Lithuania found himself hurrying to keep up as America turned and strode through the station. “Ride? Well, yes, but I haven’t in awhile…”
“That’s okay,” came the reply. In short order, America had somehow procured a pair of horses for them from one of the town’s occupants, and had them saddled and ready to go with a quick, practiced ease that told Lithuania he had done this a lot.
They rode out of town into the prairie, but didn’t go as far as Lithuania had begun to think they would. They reached the small, rough-hewn cabin just before noon, and were settled in not long after that, Lithuania carrying their bags inside while America put the horses in the small lean-to stable at the back of the house. Lithuania made them a somewhat cobbled-together but acceptable lunch from the supplies that America had brought, and they ate inside at a table that was just as roughly (but sturdily) made as the little house itself.
America seemed restless, though, and kept glancing out the window. Lithuania ate a little faster, and tried to distract the other nation by asking, “Where are we?”
“A ways into Nebraska,” America answered absently, having wolfed most of his own lunch and now just picking at what little was left.
“Why don’t you go outside,” Lithuania suggested, seeing America shift in his seat again. “I’ll clean up.”
America hesitated, but nodded. “I’ll be on the porch.” Resettling his hat on his head, he went out. That told Lithuania just how restless the other country had been - normally, he would have stayed until Lithuania was done. So the green-eyed nation finished his own food quickly and cleaned plates and glasses swiftly. He hesitated briefly, but took the time to change into a pair of worn pants and an old shirt before joining America on the porch.
America himself was now wearing leather boots over denim pants, a dark blue shirt, and his hat. He’d been lounging against the porch railing, but jumped up as soon as Lithuania appeared, grinning that impossibly bright smile again. Grabbing the shorter country’s hand, he pulled them both down off the porch and led the way into the prairie on foot.
Lithuania accepted the nostalgia that washed over him as they pushed through the long grasses burnished gold by the sun, and made no move to let go of America’s strong, calloused hand still curled around his own. He watched the taller nation, seeing how his eyes reflected the exact shade of the sky overhead, as astonishingly blue as it was.
At last, when the house was only barely visible behind them, America stopped and flung his arms out, gesturing to the great expanse of land and sky around them, his eyes bright and full of a- a wildness that made Lithuania’s breath catch.
This was not quite like anything he had ever experienced before, standing here with clear sight all the way to the horizon in every direction, with the great blue vault of the sky overhead. His own land had no such plains. Poland did, but his were not so vast as this, and Russia’s lands, though huge, had none of the…openness that Lithuania felt here. It was humbling and exhilarating at the same time, and he found himself laughing, spreading his arms out to match America and even spinning around once, his head thrown back to the sky.
“I love it here,” America said then, surprisingly quiet. Something in his face and eyes reflected the vastness of it all, leaving Lithuania even more breathless, overcome with a desperate desire to touch that, to feel it as America must, to…he didn’t even know.
“Big sky country, they call it,” America went on. “I can breathe out here….”
“Yes,” Lithuania murmured, moving around to stand back-to-back with the other nation, trying to make that soothe his sudden need for touch. He forced his hands to hang loose at his sides, and was unutterably grateful when America dropped his own and reached back to thread his fingers through Lithuania’s.
They stood like that for awhile, breathing and letting the wind sweep past them, the sun warming cloth and skin as the grass around them rustled softly.
After a little while, Lithuania turned his head so that he could look west, to find that a line of clouds now marked the horizon there, separating land from sky. “America?” he asked, tugging on America’s hand to indicate the direction he was looking. He felt the nation behind him shift.
“Storm’s coming,” America said, his voice unconcerned, even maybe a little excited.
“Will it be hear soon?” Lithuania asked, wondering if standing out here in the open during a storm was a good idea.
America seemed to eye the oncoming clouds, thoughtful. “Not too soon. But, we should probably go back and make sure the cabin and stable are ready for it.” He sounded a bit regretful, and Lithuania felt echoes of it himself, but let go of America’s hands and turned to face him.
