For Each Ecstatic Instant (1a/10)
anonymous
January 6 2010, 02:06:10 UTC
For the thousandth time, Lithuania’s eyes traced the narrow veins of the large crack on the wall. His bound hand dug into his chest, prickling from lack of circulation. The heat under his stomach contrasted with the cold on the ball of his feet, which struggled to find purchase on the chilly stone floor
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For Each Ecstatic Instant (1b/10)
anonymous
January 6 2010, 02:07:00 UTC
The pain was making Lithuania’s eyes water. Russia’s usual rant about ‘keeping them safe’ didn’t hold much interest anymore. Just keep looking straight ahead. Straight ahead.
“You don’t want America to pull us apart, do you, Toris?” Russia pressed. Lithuania could hear the desperation hiding under that singsong voice, like a child, frightened, but not understanding why. The voice trying to reconcile how wonderful Russia knew his system was, and how he knew it was all falling apart.
To Lithuania, every word of that voice was a quiet victory
Lithuania remained silent, concentrating on keeping his breathing even.
Evidently, that was the wrong decision. Russia’s fingers tightened, before he pulled back and slapped Lithuania’s injured back with full force. Lithuania screamed in agony
( ... )
Re: For Each Ecstatic Instant (1b/10)
anonymous
January 6 2010, 02:52:23 UTC
Not OP - but
I believe in miracles! Where you from? YOU AWESOME THANG!
I think it's a guilty pleasure of mine to see Lithuania getting hurt and then comforted by America. There's the hurt, just waiting for the HEROIC comforting. Your descriptions are fantastic and I think you captured Russia's 'affection' for Lithuania well. Update soon you awesome anon, you!
Re: For Each Ecstatic Instant (1b/10)
anonymous
January 6 2010, 02:58:36 UTC
All I can say is POOR LIET DDDDDDX Erghnfndnd this fic is so heartbreaking and it's only been the first part. I can't wait until America finally comes to the rescue. America/Lithuania is my secret OTP and I'm so glad you're filling it :D
For Each Ecstatic Instant (2b/10)
anonymous
January 7 2010, 01:10:04 UTC
Again, they smiled warmly at each other, until Lithuania began to feel awkwardness churn in his stomach, prickling behind his ears. Apparently, America did as well, because, he cleared his throat and looked away. Lithuania quickly went back to eating
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For Each Ecstatic Instant (3/10)
anonymous
January 9 2010, 18:33:00 UTC
The temperature in the small bedroom seemed to plummet as Russia stared evenly at Lithuania.
“I’m a sovereign nation,” Lithuania said flatly, the words that he had rehearsed over and over again as he lay awake in bed. “And, I’m going to be one on my own from now on.”
And you just try to stop me. The threat lay unspoken, but quietly understood
( ... )
For Each Ecstatic Instant (4/10)
anonymous
January 9 2010, 18:42:38 UTC
After a brief, thankfully dreamless, rest, Lithuania felt strong enough to go down to the kitchen with America for lunch. It was simple cold sandwiches and they ate at chairs at the counter. America poured him a glass of lemonade to go with his food. It was tooth-achingly sweet, but Lithuania wasn’t about to complain
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For Each Ecstatic Instant (5a/10)
anonymous
January 10 2010, 09:47:23 UTC
“Alfred, may I ask you something?”
America looked over at Lithuania, smiling. “Sure, Toris. Shoot.”
Lithuania hesitated a moment. He looked down at the thin, dirt path they were following through America’s back garden, watching ants scatter under their shoes. “Alfred, why did you come to rescue me?”
America stopped and stared at him, eyes wide and mouth open. He seemed completely caught off guard, and Lithuania quickly wished he could take back the question, no matter how much it had been eating away at the back of his brain.
America looked away, shoving his hands into his pockets and shrugging. “That’s a stupid question, Toris. You were in trouble. I mean, Russia was… he’s unstable. He would’ve really hurt you if you hadn’t gotten out of there. I hadn’t heard from you in a long while, I knew you were in trouble. I just helped. It’s what anyone would’ve done.”
