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Baby Come Back [Closed]

Who: Lithuania (

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Where The kitchen
When: The evening of August 9th (backdated roughly 2 days)
Rating: PG-ish, probably?
Summary: After meeting each other's mirrors, Poland and Lithuania were avoiding each other. Now Poland's looking for Lithuania so they can talk things through; finally, he gives up and ambushes him in the kitchen. More or less.
the Story:

Poland was dead tired. He'd slept fitfully since the Queen arrested him, unused to the beds he'd been sleeping in, troubled by the loss of Elaine's friendship, and miserable with Lithuania's sudden absence in his life. Still, tired though he was, he'd kept himself busy in the past couple of days. He'd looked everywhere he could think to for Lithuania, first with Aang's help and then by himself. The gardens, the stables, the woods, less obvious places like the ballroom and the music room.... he'd checked them all what seemed like a dozen times, and there was still no sign of his partner.

Another man might have been tempted to think that he'd gone home, and given up. But Poland... Poland wasn't the giving up sort.

If Lithuania was going to try and avoid him, he'd make it impossible. He'd go to the one place that Liet would be sure to come back to eventually, and stay there until it happened.

And that was why, on the evening of the 9th, Poland was curled up asleep on the floor of the kitchen. Not in the open, of course--duh, that would have been like, totally stupid! He had fashioned a tablecloth and the kitchen table into a makeshift tent, and had another tablecloth wrapped around himself like a blanket. He wanted to stay up and wait, in case Liet came in for a midnight snack, but his eyes just wouldn't stay open anymore... Just a little nap, and he could go back to watching and waiting.

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Lithuania entered the kitchen in the dead hour of the night, hoping to not run into anyone. He missed Poland badly, but at the same time he just had no idea how to face him. Running just seemed much easier.

He shuffled around, fixed himself some soup as quietly as possible, and carried it over to the table to eat. No matter how much he wanted to leave and run back to the room that he was hiding in currently, he couldn't carry this up there.

Sliding in behind the table, to be able to keep an eye on the door while eating, he let his legs slip under the tablecloth.

Poland was rudely awakened by a boot in his side. Honestly, this was exactly the kind of thing that had made him move to under the table in the first place... Groaning slightly, he shoved the offending foot away.

"Gawd, watch where you're stepping," he mumbled in Polish, still half-asleep.

Lithuania made a shrinking noise that was about as girlish as he got, and tugged his legs to his chest, bumping his knees against the underside of the table, which caused another pained yelp.

And then he held his breath, hoping that Poland would get back to sleep.

The loud thump of Lithuania's knees against the table pulled Poland further out of his sleep, and he rolled over to glare at the offending legs.

The offending... oddly familiar legs. He blinked. Those boots had definitely looked like Liet's, in the split-second between him rolling over at them disappearing back behind the tablecloth. And that voice was also familiar...

Pushing away the tablecloth, Poland did what any sensible nation would do. He wrapped Liet's lower legs in a tight hug, effectively preventing any escape.

"Gotcha!"

His first, instinctive reaction was to pull away, to get his legs out of Poland's grasp and scramble away. But after a moment of struggle, he realized that he would hardly be able to get out of the blond's hug, and that he really couldn't run from it forever.

Thus he went still in the other male's arms, unsure of what to do next. After all Poland tended to take the lead when he didn't say anything (and usually when he tried to resist, too), so he could just wait, hoping that everything would sort out itself.

Still... no matter how much thinking he had done, he had no idea how to approach Poland after - after that. What had happened.

Poland considered his options. He wanted to get up, but what if Liet kept trying to run? Best just to ask, he decided. Ask, and act as natural as he could.

"So, are you like, gonna run off on me if I let go? 'Cause I've been looking for you for days, and that would be wicked lame, except I kinda wanna get up, you know? Seriously, this is like, the second night this week that I've slept on this floor, and I'm pretty over it."

Poland had been looking for him? Like... that much? He had slept on the floor when there was a bed?

This sudden developement, having Poland here, have him cling to his legs, and... He just didn't really know how to process it. "Why didn't you sleep in our bed?"

Poland looked away, embarrassed to admit that he'd been searching so hard and equally embarrassed to have to talk about what they'd been avoiding for so long. He didn't have any more idea than Liet did how to deal with everything, but he knew that he didn't want to be without him, and he was less burdened by hesitance than the other nation was.

"I, um." He lay his head against Liet's shin, letting his hair hang in his face to avoid showing how bothered he was. "I like, haven't been back to our room since your mirror came over here."

"You-" And then Poland's words sank in and registered fully. "My mirror-" He tried to jump to his feet and nearly stomped on Poland, hitting his legs hard against the table and nearly twisting his ankle, then, aafter a pained yelp, crouched down to be able to reach out to the blond. "Did he do anything to you? How... what was he? They said that the mirrors are bad, did he hurt you?"

He should have been there. He shouldn't have left Poland. Shouldn't have been hiding. Shouldn't have let his mirror drag him over.

Poland squeaked in surprise at all the sudden motion, pulling back from Lithuania a bit to keep from getting stepped on. There were a lot of answers to all the questions Lithuania was throwing at him, so he decided to do the most important thing first--make sure Liet knew he was all right. The details could come later.

