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Catfight! [Closed]

Who: Pakistan (

reckless_eagle).
Where Pakistan's room.
When: After Liet gets hit by a car and ~~gets a haircut and a costume change~~ dies tragically, before the end of Korea's event.
Rating: PG for event-induced melodrama and mild violence?
Summary: Poland goes to tell Pakistan of Lithuania's unfortunate demise. It doesn't go so hot.
the Story:

For hours after he'd learned of the accident, Poland had been in shock. He lay in his room, hugging Lithuania's pillow to himself, weeping and wailing and occasionally gnashing his teeth. But gradually, it dawned on him that he had a duty to fulfill--what his dear, departed Lithuania would have had him do, as his best friend.

So, he wiped his tears away, put on his black dress, and went to go knock on Pakistan's door. He might not have liked that she was seeing Liet, but she had a right to be told what had happened!

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Pakistan had, apparently, been afflicted with ~~a cold~~ a dramatic yet vague illness for the past few days, so she had not been paying attention to the network. Thus, she did not know what had happened to Lithuania.

She answered her door in her nightgown, with her hair undone and her dubata wrapped around her shoulders, looking a bit under the weather. Surprised to see Poland, she hugged her dubata closer and belatedly wished she'd taken a moment to put on more clothes.

"Poland?"

"Pakistan." He looked away from her, less because of her state of undress and more because he wasn't looking forward to what he was going to have to say. It hurt to think of, much less actually speak of.

But he hadn't come here to chicken out. Trying not to fuss with his clothing like he did when he was nervous, he sighed. "Can I come in? We like, need to talk about something..."

She hesitated. It wasn't really proper to let a male into her room like that, especially not when he was dressed the way he was. But it was Poland, Lithuania's best friend, and even if they didn't get along that well, she knew she could trust him. ~~Besides, she's a modern, progressive nation.~~

"Ah...yeah. Of course, come in." She held the door open to let him enter and closed it behind him. "I'm sorry about the mess. I've been a bit sick. What can I do for you?"

That, and... really, if people knew you let Poland into your bedroom, how many of them do you think would assume anything happened? Anyone? It's Poland.

He walked inside, barely even registering the mess in his shock and distress. "I'm like, gonna get to the point. Pakistan... Liet's dead."

My, that's certainly a dramatic background chord, isn't it?

Hey, Poland isn't the only one with religious ideals to uphold.

Pakistan stared at him for a moment, her hand going to her mouth in shock. "W-what... That can't be true!"

She seemed to have forgotten that he'd be back in a day or so.

Well, yes, but her maidenly honor is as safe in his hands as in the hands of anyone ever to be a guy.

He trembled with emotion, looking up at her with his face still red from crying. "It's... It's true! I wanted it not to be... Wanted it so bad... But he's... He's gone..." Judging by the hollow pain in his voice, he'd forgotten, too.

She swallowed hard and wiped away the tears forming in her eyes with her fists.

"I'm sorry. I..." She had no idea what to say to him. She had liked Lithuania a lot, but Poland had known him much longer than she had. It seemed like anything she could say would just belittle the pain he was in.

Once again, for about the thousandth time that day, the tears started rolling down his cheeks.

"I..." He swallowed, trying to stay calm, to no avail. "I like, thought you should know and stuff..." Struggling to find something to say, he found that there really wasn't anything to talk about but how awful he felt, and started crying in earnest.

Not knowing what else to do, Pakistan stepped closer and hugged Poland. Somehow, except for those first few tears, she was dry eyed. Crying had just never been her way of coping, and somehow it seemed strange for a man to cry when she wasn't, even though Poland had been so close to Lithuania.

Frankly, it wasn't Poland's preferred coping method, either, but it just sort of seemed like the go-to thing to do in the past few days. He sobbed, somehow miraculously avoiding getting tears all over Pakistan's clothes.

"I like, can't believe it," he said miserably, his body trembling. "How am I supposed to go on like this? Never seeing his smile, or feeling his hand in mine, or waking up beside him ever again..."

...That might not have been the best thing to say to his best friend's girlfriend, but to be fair, it was technically all true.

