he felt now, so determined to fight.
After several impossibly long and chilly moments, Austria inclined his head. "Very well, then."
Prussia stepped forward. He had been smiling the entire time, and was smiling still. And then, faster then Lithuania's eye could follow, he struck out.
The first blow caught the smaller man on the jaw - someone cried out, though whether it was him or Poland, Lithuania wasn't sure - and he reeled a moment before righting himself and swinging back, his aim thrown off by pain and surprise; Prussia easily avoided it and caught Lithuania's arm, twisted, but Russia called, "Don't damage him too much!"
Prussia snorted but released his captive, and Lithuania staggered backward, trying desperately to regain his balance, knowing that even if he did it didn't matter, this struggle had been lost from the beginning - Prussia's knee slammed into Lithuania's ribs, cutting off his train of thought. He doubled over, and this time it was Poland's voice, shrieking "Stop it! Stop it!" and of course Prussia didn't listen; he just grabbed Lithuania's hair and struck him across the face, repeatedly, ignoring Poland who had gotten to his feet and was advancing upon them.
With his good hand, Poland grasped the back of Lithuania's shirt and tried to pull him free while driving his other elbow into Prussia's nose. It worked; the man's eyes teared with pain and his grip slackened long enough for Poland to haul Lithuania free and stumble back, wondering what to do next, wondering if there was a way to escape, wondering where the hell the guards were -
But it was a fraction of a moment too long, because Prussia recovered and with the ferocity of a wounded animal sprang forward and knocked Lithuania aside, in the same motion throwing Poland to the floor. The blonde lay there, staring up at the much larger man and trying not to let fear show in his face. Ominously, Prussia advanced on him; Poland cast a last desperate glance at Austria, who looked away. Years of cooperation - maybe friendship, he'd thought once or twice - were only an inconvenience after all, to be cast away when a better offer presented itself. Poland should have expected that, he thought wryly, closing his eyes against the sight of Prussia looming over him, fist raised.
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Lithuania stood between them, Prussia's fist nestled squarely where it had come down in the crook of the other's neck and shoulder. The Baltic man's body was tense with pain, but he met Prussia's slightly surprised expression with brows knitted in determination. Prussia took a single step back, and Lithuania attempted to shake off the agony throbbing up and down the right side of his body.
Slowly, with the muscles in his arm numbed slightly from Prussia's blow and protesting every movement, Lithuania drew back his fist as the larger man steadied himself, and was about to spring forward when a small hand settled gently on his arm. Shocked, he turned to Poland, who was still unsteady on his feet but making a valiant effort not to let it show. The blonde had pulled himself up against the table, and shook his head, a tiny, hopeless motion, as Lithuania searched his face for any hint of pretense, or even Poland's usual joking, as inappropriate as it would be here. There was nothing. Poland didn't say a word, but the sad, defeated look in his eyes was more than enough. Stop, it said. It's okay. You've done enough.
"What are your terms?" asked Poland, drawing himself up as much as he could. Lithuania couldn't stop staring at him in disbelief, couldn't hide his horror. His eyes asked their own question: Why?
Poland stepped forward until he was shoulder-to-shoulder with Lithuania, but still leaning on him a little for support. He had always been frail, Lithuania remembered, not weak in any sense, but his body was fragile, easy to break compared to sturdy Lithuania and their larger, thicker-framed aggressors. If he took another blow...
"I'm okay," he whispered, giving Lithuania's arm a gentle squeeze of reassurance. "It's okay."
Austria was observing them coolly from behind his glasses; Prussia, next to him, had staunched the bleeding from his nose and was wiping it clean with a napkin from the table that Poland recognized as being one of a set of hand-embroidered presents of congratulations from Lithuania's little brother Latvia, presented to them upon their union as the Commonwealth of Both Nations. Apparently, the boy had spent months on designing at stitching the pattern; he had been so proud to present it to them. Lithuania, Poland remembered with a pang of mixed fondness and agony, had cried. And Prussia knew the linen's significance, too; he had been invited to the celebration ceremony. Poland gritted his teeth. Next to him, Lithuania was tense under his fingers. Had he been standing outside himself, watching this scene, Poland might have wondered why it was so much easier to focus on this smallest of insults, what could be so important about a sentimental piece of fabric. But, all too trapped in his own skin, he could barely tear his eyes from the stark red sign of Prussia's contempt.
