If You Were Gone (3/?)
anonymous
June 29 2009, 00:17:00 UTC
I really want to say thanks to all the comments! I'm glad you all are enjoying this and I hope you'll like the rest of the story too. :D ----
Quickly, he was kissing Poland again, trying to coax him into kissing back with being gentle and pleading. It would make things easier. Go slow at first, ease him into it. Poland did kiss back, though it was obvious in his kiss he thought there were better things to be doing. Apparently going out and shopping with Italy was something better than kissing him, thought Lithuania.
How many things had changed when he had been gone, trying to make it through each day without going crazy and becoming broken under Russia‘s cruel hands? What had changed Poland that he actually thought anything was better than kissing him?
With something that sounded a lot like a growl, Lithuania scowled and pulled away from the kiss.
“So, are we like, done? ‘Cause like seriously, Liet. Things to do. Things to buy.”
“You’re not leaving!” His patience with Poland was usually greater than this, but Poland still wanted to leave. Kept mentioning it and didn’t seem to be listening to sense. “How many times do I have to say it?!” Their faces were close and Poland flinched when he yelled that second time.
“L-Liet…”
“You always want to do whatever you want and never think about me! You’re never leaving me!” He was shouting and Poland looked terrified. Lithuania had never really yelled at him like this before. Not this severely at the least. His voice could probably be heard all throughout the house. “I care too much for you to leave me!”
His hand trailed down to Poland’s tight fitting jeans and began to unzip them. That was when Poland begun to get more nervous and started squirming, trying to move Lithuania’s hands away. But Lithuania was fast and took his hands, holding the wrists in one hand. Poland had always had tiny wrists, always having a weird kind of pride over them. Cute, he had called them. If they had been a little bigger, this wouldn’t have worked.
Lithuania’s other hand was free and he used it to tug down Poland’s pants. Poland began to struggle, trying to pull away from Lithuania, but Lithuania was a heavier than he was and Poland couldn’t get away.
“Stop! Liet, like, listen to me! I’m not going to leave you! If you don’t want me to like, go shopping then I won’t! Okay? I’m totally sorry!”
That made Lithuania freeze for a moment and when he looked down to Poland, he was definitely scared. Definitely afraid of what Lithuania might do to him. But there was still that unwavering faith in his eyes and he really didn’t get it.
“It’s more than just shopping.” One last pull and Poland’s pants were off. He began to unbutton the blouse his partner was wearing and kissed his chest. “You’ll leave me one day. For good. You'll never come back.”
“I wouldn’t…” Poland’s voice sounded just like it did when he had first met him, hiding and barely able to talk. So painfully shy. It wasn’t shyness in his voice this time, though. He was frightened. “I totally wouldn’t leave you, Liet! Like, why would I?” He cried out when Liet bit his nipple too hard. “So you don’t have to be all rough with me, okay? I’m not going to leave you! I don’t want to!”
I feel all honored and stuff :D Sorry my updates aren't faster. I've been having bad writer's block and I'm trying to make sure this doesn't suck by kind of taking my time and not forcing it to come to me. D:
If You Were Gone (4/?)
anonymous
June 30 2009, 13:50:54 UTC
Poland was desperate and Lithuania could hear it in his torn voice. It didn’t do much good, though.
“No, you do whatever you want.” Poland was completely naked under him now. “You’d leave me. I know you would.”
“I wouldn’t! I--”
“You would!” Lithuania screamed, feeling what seemed like tears at the back of his eyes burning. “You will leave me! I have to make you stay! I have to make you belong to me! You have to be with me! You were what made me look forward to each day because each day was a day closer to independence and you! Back to those days I was happy! And free! You have to be with me and stay with me!”
Somehow, Poland found the strength to get his hands free and he put his hands on Lithuania’s cheeks and smiled, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Pure panic was in them now and a little bit of hope was put away in there too. “Liet, like, listen. I-I get you don’t want me to leave and I totally understand you need me because I totally need you too. But you’re acting like Russia!”
At those words, Lithuania’s face went cold.
“I’m not Russia.”
“You’re not him, but you’re totally acting like him and--”
“I’m not Russia!”
Slap!