They both hesitated for a moment, eyes meeting, but turned away at the same time. There was something, some new tension, hovering between them now, and Lithuania hoped it wasn’t his fault. He’d felt flashes of this desire before, since coming to America’s house, this need to touch the- the openness, the freedom that were such an integral part of the other nation. It was so unlike anything he’d ever known before, he couldn’t help but be drawn to it, but he didn’t want it to take away from what they already had.
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Lithuania followed America silently back to the little house, and helped make sure that the shutters were fastened over the windows and the horses were secured in their stable, the opening covered against rain and wind. And none too soon, either, for the steady west wind had brought the storm clouds up fast, so that the front runners were already overhead by the time the two nations were back on the porch.
Away east the sky was clear yet, and the clouds overhead were thin, so the sunlight was muted rather than blocked out completely. The daylight took on a filtered, red-gold tinge that contrasted sharply with both the light to the east and the looming black clouds to the west. The first scent of rain in the air came with the next gust of wind, and America lifted his face to it, eyes closed, seeming in no hurry to leave the somewhat meager shelter of the porch. Lithuania came to stand next to him, a little hesitantly, but drawn by the sight.
“Should we…go inside?” he whispered, hesitant to break the mood.
“’S just an afternoon storm. It won’t be too bad,” America murmured quietly in reply, and Lithuania let himself relax as the light continued to dim and the blur of the rain shadow under the clouds became apparent. Thunder rumbled, still a low distant growl in the air.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispered next, watching the play of wind and water over the grass, “your land.” You, he did not say, but meant.
“Yes,” America said simply, for his land. He looked down at Lithuania then, holding his gaze, “It is beautiful.” That did not sound as though he were referring to his land or himself.
The wildness, the un-restraint Lithuania had seen in those blue eyes earlier was stronger now, and overlain by a heat that the smaller nation didn’t think he could be imagining. He swallowed and hesitated, not wanting to do something that would be going too far for their- their friendship, because that’s what it was, but oh he wanted this….
America’s strong arms closing around him and yanking them together solved the dilemma, for there was no way he could (or wanted to) fight such an implacable hold. Their lips met just as the first flash of lightning came, the resultant crack of thunder making them jolt even closer.
They pulled apart when the wind whipped harder suddenly, lashing rain in at them and soaking their sides. America laughed a little, happy and helpless sounding.
“Lithuania,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to the other nation’s, “Lithuania. Is this- Do you want it? Out here, it’s hard for me to think of anything except being, and I want you, and-”
Lithuania cut him off with another kiss, letting his arms slide over America’s shoulders and around his neck, under the hat that had fallen back and was hanging by its cord. This kiss was deeper, hotter, and Lithuania shivered at the contrast of the cooling wind and rain against his side and heat gathering in all the places he was pressed against America.
“Please,” he gasped when they parted again, “please, yes. America, I-” he caught his breath and flushed even redder than he already was, burying his face against America’s neck, finishing in a whisper, “I want to be in you.”
America seemed startled by that, but only briefly, for he chuckled, eyes dancing behind rain-wet glasses. “All right. Come on.”
He pulled them into the house, dark now between the closed shutters and the thick clouds overhead. The filtered light was enough, though, for them to stumble over to the simple bed, still clinging to each other. Lithuania barely had time to catch his breath before he found himself stripped of his clothes, leaving him naked and flushed under America’s hands when his own hands were still fumbling with the buttons of America’s shirt. America chuckled again and helped him.
When he too was bare of clothes, Lithuania had to stop, had to look at him and America let him. Then Lithuania looked up, meeting blue eyes again, and that was all it took for them to be clinging to each other again, kisses hard and needy as America shifted and pulled them down onto the bed, with Lithuania lying stretched out on top of the taller nation.
“Is it-” Lithuania gasped, grinding down involuntarily because it felt so good, “is it okay, like this-?”
“I can’t hold you if we do it any other way,” America mumbled against his lips, his arms snaking around the smaller nation’s back again to prove his point.
