“Oh, well. That.” He feels foolish for having worked himself up over this- it’s Poland, after all, the same Poland it’s always been, and Poland is reasonable (usually). “About Vilnius, actually. I’d like to have it back.”
Poland gives a silvery laugh. “You’re just too much today, Liet. Seriously. If I just gave up my territory to anyone who asked…” He tries to nuzzle closer but Lithuania places a hand on each of his shoulders and breaks them apart, holding him at arm’s length. “W-what?”
“Vilnius is my territory. You know that.”
“Well you’re like, totally wrong.” The playful tone is gone from Poland’s voice now. “It was ours, yeah, but there’s no ‘us’ anymore, so now it’s mine.”
“It’s my capital.”
“Then, like, get another one. Last time I looked, Wilno was full of my people anyway.” He shrugs away from Lithuania’s hands now, taking a step backwards, eyes narrowed.
“Get…get another one?” God, that was so like Poland- what the hell was he thinking sometimes? “Why don’t I just take Warsaw, then?” he asks sarcastically.
“That’s like, not even fair,” protests Poland. “Warsaw is like…”
“Your heart?” supplies Lithuania scathingly. “Your soul? What do you think Vilnius is to me? How do you think it would feel if someone laid claim to Warsaw? But you can just pick another capital, right?”
He remembers, too late, that Warsaw did indeed belong to Prussia not long ago, and the words cause a sort of agony to contort Poland’s face, but he finds he does not care. The same look must be on his own face right now, and it certainly doesn’t bother Poland…
“Look, I totally get where you’re coming from,” says Poland, one hand clenched in the fabric of his shirt over his heart, and Lithuania knows that it’s a physical pain, because he feels it too, “but come on. Wilno is-“
“VILNIUS!” shouts Lithuania, and Poland jumps.
“My, my, so much noise,” says a lazy voice at the door, and Lithuania watches Poland’s face go from white to gray before turning to see Russia leaning against the frame of the doorway. “After so many years, you still cannot manage to settle things like adults? Must I separate you? Again?” He laughs softly.
“What are you doing here?” asks Poland stiffly, and to his credit he doesn’t back down, though he is still a sickly ashen color. Russia spreads his hands, shrugs, and smiles in that unhealthy way only he can manage. He is wearing his coat and scarf despite the heat and because of it Lithuania can see no sign of his last skirmish with Poland besides a dark bruise at his jaw.
“I heard shouting and I came to investigate. Like a good neighbor.”
Lithuania thinks it is only too likely that he has been standing just outside the door for nearly the entire conversation but he can’t bring himself to ask.
“Yeah, well, you can totally leave now. This has like nothing to do with you,” Poland says bitterly. Russia’s eyes linger on him.
“Oh, but I am interested now. Everything is happening just as I had hoped.”
“Get out!” cries Poland, losing his temper completely, the blood rising in his face. Russia shakes his head and wiggles a finger at him, tutting, then fixes his gaze squarely on Lithuania.
“Isn’t it tragic when friends argue?” He steps into the room and Lithuania tenses, but Russia only lays a hand on his shoulder. “Especially they used to be so close. But I wouldn’t worry.”
He leans close to Lithuania’s ear but lowers his voice only slightly. “He will not give up easily, but it is bound to happen eventually. After a little persuasion, perhaps a little fight. He thinks he can take you, you know. I suppose he could. You aren’t so strong on your own.”
Poland’s eyes are round, his mouth slightly open, trying to understand just what the hell Russia is trying to do. Lithuania already knows, and his heart sinks even lower.
“But then, there’s always the option of finding an ally. Strength in numbers. I wonder, does he have many enemies?”
“Liet,” pleads Poland. “Don’t listen to him.” Uncertainty and maybe fear shake his words.
Lithuania doesn’t want to listen, of course- to either of them. In the end he is only deciding who will take Vilnius from him, and there is a pain in his chest like nothing he thought he could ever experience. Only sheer force of will keeps him from doubling over. Russia’s mouth is hot at his ear, his voice smooth and soft.
“Give him time to decide, yes? But not too much…if you have to take it back by force, you ought to do it while he is still weak.”
Lithuania doesn’t notice that his hand is over his heart until Russia’s glove covers it with the delicate caress of fabric over skin.
“Talk to me,” says Russia. “If he doesn’t come to his senses.”
