be there for you
anonymous
June 24 2009, 13:42:18 UTC
With a pout, Poland shook his umbrella open as he exited the store; really, of all the days for his supplies to run low, it had to be when the grey skies finally decided to break, bringing forth a ceaseless downpour. It also had to be the day Lithuania was on a date with Belarus, having somehow convinced her after months of asking (or wooing or... something).
“Like, I don’t get it,” he muttered to himself, walking past a group of girls who were huddled under a bus stop, “Of all the girls he could, like, go for...”
He crossed a couple of roads, wending his way back home, until the crowds and buildings dwindled and the fields stretched out before him. The sound of the rain falling against the umbrella seemed to magnify - or perhaps he only really noticed it now - while occasional stray drops managed to splatter against the raincoat he wore.
It wasn’t like the rain itself was a bad thing, although the smell of wet ponies wasn’t the most joyful of experiences; without it, none of the crops would be able to grow, and it was a necessary force of nature. No, rather, it was a little lonely, Poland decided, just sitting at home and waiting for his friend to come over. Animal companionship was great and all, but still.
A figure in front caught Poland’s attention; recognising who it was at an instant he hurried over, calling out at the same time, “Liet!”
As suspected, the person turned at the sound of the nickname, and Lithuania stopped walking, a little confused. “Poland? What are you doing out here?”
“I should be, like, asking you that.” Finally reaching his friend, he scowled, unable to place his hands on his hips without dropping either the umbrella or his bag of supplies. “Where’s your umbrella? And weren’t you, like, with Belarus? It hasn’t even been half an hour since, like, the appointed time.”
“Ah...” Lithuania laughed as he ran a hand through rain-drenched hair, “Well, the date was seven minutes long this time.” He failed to notice Poland’s raised eyebrows at the claim, and continued on regardless, “But she didn’t have an umbrella with her, so I offered mine. I’m alright.”
This received the barest hint of a frown; “Are you, like, sure? That doesn’t seem right at all. I mean, it’s been raining since, like, last night, hasn’t it?” A quick glance down at the brunette’s hands confirmed that they hadn’t been mangled this time around, and he gave a sigh of relief, “Like, come on, Liet. You’re, like, completely drenched already.”
“Here, I’ll take that,” with a smile, Lithuania reached over and relieved Poland of the bag before they continued on their way. Neither spoke for a while, focused instead on the scenery around them (the puddles of water gathered on the road they walked upon, the way the grass swayed, just a little, when a breeze passed by).
Lithuania turned to the sky, and he was still smiling, mind clearly on his incredibly short date (with a crazy woman, Poland thought, but knew better than to complain - Liet would see common sense one day. He hoped), before speaking up; “You know, back when I was working with America, he really hated days like these. He would spend the whole time wandering around the house, trying to distract himself.”
“Really? Isn’t that, like, totally weird?” Weren’t there better things to do than just wander about the house? Poland frowned, uncomprehending.
“Is it? Ah, he also kept repeating this one phrase over and over again, like it would do something,” Lithuania tapped his chin with his free hand, “What was it again…? Ah,” he snapped his fingers, “it was rain before seven, fine before eleven.”
Poland repeated the phrase, a little sceptically, “And America, like, totally thought it would do something? Did it even work?”
“Eight times out of ten it didn’t change a thing,” the brunette chuckled, clearly amused, “but it’s not a bad saying, is it?”
Considering his words for a moment, the blond finally shrugged, grin in place at a sudden thought; “I could, like, think of some better, you know,” Poland shot back, “It’s not like we have anything else to do at the moment. So, like, come on.”
He skipped a couple of steps ahead of his friend, catching the brunette by surprise as they hurried on their way, the rain showing no signs of ceasing.
I don't read much Pol/Liet here but his... ;A; This is so sweet and endearing! I love love love Poland's thoughts in this! Ah, so much like America to mutter it like a spell. Reminds me of "rain rain go away, come again another day". XD
I enjoyed reading this. ^^ Thanks for filling this up!
Re: be there for you
anonymous
July 6 2009, 04:46:50 UTC
This was like, totally adorable ♥ Like, I really don't know how else to describe it, just like, the cutest thing EVER ♥ &&it totally made my day better ♥
“Like, I don’t get it,” he muttered to himself, walking past a group of girls who were huddled under a bus stop, “Of all the girls he could, like, go for...”
He crossed a couple of roads, wending his way back home, until the crowds and buildings dwindled and the fields stretched out before him. The sound of the rain falling against the umbrella seemed to magnify - or perhaps he only really noticed it now - while occasional stray drops managed to splatter against the raincoat he wore.
It wasn’t like the rain itself was a bad thing, although the smell of wet ponies wasn’t the most joyful of experiences; without it, none of the crops would be able to grow, and it was a necessary force of nature. No, rather, it was a little lonely, Poland decided, just sitting at home and waiting for his friend to come over. Animal companionship was great and all, but still.
A figure in front caught Poland’s attention; recognising who it was at an instant he hurried over, calling out at the same time, “Liet!”
As suspected, the person turned at the sound of the nickname, and Lithuania stopped walking, a little confused. “Poland? What are you doing out here?”
“I should be, like, asking you that.” Finally reaching his friend, he scowled, unable to place his hands on his hips without dropping either the umbrella or his bag of supplies. “Where’s your umbrella? And weren’t you, like, with Belarus? It hasn’t even been half an hour since, like, the appointed time.”
“Ah...” Lithuania laughed as he ran a hand through rain-drenched hair, “Well, the date was seven minutes long this time.” He failed to notice Poland’s raised eyebrows at the claim, and continued on regardless, “But she didn’t have an umbrella with her, so I offered mine. I’m alright.”
This received the barest hint of a frown; “Are you, like, sure? That doesn’t seem right at all. I mean, it’s been raining since, like, last night, hasn’t it?” A quick glance down at the brunette’s hands confirmed that they hadn’t been mangled this time around, and he gave a sigh of relief, “Like, come on, Liet. You’re, like, completely drenched already.”
“Here, I’ll take that,” with a smile, Lithuania reached over and relieved Poland of the bag before they continued on their way. Neither spoke for a while, focused instead on the scenery around them (the puddles of water gathered on the road they walked upon, the way the grass swayed, just a little, when a breeze passed by).
Lithuania turned to the sky, and he was still smiling, mind clearly on his incredibly short date (with a crazy woman, Poland thought, but knew better than to complain - Liet would see common sense one day. He hoped), before speaking up; “You know, back when I was working with America, he really hated days like these. He would spend the whole time wandering around the house, trying to distract himself.”
“Really? Isn’t that, like, totally weird?” Weren’t there better things to do than just wander about the house? Poland frowned, uncomprehending.
“Is it? Ah, he also kept repeating this one phrase over and over again, like it would do something,” Lithuania tapped his chin with his free hand, “What was it again…? Ah,” he snapped his fingers, “it was rain before seven, fine before eleven.”
Poland repeated the phrase, a little sceptically, “And America, like, totally thought it would do something? Did it even work?”
“Eight times out of ten it didn’t change a thing,” the brunette chuckled, clearly amused, “but it’s not a bad saying, is it?”
Considering his words for a moment, the blond finally shrugged, grin in place at a sudden thought; “I could, like, think of some better, you know,” Poland shot back, “It’s not like we have anything else to do at the moment. So, like, come on.”
He skipped a couple of steps ahead of his friend, catching the brunette by surprise as they hurried on their way, the rain showing no signs of ceasing.
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I enjoyed reading this. ^^ Thanks for filling this up!
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&&it totally made my day better ♥
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