For Each Ecstatic Instant (8a/10)
anonymous
January 16 2010, 00:27:54 UTC
Lithuania could hear Russia stumbling down the hall, drunkenly knocking against the walls, slurring indistinctly. Bound hand and foot to the cold, metal bedframe, Lithuania could do nothing but hold his breath and hope that Russia passed by his door.
He shut his eyes and tried to will it to be so. He heard the footsteps pause, a few moments of heavy breathing, and then the door opened.
No. I’m asleep. Go away…“Toris,” Russia whined
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For Each Ecstatic Instant (8b/10)
anonymous
January 16 2010, 00:43:06 UTC
Panic smashed into Lithuania’s chest. He thrashed and struggled, back arching off of the bed, as he struggled to breathe through Russia’s thick, cold fingers. Russia leaned heavily over him covering Lithuania’s small body with his massive one, pressing down so hard Lithuania thought his skull was going to crack open like an egg.
He needed air. Needed it with an unthinking, animal desperation. He tried to bite down on Russia’s fingers, but they eluded his gnashing teeth. The red grimacing face above him began to fade to static and white lights popped across his vision, as he screamed as loud as possible around the hand
( ... )
For Each Ecstatic Instant (9a/10)
anonymous
January 17 2010, 22:54:58 UTC
The spider sat contentedly in the middle of it massive, silvery web, the full moon reflecting off of its smooth, yellow body. Lithuania watched it with hypnotic fascination as he sat curled into a tight ball on the stone bench among the rose bushes
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For Each Ecstatic Instant (9b/10)
anonymous
January 17 2010, 22:56:52 UTC
America shrugged and gave a slow smile. “Hey. Don’t worry. I get up in the middle of the night a lot of the time too.” He walked over and sat down heavily on the bench next to Lithuania. “So, what brings you out here tonight?” he joked.
Lithuania echoed his smile. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Yeah, me neither. Sometimes you just need to clear your head, though.” He cocked his head thoughtfully at Lithuania. “Aren’t you cold?”
Lithuania shook his head. His smile widened. “My land’s colder than yours, remember?”
America snorted. “I think you mean ridiculously colder
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For Each Ecstatic Instant (9c/10)
anonymous
January 17 2010, 22:58:00 UTC
It wasn’t a question, but Lithuania nodded. “It got worse at the end. He didn’t want me to leave. Thought he could, I don’t know, beat patriotism into me.” He smiled wanly, but stopped when he caught sight of America’s expression
( ... )
For Each Ecstatic Instant (10a/10)
anonymous
January 19 2010, 10:28:59 UTC
It took him a while, but eventually America made himself remember that Lithuania wasn’t made of glass. They could laugh and joke and go into the open, without the smaller nation coming apart at the seams. Once he was back on his feet, at a normal weight, he began to return to the sweet, eternally cheerful Lithuania that had been his friend in the roaring twenties
( ... )
Re: For Each Ecstatic Instant (10b/10)
anonymous
April 7 2010, 19:49:13 UTC
I just found this and I had to leave a comment: I loved loved loved this fic, read it twice and awwwwed uncountable times. (and I am usual a hardcore LietPol shipper)
Re: For Each Ecstatic Instant (10b/10)
anonymous
July 15 2011, 02:46:14 UTC
This is so amazing and awesome, I can't even. Words fail me. Beautiful, poignant, breathtaking. Just the way you write is, I don't know, just the right amount of detail, it's...gah! I love Toris' quiet strength, Alfred's acceptance of the way things are. God. This is the best Lithuania/America I've ever read, hands down.
I don't know if you'll ever read the comments again, but I'd love to know what else you've written. I'd devour it in an instance. *is creepy but in a good way?*
"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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He shut his eyes and tried to will it to be so. He heard the footsteps pause, a few moments of heavy breathing, and then the door opened.
No. I’m asleep. Go away…“Toris,” Russia whined ( ... )
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He needed air. Needed it with an unthinking, animal desperation. He tried to bite down on Russia’s fingers, but they eluded his gnashing teeth. The red grimacing face above him began to fade to static and white lights popped across his vision, as he screamed as loud as possible around the hand ( ... )
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Seriously can't wait for the rest.
This is awesome.
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Lithuania echoed his smile. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Yeah, me neither. Sometimes you just need to clear your head, though.” He cocked his head thoughtfully at Lithuania. “Aren’t you cold?”
Lithuania shook his head. His smile widened. “My land’s colder than yours, remember?”
America snorted. “I think you mean ridiculously colder ( ... )
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<3<3<3
Not OP, but thank you, Author. c:
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I don't know if you'll ever read the comments again, but I'd love to know what else you've written. I'd devour it in an instance. *is creepy but in a good way?*
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