He strides across the room to the door without another word.
“Liet,” says Poland bleakly, begging, but there is nothing left to be said. Both of them have contributed their final words.
And all Lithuania can do is shake his head and follow Russia.
[Pfft, sorry, can't count. >.> Hope you enjoyed, I haven't written fic in ages. ^^]
This was simply beautiful, and perfect, and incredibly painful, anon. You did them both justice in your writing - more than that, a service. I really can't even describe the emotions of reading this. Absolutely incredible.
And this: In the end he is only deciding who will take Vilnius from him, and there is a pain in his chest like nothing he thought he could ever experience.
It phrases the situation so accurately and heartwrenchingly, and it almost makes Lithuania's decision seem worse, knowing that this is Hetalia and not the history itself so at least he could have let himself go to Poland who actually loved him.
tl;dr you can have all of my children, all my internets and my undying love, gratitude and respect, anon. ;_; Please write more fic with Liet. Even if you haven't written any fic in a while, if this is anything to judge by, you shouldn't let that stop you, at all. The meme needs more fic like this. <3
Conflict about Vilnius is one of my favorite incidents in Poland/Lithuania relationship (whatever it's friendship or romance). I don't know, I love angst?
And you wrote it beautifully! I love especially Lithuania in this and his pain is so very touching v.v I love it.
Oh God, this is perfect. Poland's complete obliviousness to how much he's hurting Lithuania is wonderful, as well as the shift to spite when he figures out that Lithuania doesn't want him. And Russia... there are no words for the awesome of your Russia.
This is amazing in so many ways and because both of them are so in character. I can absolutely see them having this conversation exactly like that. And I salute you for bringing in Russia. Every fic becomes an instant win with him.
Dear anon, that was absolutely amazing. You have no idea how much you made me cry. I... I don't really know what to say, aside from that you can have all my babies and internets and whatever because this was sogood.
Especially how you described how Poland is different and just the innocence behind the intentions and oh my god, I think I'm going to start to cry again just thinking about it. You have an instant fan here if you ever write anything more for them. Because... just... I don't have enough words to tell you how amazing it is. You captured them perfectly &hearts
this entire piece was so, completely, /right/. i really enjoyed the spare descriptions of setting and how it corresponded to the characters. poland and lithuania were terrificly in character, and i russia in the last part was chillingly perfect.
great piece. i hope you plan on writing some more, you show a skill for portraying emotion and tension.
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Re: In Vilnius [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2009-02-08 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)Poland gives a silvery laugh. “You’re just too much today, Liet. Seriously. If I just gave up my territory to anyone who asked…” He tries to nuzzle closer but Lithuania places a hand on each of his shoulders and breaks them apart, holding him at arm’s length. “W-what?”
“Vilnius is my territory. You know that.”
“Well you’re like, totally wrong.” The playful tone is gone from Poland’s voice now. “It was ours, yeah, but there’s no ‘us’ anymore, so now it’s mine.”
“It’s my capital.”
“Then, like, get another one. Last time I looked, Wilno was full of my people anyway.” He shrugs away from Lithuania’s hands now, taking a step backwards, eyes narrowed.
“Get…get another one?” God, that was so like Poland- what the hell was he thinking sometimes? “Why don’t I just take Warsaw, then?” he asks sarcastically.
“That’s like, not even fair,” protests Poland. “Warsaw is like…”
“Your heart?” supplies Lithuania scathingly. “Your soul? What do you think Vilnius is to me? How do you think it would feel if someone laid claim to Warsaw? But you can just pick another capital, right?”
He remembers, too late, that Warsaw did indeed belong to Prussia not long ago, and the words cause a sort of agony to contort Poland’s face, but he finds he does not care. The same look must be on his own face right now, and it certainly doesn’t bother Poland…
“Look, I totally get where you’re coming from,” says Poland, one hand clenched in the fabric of his shirt over his heart, and Lithuania knows that it’s a physical pain, because he feels it too, “but come on. Wilno is-“
“VILNIUS!” shouts Lithuania, and Poland jumps.
“My, my, so much noise,” says a lazy voice at the door, and Lithuania watches Poland’s face go from white to gray before turning to see Russia leaning against the frame of the doorway. “After so many years, you still cannot manage to settle things like adults? Must I separate you? Again?” He laughs softly.