Something in Lithuania’s heart thudded painfully at that, and he had to close his eyes and kiss America too hard to get past it. Then he focused himself solely on making the other country feel as good as possible, pleasuring and preparing him simultaneously, hungrily drinking in the words and cries of pleasure falling from America’s lips.
“Come on,” America urged at last, voice husky and deeper than usual.
Lithuania kissed him again as he pushed in, still slow and careful despite how desperately aroused he was. America had given, was still giving him so much already…and then they were together, and America’s arms and legs were wrapping around him and this was what he’d been wanting.
Lightning flashed through the windows and thunder rumbled deep and harsh overhead as they moved together, hot and sweaty and Lithuania couldn’t remember the last time anything had felt so good as this, being surrounded so completely by someone and simultaneously feeling freer than he had ever been before.
Opening his eyes, Lithuania looked down to find that America was looking back up at him, his eyes for once uncovered by his glasses. They looked like twin pieces of sky, warm and open and endlessly blue…
The pleasure crashed over him then, and Lithuania came with a cry that he muffled desperately against America’s shoulder.
He felt large, strong hands soothing him, stroking down his back even as America arched up against him and came as well with a brief cry that dragged out into a long, pleased groan.
They lay in silence then, listening to the gradually decreasing patter of rain on the roof and low grumbles of thunder that were growing distant once more. After a little while, Lithuania shifted, pulling away and moving to lie pressed against America’s side, not looking up at the other nation yet, but hiding his face against the wide shoulder again.
“You all right?” America asked then, fingers under Lithuania’s chin urging him to look up. He did, only a little reluctantly, to find an earnest, worried look on America’s face. “It was okay, right? To do this- If you didn’t really want to-”
“I did!” Lithuania assured him hastily, then flushed again at how forward he was being. Had been. “I have…for awhile,” he admitted then, flushing more but wanting to reassure the other nation.
“Oh,” America sounded startled again. He blinked a couple times, and reached for his glasses, putting them on and peering at Lithuania again. “Why didn’t you say so?”
The green-eyed nation felt his face go even redder at the thought of having approached America about it before now. “It’s not the sort of thing that- I couldn’t- Don’t laugh!”
Because America was now, a light, relieved chuckle. He did stop, but grinned instead, so that Lithuania couldn’t hold back a smile of his own. “If you want something, it’s okay to ask for it.”
Lithuania forced any sadness or bitterness to stay out of his smile, and nodded without saying anything. Here, he was learning, it was okay.
America pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly, somehow managing to relax even further into the mattress. Then, realizing that the rain had stopped, he shifted, reaching up to undo the shutters of the window over the bed. He pushed them open and renewed sunshine flooded in, warm and golden.
America settled down again and pulled Lithuania firmly back against his side, seeming intent on them both staying put for some time. The green-eyed nation could not muster any objection to this, and let his arm rest across America’s chest, his fingers stroking down the other’s arm.
“America?” he asked quietly after a bit, wondering if the other had drifted to sleep.
“Mm?”
“Why did you come out here?”
Silence for a moment, then America shifted a little. “The war. I was having nightmares, and- Well, coming out here is what I’ve just about always done after wars. I’d been getting ready to leave when England brought you over, actually, but-”
“Oh!” Lithuania sat up, dismayed. “I didn’t mean to- You should have said that I was in the wa-mmph!” America had pulled him back down and was kissing him soundly.
“If I really hadn’t wanted you to stay, I would have said so,” the blue-eyed nation said firmly when he pulled away. “And having you around actually helped a lot, especially for those first few months. But coming west has always helped a lot too, and I like doing it anyway. And I’m glad you could come with me, this time.”
That this trip might have had a therapeutic purpose should have occurred to him sooner, Lithuania thought, but he accepted the assurance that his presence was welcome here.
“I’m glad I could help, then,” he said. America’s responding smile lit up his face, and Lithuania didn’t bother trying to suppress his desire to kiss the other country again.
It was interrupted when America yawned, though, and the other nation blushed sheepishly. “I’m a little sleepy.”
