Broken Angel

[toris_lietuvos]

Who: Poland (totally_feliks), Lithuania (toris_lietuvos)
When: After this
Where: Poland's room
Rating: PG13
Summary: the aftermath of the big fight
Warnings: tragedy

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[totally_feliks]

It was unfamiliar to him, what he was experiencing now. Certainly not the pain, nor the gradual but faint feeling of recovery, not even the feeling that something was touching his injuries, which hurt and he couldn't muster the strength to make it stop, but the scenes printing themselves under his eyelids.
Unpleasant dreams were so rare to him that he could do nothing but watch as it unfolded in front of his eyes, not certain where the dream began and the memory ended, but finding it odd to watch himself, helpless to intervene.

He wasn't sure when he had crossed over one of his eastern borders, only that he shouldn't have and everyone would be unhappy when he got home. Boss was going to give him a right telling off, and it worried the little nation more than the bloodstained leather belts the older Poland could see creeping up the legs of the dream-pony he was riding through the dark forest. He seemed oblivious, almost as though they weren't real, and though Poland now yelled, it seemed nothing could hear him, as the snow started

[toris_lietuvos]

He waited and watched through what must have been a bad dream. There was little else that would cause such distress in a sleeping person, even one that was badly injured. Gentle hands brushed against the blond's cheek and hair, calling him back without words. He shouldn't wake yet, since he likely needed more rest in order to feel better, but even though Liet knew that fact he still wished that Poland would wake up. He wanted to see those eyes unclouded by hate.

[totally_feliks]

Something was touching his face, which stung, but for some reason it did reassure him slightly, although he didn't have the foggiest idea what it would be. And it was foggy in his mind, very foggy. Now the bright colours and lights of the nightmare were gone, he gathered only faint flickers of emotions as they swam through his hurt-fuddled mind. He understood he should be scared, because this bed didn't feel like his, and the pain meant he had lost a fight. But it couldn't be another partition. His mind refused to accept that. It couldn't happen, not again.

Something deep within him registered a summons, something in the real world calling him, and he clung to the calm of the darkness that was broken only by the small slit of light from his barely opened eyes before accepting it and leaving the blackness behind.

This time, his eyes opened fully, still confused and pained, but the same as they always were. Green, shining, alive even when it seemed he was not. Blinking, he tried to adjust to the light, wincing from even that effort.

[toris_lietuvos]

Such a lovely sight. That color meant so much to him, no matter the emotion behind it. And though it was sad that the blond was in so much pain, at least he was there. He was himself again. He sought out an undamaged part of his love's face and brushed his lips against it in a featherlight kiss.

Welcome home.

((I know it's way too short, I'm sorry! but I couldn't add in all the other stuff I had after this, it was too good of an ending spot for this tag))

[totally_feliks]

Friend or foe? He'd still been trying to figure it out when something brushed against his face, and instantly his heart skipped a beat happily, able to recognise things Poland's head did not straight away. Friend!

Despite having his eyes open there was still very limited he could see, he couldn't move his head at all, and from his peripheral vision all he'd been able to see was dark hair. And unless Austria had suddenly become a lot more friendly than last time Poland had seen him...then he was safe, surely. His lips tried to twitch up into a grin, before the muscles this triggered screamed in protest and his mouth fell again, from the tiny smile he had managed, gasping with the pain straight away. But it mattered a lot less than it would have had he been alone.

((ooc: I'm sorry if it's terrible, I shouldn't be here...It's 5am and I'm on cause I was having nightmares ;_;))