Finally, he looked up, letting his fingers run soothingly down Lithuania's arm, a secret signal of comfort between them, hidden from the others. He tried to draw strength from the solid warmth of his partner beside him, before shakily drawing a breath.
"Austria," Poland repeated. "What're your terms?"
"I am not offering terms," the man replied softly. "You are no longer recognized as nations. You have no rights to ask for terms."
"Then how about a deal?" The blonde's head was bowed slightly, but he met Austria's eyes.
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Thank you! :)
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plz continuous.
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Anon will try her best to keep it up!
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Anon thought nobody would like/liked this, but now she is so happy! (Except for the whole part about Liet and Poland getting raped. That kind of sucks. And can only be hedged around for so long before the prompt starts to get distorted and the OP unhappy. >.>)
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F5-ing like crazy!
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Anon was afraid she was making it too plot-heavy and slow. And especially worried about OP!anon's satisfaction. But if you are enjoying yourself, then it's aaaaall gooooood! <3
(And I promise, there really is sex coming soon. At least within the next two parts. Maybe sooner? I'm not avoiding it, I swear! D:)
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I like smut that way ^^ Building the tension before actual stuff is awesome <3
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Poland smiled. "You know what my people are like. You can conquer the land, but you'll have to kill every man on it in order to truly make it your own. I can offer you compliance, and a future without rebellion. That's worth a hell of a lot more than, like, a little extra land filled with a bunch of people even angrier and scarier than mine."
"To be frank, I didn't find you Poles all that frightening when I invaded."
"That might have been because you had your bulldog here do the dirty work for you," Poland suggested, jerking his chin at Prussia.
In three steps, Austria had closed the distance between them, drawn off his glove, and snapped it across Poland's face with a resounding crack that echoed throughout the little breakfast room. Lithuania would have lunged at the man and begun their conflict all over again but Poland stayed him, the same dull, sad look in his eyes. Lithuania did not understand, but, grudgingly, he obliged.
"I will teach you some respect," hissed Austria, raising the glove a second time, but large, square fingers closed around his wrist. Everyone in the room stared at Russia, who was smiling just as amiably as ever.
"Now, now. No need to be so violent, da? There are other ways of training dogs."
Austria snatched his hand free and sniffed, adjusting his glasses with an air of great affront. "Do as you please with your property, Russia, but I will do the same. Your claim is not to the Pole; he is mine and Prussia's alone."
"But I," Prussia growled, "have a claim on yours."
"Not such a very large claim," Russia amended softly. The other backed down, but still bristled and gave Lithuania a look to make his hair stand on end. Even in Russia's eyes - always seeking to expand, seemingly host to a never-ending emptiness that swallowed everything within its sight - Lithuania had never seen such an expression of pure hunger, vulgar and shameless and barely restrained. Try as he might to adopt Poland's cool, almost uncaring attitude, Lithuania could not accept that he was to simply lie still and let himself be fodder for that appetite. He could not understand how it was the best thing, how it was right, to simply give in. He had extended terms on the battlefield before, but never asked for them; it was something that made him feel wrong, backward, turned inside-out. And yet, for Poland's sake, that unfaltering leadership which had never betrayed Lithuania before, he could not question it.
"Here are our 'terms', such as they are, then," began Austria, addressing Poland. "You and Lithuania will give us unconditional surrender, and in exchange we shall spare your lives. Your statehood, however, is nullified, and thus so are your rights. And we will take whatever we like along with your physical territory."
Lithuania shook his head. "That's beyond ridicul - "
"It is more than you would normally receive. Consider it a courtesy granted to a former ally."
"We accept," Poland said, his voice barely audible, before Lithuania could protest. He dropped his hand from the brunette's arm entirely, their knuckles brushing feather-light before Poland stepped away and walked, stiffly, to stand in front of Austria.
He did not look back at Lithuania.
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