In Vilnius [4/3]
(Anonymous) 2009-02-08 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)“I heard shouting and I came to investigate. Like a good neighbor.”
Lithuania thinks it is only too likely that he has been standing just outside the door for nearly the entire conversation but he can’t bring himself to ask.
“Yeah, well, you can totally leave now. This has like nothing to do with you,” Poland says bitterly. Russia’s eyes linger on him.
“Oh, but I am interested now. Everything is happening just as I had hoped.”
“Get out!” cries Poland, losing his temper completely, the blood rising in his face. Russia shakes his head and wiggles a finger at him, tutting, then fixes his gaze squarely on Lithuania.
“Isn’t it tragic when friends argue?” He steps into the room and Lithuania tenses, but Russia only lays a hand on his shoulder. “Especially they used to be so close. But I wouldn’t worry.”
He leans close to Lithuania’s ear but lowers his voice only slightly. “He will not give up easily, but it is bound to happen eventually. After a little persuasion, perhaps a little fight. He thinks he can take you, you know. I suppose he could. You aren’t so strong on your own.”
Poland’s eyes are round, his mouth slightly open, trying to understand just what the hell Russia is trying to do. Lithuania already knows, and his heart sinks even lower.
“But then, there’s always the option of finding an ally. Strength in numbers. I wonder, does he have many enemies?”
“Liet,” pleads Poland. “Don’t listen to him.” Uncertainty and maybe fear shake his words.
Lithuania doesn’t want to listen, of course- to either of them. In the end he is only deciding who will take Vilnius from him, and there is a pain in his chest like nothing he thought he could ever experience. Only sheer force of will keeps him from doubling over. Russia’s mouth is hot at his ear, his voice smooth and soft.
“Give him time to decide, yes? But not too much…if you have to take it back by force, you ought to do it while he is still weak.”
Lithuania doesn’t notice that his hand is over his heart until Russia’s glove covers it with the delicate caress of fabric over skin.
“Talk to me,” says Russia. “If he doesn’t come to his senses.”
He strides across the room to the door without another word.
“Liet,” says Poland bleakly, begging, but there is nothing left to be said. Both of them have contributed their final words.
And all Lithuania can do is shake his head and follow Russia.
[Pfft, sorry, can't count. >.> Hope you enjoyed, I haven't written fic in ages. ^^]
Re: In Vilnius [4/3]
(Anonymous) 2009-02-08 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)Not OP, but...
(Anonymous) 2009-02-08 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)This was simply beautiful, and perfect, and incredibly painful, anon. You did them both justice in your writing - more than that, a service. I really can't even describe the emotions of reading this. Absolutely incredible.
And this: In the end he is only deciding who will take Vilnius from him, and there is a pain in his chest like nothing he thought he could ever experience.
It phrases the situation so accurately and heartwrenchingly, and it almost makes Lithuania's decision seem worse, knowing that this is Hetalia and not the history itself so at least he could have let himself go to Poland who actually loved him.
tl;dr you can have all of my children, all my internets and my undying love, gratitude and respect, anon. ;_; Please write more fic with Liet. Even if you haven't written any fic in a while, if this is anything to judge by, you shouldn't let that stop you, at all. The meme needs more fic like this. <3
Re: In Vilnius [4/3]
(Anonymous) 2009-02-08 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)Conflict about Vilnius is one of my favorite incidents in Poland/Lithuania relationship (whatever it's friendship or romance). I don't know, I love angst?
And you wrote it beautifully! I love especially Lithuania in this and his pain is so very touching v.v I love it.
THANK YOU <333
Re: In Vilnius [4/3]
(Anonymous) 2009-02-08 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)-hugs- I may not be the OP, but I can definitely say you caught the spirit of what the request was.
OP
(Anonymous) 2009-02-08 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you so much for this, anon! ♥
Re: In Vilnius [4/3]
(Anonymous) 2009-02-09 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)Re: In Vilnius [4/3]
(Anonymous) 2009-02-10 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)Especially how you described how Poland is different and just the innocence behind the intentions and oh my god, I think I'm going to start to cry again just thinking about it. You have an instant fan here if you ever write anything more for them. Because... just... I don't have enough words to tell you how amazing it is. You captured them perfectly &hearts
Re: In Vilnius [4/3]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-01 08:22 am (UTC)(link)great piece. i hope you plan on writing some more, you show a skill for portraying emotion and tension.