Lithuania 1

Nearly every day lately your friend/crush goes over to either Poland’s or sometimes America’s house, a point that makes you jealous. Since he’s been spending so much time there, the time he spends with you is almost nonexistent. Of course you knew that he goes over to America’s house to help out and that Poland is his good friend, but weren’t you his friend too?

You stood right in front of Lithuania’s home, thinking about knocking on the door but not doing anything. Before you had come you had received a voice message from the country himself asking if you wanted to come over. Just the thought of finally getting to spend some time with your crush made you feel ecstatic.

Taking out a small mirror from one of your pockets, you double check your (h/c) hair to make sure there weren’t any clumps sticking out in strange ways. Now you aren’t a vain person, but this is your crush your meeting with. Of course you would want to look your best in front of them! Discovering that there weren’t any clumps, you smiled at your reflection. You slip the mirror back into your pocket and prepare yourself to ring the doorbell.

“It’s a little strange that he would invite me over so abruptly, I wonder if something happened.” Taking a deep breath, you press in the button next to the door, vaguely hearing musical notes from within. The doorbell music at Lithuania’s wasn’t like any others. Instead of being excruciatingly loud and obnoxious, his was loud enough to notify the presence of someone at the door and a sound that one never got tired of hearing.

A couple of minutes had passed without anyone opening the door. You tried the ringing the doorbell another two times before coming to the conclusion that Lithuania wasn’t home. Your happy expression fell, now becoming a sad one, as depressing thoughts clouded your mind. Did he really not want to see you? Were his other friends so much more important that he would forget about you?

“That can’t be . . .” You didn’t want to believe your thoughts, but the longer you waited for Lithuania to answer the door, the harder it was to suppress these thoughts. Suddenly a completely different thought occurred to you.

‘What if it’s not that he isn’t coming to the door but more that he can’t?’ This single thought lifted your spirits back up. Yeah, that has to be it!

With your mindset having gotten better, and avoiding a complete meltdown, you proceed in trying to turn the door handle to see if it was unlocked. You pressed down on it and were surprised at how easily it went. “That’s weird, the door’s not locked, which must mean he’s still here!” Slowly and as quietly as possible, you opened the door and stepped into the countries home. “Pardon the intrusion.”

Once inside, you noticed that it was abnormally silent, no soft voices or natural homey noises that were present when entering Lithuania’s house in the past. You couldn’t tell where the country could be at that moment. So, with no clue where to begin, you walk into the nearest room.

“I feel so much like Belarus right now . . .” You mumble to yourself as you stick your head into the room before entering. “Just less . . . vigorous? Or maybe the right word would be extreme haha . . .” Checking the room out, which happened to be the living room, you figure he wasn’t in there. “Maybe he’s in the next room.”

This process was repeated with several more rooms until you ended up in the kitchen. The counters were all sparkly clean and all utensils were placed in their correct locations. Everything just screamed ‘organized’. Which meant that one, Lithuania wasn’t in there currently, and two, he hadn’t gone in there at all that day. If he had then there would have been some sign or maybe even a mess of some sort.

“Gosh this is getting hard, where on earth is he?” You scope the room one more time, (e/c) eyes narrowing as you grumble quietly to yourself. “Well this is the last room on the first floor; he’s probably on the second then.” Just as you begin heading in the direction of the stair, you feel your phone vibrate in your jean pocket. “Huh? Who could that be?”

You fish out your phone and swiftly enter the pass code to unlock it. The first thing that pops up is a message box stating that you had received a new text from Lithuania. Your first reaction to the notice was surprise, which transformed into confusion. To help shed some light on this situation, you opened up the text.

(y/n), I’m sorry but something urgent came up and I’m currently on my way to America’s home. I’ll have to cancel our meet up today. Again, I apologize for any inconveniences I have caused with this sudden change in plans.

Atleiskite.

Lithuania

Staring at the words on the screen, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Did he literally just stand you up? At first you wanted to press replay and send him a very angry text on how you were already at his home and waiting for him. But instead you exit out of the message, the screen returning to a picture of Lithuania and you smiling during a picnic.

“How . . . how could he do something like this? Telling me to come over only to discover that he had to leave for another friend’s house! What am I? A toy he can just call for when he feels like it!?” As you ranted, your grip on your phone grew tighter and tighter till your knuckles were white with the force you were holding the phone with.

Noticing the whiteness, you quickly relaxed your hold on returned the phone to its original spot in your pocket. You took a couple of deep breathes to calm yourself. Getting angry now wouldn’t do you any good. You wanted to recheck the text to make sure that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you, but you also knew that if you did you would go right back to ranting.

“I won’t be satisfied until I give that man a piece of my mind!” You marched out of the kitchen into the living room a few doors away, plopping down onto the couch with your arms crossed. “I’m going to wait right here till he gets back.” Suddenly you deflate as an important point pops into your mind. “But I don’t even know when he’s coming back . . .”

You fall onto your side, bringing your legs onto the couch. The silence in the house was deafening, it felt like the whole world just stopped. You played with some of your (h/c) hair to distract yourself, but that only worked for a few minutes. Huffing, you take out your cell again and locate your music on it.

“Maybe some music would calm me down; it might even help time pass.” You press the play button for your favorite song before setting the phone down beside your head. Just as you predicted, the music calmed your nerves and soon enough you were drifting off to sleep. The last thing you thought about was how sad you were that Lithuania had abandoned you once again.