It happened before either of them could blink. Poland’s hands were away from his face, head turned away from the force of the hit. Lithuania had slapped him and that was something he had never done. At least, not without reason.
If they don’t listen, it is good to show them their place. They are dog and you are master. They obey you and you love them in return, da?
“I’m not Russia,” he repeated and when Poland looked back at him, the side of his face was red and it was already swelling. It didn’t look right, but Poland had been asking for it. He had needed some kind of punishment. “I love you.” He smiled and put his hand on the hand print marring Poland’s face. “So I’m not Russia. I‘m not Russia because I love you and I‘m doing this because I love you. He didn‘t love me.”
“You might as well be Russia if you’re going to like, hurt me like this! God, Liet! What the hell did he do to you?” Poland was beginning to cry now and Lithuania could remember his own tears the first time Russia had hurt him like this. It would have been nice if Poland had understood what he was doing, but he would learn and soon enough, the cries would stop. Just like his had. “Liet wouldn’t have done this! Liet totally loves me and you don’t!”
“I do!” He was pleading. “Why don’t you get it?!”
“Why don’t you get it?!” Poland shrieked. Poland was screaming now, completely horrified and now acting out of his fear. He was barely fighting back now, his body frozen. The cries grew harder and Lithuania was praying Poland would realize soon why this needed to happen because his cries were hurting him. “I love you! I’m not like, going to leave you! And like, if you loved me, you wouldn’t hurt me! You don’t hurt people you love!”
Poland never understood anything. ---- Thanks again, everybody! Admittedly, I usually don't write things like this, so sorry if this doesn't seem right.
If You Were Gone (5/?)
anonymous
June 30 2009, 14:15:25 UTC
“You’ll get it soon,” Lithuania promised as he began undressing himself. Poland hadn’t gone through the same things he had. It would be impossible for someone like him to truly understand just how this was an act of love. Him just trying to show him he couldn’t leave because he needed him. Afterwards, he would get it and he wouldn’t leave.
Poland, though, had never been one to just lay down and surrender. That wasn’t his personality and even now, it still wasn’t.
As Lithuania had taken his shirt off, Poland had taken that moment to attack. He grabbed him by his shoulders and began to attempt to push him back, off of him. The shirt was hanging around Lithuania’s neck, forgotten, as Lithuania used the advantage of his greater strength against the other nation. Poland wouldn’t be able to win against him, but he was still fighting. His hands were slipping free from Lithuania’s grasp and flying everywhere. At Lithuania’s hair, his face, his neck; anywhere that he could reach. Lithuania always seemed to be one step ahead. His mind was clear as Poland’s was frantic with fear.
Lithuania was once again able to take both of his wrists in his hand and Poland looked up to him with wide eyes as Lithuania glared down at him.
“Fighting back never gets you anywhere. I don’t want to punish you this bad, but I don’t have any other choice now. I’m…I’m sorry you forced me and yourself into this position.” He was sorry, too. It reminded him of his own punishments. His punishments would not be as painful as Russia’s had been. Poland needed to be broken some, but not completely because Lithuania didn’t want his memories of a fiery Poland to never become real again. He loved Poland as he was, even though he was slow and never knew anything and wanted to leave him.
Lithuania put his hand on Poland’s neck and blocked his airway. As Lithuania had guessed, his eyes began to bulge as he suffocated, flailing around. He wouldn’t die, but at the moment, he didn‘t think about fighting back as his hands flung to Lithuania‘s, trying to pull them away.
Moving around to get situated right, Lithuania brought his knee down to Poland’s stomach, knocking the air out. No sound came out, other than Poland’s wheezes. Lithuania took his hand away and Poland took in a deep breath and then one out. As he breathed, Lithuania punched him in the nose. He made sure to use enough force that he would bleed, but still not break his nose. A broken nose was not the worst injury, it could heal, but Lithuania had always hated his own broken noses.
Hits went all over Poland’s face until there were enough bruises and swelling that it didn’t even look like the Poland he was used to. The bruises and swelling would leave one day, though, so it was fine.
“This is nothing.” Lithuania moved down to kiss Poland’s cheek, who winced at the contact. “Russia used to use knives on me when I didn’t do what he wanted."
