So Totally Lame (LietPolLiet)
anonymous
May 24 2009, 15:02:57 UTC
"Okay, so like, I was totally thinking..."
Lithuania was well-conditioned; before the words had even sunk in fully, that tone had him bracing himself. "Yes?"
"Well like, we grow the rye, then we sell it to the others, and that like, takes all freaking year. Right?"
"Right..."
"So... like, what if we could grow the rye and ship it, like, at the same time? We'd make way more money that way, right?"
Lithuania nodded once. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"So we like, grow the rye on the back of the wagons! It'll save time and money and be totally awesome! What do you say?"
"Poland..."
"Ahahahaha, you're totally stunned by my brilliance, right? I know, I like, couldn't believe how smart I was when I thought of it, either!"
"...Something like that."
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"So you like, think Belarus is warming up to you?"
While Poland seemed skeptical, Lithuania seemed to radiate joy. Or whatever it was that made him stupid enough not to run the other way whenever he saw that woman. "We went on a walk!" he proclaimed, leaning back against the door frame. "She held on to my arm, and oh, Poland, it was so wonderful!"
A perfectly trimmed eyebrow lifted itself up. "...Liet? Is that blood all over your sleeve?"
"What?" Blinking, Lithuania looked to the right side of his shirt, stained a dark red. "Oh... uh, I'm sure it's..."
"It totally is! Ohmigod, Liet, like, what the Hell?!"
"No, no, you have it all wrong! Besides... you're missing the point! I can still feel my heart beating faster!"
"Yeah, because you're like, probably going into shock from blood loss!" Poland shoved back a twinge of jealousy--he was way cuter than her anyway, right? And she was all hung up on Russia, so she wasn't really... it wasn't like anything was gonna happen. And if it did, Liet would be out on his ass. He sighed. "Like, let me go get the bandages again..."
Lithuania's voice was almost sulky behind him, as he rummaged through their medicine cabinet. "You really don't have to, Poland, I'm sure I'll be fine..."
First aid kit in hand, Poland stomped back over and kissed him until he stopped trying to talk.
"Gawd, Liet, yeah right. Now like, hurry up and roll your sleeve up. You're totally lucky I love you so much, you freaking dumbass."
Sobering a bit, Lithuania touched Poland's cheek with his uninjured hand. "I am," he agreed. "Thank you for worrying so much, Poland. I love you, too."
"Tch, whatever! Sleeve. Now."
And they all said he was the stupid one, honestly. Totally lame.
Lithuania was well-conditioned; before the words had even sunk in fully, that tone had him bracing himself. "Yes?"
"Well like, we grow the rye, then we sell it to the others, and that like, takes all freaking year. Right?"
"Right..."
"So... like, what if we could grow the rye and ship it, like, at the same time? We'd make way more money that way, right?"
Lithuania nodded once. He was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"So we like, grow the rye on the back of the wagons! It'll save time and money and be totally awesome! What do you say?"
"Poland..."
"Ahahahaha, you're totally stunned by my brilliance, right? I know, I like, couldn't believe how smart I was when I thought of it, either!"
"...Something like that."
____________________________________________
"So you like, think Belarus is warming up to you?"
While Poland seemed skeptical, Lithuania seemed to radiate joy. Or whatever it was that made him stupid enough not to run the other way whenever he saw that woman. "We went on a walk!" he proclaimed, leaning back against the door frame. "She held on to my arm, and oh, Poland, it was so wonderful!"
A perfectly trimmed eyebrow lifted itself up. "...Liet? Is that blood all over your sleeve?"
"What?" Blinking, Lithuania looked to the right side of his shirt, stained a dark red. "Oh... uh, I'm sure it's..."
"It totally is! Ohmigod, Liet, like, what the Hell?!"
"No, no, you have it all wrong! Besides... you're missing the point! I can still feel my heart beating faster!"
"Yeah, because you're like, probably going into shock from blood loss!" Poland shoved back a twinge of jealousy--he was way cuter than her anyway, right? And she was all hung up on Russia, so she wasn't really... it wasn't like anything was gonna happen. And if it did, Liet would be out on his ass. He sighed. "Like, let me go get the bandages again..."
Lithuania's voice was almost sulky behind him, as he rummaged through their medicine cabinet. "You really don't have to, Poland, I'm sure I'll be fine..."
First aid kit in hand, Poland stomped back over and kissed him until he stopped trying to talk.
"Gawd, Liet, yeah right. Now like, hurry up and roll your sleeve up. You're totally lucky I love you so much, you freaking dumbass."
Sobering a bit, Lithuania touched Poland's cheek with his uninjured hand. "I am," he agreed. "Thank you for worrying so much, Poland. I love you, too."
"Tch, whatever! Sleeve. Now."
And they all said he was the stupid one, honestly. Totally lame.
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yes, reCAPTCHA, I agree~ >3
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I adore you for giving me both sides, but, but, but Poland and his moving rye beds and - and Lithuania and not noticing he's been cut-
I can die happy.
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