this anon has been sick for the past two weeks. so, fellow anons, i must request some good sick!fic. erm, how about poland/lithuania, where poland takes care of a very sick, bedridden liet? i don't know, roll with it, anons.
You Totally Puked All Over the Bed [pt. 1]
anonymous
June 11 2009, 16:10:09 UTC
To begin with, it had been easy to disguise the sniffle and accompanying cough. Poland was oblivious at the best of times, so more often than not Lithuania hadn’t even needed to hide his stuttering coughs or unfortunately timed sneezes, because Poland would have, by that point, inevitably flounced off towards yet another thing that had caught his interest. It wasn’t that Lithuania wanted Poland to notice, of course. The idea of Poland -clumsy, easily- distracted, and utterly lacking in common sense- playing the role of a gentle carer sent shudders up his spine, but still…
Lithuania frowned in annoyance, before he sighed and rubbed at his eyes in frustration that was, this time, directed towards himself. His illness was starting to make him unusually irritable; especially in regards to his partner, which was something that he didn’t like. Years (around four hundred and ten of them, to be precise) of living with Poland, and several more living alongside him had taught him to appreciate the other for what he was- faults and all- but now
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You Totally Puked All Over the Bed [pt. 2]
anonymous
June 11 2009, 16:13:21 UTC
‘I’m fine now, Poland,’ Lithuania smiled tiredly. ‘Nothing a nap can’t fix. I’ll be as right as rain in the morning.’
‘No you won’t!’ Poland burst out. Lithuania looked back at him in shocked silence. ‘I- I mean, you’re not going to die or anything,’ Poland hurriedly assured him when he realised how serious he’d sounded. He blushed and looked away, ‘but, like, you’ve been asleep for hours and you totally puked all over the bed and the floor which, yeah, was way gross, Liet,’ Poland said with a comically serious expression.
That explained the smell of disinfectant then.
‘Y-you cleaned it up?’ Lithuania rasped, surprised.
Poland scowled, mouth twisting into an offended pout. ‘Of course I cleaned it up. Good God, Liet! Do you really think I’d leave you lying in your own vom? Ew
( ... )
You Totally Puked All Over the Bed [pt. 3]
anonymous
June 11 2009, 16:15:25 UTC
‘Hmm?’ Poland glanced at his watch (The My Little Pony one that Hungary had bought him as a joke. Poland of course had thought it was more cute than funny, and to Hungary’s disbelief actually wore it.) ‘About half eight.’
Lithuania blanched. ‘I-in the morning?’
‘No, silly. In the evening, now get some rest while I go and make you some of my absolutely fabby soup, because if you get ill again, I’m just going to leave you to die. I’m not sitting through you ranting about random crap for hours again any time soon, because some of the things you were coming out with were seriously weird. Honestly, a cat the size of Vilnius, what the Hell?’ Poland muttered as he left the room. Lithuania blushed at that, wincing at the thought of already- forgotten fever dreams. Another thought occurred to him then, one that made his eyes widen considerably
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You Totally Puked All Over the Bed [pt. 4]
anonymous
June 11 2009, 16:16:47 UTC
Poland glanced at him and gave him a small smile, before looking away again. ‘I know you would, so then don’t you think it’s fair that I look after you when you’re sick too? No, fair sounds totally wrong. Point is, Liet, this isn’t like some kind of deal, okay? This isn’t some… some… quid pro quo thing between us. When I saw you in your office, I freaked out. When I first took your temperature and tried to get you changed I was really scared. I’ve… I’ve been so happy to have you back since… you know that it was like suddenly I remembered-’ Poland cut himself off, characteristic shyness creeping in as he turned and buried his head onto where his hand gripped Lithuania’s own. ‘I remembered that maybe someday you won’t be there again, and I don’t like it when you’re not there because then I’m all alone, and I hate it. I hate being alone. I know I’m selfish, but I don’t want you to go away again.’ Even through the muffled sound of his voice filtering up from where his head was buried next to his thigh, Lithuania knew that Poland was upset
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THIS IS SO CUTE. JSKFLKSFJSLDFNSLKDNF. AH. .... I cannot express my delight properly.
Your characterization is perfect!
And I already have a kink for having characters run themselves down to illness and then get taken care of by friends/lovers/whatever and this... this WAS PERFECT. Ah... thank you. Thank you so much.
erm, how about poland/lithuania, where poland takes care of a very sick, bedridden liet?
i don't know, roll with it, anons.
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Lithuania frowned in annoyance, before he sighed and rubbed at his eyes in frustration that was, this time, directed towards himself. His illness was starting to make him unusually irritable; especially in regards to his partner, which was something that he didn’t like. Years (around four hundred and ten of them, to be precise) of living with Poland, and several more living alongside him had taught him to appreciate the other for what he was- faults and all- but now ( ... )
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‘No you won’t!’ Poland burst out. Lithuania looked back at him in shocked silence. ‘I- I mean, you’re not going to die or anything,’ Poland hurriedly assured him when he realised how serious he’d sounded. He blushed and looked away, ‘but, like, you’ve been asleep for hours and you totally puked all over the bed and the floor which, yeah, was way gross, Liet,’ Poland said with a comically serious expression.
That explained the smell of disinfectant then.
‘Y-you cleaned it up?’ Lithuania rasped, surprised.
Poland scowled, mouth twisting into an offended pout. ‘Of course I cleaned it up. Good God, Liet! Do you really think I’d leave you lying in your own vom? Ew ( ... )
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Lithuania blanched. ‘I-in the morning?’
‘No, silly. In the evening, now get some rest while I go and make you some of my absolutely fabby soup, because if you get ill again, I’m just going to leave you to die. I’m not sitting through you ranting about random crap for hours again any time soon, because some of the things you were coming out with were seriously weird. Honestly, a cat the size of Vilnius, what the Hell?’ Poland muttered as he left the room. Lithuania blushed at that, wincing at the thought of already- forgotten fever dreams. Another thought occurred to him then, one that made his eyes widen considerably ( ... )
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anon, your wife another anon sends regards and love and declarations of your amazing-ness. ♥♥♥
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WHY IS THIS SO CUTE. I absolutely adored it anon<3<3
much love!
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Those two are such cute pals, I love it. Also love that you made it not overly dramatic, just perfect. <3 So much awesome, thank you!
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Your characterization is perfect!
And I already have a kink for having characters run themselves down to illness and then get taken care of by friends/lovers/whatever and this... this WAS PERFECT. Ah... thank you. Thank you so much.
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