If You Were Gone (6/7)
anonymous
June 30 2009, 16:57:10 UTC
Poland said nothing. Most likely, he wasn’t able to or he just didn’t want to. Though his lips didn’t move, his eyes spoke for them and Lithuania could see one word being repeated.
Why?
Lithuania looks away and finishes undressing. There's no more fighting.
My theory is, Lithuania, if you were close to person before and hurt it, punishment and care mean more to person. I wouldn’t know. Nobody is close to me.
It looked like Russia’s theory was right. Lithuania had fought back against Russia for months and months until he learned it was better to just let it be done and over quickly. Poland it had only taken a few hits. This had done more than just physically hurt him. He would have to explain to Poland later how all of this really was out of love. There were so many ways to show your love.
He decided to flip Poland onto his stomach, entry that way would be much easier. This time, Poland did start to move around. Tried to make it hard for Lithuania to enter him, but Lithuania gripped onto his hips tightly and Poland only whimpered something that sounded like “Stop. Please. I love you…”
“I love you, Poland,” he murmured as he started to go inside him. It was tight and now Poland was screaming. There had been no preperation and Lithuania wasn’t thinking about trying to be gentle. It was hard when Poland wasn’t relaxing and he had to grit his teeth and put some force into his push.
“If you’ll relax, this can get done.”
“No…!” That word made Lithuania go harder and finally have himself completely inside Poland, who was beginning to cry and sob.
The thrusts weren’t fast at first, Poland was just too tight and it made it hard to move. It wasn’t until he felt Poland start to bleed that he picked up an actual rhythm while Poland begged with mumbles and swollen lips.
Lithuania smiled and took a hand to gently caress it along his back.
“Did you know…” He pulled out. “That when Russia did this, I tried to imagine it was you?” He thrusted back with one movement and Poland screamed. “It didn’t work well because you wouldn’t be able to do something like this. Russia also had a habit of giggling while he tried to show me his love. It was scary. Sex with you had never been scary.
“But.” Another thrust and another scream. Being inside Poland felt good, but that wasn’t really the first thought on his mind. “Every time he hurt me, I thought of you. How you made me…laugh.” And another thrust and Poland’s sob hurt his ears. “Smile. You made me happy even though you could be really selfish. You still…still had times where you were nice and thought about me. You made me so happy, Poland.”
His mind drifted to the times when he and Poland had been younger, when they had always found the time to go out to the rye fields to have some fun. He had dreamt of the sun-warmed fields while he had been in Russia’s frozen lands. Had thought about Poland’s smiling face, calling him ‘Liet’ and telling him how they were best friends.
“I only came once when Russia did this to me. It was the only time where thinking about you worked. I guess I lied before. It did work once.” He stopped moving and let Poland’s haggard breaths ring in his ears. Bending over, he pressed a kiss to the back of Poland’s neck. “It was then I realized I loved you. We had always said we loved each other, we even had sex. But I think we were just friends then. Absence makes the heart grow fonder was what Mr. America told me once.”
He began moving again and Poland only pleads. “I talked about you a lot to him. To Mr. America, I mean. How much you meant to me and about our memories. He felt really bad for me and promised that one day, I’d be with you again. He was right, I’m with you now.” His movements became faster. “But you want to leave me and that can’t happen!” Faster. More sobs. “I love you!” It looks like Poland has torn the pillow he’s been holding onto. “You’re the reason why I’m still standing! I love you! I love you! I love you!” He repeats the endearment as he pushes inside and blood is trickling down onto their blankets. Blood is easy enough to get out of things and so he doesn’t worry about that. Instead he only thinks about making sure Poland understands what he’s saying with each push, each ‘I love you’, and each ‘don’t leave me’.
If You Were Gone (7/7)
anonymous
June 30 2009, 17:05:44 UTC
When he comes, he makes no sound and he can’t even hear Poland crying. His mind goes silent and when noise finally comes back to him, he can still hear Poland’s cries, but he can only really think about how he has done what he had to. Now Poland won’t leave him.