Lithuania chuckled. “Then sleep. I’ll make dinner later.” America nodded, pulled Lithuania closer, and let his eyes drop closed. The smaller nation let his fingers play gently through thick golden hair, and eventually fell asleep himself, listening to America’s steady breathing and the wind over the prairie.
They stayed at the little cabin for two more days, exploring the prairie in all directions, fixing up the little house some, and relaxing. They made love, and spent hours just lying quietly next to each other in the grass, staring up at the endless blue sky and breathing.
It was, Lithuania had to admit, very therapeutic.
At last, they headed back to the little town, returned their horses, and got on the next train going west. They went all the way to America’s West Coast, passing through the towering Rocky Mountains and then down onto the coastal plain of northern California. America did some business here, and walked among his people, and then they headed back.
Days later, at last back at America’s house, they settled back into their normal routine. They slept together more often than not, now, but otherwise, life went on as it had before. America seemed much better for the trip, and tackled his work with even more enthusiasm than before, even in the face of those problems that cropped up.
Lithuania felt lightened himself. He knew, deep down, that such an idyllic life as this couldn’t go on forever, but he was now determined to make the most of it while it did.
The memories alone (of vast golden fields, of breathing space, of endless blue) would, he thought, be enough to get him through just about anything.
Fuck, anon, that was absolutely brilliant. Possibly my favourite on the whole meme. This is, in fact, the story I wanted to write, but couldn't, and reading it was so therapeutic, and hot, and delicious. Thank you so, so, so, so much.
Anon, that was wonderful! I especially love how you describe the Great Plains, I'm living on them myself and I get so angry when people say that the area is boring and ugly. I love the way you wrote that scene before the storm, it made me feel like I was standing right there and looking up and the sky with them.
Oh, anon, this is simply lovely. The setting of the plains is so warm and viscerally described -- I could just feel the warmth and the fresh air and the freedom.
Nebraskan!Anon will give you hir soul, all gift-wrapped and with a little bow, because goddammit, this state doesn't get enough love. We're like, the only state that hasn't been totally ruined. The only problem is our politics... (Stupid old, white guys making all the rules.)
Weather: Storming, liek woah. reCaptha: Public ogling.
Coincidence, I love you so much.
(AND THEN I FORGET TO TYPE THE WORDS. /minor fail)
This was breathtaking. You made me love this pairing so much, giving them a relationship I could actually see happening. This was quiet and sweet and took my breath away.
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Western Storm [3/8?]
(Anonymous) 2009-01-30 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)Lithuania found himself hurrying to keep up as America turned and strode through the station. “Ride? Well, yes, but I haven’t in awhile…”
“That’s okay,” came the reply. In short order, America had somehow procured a pair of horses for them from one of the town’s occupants, and had them saddled and ready to go with a quick, practiced ease that told Lithuania he had done this a lot.
They rode out of town into the prairie, but didn’t go as far as Lithuania had begun to think they would. They reached the small, rough-hewn cabin just before noon, and were settled in not long after that, Lithuania carrying their bags inside while America put the horses in the small lean-to stable at the back of the house. Lithuania made them a somewhat cobbled-together but acceptable lunch from the supplies that America had brought, and they ate inside at a table that was just as roughly (but sturdily) made as the little house itself.
America seemed restless, though, and kept glancing out the window. Lithuania ate a little faster, and tried to distract the other nation by asking, “Where are we?”
“A ways into Nebraska,” America answered absently, having wolfed most of his own lunch and now just picking at what little was left.
“Why don’t you go outside,” Lithuania suggested, seeing America shift in his seat again. “I’ll clean up.”
America hesitated, but nodded. “I’ll be on the porch.” Resettling his hat on his head, he went out. That told Lithuania just how restless the other country had been - normally, he would have stayed until Lithuania was done. So the green-eyed nation finished his own food quickly and cleaned plates and glasses swiftly. He hesitated briefly, but took the time to change into a pair of worn pants and an old shirt before joining America on the porch.