Pakistan stilled and stepped back far enough to look up at him.

"The way you talk, it's like you're the one who lost a boyfriend."

Her tone isn't accusing...quite, but it is very matter of fact and questioning.

Shock! His eyes went wide, and he took a step back from her, fussing with the sleeves of his gown.

"No! Of course not! I... Wolfram and I are very happy together, and we're going to get married, a-and besides, it's not like Liet and I...!"

There were days when he very much wished he weren't so bad at denying things.

"You and Wolfram," she murmured. Placing her hands on her hips, she leaned forward a bit, eyeing him. "You didn't seem like much of a couple to me before. And had you even told Lithuania that Wolfram's male? Did you lie to him often?"

She was probably crossing a line here, but somehow both the suspicious and jealous parts of her nature were flaring up. The way Poland spoke, his relationship with Lithuania sounded anything but innocent, and despite the other nation's loss, all of her sympathy toward him was draining away.

Poland slumped a little, a guilty look on his face. "That was before," he insisted. "Things... things changed.

"And I like, didn't lie, I just didn't correct him... And he... he knew. He found out."

"I bet he didn't take it well."

He shook his head, blushing. "That's not--! He totally said... He said he was happy for us. That he wanted me to be happy. So there!"

"And I guess you are happy, dressed as a woman, in a relationship with another man."

Normally these sorts of things didn't bother her, but for some reason when it was Poland in question, it seemed to rub her the wrong way.

Poland frowned, on the defensive. "How can you say that?" he demanded, eyes narrowed. "I can't be happy with him gone! It's... It's like losing a part of my self!"

"Fine. Whatever you say." She crossed her arms, looking back at him sullenly.

Something about her tone bothered Poland deeply. He stepped forward, drawing himself up to his full height and glaring down at her. "Don't give me that!" he snapped. "Liet's way more important to me than a little girl like you could ever understand. Don't you dare belittle that!"

For her size, Pakistan is very strong. So when she backhands someone across the face, it's going to at least sting, even if it's another nation.

Poland? You have just been backhanded by the Islamic Republic of Pakistan.

"Don't act like you know me, kuttay ka bacha." Angry tears formed in her eyes as she spoke.

For a moment, Poland stood there in shock, caught off guard by the attack. Then he lashed out, slapping Pakistan hard across the face.

"Don't even," he hissed. "Kurwa, just... don't even! I love him so much more than you could ever imagine, and you act like I can just be happy with him gone?!"

She took the blow stoically, although it whipped her face to the side. She stands still with her hair hiding her face for a moment. Her small frame shook, but her voice was steady when she spoke.

"Deception by omission is still deception, Poland."

"I never lied to him if I didn't have to."

"I think there's something important you didn't tell him."

She still wouldn't look at him.

He shook his head again, looking away guiltily. "I like, didn't hide anything unless I had to, either."

"Well it doesn't matter now, does it?"

...Good job, Pakistan, now you've made him cry again.

Pakistan turned her head and watched him for several moments without say anything. And he'd called her a little girl.

In all fairness, she did just rub it in his face that he'll never be able to tell Liet how much he loves him because he's DEAD.

...Also, this event has made him cry roughly as much as 5 PMSing girls all the time. What am life. He will facepalm forever at this behavior later.

He pretty much told her that her physical body keeps her from understanding what it's like to love someone dearly and then lose them. So they're about even.

"Maybe you should go back to Wolfram, Poland. He'll take care of you." Her voice was gentle, if a bit distant.

He sniffed. He wasn't really sure he was ready for Wolfram's company, but... he didn't want to be around Pakistan, either, and he'd told her what he had to, so he wiped his eyes and nodded.

"Yeah... Yeah, I totally think I'll do that."

Or go back to his room and cry some more. You know, close enough.

"...Thank you. For coming to tell me."

"It's... no problem. He like, wouldn't have wanted you kept in the dark."

Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he glanced up at her. "I should go. I'll like, see you around..."

She moved to get the door for him.

"See you, Poland."

"Yeah. Later."

And he was gone.

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