dvidešimt keturi; action

[letunityblossom]

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[webfreedomftw]

[How do you feel about a visitor with a manilla envelope, topped with a green bow, who can't quite look you in the eye? Because you'll get one if you answer the knock at your door.]

[letunityblossom]

[On the one hand, Lithuania was expecting to see Estonia today. On the other hand, this is incredibly awkward, and Lithuania has hardly been at his best lately. Still, he manages a smile--he really is glad to see Estonia both remember him and not be trying to kill him.]

Linksmų Kalėdų, Estija.

[He won't be angry about what happened.]

[webfreedomftw]

Häid Jõulupühi, Leedu.

[After a moment's hesitation, he hands over the envelope. Inside, when Lithuania opens it, will be pages and pages of handwritten music, mostly Lithuanian folksongs, transcribed from memory. It ends with Lithuania's national anthem.]

1/2

[letunityblossom]

[Lithuania opens the envelope curiously, but his eyes widen once he realizes what Estonia has done. He isn't so rude as to stop and read through every single one while Estonia is standing there, but he does look at quite a lot of them.]

[letunityblossom]

[He can't help but read his anthem over, though. It's been a lot longer than he'd like without seeing it at all.]

Thank you.

[webfreedomftw]

I... I have them recorded on my laptop, too, but I didn't think you had any way of playing the files anyway, so I just thought that maybe, some day, we could use the school music room for an afternoon. A little Baltic song festival, since it's been a while.

[And what's more Baltic than singing because things are absolutely miserable?]

1/2 Estijaaaaa

[letunityblossom]

[letunityblossom]

[You are going to have to deal with a hug, not!bro. Sorry, these things happen sometimes.]

[webfreedomftw]

[He deals. Oh, he deals, and he returns it, almost clinging to Lithuania.]

I'm sorry. Leedu- Lietuva, I'm so sorry, but we thought it was the only way to get you back and a world without you is no good at all, and... [He'll pull back, then, looking much younger, much more distressed, than he has in many years. This is one of those moments where the outsider's illusion that the Baltics are brothers is one shared by one of those brothers. No "not!" required.] I hope I can have your forgiveness some day.

[letunityblossom]

[Seeing Estonia so genuinely distressed only makes all the protective older brother urges he has more often than he might care to admit even worse. He can picture him, so much smaller, hidden away in a corner of his and Poland's old house reading books.]

I forgive you, Eesti.

[Not Mayfield. Never Mayfield. But Estonia doesn't deserve anger.]

[webfreedomftw]

Thank you, Lietuva. [He relaxes a little bit, although the upset doesn't go anywhere.]

I... I hope you and the girls have a nice Christmas.

[letunityblossom]

You can stay for dinner if you'd like, you know. Unless you're going over to Miss Ukraine's.

[That little change last week did not escape his notice.]

[webfreedomftw]

Oh, no, I don't think- I mean I haven't seen her lately. [He's been avoiding her, avoiding everyone since he and Poland killed Lithuania.]

Are you sure you wouldn't mind me staying?

[letunityblossom]

Of course I don't mind. It's not exactly the usual time, but it's not that late.

[Typically Lithuanians have a proper dinner on Christmas Eve.]

[webfreedomftw]

Just pretend you're doing something new this year, no one will know the difference.