Russia/Lithuania: Russia gets his wish from the world conference - Lithuania's economy collapses or the like, and he has to come crying to Russia for help. Russia is happy to help, with just a few slight conditions. Details are of course all up to the writer, but Lithuania's scars always add a special touch, and heartbreak is love. ♥
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British!Anon apologises in advance for this. It's quite a strangely written story. Also, I got really frustrated with it because I only noticed after writing a page that I'd been spelling Lithuania, Lithwania and Russia, Rwsia. njefjnfjsdjkk
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“Did you hear about Lithuania?” “Lithuania?” “His economy collapsed.” “Fucking hell. Poor guy. He’s never had it easy.” “No, he hasn’t, has he? I could pity him, he’ll probably have to go to Russia for help again.” “Russia? May God have mercy on his soul.”Lithuania hesitated, his hand resting lightly on the frozen wood of the door. He looked back the way he’d came longingly, wishing he had the choice to trek back across the icy tundra to his own home. Slowly, he brought his hand back and knocked hesitantly. Once, twice. On the third knock, the door opened silently and Lithuania had to stop his hand abruptly for fear of hitting Russia in the face. He heard his heart wildly pumping in his ears, and felt a large lump of fear rise high in his throat. Slowly, he swallowed the old fear, and
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Re: I'm Home [Part 2]
anonymous
March 8 2009, 03:17:35 UTC
I LOVE YOU. I've loved you ever since the 900's I started reading this fic. Take my internets and my heart<3. This....This is exactly what Russia/Lithuania is, truly and without a doubt.
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“Did you hear about Lithuania?”
“Lithuania?”
“His economy collapsed.”
“Fucking hell. Poor guy. He’s never had it easy.”
“No, he hasn’t, has he? I could pity him, he’ll probably have to go to Russia for help again.”
“Russia? May God have mercy on his soul.”Lithuania hesitated, his hand resting lightly on the frozen wood of the door. He looked back the way he’d came longingly, wishing he had the choice to trek back across the icy tundra to his own home. Slowly, he brought his hand back and knocked hesitantly. Once, twice. On the third knock, the door opened silently and Lithuania had to stop his hand abruptly for fear of hitting Russia in the face. He heard his heart wildly pumping in his ears, and felt a large lump of fear rise high in his throat. Slowly, he swallowed the old fear, and ( ... )
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