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Okay, let's make history and be more epic than these people, shall we?
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He followed the muffled melody and the enticing scent to the kitchen, where he paused in the doorway: Lithuania was at the counter, singing merrily to himself as he washed a large yellow bowl. Poland stood and listened for a moment, recognizing the tune instantly: it was his own national anthem.
"Marsz, marsz, Dąbrowski," Lithuania sang, oblivious, his hips swaying slightly from side to side in rhythm with the lively mazurka.
It had been a hundred years at least since Poland heard a word of Polish pass Lithuania's lips, and he felt his heart swell at the sound. It had never brought up good feelings between them, but in this moment, there was something so completely innocent and happy about it that Poland could only think of the days before they had learned of suffering and bitterness. Somehow, he felt that they had arrived somewhere without realizing it.
"Liet," he whispered, crossing the room and circling his arms around his friend's waist.
Lithuania turned in his embrace, smiling just the way Poland had imagined he would be, still singing softly: "Na to wszystkich jedne głosy, dosyć tej niewoli."
All exclaim as one: enough of this bondage!
"Mamy racławickie kosy, Kościuszkę Bóg pozwoli," Poland finished; Lithuania, as though expecting it, fell into the harmony. They were silent for a long moment.
"Good morning," Lithuania said. "Happy Independence Day."
Poland nodded, mute for once. In the quiet, he noticed another sound mixed in with the rainfall outside: a soft, burbling sound that he couldn't quite make out.
"Liet," he said, "do you hear that?"
"Yes," Lithuania replied, the same smile playing on his lips. He took Poland's hands and drew him to the wide window that looked out on the street. "I've been hearing it all morning. You're really quite patriotic," he laughed softly.
"Is that...like...?"
Lithuania threw open the window, and the sound immediately grew louder, buoyed up on the still morning air outside. It was a combination of cheering and raucous singing of the same song, Poland's song, an endless refrain.
"1991," Poland said decisively, breathing in the fresh scent of rain mixed with Lithuania's baking as if taking a prophecy from the wind, "is going to be a very good year."
"Every year will be," Lithuania replied, and kissed him deeply. For once, Poland felt free to think of nothing else as he let himself be pulled closer; there was only the warm press of their bodies, and the cool air at his back, and the upwardly drifting chorus of voices who had at last broken their silence.
Yes, somehow, he had come a very long way.
Anon tried. ;__;
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(It's really quite beautiful. Although the part cited in the fic isn't in it, because it's from an older version.)
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I. That. Thank you so much, author!anon. ;______;
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You're very welcome. Poland is always love! But I'm sorry it wasn't longer or more interesting, orz. (This writer!anon doesn't really know how to do fluff, either. D:)
But author!anon still <3's OP!anon for requesting it. Because...Poland. ;____;
PS!author anon thinks it occurred to her who you are just now, but aren't there like waaaay too many Polish fans in the fandom to know? XD (Obvious OP!anon is not as obvious as he/she thinks...?)
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op!anon is probably the most obvious anon ever, lol. :'D <- and this basically gave me away. :'D
... doesn't help that she almost posted un-anon. a+, self, seriously.
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BUT YOU DO COME VERY CLOSE. THAT'S OKAY THOUGH, BECAUSE YOU INSPIRED THIS WONDEROUS FIC.
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Deepest respect, writer!anon. You did an outstanding job.
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