üksteist // 11

[webfreedomftw]

Phone, locked to Poland

[There's a bit of a hesitation before Estonia talks. And no amount of faking stoic will hide the dread in his voice.]

Did you see the television? We need to do something.

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[likesottlyfab]

Like, duh. [He's already made up his mind on what has to be done.]

If we want Liet back we have to kill the fake, and if he saw he television too we don't have a lot of time to come up with a strategy.

You're supposed to be the smart one, got any ideas?

[webfreedomftw]

You don't get to call me that!

[Although quiet up until now, the use of his name in Lithuania's language gets to him, makes him snap a little. Maybe because of that phone message he'd waved off the other day (now he knows it, though), or maybe just because that particular variation on his name is only ever used by one other individual. And that's someone who isn't around.

There's only a moment of hesitation before he rushes forward to help Poland, bringing the butt of the rifle hard around, aiming for the fake Lithuania's head.]

[letunityblossom]

[Lithuania moves on instinct and irritation, because anger is so much safer than sadness. His eyes follow Poland, whose movements often seem unpredictable but whom Lithuania has fought beside enough to know where he'll be before he gets there, He aims the flat of his blade where Poland should be, to both block the strike and try to knock him out.

With Estonia he raises his left arm to catch the gun--what's pain to him, especially when his arm is already shot twice trough by that same gun?

Anger is safer. Anger is easier. He clings to it, desperately, and answers in Lithuanian.]

I'll use my language if I want to.

[likesottlyfab]

[The flat of Lithuania's blade smashes into him, knocking the wind out of him and causing him hit the ground hard. He lays there for a moment, but it seems like forever as he looks up at Estonia and Lithuania going at it in a disoriented fog.]

[webfreedomftw]

[No match for Lithuania's strength, not when he's this angry, Estonia holds onto the gun a moment longer, fighting to swing it. Then he gives up and pushes it, aiming to maybe throw Lithuania off. Timing it with a not very smart, but just maybe useful kick aimed at his shins, even though it leaves him off balance.]

[letunityblossom]

[Lithuania spots the attempt, still working on a centuries-honed battle instinct, and deems the kick somewhat more worth paying attention to than the gun he's already got somewhat of a hold on. He twists, letting Estonia push the gun forward into the air, and shifts to kick Estonia's feet out from under him.

His next, immediate priority is getting away. He could go into the house, but not only is it locked, it would put the children in danger. He's facing away from Poland for now.]

[likesottlyfab]

[Poland regains his senses long enough to realize he's still holding the kitchen knife. His grip tightens on it, pushing himself upwards while Lithuania is distracted with Estonia. It was now or never.

With an anguished cry, he plunges the knife deeply into Lithuania, twisting it in as far as it will go into him.]

[webfreedomftw]

[Estonia hits the ground hard, landing on his back with enough force to disorient him for a moment. It's just moment enough for Poland's attack. He pushes himself up, but only halfway, watching to evaluate what needs to be done to end this. If anything.]

trigger: suicide

[letunityblossom]

[Exhausted, emotionally wrung-out, the attack catches Lithuania entirely by surprise. He cries out, which is sign enough that the wound is certainly deep, and then he's on hands and knees as his vision greys on the edges from the trauma catching up to him. Still, he's aware of the others around him--Poland is still there, still has that knife. Estonia is getting up. They're going to kill him, they're going to kill him.

Everything snaps inside him at once. He curses thinly in Lithuanian. There aren't any options left, he's going to die, even if he gets away he's going to bleed to death on his hands and knees and--

No. Absolutely not.

Energy finds purchase in his lungs, and he's shouting before he realizes it.]

I'm sick of this game, Mayfield! I won't play it!

[The growl is more the fury of a wolf than a human as he drags himself back to his feet, first using his sword as a crutch and then hurling it aside, as if the very indignity of having to use it to hold himself up makes it intolerable to hold it at all. Still, he's standing.

[likesottlyfab]

[Everything rushes back to Poland instantaneously as the sound of the bullet pierces the air… and Lithuania's skull.

The real Lithuania. His Lithuania.

Liet.

The realization of what just happened hits Poland harder than Lithuania's sword ever could have. All the air is forced from his lungs and he's practically suffocating as time seems to slow and Lithuania falls. He tries to shout out to him but Lithuania's name catches in his throat as he hits the ground. Poland moves to reach his hand out towards Lithuania; he has to help him, he has to save him. That had been the whole reason he'd done this. To get Lithuania back, to save Lithuania.

He reaches with that same hand still clutching to a knife, soaked in blood. Lithuania's blood, from when he plunged it into him-- his friend-- and wounded him so lethally that he... he…]

L…liet? Liet?!

[Panicked and disgusted, he chucks the knife as far away as he can, but it doesn't get rid of the blood staining his hand. Liet's blood. The same blood oozing from the gun shots and the stab

[webfreedomftw]

[For a long time, Estonia stays on the ground, where his arms shake as they brace him. He doesn't move, he can't, because that sight would have been emotion-causing even if it hadn't been followed by the relevation that it was. But it had been, and so the goal they set out to accomplish is the worst thing they could have done.

He watches Poland move to Lithuania, looking away to look at the gun he hadn't been able to fire accurately moments before when Poland's stomach rejects his upset. He understands. He understands completely what sort of pain Poland is in and there's nothing he can do about it, because that plan they shared equally between the two of them.

And Lithuania...

His arms were shaking and now as he gets to his feet, Estonia realizes he's shaking all over. Unsteady fighting hands made even more unsteady by the gravity of what was done. He wipes a hand over his cheek, pushing his glasses up to scrub at one eye a moment before taking a tenative step towards Poland.]

P-Poola... We need a shroud.

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