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Lithuania stared at Belarus, his eyes wide as he tried to make sense of what she said. She didn’t seem bothered at all and only glared.
“Miss Belarus, I…”
“Don’t say anything to me ever again.” Her voice was cold and Lithuania wondered what happened to that beautiful voice she always had. She seemed so different to him. “I’ll say it for you one more time: I don’t like you. I hate you. Leave me alone and if you ever talk to me again, I will cut your fingers off and stuff them down your throat.” The threat made Lithuania gulp. “Stay away from brother, too.”
That was the easiest part of what she wanted, he thought as he watched her walk away. She was still beautiful and he had to hold himself back from showing any emotion in public. He thought of their dates and his heart clenched. She didn’t even want him talking to her or anything. If that was what she wanted, he’d respect it, but it hurt. He truly wasn’t sure what he had done that they couldn’t even try to be friends. All he had wanted was to spend time with her.
Deciding he really didn’t want anybody to see him like this, he concluded the best idea was going home and diving into work. Back home, Poland was there and Lithuania inwardly groaned. He did not want to put up with Poland’s usual antics. Poland was his best friend, but he was tiring.
Much to his surprise, though, Poland didn’t even say anything. He looked at Lithuania and only frowned. Poland asked what was wrong, but Lithuania denied anything was and tried to smile.
“Nothing. I’m just tired from my day out and—she hates me, Poland.” That wasn’t supposed to come out, but it left his mouth before he could even take it back.
Poland blinked. “What?”
“Belarus told me she doesn’t want to see me anymore and I can’t talk to her. Or Russia.” Poland laughed and Lithuania frowned at him. “It isn’t funny.”
“Well, like, her not wanting you near Russia is. Like you really need to be told twice, dude.” Poland’s face looked more sympathetic after. “But everything else isn’t funny, no. Heartbreak sucks and all, but I did tried to tell you she was no good and—“
“Please. No sermons. I just don’t know what changed. I thought she liked me and now she hates me. I have no idea what I’ve done.” At Poland’s uncomfortable face, Lithuania wondered. “Why aren’t you surprised? You’re acting like this was supposed to happen.”
“Um, like, the absolute truth of it all? No. Liet, sorry to break it to you? But she’s hated you since forever. Pretty sure the only thing she liked about the Commonwealth was that you couldn’t try to court her because of vows and junk.”
It seemed impossible. They had gone on dates and you didn’t go out with someone you hated. She didn’t talk much with him or ever start their conversations, but she was just shy and quiet. “You can’t be telling the truth. She can’t have always felt this—“ Poland’s face didn’t show any signs of lying and Lithuania felt his heart break more. “She’s always hated me.” Lithuania hated how small his voice sounded.
Poland nodded and he looked uncomfortable. “Yeah. That’s why she was always breaking your hand and why she kept trying to hurt you. Didn’t you ever wonder why she did it?”
“She’s a very strong woman. She never knew how strong she was.” Lithuania wondered if it sounded as pathetic as he thought it did. Had he just never known? Was it obvious to everybody? Nobody had ever been too keen on the idea of him dating Belarus, especially Poland. Had he always been this dumb? According to Poland he had been and Lithuania could see that Poland wasn’t lying. He really had been the only one who didn’t know Belarus’ feelings towards him and Lithuania suddenly felt humiliated. Poland wasn’t an idiot, but he’d never been very good with people or reading them.
And even he’d known everything about Belarus.
“I think I want to go to bed and not wake up for a week,” Lithuania muttered. A broken heart was bad enough, but now he just felt mortified with himself and the entire situation. How could he have been so blind?
“I totally don’t think so, Liet!” Poland was attempting cheerful as he stood up and looked down at Lithuania. “See, there is no way I’m going to let you just mope around about some girl. We’re watching sad break-up movies and eating fatty stuff. We’ll have a break-up party. Then after that you are going to show her and everybody that you are the strong and mighty Lithuania who won’t let heartbreak keep you down!”
Lithuania certainly didn’t feel too strong or mighty. Nor did he feel like he was in the mood to watch movies about love or eat too much of anything. His stomach was already upset. “That’s nice of you, but I really think I just want to work and—“
Poland was already off, preparing things. It wasn’t much of a shocker that Poland had already decided how they were going to spend their night, but it was surprising that Poland was doing everything on his own. It was a nice gesture and Lithuania knew Poland was just trying to be helpful. He just didn’t see how watching failed relationships was going to make him feel better about his own failed relationship.
When Poland returned, he had three DVDs, a gallon of ice cream with two spoons, and Lithuania’s pajamas. The ice cream was chocolate and Lithuania already felt his stomach getting upset. He wasn’t sure how much ice cream he could handle right now, but his pajamas were more important on his mind. Poland was in his.
At Lithuania’s questioning glance, Poland rolled his eyes. “It’s called relaxing. You’re still all dressed up and you need to rewind, you know?”