He pulls out and he’s covered with Poland’s blood. It’s a disgusting feeling and since he’s already decided not to worry about the stains in their blankets, he wipes himself and Poland off.
Pulling Poland back around to hold him, to smile and tell him the hard part is over, Lithuania sees Poland looking the worst he ever has. Worse than he’s looked even after wars and battles. His eyes are so swollen and red from his sobbing and his entire face is red. The bruises had developed more and the puffiness in his face was bizarre looking.
Poland doesn’t let him hold him at first, trying to push him away, but Lithuania pays that no mind and really, Poland can’t do much to fight against it. So he holds him to his chest and kisses his head. Poland is stiff and isn’t holding him back.
“I know. It hurts. I’ve been there. But it’s okay. You’ll be okay. I love you and that’s all you need. Just like how your love is all I need. We don’t need anything else. We can just be here together, just the two of us. It’ll…it’ll be perfect. We’re like one.”
The beautiful moment is ruined when Poland’s cell phone rings. It’s some tacky sounding song and Lithuania reaches over to Poland’s purse that’s near the bed to get it.
“Hello?” He doesn’t bother to see who’s calling.
“Hey, Lithuania! It’s me! Italy?”
“…Oh. Why are you calling?”
“Um, well, Poland was supposed to be here a while ago and I’m still waiting, you see. So I was kind of worried something went wrong. Is he there? Is he okay?”
“Poland got sick, Italy. He won’t be going out with you any time soon.” He lays back down and idly runs his hair through Poland’s hair.
“Ve! Sick? No! Will he be okay?”
“After some rest. But I don’t think Poland will ever be hanging around you again.”
“W-why?”
Lithuania smiles. “It doesn't matter.”
He hangs up as Italy asks him what he means and holds Poland again, affectionately stroking his swollen cheeks as he tells him how much he loves him.
---- That's it. I usually don't write things like this (I'm more of a fluffy romance, humor, and friendship fic kind of person), so I'm sorry if I didn't do this very well. I hope some of you enjoyed it, though!
oh my god author anon!!! That was so heartbreaking!! It was even better than I imagined it would be, and hearing Liet's way of thinking about things (oh, the blood's not bad, it'll wash off) was really chilling and just... gah. I am one very happy OP. Thank you!~ *showers you with rainbows and internets*
Re: If You Were Gone (7/7)
anonymous
July 7 2009, 06:06:57 UTC
I was about to go to bed when I saw this and thought, "...Ok. One more."
And god, it was so...bone-chilling and mind-numbing, I don't even know. Just completely insane. And? I loved it. Now what does that say about me? Haha But really that was like. Gah. I can hardly form words. Amazing...in a creepy kind of way ^^;
Re: If You Were Gone (7/7)
anonymous
June 4 2010, 23:36:18 UTC
omgg!! the 10000. comment is from me for you for your amazing work here!!
really!! it was absolutely...whoa. like, ..I don't even know where to start!! when Liet started to become abusive it gave me them chills. awesome, amazing, fantastic job author-san, I...just thank you for this great fill!!
also, I think I peed myself a little. from the shock.
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Quickly, he was kissing Poland again, trying to coax him into kissing back with being gentle and pleading. It would make things easier. Go slow at first, ease him into it. Poland did kiss back, though it was obvious in his kiss he thought there were better things to be doing. Apparently going out and shopping with Italy was something better than kissing him, thought Lithuania.
How many things had changed when he had been gone, trying to make it through each day without going crazy and becoming broken under Russia‘s cruel hands? What had changed Poland that he actually thought anything was better than kissing him?
With something that sounded a lot like a growl, Lithuania scowled and pulled away from the kiss.
“So, are we like, done? ‘Cause like seriously, Liet. Things to do. Things to buy.”
“You’re not leaving!” His patience with Poland was usually greater than this, but Poland still wanted to leave. Kept mentioning it and didn’t seem to be listening to sense. “How many times do I have to say it?!” Their faces were close and Poland flinched when he yelled that second time.
“L-Liet…”
“You always want to do whatever you want and never think about me! You’re never leaving me!” He was shouting and Poland looked terrified. Lithuania had never really yelled at him like this before. Not this severely at the least. His voice could probably be heard all throughout the house. “I care too much for you to leave me!”