Time Skip

A loud crashing noise surprised you awake. You sluggishly opened your eyes, rubbing at them to get the sleep out. The music that had been coming from your phone before you fell asleep appeared to have been turned off. When you checked the time you were shocked to find out that you had slept for a good 7 hours.

You remembered the way you had woken up and looked around the room. Nothing had changed while you were sleeping, but you had this feeling that you weren’t alone in Lithuania’s house anymore. It wasn’t just the feeling but also the soft noises coming from the kitchen down the hall. Sitting up, you try to flatten your bed head at the same time as straightening out your clothes, which had gotten rumpled in your nap.

Another crash came from within the kitchen, along with some struggling to be quiet Lithuanian words. Your heart started to beat faster as you got off the couch and gradually walked towards the kitchen. When you approached the doorway, your heart was beating so quickly it felt like it was going to leap out of your chest.

Instead of striding right into the kitchen and telling off the country right then and there, you nervously peek around the corner to locate Lithuania. You did find him, his back to you and crouching down on the ground. His brown hair looked like it had been combed nicely but then moving around had made it get slightly messy. He had on a nice suit which was getting wrinkles in it has he continued to crouch down, picking up what looked like small potatoes.

“Lithuania?” The crouching nation jumped at the sound of your voice, swiftly spinning around to face the doorway. You stepped farther into the kitchen, taking a closer look at his expression. His blue eyes were wide in surprise, his mouth was in an ‘o’ shape, and a light blush covering his cheeks. “I thought you were at America’s place for urgent business.”

Lithuania stands up and brushes out the wrinkles in his suit. “I-I was, up until an hour ago. The urgent business wasn’t as urgent as was said but getting from there back took some t-time. Didn’t you g-get my text?”

You frowned at his stuttering, moving even closer to the nation. “I did, but I was already here so I decided to wait for you.” Lithuania blushed even more the closer you got to him. “Guess I fell asleep while waiting.” An awkward silence fell between the two of you. This wasn’t going as you had planned.

“Um-.” Lithuania and you both started speaking at the same time, and then stopped at stared at the other. All of a sudden you two burst into a fit of laughter.

“You go first, (y/n).” Lithuania waved a hand towards you, his laughter dying down to chuckles.

You smiled at him slightly and responds with his own smile. But your smile quickly fades as you speak. “Why did you call for me today?”

Lithuania’s smile also disappears. “Well . . . I wanted to . . . to talk to you.”

“Then why did you leave before I came?” You stared into his eyes, your expression absolutely serious. When you first took a step into the kitchen, you were fiddling with the hem of your blouse but stopped as you neared the nation. “The timing was just too perfect.”

“What do you mean? America had called me moments before you were to arrive and I had to go.” You couldn’t believe his words and shook your head slowly, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Then why have you been avoiding me the past few weeks.” Turning your head to the side, you gaze out the window to avoid looking into Lithuania’s shocked eyes. “Every single time I call or come over you’re never there! And then today happened, are you just toying with me?!” By the end of your outburst you were shouting.

Silence fills the room once again as you take in deep breathes to calm yourself. Your sight was still on the window as you heard footsteps close in on you. Suddenly you felt one hand on your shoulder and another on your cheek, turning your face so that you were looking back at Lithuania.

“I’m not toying with you, (y/n). It’s just . . .” Lithuania glances down at the floor, the blush from before having doubled in color. Since it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to finish his sentence on his own, you gave him a little push.

“Just what?” The moment that the Lithuanian country touched you, your own face flushed. It had been some time since the last time you were this close to him. “Don’t start a sentence you can’t finish.”

You could tell Lithuania was having a hard time with whatever he was trying to say by the way he was opening and closing his mouth without saying a word. “I-I’ve realized my f-feelings for you.” At his words you stared blankly at him for a moment before stating your confusion in words.

“What do you mean your feelings for me?”

“W-well . . .” Before you knew what was happening; Lithuania leaned in and kissed your cheek softly. “I discovered that I had fallen in love with you, (y/n).” You gaped at him, your face tomato red. He continued on when he realized you couldn’t talk. “I l-learned of my feelings weeks ago, that’s w-why I haven’t b-been able to face you. Whenever I t-thought of seeing your beautiful face I-I would be blushing furiously and I wouldn’t k-know what to do with myself.”

As he kept on going on and on about you, stuttering the entire time, your blush calmed down and you gazed at the country with love filled eyes. To stop him from saying even more embarrassing things, you placed a finger over his mouth and whispered. “I get it. You weren’t avoiding me or toying with my feelings, you were just acting shy.” You giggled as Lithuania smiled, grateful that you had understood him.

“What a-about you?”’ You glanced at him curiously, tilting your head to side slightly. “I told you my feelings, what about yours? How do you feel about me?”

His inquiry made you smile, since it was such an easy question to answer. It had been something you wanted to tell him for so long. “Of course, I love you as well. I have for some time now.” You place your hands on both sides of his face, leaning in closer. Lithuania realizes what you were going to do and closes his eyes just as your lips touch his. The kiss was amazing and you didn’t want it to stop, but when oxygen became a problem you were forced to end the kiss. When you did, you smiled at the country. “Now you won’t go avoiding me again, will you?”

“Never again.” Lithuania wraps his arms around you, pulling you nearer to him. “I’m keeping you close to me from now on.”

You giggle and snuggle into his chest, feeling his hand stroke your (h/c) hair. “I love you, Lithuania.”

“I love you too, (y/n).”