"He tried, but he didn't... I'm like, okay, Liet, so chill out, all right? I'm fine. See?"

"But..." He scanned the other male for any signs of harm, any signs of someone having hurt him. "What did he do?"

And, after a moment: "I'm sorry."

He blushed a little at the memory, fussing with the sleeve of his doublet and not looking straight at Liet. "It's like, not your fault," he muttered, hoping sincerely that Liet wouldn't blame himself for what he was about to tell him. But he was no good at hiding things from him, and didn't want to try right now.

"He, um. He was like, there when I got back from the Queen's place, right? And he acted all like you at first, you know, fussing over me and worrying way too much about whether I was okay... Except like, he kept trying to kiss me, even when I told him I was totally not up for that. When I told him how crappy I was feeling, he said maybe I should try something else to not think about it, so I like, decided to go play dress-up. Something normal, you know?

"Then when I had my clothes off, he like... He kept trying to touch me. Pulled me against him and kissed my ear and told me I was tempting him. And that was when I started thinking something was totally wrong, right? 'Cause like... you always back off when I need you to. You're awesome about that.

"But I didn't quite get it yet, so I like, thought maybe it was you and you just didn't get it? So I told him, right, I was all, 'dude, didn't I just say I'm not up for anything like that'? And he just totally didn't listen! He like, pinned me to the wall, and you know, I got pretty pissed then because he was acting so weird. Bitched him out a little and tried to push him away.

"And then he totally hit me! Lame, right? And that's when it clicked, like, oh, my God, this totally isn't Liet, 'cause there's just no way you'd ever freaking slap me for saying I didn't wanna put out. I mean, you wouldn't have been acting like such a jerk in the first place, but right then, it was just like, no.

"So then I called him on it and totally kicked his ass!"

He decided to not mention the details about the fight unless he had to. Liet would probably freak out forever if he knew his mirror had tried to shoot him.

Lithuania just bent down, pushed the table back and pulled Poland into a hug, softly rocking forth and back while chanting apologies into the silky blond hair. He shouldn't have let that happen, never, never let that happen. Things had already been bad enough for his friend.

But why, if Poland was talking about it like that now, why had he been that desperate about lying with him earlier? Why... maybe the mirror had said something... "Poland... you know that I love you, and will never leave your side, and don't want to see you hurt?"

The blond leaned in against Lithuania's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his waist. It felt good to hold him, after so long away from him. Reassured Poland that he was really there, talking to him and caring for him.

"Duh. I totally know that... That's like, how I knew it wasn't you, right? 'Cause you'd never have acted like that, not in a million years."

"And... and that I still want you, despite- despite everything, just... just not before the wedding night?" The last words are very fast and hurried, and his face is heating up just as fast. It's out, and talking about it is so horribly awkward, but this needed to be said.

Poland blinked. "Um, duh? I'm totally with you on that. Seriously, where did that c--ohgawdyoutotallymetmymirrordidn'tyou?"

It was amazing, how suddenly and how intensely he wanted to smack his own head into the wall a few times.

"Oh, good, I-I am glad tha-" And that was definitely too fast for Lithuania to understand it. Something that ended on 'you'. "I'm sorry, come again?"

"My mirror." The blond tucked his head down, hiding his face against Lithuania's shoulder. "You like, met him, didn't you? Otherwise, you... you like, wouldn't have any reason to be worried about me wanting to do stuff before we're married."

"Then-" The brunet blushed a even deeper shade of red, not sure what he was supposed to do next. "If that was your mirror-"

"I didn't do anything!" He shook his hand, trying to make his point clear. "I mean, I didn't - we kissed, but - nothing more, and-"

Poland blinked. Honestly, he hadn't even expected that Liet would have done anything, but that defensiveness made him worry somewhat.

"You'd like, better not have! Ohmigod, what'd he do to freak you out so bad?" He knew the mirror had tried to sleep with just about everyone he knew, and that didn't give him a good feeling at all about what might have happened between him and Liet.

"He-" This was a hard one, because - just everything about that encounter had made him 'freak out'. "He was strange. I... I thought I didn't know you anymore, that ...I'm sorry. I should have realized that it wasn't you, I really should have known, I shouldn't have let him..." Because that really troubled him the most. He should have been able to tell that it wasn't Poland himself, that it was some kind of fake. He really, really should have been able to tell.

Well, that was no good. Poland hated to see those looks on Liet's face, the ones that went well beyond his everyday level of worry. He felt his own features settle into a concerned little pout, as he pulled back and touched the brunet's cheek comfortingly.

"Yeah, for sure. But like... Liet, he didn't hurt you, did he? Or... I don't know. You're like, okay, right...?"

He didn't know what he'd do if Liet wasn't, aside from finding some way to kill his own mirror.

"No." He softly brushed the hair out of his friend's face. "I'm alright." He didn't really felt it, and looked shaken, still, but he wasn't hurt, not in the strict sense.

"I... We didn't have a fight, or anything. I just... I left, he left, and I didn't know how to do what you needed me to do."

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