His hand trailed down to Poland’s tight fitting jeans and began to unzip them. That was when Poland begun to get more nervous and started squirming, trying to move Lithuania’s hands away. But Lithuania was fast and took his hands, holding the wrists in one hand. Poland had always had tiny wrists, always having a weird kind of pride over them. Cute, he had called them. If they had been a little bigger, this wouldn’t have worked.
Lithuania’s other hand was free and he used it to tug down Poland’s pants. Poland began to struggle, trying to pull away from Lithuania, but Lithuania was a heavier than he was and Poland couldn’t get away.
“Stop! Liet, like, listen to me! I’m not going to leave you! If you don’t want me to like, go shopping then I won’t! Okay? I’m totally sorry!”
That made Lithuania freeze for a moment and when he looked down to Poland, he was definitely scared. Definitely afraid of what Lithuania might do to him. But there was still that unwavering faith in his eyes and he really didn’t get it.
“It’s more than just shopping.” One last pull and Poland’s pants were off. He began to unbutton the blouse his partner was wearing and kissed his chest. “You’ll leave me one day. For good. You'll never come back.”
“I wouldn’t…” Poland’s voice sounded just like it did when he had first met him, hiding and barely able to talk. So painfully shy. It wasn’t shyness in his voice this time, though. He was frightened. “I totally wouldn’t leave you, Liet! Like, why would I?” He cried out when Liet bit his nipple too hard. “So you don’t have to be all rough with me, okay? I’m not going to leave you! I don’t want to!”
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I have been checking for updates like crazy you know... (yeah I am that lameexcited)
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You did great job with Lithuania's character!
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“No, you do whatever you want.” Poland was completely naked under him now. “You’d leave me. I know you would.”
“I wouldn’t! I--”
“You would!” Lithuania screamed, feeling what seemed like tears at the back of his eyes burning. “You will leave me! I have to make you stay! I have to make you belong to me! You have to be with me! You were what made me look forward to each day because each day was a day closer to independence and you! Back to those days I was happy! And free! You have to be with me and stay with me!”
Somehow, Poland found the strength to get his hands free and he put his hands on Lithuania’s cheeks and smiled, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Pure panic was in them now and a little bit of hope was put away in there too. “Liet, like, listen. I-I get you don’t want me to leave and I totally understand you need me because I totally need you too. But you’re acting like Russia!”
At those words, Lithuania’s face went cold.
“I’m not Russia.”
“You’re not him, but you’re totally acting like him and--”
“I’m not Russia!”
Slap!
It happened before either of them could blink. Poland’s hands were away from his face, head turned away from the force of the hit. Lithuania had slapped him and that was something he had never done. At least, not without reason.
If they don’t listen, it is good to show them their place. They are dog and you are master. They obey you and you love them in return, da?
“I’m not Russia,” he repeated and when Poland looked back at him, the side of his face was red and it was already swelling. It didn’t look right, but Poland had been asking for it. He had needed some kind of punishment. “I love you.” He smiled and put his hand on the hand print marring Poland’s face. “So I’m not Russia. I‘m not Russia because I love you and I‘m doing this because I love you. He didn‘t love me.”
“You might as well be Russia if you’re going to like, hurt me like this! God, Liet! What the hell did he do to you?” Poland was beginning to cry now and Lithuania could remember his own tears the first time Russia had hurt him like this. It would have been nice if Poland had understood what he was doing, but he would learn and soon enough, the cries would stop. Just like his had. “Liet wouldn’t have done this! Liet totally loves me and you don’t!”
“I do!” He was pleading. “Why don’t you get it?!”
“Why don’t you get it?!” Poland shrieked. Poland was screaming now, completely horrified and now acting out of his fear. He was barely fighting back now, his body frozen. The cries grew harder and Lithuania was praying Poland would realize soon why this needed to happen because his cries were hurting him. “I love you! I’m not like, going to leave you! And like, if you loved me, you wouldn’t hurt me! You don’t hurt people you love!”
Poland never understood anything.
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Thanks again, everybody! Admittedly, I usually don't write things like this, so sorry if this doesn't seem right.