Lithuania complied, going upstairs to get dressed. At this point, it was too late to argue with Poland. Not that it would have done him any good. It never did and he felt a little bit of aggravation bubble up. Maybe Poland wasn’t doing anything bad and he was trying to be a good friend, but Lithuania just wasn’t in the mood. There was too much weighing on his mind and he frowned, trying to calm himself down. Poland wasn’t being horrible and so Lithuania tried to remind himself that this was Poland’s attempt at being a good friend. One movie and he’d tell Poland he just wanted to sleep. That sounded nice.
When he was downstairs again, Poland was already starting the movie and Lithuania sat down next to him. Poland put a blanket over their laps and Lithuania worried about chocolate getting on the blanket. He had just washed this blanket last week.
“So like, this movie isn’t really sad. It’s about friendship and moving on from a break-up and stuff. I thought it was totally fitting for the situation.”
The movie itself was about two older women, one was getting a divorce from her husband and went to go find comfort in her best friend. It was a little sweet and Lithuania could find himself enjoying it even though this movie was clearly set for middle-aged women. When the woman discussed her ex-husband and how she had thought they were meant for each other, Lithuania had to ignore the wave of sadness that almost overcame him. It was helped when Poland took a big bite of ice cream with a sniffle, looking ready to cry. What had him so sad Lithuania wasn’t sure. It wasn’t as if Poland was too empathetic when it came to things he didn’t understand. Noticing that Lithuania was looking at him, Poland tried to smile and shared his spoon full of ice cream with Lithuania.
It ended with the moral that friendships were always important and Poland leaned closer to Lithuania, his smile much more sincere this time. A small smile came on Lithuania’s face. If that woman had gotten through a divorce with the help of a friend, maybe he could, too. Not that his relationship with Belarus had ever been that serious. If it had even been a relationship at all. Lithuania wasn’t sure what he believed anymore when it came to Belarus. Everything seemed so jumbled up.
But when he watched the next two movies and they were much sadder than the previous, Lithuania was preoccupied with comforting Poland.
“I’m not crying, Liet. It’s just she’s so perfect for him and –oh my gosh no! Don’t let her go! Liet, he’s letting her go! Make him stop! I totally can’t do this!”
Lithuania winced at Poland pulled on his arm. “I can’t control what happens in a movie!”
Then when there was a sex scene and Poland covered his head with the blanket and Lithuania awkwardly fumbled to fast forward through it. Then when they got to the next movie and the man died, trying to make his way back to his hometown to find the girl of his teenage dreams because he was dying of a terminal illness, Poland was just hysterical.
“This movie is really rude. Really, really rude. Like how dare she be married! He’s dying! He’s dying and she’s married and she doesn’t even remember him and oh my gosh, this movie sucks. Why did I buy this? I should just burn the DVD.”
By the end of it, Lithuania had a sore arm, a still broken heart, and an upset Poland. This had started out as his getting over a break-up night and had quickly turned into a night all about Poland. While Lithuania understood being sad over a couple in a movie after watching it, it wasn’t real. It was a little frustrating since him and Belarus had actually happened and Poland was more distraught over two people who didn’t even exist.
Despite himself, though, he couldn’t stand seeing him like that. He was tired and wanted to sleep, but he offered they watch one more. A comedy and Poland nodded. It was a light-hearted and nothing made Lithuania laugh, but Poland did and that was enough.
The end of the movie had everything fixed, the three men deciding to never do anything dumb again, and Poland was finally yawning. At Lithuania’s suggestion of going to bed, Poland agreed. Poland had gotten everything ready, but Lithuania took care of putting everything away. He was too tired to argue it and they made their way upstairs to their rooms. After they had gotten ready, Lithuania was surprised when Poland suddenly hugged him.
“You’re like, my best friend,” Poland mumbled against his shirt and Lithuania hadn’t hugged him yet. “It sucks seeing you sad and dude, just. Don’t take what happened with Belarus so seriously, okay? You’re great and it’s not your fault she’s got bad taste. You’ll get over it because you really are the totally strong Lithuania. You’ll be cool. It’s a Polish guarantee.”
Lithuania wasn’t too sure if he was as strong as Poland made him out to be or that Belarus just had bad taste. He had a nagging feeling that he had done something to anger her, but couldn’t put his finger just on earth he had done. Regardless of the heartbreak and the confusion, Poland’s words were still sincere and it wasn’t too often Lithuania heard something like that coming from Poland. Lightly hugging him back, a small smile made its way onto Lithuania’s lips as he murmured words of gratitude.
That night as he laid in bed, Belarus cruel face and words came back to him, haunting him almost. Sleep was hard to come by, but when he remembered what Poland had said, he decided that maybe it wouldn’t be entirely too hard to try to believe in those words. He calmed down soon after and fell asleep, repeating to himself that one day his heart would mend itself.