(anon I'm assuming you wanted the 1410 Tannenberg, not the WW1 one...?)
The sun, so blinding hot during the day (glinting off Poland's armor but not as bright as his eyes, sparkling with the thrill of victory), has all but set, only a few pink-purple clouds far in the distance and almost eclipsed by the trees. Lithuania sticks his torch into the ground and crawls into their tent, reaching for his bedding. He pauses when he sees the prayer Poland wrote and tucked into his pack, for luck, in case God, like, hasn't gotten with it and started liking you already. He can't read it in the near-darkness, only the faint torchlight glowing through the canvas walls, but he feels a slow smile spread across his face anyway
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Lithuania opens his eyes, still tentative. "A-hah. Poland?"
"Gross," says Poland, cheerfully. He makes another spitting sound and clambers back up Lithuania where he's lying boneless on the ground. "Warn me next time, geez."
"Sorry." Lithuania pants. He lets his arm flop over Poland's back, and belatedly remembers that Poland probably hasn't come when he feels Poland's hips hitching against him, his cock still hard through his leggings.
"D'you want - can I try? That?"
Poland's breath washes hot across his cheek. "You seriously want to?"
Thoughts fly through Lithuania's brain all at once like a flock of sparrows jumping off from a tree: I want to make you feel that good, you're beautiful when you're happy, you're beautiful all the time, I think I might be a little in love with you, can't help it sorry"Sure." Lithuania twists to lay Poland on his back, strokes the backs of his fingers down Poland's side
( ... )
Lithuania didn't become entirely Christian until after Tannenberg (1413 according to wiki), which is why Poland is worried about God not liking him yet.
Also, yes, Poland is speaking Valley Girl instead of Ye Olde Englishe, but I figured that at the time he wouldn't have been speaking English anyway, so if I'm going to anachronistically write him in English I might as well get the tone right haha.
Kill me with sweet partnership fluff and gentle sex, anon! <3
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The sun, so blinding hot during the day (glinting off Poland's armor but not as bright as his eyes, sparkling with the thrill of victory), has all but set, only a few pink-purple clouds far in the distance and almost eclipsed by the trees. Lithuania sticks his torch into the ground and crawls into their tent, reaching for his bedding. He pauses when he sees the prayer Poland wrote and tucked into his pack, for luck, in case God, like, hasn't gotten with it and started liking you already. He can't read it in the near-darkness, only the faint torchlight glowing through the canvas walls, but he feels a slow smile spread across his face anyway ( ... )
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Lithuania opens his eyes, still tentative. "A-hah. Poland?"
"Gross," says Poland, cheerfully. He makes another spitting sound and clambers back up Lithuania where he's lying boneless on the ground. "Warn me next time, geez."
"Sorry." Lithuania pants. He lets his arm flop over Poland's back, and belatedly remembers that Poland probably hasn't come when he feels Poland's hips hitching against him, his cock still hard through his leggings.
"D'you want - can I try? That?"
Poland's breath washes hot across his cheek. "You seriously want to?"
Thoughts fly through Lithuania's brain all at once like a flock of sparrows jumping off from a tree: I want to make you feel that good, you're beautiful when you're happy, you're beautiful all the time, I think I might be a little in love with you, can't help it sorry"Sure." Lithuania twists to lay Poland on his back, strokes the backs of his fingers down Poland's side ( ... )
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Also, yes, Poland is speaking Valley Girl instead of Ye Olde Englishe, but I figured that at the time he wouldn't have been speaking English anyway, so if I'm going to anachronistically write him in English I might as well get the tone right haha.
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I'm really happy whenever I see this pairing here, thank you.
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