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Poland, though, had never been one to just lay down and surrender. That wasn’t his personality and even now, it still wasn’t.
As Lithuania had taken his shirt off, Poland had taken that moment to attack. He grabbed him by his shoulders and began to attempt to push him back, off of him. The shirt was hanging around Lithuania’s neck, forgotten, as Lithuania used the advantage of his greater strength against the other nation. Poland wouldn’t be able to win against him, but he was still fighting. His hands were slipping free from Lithuania’s grasp and flying everywhere. At Lithuania’s hair, his face, his neck; anywhere that he could reach. Lithuania always seemed to be one step ahead. His mind was clear as Poland’s was frantic with fear.
Lithuania was once again able to take both of his wrists in his hand and Poland looked up to him with wide eyes as Lithuania glared down at him.
“Fighting back never gets you anywhere. I don’t want to punish you this bad, but I don’t have any other choice now. I’m…I’m sorry you forced me and yourself into this position.” He was sorry, too. It reminded him of his own punishments. His punishments would not be as painful as Russia’s had been. Poland needed to be broken some, but not completely because Lithuania didn’t want his memories of a fiery Poland to never become real again. He loved Poland as he was, even though he was slow and never knew anything and wanted to leave him.
Lithuania put his hand on Poland’s neck and blocked his airway. As Lithuania had guessed, his eyes began to bulge as he suffocated, flailing around. He wouldn’t die, but at the moment, he didn‘t think about fighting back as his hands flung to Lithuania‘s, trying to pull them away.
Moving around to get situated right, Lithuania brought his knee down to Poland’s stomach, knocking the air out. No sound came out, other than Poland’s wheezes. Lithuania took his hand away and Poland took in a deep breath and then one out. As he breathed, Lithuania punched him in the nose. He made sure to use enough force that he would bleed, but still not break his nose. A broken nose was not the worst injury, it could heal, but Lithuania had always hated his own broken noses.
Hits went all over Poland’s face until there were enough bruises and swelling that it didn’t even look like the Poland he was used to. The bruises and swelling would leave one day, though, so it was fine.
“This is nothing.” Lithuania moved down to kiss Poland’s cheek, who winced at the contact. “Russia used to use knives on me when I didn’t do what he wanted."
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Why?
Lithuania looks away and finishes undressing. There's no more fighting.
My theory is, Lithuania, if you were close to person before and hurt it, punishment and care mean more to person. I wouldn’t know. Nobody is close to me.
It looked like Russia’s theory was right. Lithuania had fought back against Russia for months and months until he learned it was better to just let it be done and over quickly. Poland it had only taken a few hits. This had done more than just physically hurt him. He would have to explain to Poland later how all of this really was out of love. There were so many ways to show your love.
He decided to flip Poland onto his stomach, entry that way would be much easier. This time, Poland did start to move around. Tried to make it hard for Lithuania to enter him, but Lithuania gripped onto his hips tightly and Poland only whimpered something that sounded like “Stop. Please. I love you…”
“I love you, Poland,” he murmured as he started to go inside him. It was tight and now Poland was screaming. There had been no preperation and Lithuania wasn’t thinking about trying to be gentle. It was hard when Poland wasn’t relaxing and he had to grit his teeth and put some force into his push.
“If you’ll relax, this can get done.”
“No…!” That word made Lithuania go harder and finally have himself completely inside Poland, who was beginning to cry and sob.
The thrusts weren’t fast at first, Poland was just too tight and it made it hard to move. It wasn’t until he felt Poland start to bleed that he picked up an actual rhythm while Poland begged with mumbles and swollen lips.
Lithuania smiled and took a hand to gently caress it along his back.
“Did you know…” He pulled out. “That when Russia did this, I tried to imagine it was you?” He thrusted back with one movement and Poland screamed. “It didn’t work well because you wouldn’t be able to do something like this. Russia also had a habit of giggling while he tried to show me his love. It was scary. Sex with you had never been scary.