America himself was now wearing leather boots over denim pants, a dark blue shirt, and his hat. He’d been lounging against the porch railing, but jumped up as soon as Lithuania appeared, grinning that impossibly bright smile again. Grabbing the shorter country’s hand, he pulled them both down off the porch and led the way into the prairie on foot.
Lithuania accepted the nostalgia that washed over him as they pushed through the long grasses burnished gold by the sun, and made no move to let go of America’s strong, calloused hand still curled around his own. He watched the taller nation, seeing how his eyes reflected the exact shade of the sky overhead, as astonishingly blue as it was.
At last, when the house was only barely visible behind them, America stopped and flung his arms out, gesturing to the great expanse of land and sky around them, his eyes bright and full of a- a wildness that made Lithuania’s breath catch.
This was not quite like anything he had ever experienced before, standing here with clear sight all the way to the horizon in every direction, with the great blue vault of the sky overhead. His own land had no such plains. Poland did, but his were not so vast as this, and Russia’s lands, though huge, had none of the…openness that Lithuania felt here. It was humbling and exhilarating at the same time, and he found himself laughing, spreading his arms out to match America and even spinning around once, his head thrown back to the sky.
“I love it here,” America said then, surprisingly quiet. Something in his face and eyes reflected the vastness of it all, leaving Lithuania even more breathless, overcome with a desperate desire to touch that, to feel it as America must, to…he didn’t even know.
“Big sky country, they call it,” America went on. “I can breathe out here….”
“Yes,” Lithuania murmured, moving around to stand back-to-back with the other nation, trying to make that soothe his sudden need for touch. He forced his hands to hang loose at his sides, and was unutterably grateful when America dropped his own and reached back to thread his fingers through Lithuania’s.
They stood like that for awhile, breathing and letting the wind sweep past them, the sun warming cloth and skin as the grass around them rustled softly.
Western Storm [4/8?]
(Anonymous) 2009-01-30 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)“Storm’s coming,” America said, his voice unconcerned, even maybe a little excited.
“Will it be hear soon?” Lithuania asked, wondering if standing out here in the open during a storm was a good idea.
America seemed to eye the oncoming clouds, thoughtful. “Not too soon. But, we should probably go back and make sure the cabin and stable are ready for it.” He sounded a bit regretful, and Lithuania felt echoes of it himself, but let go of America’s hands and turned to face him.
They both hesitated for a moment, eyes meeting, but turned away at the same time. There was something, some new tension, hovering between them now, and Lithuania hoped it wasn’t his fault. He’d felt flashes of this desire before, since coming to America’s house, this need to touch the- the openness, the freedom that were such an integral part of the other nation. It was so unlike anything he’d ever known before, he couldn’t help but be drawn to it, but he didn’t want it to take away from what they already had.
---
Lithuania followed America silently back to the little house, and helped make sure that the shutters were fastened over the windows and the horses were secured in their stable, the opening covered against rain and wind. And none too soon, either, for the steady west wind had brought the storm clouds up fast, so that the front runners were already overhead by the time the two nations were back on the porch.
Away east the sky was clear yet, and the clouds overhead were thin, so the sunlight was muted rather than blocked out completely. The daylight took on a filtered, red-gold tinge that contrasted sharply with both the light to the east and the looming black clouds to the west. The first scent of rain in the air came with the next gust of wind, and America lifted his face to it, eyes closed, seeming in no hurry to leave the somewhat meager shelter of the porch. Lithuania came to stand next to him, a little hesitantly, but drawn by the sight.
“Should we…go inside?” he whispered, hesitant to break the mood.
“’S just an afternoon storm. It won’t be too bad,” America murmured quietly in reply, and Lithuania let himself relax as the light continued to dim and the blur of the rain shadow under the clouds became apparent. Thunder rumbled, still a low distant growl in the air.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispered next, watching the play of wind and water over the grass, “your land.” You, he did not say, but meant.
“Yes,” America said simply, for his land. He looked down at Lithuania then, holding his gaze, “It is beautiful.” That did not sound as though he were referring to his land or himself.
