"Crickets"
Title: Crickets
Author: wizzard890
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “I shouldn't expect you to understand what it’s like to belong to someone else, always having to make a conscious effort to stay the way you are.”
Author's Notes: I don't really know what this is supposed to be. Perhaps it's one last hurrah of what's maybe-kinda-possibly not fluff before embarking into the darkness that is The Chosen End. Also, this is a present for the glorious pyrrhiccomedy, who fills my life with win.
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Lithuania has never seen a sunset like this. Back home, the sky goes dark and stars come spiraling over the mountains, evening to night, no standing on ceremony. But the world is streaked gold from America’s porch, and the stack of dishes in the sink is suddenly unimportant.
America is draped across the railing, arm propped up on a bent knee. He’s beautiful like this, eyes almost burning behind his glasses, and he grins lazily as Lithuania steps up beside him. “Wild, huh?”
Lithuania frowns. “Wild?”
“Yeah.” America turns to look back out at the sky, and his fingers tap a slow tattoo on his leg. “D’you remember when you were like this, Liet? Like...Like when everything sort of stretches out forever and you know it’s yours?"
There’s a pause, and crickets hum in the long grass.
“I’m still mine, America.” Lithuania says after a while.
“I-I know that. I just...that is, I...shit.” A flush spreads across America’s face. “I didn’t mean it like-” He stutters as Lithuania’s fingers brush over his lips, and it’s somehow the most endearing thing the other Nation has ever seen.
“You’re ridiculous.” Lithuania leans in closer, wraps an arm around America’s neck. He forgets how young he is sometimes, how hard it is for him to keep from saying whatever is on his mind. “I shouldn't expect you to understand what it’s like to belong to someone else, always having to make a conscious effort to stay the way you are.”
“But that’s a good thing, right? The ‘not understanding' part?”
“Well, yes. It means you’ve never been invaded.” He takes America’s hand and guides it to his mouth, nipping gently on the tip of his ring finger. “And I’d hate to see that happen."
The other Nation sucks in his breath, closes those bright eyes. “You--you don’t have to make an effort with me, do you?"
Darkness has begun to eat away at the corners of the sky, and the gold is starting to fade. Lithuania shivers in the warm air. Not like home at all, he thinks.
“Liet?” America’s still waiting for an answer.
In one smooth movement, Lithuania straddles America’s hips, nudging him back against the porch railing. “No,” he lies, and presses a kiss to the corner of the other Nation’s mouth. “Not with you. Never with you.”
America smiles against his lips, and brushes a strand of Lithuania's hair out of his face. "Good."
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Reviews are greatly appreciated!
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Author: wizzard890
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “I shouldn't expect you to understand what it’s like to belong to someone else, always having to make a conscious effort to stay the way you are.”
Author's Notes: I don't really know what this is supposed to be. Perhaps it's one last hurrah of what's maybe-kinda-possibly not fluff before embarking into the darkness that is The Chosen End. Also, this is a present for the glorious pyrrhiccomedy, who fills my life with win.
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Lithuania has never seen a sunset like this. Back home, the sky goes dark and stars come spiraling over the mountains, evening to night, no standing on ceremony. But the world is streaked gold from America’s porch, and the stack of dishes in the sink is suddenly unimportant.
America is draped across the railing, arm propped up on a bent knee. He’s beautiful like this, eyes almost burning behind his glasses, and he grins lazily as Lithuania steps up beside him. “Wild, huh?”
Lithuania frowns. “Wild?”
“Yeah.” America turns to look back out at the sky, and his fingers tap a slow tattoo on his leg. “D’you remember when you were like this, Liet? Like...Like when everything sort of stretches out forever and you know it’s yours?"
There’s a pause, and crickets hum in the long grass.
“I’m still mine, America.” Lithuania says after a while.
“I-I know that. I just...that is, I...shit.” A flush spreads across America’s face. “I didn’t mean it like-” He stutters as Lithuania’s fingers brush over his lips, and it’s somehow the most endearing thing the other Nation has ever seen.
“You’re ridiculous.” Lithuania leans in closer, wraps an arm around America’s neck. He forgets how young he is sometimes, how hard it is for him to keep from saying whatever is on his mind. “I shouldn't expect you to understand what it’s like to belong to someone else, always having to make a conscious effort to stay the way you are.”
“But that’s a good thing, right? The ‘not understanding' part?”
“Well, yes. It means you’ve never been invaded.” He takes America’s hand and guides it to his mouth, nipping gently on the tip of his ring finger. “And I’d hate to see that happen."
The other Nation sucks in his breath, closes those bright eyes. “You--you don’t have to make an effort with me, do you?"
Darkness has begun to eat away at the corners of the sky, and the gold is starting to fade. Lithuania shivers in the warm air. Not like home at all, he thinks.
“Liet?” America’s still waiting for an answer.
In one smooth movement, Lithuania straddles America’s hips, nudging him back against the porch railing. “No,” he lies, and presses a kiss to the corner of the other Nation’s mouth. “Not with you. Never with you.”
America smiles against his lips, and brushes a strand of Lithuania's hair out of his face. "Good."
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Reviews are greatly appreciated!
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