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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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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."

The blond tilted his head, confused. "Like, what do you mean, what I needed you to do?" Lithuania was his best friend, his only love, and was always really caring and accommodating. He couldn't recall there ever being anything he'd honestly needed that Liet hadn't given to him willingly.

"I - he said-" Helplessly, he raised his hands, dropping his hands on Poland's shoulders and pulling him closer. "I'm sorry, I really should have known that it wasn't you."

Part of Poland--a large part, to be honest--wanted to be angry that Liet hadn't noticed. But... well, he was a really crappy liar, right? So maybe his mirror was a really good one.

More to the point, there was an even larger part of him that just wanted Liet to be happy, that couldn't stand seeing him so upset. He leaned his forehead against the other boy's, eyes closed, running his fingers soothingly through the soft, dark brown waves of his hair.

"Liet," he murmured, as soothingly as he could. "We're cool. Okay? We're totally cool. So you can tell me, and I totally won't get pissed... Liet, what'd he say?"

Edited 2010-08-15 16:32 (UTC)

"He..." Lithuania stared down at his hands. "I... I don't remember all of it, I- Everything is a bit hazy." He took a deep breath. "He came back into our room and told me that you- he had been kidnapped, and come back. And with what happens here all the time... He wasn't sure how much time we still had, and that maybe we shouldn't wait until the wedding, because if- if the mansion did something to him before that... And he wanted to know that I still wanted him, after... after everything. But then... When - when he tried to..." And at this point, his voice faded away. He just couldn't say it. Too vulgar, too embarrassing. Too...

Even more because he knew just how much his body had wanted to let it happen.

The blond groaned in embarrassment, tucking his face down against Liet's neck to hide his blush. It was humiliating enough, knowing that someone looking just like him had been running around acting all whorish... but did he really have to pull that kind of stunt on Liet, too? Really?

"Ohmigod," he muttered, the sound of it muffled against Lithuania's shirt collar, "that total creep! I like, can't believe him!"

Edited 2010-08-16 02:25 (UTC)

"It's not your fault!" If he was able to... he would kill mirror!Poland, for doing this to Poland. For doing whatever, Poland sounded like there was more. But he knew that he would not be able to even harm the boy in the slightest, even knowing exactly who he was. Because he could never hurt someone with Poland's face, even if he liked to think that he could resist every demon. One that wore Poland's face... he wasn't so sure.

"Well, duh, of course it's not!" For a Catholic, Poland could be remarkably adept at not blaming himself. "But that like, doesn't stop it from being super sketch... he was like, acting that way to other people, too, and Liet, what if everyone thinks I'm a total skank now?"

This just got Poland an utterly terrified expression from Lithuania. "He did what?!" What if people thought that Poland was ...that... and acted accordingly? What if someone - "Did you tell them that that isn't true?"

Poland didn't like this line of conversation. The very idea was just so... awkward. He shouldn't have said anything, but he was stuck talking about it now... He frowned, still pink in the face from humiliation.

"Um, duh? But like... I don't know. I totally don't know who he was around the whole time, you know? Besides... Wolfram, and Tim, and Ryohei, and Ryuho, and you. And Nai and Elaine, but apparently he was just a bitch to them. Like, what if there were others? He was around for like two days..."

"At least it were only men." The thought itself still terrified him, he had come to terms with him and Poland being a-okay with God, but they would be married. What that mirror had done - Still, it was a good thing, somehow. Even though it had been the mirror, Poland would have to take responsibility if there was a child. And that would mean that they couldn't marry because Poland would already be married.

"...Oh, gawd. I totally didn't even... I haven't talked to any girls who met him? Besides Elaine. And she said he was like, totally mean to her and junk, so I don't think..." Maybe there was something he and his mirror had in common, after all... It hadn't so much as crossed his mind that his mirror could have been intimate with a woman, because it never crossed his mind to do so himself.

"But... it's still super freaky, you know? And... I mean, if you thought he was me..." What if there were men he didn't know about? What if... what if they wanted him to do to them what his mirror had? Feeling distinctly uncomfortable, he clung to Lithuania's shoulder.

Lithuania had the same thought. And he really could only think of one way to ensure Poland's safety from that. "If no girl shows up within the next week." He took Poland's hands, pulling him up to his feet and looking him in the eye. "I know it is a bit suddenly, but... We should have the wedding as soon as possible." His expression changed from serious to a soft smile. "I'm sure we can have everything together in two weeks."

Poland blinked, scarcely sure that he'd heard Lithuania right. Had he imagined that? The blush on his face darkened, as he took in his fiance's gentle smile and calm eyes--he'd heard it, right?

"Liet..." For a moment, he chewed at his lower lip, but he couldn't help himself from smiling. "Totally. I... I like, found that priest that you were talking about all that time ago! We could ask him to help, for sure."

There was nothing that could make Lithuania forget about everything that had happened as easily as Poland's smile. It still remained in the back of his mind, but for now, it was definitely pushed aside by the butterflies that were dancing in his stomach. He laughed happily, wrapping his arms around Poland's hips and pulling him up and around to look up at the now taller boy's face.

"We should ask him as soon as possible."

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