“But.” Another thrust and another scream. Being inside Poland felt good, but that wasn’t really the first thought on his mind. “Every time he hurt me, I thought of you. How you made me…laugh.” And another thrust and Poland’s sob hurt his ears. “Smile. You made me happy even though you could be really selfish. You still…still had times where you were nice and thought about me. You made me so happy, Poland.”
His mind drifted to the times when he and Poland had been younger, when they had always found the time to go out to the rye fields to have some fun. He had dreamt of the sun-warmed fields while he had been in Russia’s frozen lands. Had thought about Poland’s smiling face, calling him ‘Liet’ and telling him how they were best friends.
“I only came once when Russia did this to me. It was the only time where thinking about you worked. I guess I lied before. It did work once.” He stopped moving and let Poland’s haggard breaths ring in his ears. Bending over, he pressed a kiss to the back of Poland’s neck. “It was then I realized I loved you. We had always said we loved each other, we even had sex. But I think we were just friends then. Absence makes the heart grow fonder was what Mr. America told me once.”
He began moving again and Poland only pleads. “I talked about you a lot to him. To Mr. America, I mean. How much you meant to me and about our memories. He felt really bad for me and promised that one day, I’d be with you again. He was right, I’m with you now.” His movements became faster. “But you want to leave me and that can’t happen!” Faster. More sobs. “I love you!” It looks like Poland has torn the pillow he’s been holding onto. “You’re the reason why I’m still standing! I love you! I love you! I love you!” He repeats the endearment as he pushes inside and blood is trickling down onto their blankets. Blood is easy enough to get out of things and so he doesn’t worry about that. Instead he only thinks about making sure Poland understands what he’s saying with each push, each ‘I love you’, and each ‘don’t leave me’.
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He pulls out and he’s covered with Poland’s blood. It’s a disgusting feeling and since he’s already decided not to worry about the stains in their blankets, he wipes himself and Poland off.
Pulling Poland back around to hold him, to smile and tell him the hard part is over, Lithuania sees Poland looking the worst he ever has. Worse than he’s looked even after wars and battles. His eyes are so swollen and red from his sobbing and his entire face is red. The bruises had developed more and the puffiness in his face was bizarre looking.
Poland doesn’t let him hold him at first, trying to push him away, but Lithuania pays that no mind and really, Poland can’t do much to fight against it. So he holds him to his chest and kisses his head. Poland is stiff and isn’t holding him back.
“I know. It hurts. I’ve been there. But it’s okay. You’ll be okay. I love you and that’s all you need. Just like how your love is all I need. We don’t need anything else. We can just be here together, just the two of us. It’ll…it’ll be perfect. We’re like one.”
The beautiful moment is ruined when Poland’s cell phone rings. It’s some tacky sounding song and Lithuania reaches over to Poland’s purse that’s near the bed to get it.
“Hello?” He doesn’t bother to see who’s calling.
“Hey, Lithuania! It’s me! Italy?”
“…Oh. Why are you calling?”
“Um, well, Poland was supposed to be here a while ago and I’m still waiting, you see. So I was kind of worried something went wrong. Is he there? Is he okay?”
“Poland got sick, Italy. He won’t be going out with you any time soon.” He lays back down and idly runs his hair through Poland’s hair.
“Ve! Sick? No! Will he be okay?”
“After some rest. But I don’t think Poland will ever be hanging around you again.”
“W-why?”
Lithuania smiles. “It doesn't matter.”
He hangs up as Italy asks him what he means and holds Poland again, affectionately stroking his swollen cheeks as he tells him how much he loves him.
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That's it. I usually don't write things like this (I'm more of a fluffy romance, humor, and friendship fic kind of person), so I'm sorry if I didn't do this very well. I hope some of you enjoyed it, though!
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Thank you!~
*showers you with rainbows and internets*
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And god, it was so...bone-chilling and mind-numbing, I don't even know. Just completely insane.
And?
I loved it. Now what does that say about me? Haha
But really that was like. Gah. I can hardly form words. Amazing...in a creepy kind of way ^^;
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really!! it was absolutely...whoa.
like, ..I don't even know where to start!!
when Liet started to become abusive it gave me them chills.
awesome, amazing, fantastic job author-san, I...just thank you for this great fill!!
also, I think I peed myself a little. from the shock.
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