The wildness, the un-restraint Lithuania had seen in those blue eyes earlier was stronger now, and overlain by a heat that the smaller nation didn’t think he could be imagining. He swallowed and hesitated, not wanting to do something that would be going too far for their- their friendship, because that’s what it was, but oh he wanted this….
America’s strong arms closing around him and yanking them together solved the dilemma, for there was no way he could (or wanted to) fight such an implacable hold. Their lips met just as the first flash of lightning came, the resultant crack of thunder making them jolt even closer.
They pulled apart when the wind whipped harder suddenly, lashing rain in at them and soaking their sides. America laughed a little, happy and helpless sounding.
“Lithuania,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to the other nation’s, “Lithuania. Is this- Do you want it? Out here, it’s hard for me to think of anything except being, and I want you, and-”
Western Storm [6/8]
(Anonymous) 2009-01-30 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)“Please,” he gasped when they parted again, “please, yes. America, I-” he caught his breath and flushed even redder than he already was, burying his face against America’s neck, finishing in a whisper, “I want to be in you.”
America seemed startled by that, but only briefly, for he chuckled, eyes dancing behind rain-wet glasses. “All right. Come on.”
He pulled them into the house, dark now between the closed shutters and the thick clouds overhead. The filtered light was enough, though, for them to stumble over to the simple bed, still clinging to each other. Lithuania barely had time to catch his breath before he found himself stripped of his clothes, leaving him naked and flushed under America’s hands when his own hands were still fumbling with the buttons of America’s shirt. America chuckled again and helped him.
When he too was bare of clothes, Lithuania had to stop, had to look at him and America let him. Then Lithuania looked up, meeting blue eyes again, and that was all it took for them to be clinging to each other again, kisses hard and needy as America shifted and pulled them down onto the bed, with Lithuania lying stretched out on top of the taller nation.
“Is it-” Lithuania gasped, grinding down involuntarily because it felt so good, “is it okay, like this-?”
“I can’t hold you if we do it any other way,” America mumbled against his lips, his arms snaking around the smaller nation’s back again to prove his point.
Something in Lithuania’s heart thudded painfully at that, and he had to close his eyes and kiss America too hard to get past it. Then he focused himself solely on making the other country feel as good as possible, pleasuring and preparing him simultaneously, hungrily drinking in the words and cries of pleasure falling from America’s lips.
“Come on,” America urged at last, voice husky and deeper than usual.
Lithuania kissed him again as he pushed in, still slow and careful despite how desperately aroused he was. America had given, was still giving him so much already…and then they were together, and America’s arms and legs were wrapping around him and this was what he’d been wanting.
Lightning flashed through the windows and thunder rumbled deep and harsh overhead as they moved together, hot and sweaty and Lithuania couldn’t remember the last time anything had felt so good as this, being surrounded so completely by someone and simultaneously feeling freer than he had ever been before.
Opening his eyes, Lithuania looked down to find that America was looking back up at him, his eyes for once uncovered by his glasses. They looked like twin pieces of sky, warm and open and endlessly blue…
The pleasure crashed over him then, and Lithuania came with a cry that he muffled desperately against America’s shoulder.
He felt large, strong hands soothing him, stroking down his back even as America arched up against him and came as well with a brief cry that dragged out into a long, pleased groan.
They lay in silence then, listening to the gradually decreasing patter of rain on the roof and low grumbles of thunder that were growing distant once more. After a little while, Lithuania shifted, pulling away and moving to lie pressed against America’s side, not looking up at the other nation yet, but hiding his face against the wide shoulder again.
Western Storm - [6/7] anon fails at counting -_-
(Anonymous) 2009-01-30 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)“I did!” Lithuania assured him hastily, then flushed again at how forward he was being. Had been. “I have…for awhile,” he admitted then, flushing more but wanting to reassure the other nation.
“Oh,” America sounded startled again. He blinked a couple times, and reached for his glasses, putting them on and peering at Lithuania again. “Why didn’t you say so?”