Lithuania didn’t would have liked to have left the issue there, but something dark inside himself compelled him to continue, “But, well, you’re the one who did it. I
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For Each Ecstatic Instant (5b/10)
anonymous
January 10 2010, 09:48:26 UTC
Lithuania laughed. “Alright. When you put it that way.” As much as he hated to admit it, the small amount of strain had him panting and tired, his back steadily aching. Thankfully, there was a small, stone bench nearby, and Lithuania dropped into it easily, and then waited for America to sit next to him.
The superpower was examining the rosebush intently. When Lithuania looked more closely, he could see there was a massive spider web, stretching nearly the whole span of the rosebush, with a fat, yellow spider sitting in the middle. America was wearing a small, fascinated little smile that, in turn, made Lithuania smile as well.
“The spider as an artist,” America recited quietly, more to himself than anything, Lithuania thought, “Has never been surpassed. Though-”
“Though, his surpassing merit, is fully certified,” Lithuania finished automatically, without having to think
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For Each Ecstatic Instant (7/10)
anonymous
January 13 2010, 03:01:56 UTC
Seventeen days. You’ve been away from Russia for seventeen days.Lithuania kept repeating the figure in an attempt to impress himself. He couldn’t get that excited though
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"Anon wants to see America rescuing and taking care of Lithuania following the end of the Soviet Union."
AN: I think this might ended up a bit darker than OP intended. There will be a happy ending, though. Promise.
Also: title is a reference to an Emily Dickinson poem that will get mentioned in the fill. (Ooh, artsy!anon is artsy)
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“You don’t want America to pull us apart, do you, Toris?” Russia pressed. Lithuania could hear the desperation hiding under that singsong voice, like a child, frightened, but not understanding why. The voice trying to reconcile how wonderful Russia knew his system was, and how he knew it was all falling apart.
To Lithuania, every word of that voice was a quiet victory
Lithuania remained silent, concentrating on keeping his breathing even.
Evidently, that was the wrong decision. Russia’s fingers tightened, before he pulled back and slapped Lithuania’s injured back with full force. Lithuania screamed in agony ( ... )
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I believe in miracles! Where you from? YOU AWESOME THANG!
I think it's a guilty pleasure of mine to see Lithuania getting hurt and then comforted by America. There's the hurt, just waiting for the HEROIC comforting. Your descriptions are fantastic and I think you captured Russia's 'affection' for Lithuania well. Update soon you awesome anon, you!
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Erghnfndnd this fic is so heartbreaking and it's only been the first part. I can't wait until America finally comes to the rescue. America/Lithuania is my secret OTP and I'm so glad you're filling it :D
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And this is WONDERFUL!!! I was starting to cry by the beginning of the first bit, I adore it!!
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“I’m a sovereign nation,” Lithuania said flatly, the words that he had rehearsed over and over again as he lay awake in bed. “And, I’m going to be one on my own from now on.”
And you just try to stop me. The threat lay unspoken, but quietly understood ( ... )
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America looked over at Lithuania, smiling. “Sure, Toris. Shoot.”
Lithuania hesitated a moment. He looked down at the thin, dirt path they were following through America’s back garden, watching ants scatter under their shoes. “Alfred, why did you come to rescue me?”
America stopped and stared at him, eyes wide and mouth open. He seemed completely caught off guard, and Lithuania quickly wished he could take back the question, no matter how much it had been eating away at the back of his brain.
America looked away, shoving his hands into his pockets and shrugging. “That’s a stupid question, Toris. You were in trouble. I mean, Russia was… he’s unstable. He would’ve really hurt you if you hadn’t gotten out of there. I hadn’t heard from you in a long while, I knew you were in trouble. I just helped. It’s what anyone would’ve done.”
Lithuania didn’t would have liked to have left the issue there, but something dark inside himself compelled him to continue, “But, well, you’re the one who did it. I ( ... )
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The superpower was examining the rosebush intently. When Lithuania looked more closely, he could see there was a massive spider web, stretching nearly the whole span of the rosebush, with a fat, yellow spider sitting in the middle. America was wearing a small, fascinated little smile that, in turn, made Lithuania smile as well.
“The spider as an artist,” America recited quietly, more to himself than anything, Lithuania thought, “Has never been surpassed. Though-”
“Though, his surpassing merit, is fully certified,” Lithuania finished automatically, without having to think ( ... )
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