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[bulliedingly]

[Liet is sick of letting Poland down over the Russia thing. He just wants to be with the man he loves. So he's marching around the house in his little maid outfit, followed by Poland, looking for Russia before he loses his nerve]

Russia? RUSSIA!? I need to talk to you!

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[himawariedingly]

[Russia is wearing a way too short bright red outfit with a matching red ribbon and is busy cleaning the bathroom, which is extremely bloody where he hasn't cleaned yet. He seems to be in some kind of trance- Nobody should this happy because he can scrub blood of a mirror.]

[liekomgedingly]

[Poland, all serious business for once with his kitty ears and angel wings and teeny tiny skirt, catches sight of Russia, and reaches for Lithuania's hand.]

[Quietly] Liet.

[Nods towards where Russia is, in case Liet hasn't noticed him yet]

[himawariedingly]

[Still cleaning. Do you know how hard it is to get bloodstains out of gaps between tiles? You should make a science out of this. Russia will be the first person to get the nobel prize for his achievements in it.]

[bulliedingly]

[Liet takes Poland's hand and squeezes it tightly with a taut nod, then lets go and steps forward]

Russia?

[himawariedingly]

[Looks up.]

Yes?

[Can't you see that he's busy? ...wait. he can look under your skirt from down here. Nice panties~]

[bulliedingly]

Um, I need to, erm...

[Are you looking up his skirt?! He tries to surreptitiously cover himself]

...I need to talk to you. Now. Um. It's important.

[Cough cough hack hack]

[himawariedingly]

What about?

[Your coughing doesn't sound good. Do you need his help? Of course you do.]

[Gets up and walks towards them.]

[bulliedingly]

About, well, um, about us. About the promise I made.

[himawariedingly]

I'll always help you.

[Doesn't get your point, but you being sick got him worried now.]

[bulliedingly]

It's...it's just that. Um. The arrangement we made. I'm sorry. It's making everyone except you miserable. Especially me. So...I'm breaking it. I'm leaving you. That's all.

[himawariedingly]

[Stares]

[...Denial.]

I'll always help you. You don't have to worry.

[Taking a step forward, reaching out for Lithuania to hug him. Lithuania would never leave him. His Lithuania would never leave him. Never. because he is his Lithuania. He loves him. They love each other.]

[bulliedingly]

[Steps back, staying out of Russia's reach]

No. I don't need you to help me.

[himawariedingly]

[Follows.]

But you look sick.

[bulliedingly]

I'm not. Listen to me, Russia!

[Yep, those are the hacking coughs of a healthy man. Totally.]

[liekomgedingly]

[Steps up beside Liet, resting a hand on his shoulder to help him get steady in spite of the coughing]

[To Russia] Think it would kill you to like, actually listen to what he's got to say for once?

[himawariedingly]

But he's sick. He needs to rest.

Why are you making him stand up like this, Poland? It's irresponsible.