The green-eyed nation felt his face go even redder at the thought of having approached America about it before now. “It’s not the sort of thing that- I couldn’t- Don’t laugh!”
Because America was now, a light, relieved chuckle. He did stop, but grinned instead, so that Lithuania couldn’t hold back a smile of his own. “If you want something, it’s okay to ask for it.”
Lithuania forced any sadness or bitterness to stay out of his smile, and nodded without saying anything. Here, he was learning, it was okay.
America pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly, somehow managing to relax even further into the mattress. Then, realizing that the rain had stopped, he shifted, reaching up to undo the shutters of the window over the bed. He pushed them open and renewed sunshine flooded in, warm and golden.
America settled down again and pulled Lithuania firmly back against his side, seeming intent on them both staying put for some time. The green-eyed nation could not muster any objection to this, and let his arm rest across America’s chest, his fingers stroking down the other’s arm.
“America?” he asked quietly after a bit, wondering if the other had drifted to sleep.
“Mm?”
“Why did you come out here?”
Silence for a moment, then America shifted a little. “The war. I was having nightmares, and- Well, coming out here is what I’ve just about always done after wars. I’d been getting ready to leave when England brought you over, actually, but-”
“Oh!” Lithuania sat up, dismayed. “I didn’t mean to- You should have said that I was in the wa-mmph!” America had pulled him back down and was kissing him soundly.
“If I really hadn’t wanted you to stay, I would have said so,” the blue-eyed nation said firmly when he pulled away. “And having you around actually helped a lot, especially for those first few months. But coming west has always helped a lot too, and I like doing it anyway. And I’m glad you could come with me, this time.”
That this trip might have had a therapeutic purpose should have occurred to him sooner, Lithuania thought, but he accepted the assurance that his presence was welcome here.
“I’m glad I could help, then,” he said. America’s responding smile lit up his face, and Lithuania didn’t bother trying to suppress his desire to kiss the other country again.
It was interrupted when America yawned, though, and the other nation blushed sheepishly. “I’m a little sleepy.”
Lithuania chuckled. “Then sleep. I’ll make dinner later.” America nodded, pulled Lithuania closer, and let his eyes drop closed. The smaller nation let his fingers play gently through thick golden hair, and eventually fell asleep himself, listening to America’s steady breathing and the wind over the prairie.
Re: Western Storm [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2009-01-30 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)They stayed at the little cabin for two more days, exploring the prairie in all directions, fixing up the little house some, and relaxing. They made love, and spent hours just lying quietly next to each other in the grass, staring up at the endless blue sky and breathing.
It was, Lithuania had to admit, very therapeutic.
At last, they headed back to the little town, returned their horses, and got on the next train going west. They went all the way to America’s West Coast, passing through the towering Rocky Mountains and then down onto the coastal plain of northern California. America did some business here, and walked among his people, and then they headed back.
Days later, at last back at America’s house, they settled back into their normal routine. They slept together more often than not, now, but otherwise, life went on as it had before. America seemed much better for the trip, and tackled his work with even more enthusiasm than before, even in the face of those problems that cropped up.
Lithuania felt lightened himself. He knew, deep down, that such an idyllic life as this couldn’t go on forever, but he was now determined to make the most of it while it did.
The memories alone (of vast golden fields, of breathing space, of endless blue) would, he thought, be enough to get him through just about anything.
Re: Western Storm [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2009-01-30 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)*rereads*
Re: Western Storm [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2009-01-31 06:43 am (UTC)(link)♥
Re: Western Storm [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-06 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)WHAT. IT'S SO AWESOME AAAAA.
The west, and the characterizations, and oh my god. ): SO CUTE, so brilliant wtf.
Re: Western Storm [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2009-04-18 05:01 am (UTC)(link)Re: Western Storm [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2009-04-19 05:48 am (UTC)(link)Weather: Storming, liek woah.
reCaptha: Public ogling.
Coincidence, I love you so much.
(AND THEN I FORGET TO TYPE THE WORDS. /minor fail)
Re: Western Storm [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2009-06-26 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)