knocks calmly on Lithuania's door with tears in his eyes and a knife in his hand.
((WOAH, WHY ARE THERE KNIVES? /lurkslurkslurks))
((XD YOU'LL SEE.))
opens the door. He isn't quite sure if he's happy to see Poland or not, but he doesn't want to turn him away. "Hi." And then he notices the
knife. "L-lenki...? What are you doing?"
immediately begins crying upon hearing the other man's voice and throws his arms around him. He kisses Lithuania deeply.
can't really enjoy the kiss due to the KNIFE in close proximity, but none-the-less takes this as the start of some kind of apology. He pulls
back. "Lenki, w-why do you have a knife?" He doesn't want to be scared, not by Poland, but he's certainly nervous.
cries harder. "A-aj, I didn't...Liet, I didn't realize. I-I'm..." He takes a long, shaky breath and looks up at Lithuania with bright
green eyes as he lifts the knife. "Aš myliu tave ir ... aš atsiprašau." He murmurs in Lithuanian as he plunges the blade straight into his
chest. The blood flows freely from the ever growing wound as Poland tears his heart from his chest cavity. He looks up at Lithuania with
unshed tears in his eyes and holds out the still beating organ. "You can totally have Warsaw, Liet. My hear has, like, always been yours,
anyway." He gave a tremulous smile as bone, sniew, and flesh slowly, ever so slowly begin to knit together. Blood so dark it looks almost
black continues to leak out as he falls, unconcious.
((dfsglkndfg CATCH WARSAW, QUICK.))
The knife clatters uselessly to the steps behind him.
((FORGOT ABOUT THE KNIFE, SORRY.))
looks increasingly confused and worried as Poland speaks. When he stabs himself, his own heart stops in his chest and he stands frozen in
shock and disbelief. Tears immediately spill over and he begins to shake uncontrollably. "Lenki...why...? Laikyti ne..."
He gasps as Poland pitches forward and scrambles to catch him (all of him) before he hits the ground. He frantically runs his fingers over
Poland's chest and face. "Lenki, LENKI! Wh...why...j-jūs taip kvaila! K-kodėl jūs to nedaryti??" He's shaking too much to anything useful,
so he grips Poland's shirt tightly and shakes him. "Kvaila!"
((XDDD The "all of him" part made me laugh a LITTLE too hard...))
can detect a vague thought in the back of his mind that tells him that he should not keep Poland lying (BLEEDING) in the middle of the
doorway. He feels too shaky and weak to pick up outright, so he wraps his arms around him from behind, and drags him over to the couch. He
goes back to the door to get Warsaw (HIS HEART, oh God, that's his heart) and shut out the cold. He places it on top of Poland's chest, and
collapses into the chair next to him. He tries to wipe his tears away, but only smears blood on his face. "Kvaila...aš tave myliu..." He
clenches his eyes shut and sobs. "...f-fuck!"
wakes slowly, his conscious mind weaving through the dense fog of darkness it had been enveloped in. The first thing he is aware of his
a white, scalding hot sensation from what his body tells him is the general vicinity of his torso. The second thing he is aware of is a
loud, high-pitched scream of pain. It takes him several moments to realize that it is his own vocal cords being sceamed raw. His eyes shoot
open and he leans over and promptly vomits on the ground. A distant part of his mind registers that he is on Lithuania's couch, but for the
present all he can do is flop back down gracelessly, panting as beads of sweat pop out on his forehead. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries
to concentrate on just breathing for a moment.
He reaches up to put his hand over the burning sensation, and his fingertips brush against something sticky and slimy. He pulls his hand
to eye level and stares uncomprehendingly at the dark red fluid for a moment before realizing that it is his blood dripping gently onto his
forehead. He groans in pain again. "Nnng...L-Liet?" He asks, his voice hoarse.
nearly falls out of his chair when Poland screams. He didn't expect him to move again AT ALL, and when he hears his name, he moves to sit on
the coffee table, avoiding the mess on the floor. His hands are still shaking, but he manages to gently brush Poland's hair from his face
and grab hold of the hand closest to him. "Lenki...Aš esu čia...I'm here. It's okay..."
Polska
gives
a shaky smile at hearing Lithuania's voice and slowly opens his eyes once more, wincing. "L-Liet..." He says, his voice suffused with warmth
Something in his stomach clenches suddenly as he fully remembers everything that happened. Tears slowly roll down his cheeks. He makes no
effort to wipe them away. "L-liet, I'm...I'm, like...SO sorry. I-I didn't mean to...to hurt you."
grips his hand tightly. "I know you didn't...I know. I j-just want you to THINK before you do something c-crazy! He can't help but raise his
voice on the last few words, his emotions high and fragile.
"Aj, dziki?" He murmured quietly, giving a bitter laugh even though it made him cringe in pain again. "I-I couldn't just...Liet, what I did
to you...it was totally like..." He trailed off, giving a loud sob. He looked up at Lithuania, his expression utterly miserable. "D-do you
remember...'Geh auf deine Knie'...I, like...h-heard it," He began to tremble all over. "*whispered* in my ear every night...f-for, like,
two decades." He pauses, crying to hard to get the words out. "Zrobiłem to," he said. "Litwa, moja miłość...z-Zrobiłem to..."
pets Poland's hair. "No, nonono, it's not like that, it's nothing like that!" He thought he couldn't cry any more today, but there he goes,
proving himself wrong. "L-Lenki, PLEASE, I never wanted you to do something like this!"
Polska
gives
a bitter, uncharacteristically hardened smile and lifts one hand to Lithuania's cheek. "Liet...my, like, sweet, LOVING Liet..." He chuckles
humourlessly and wipes away Lithuania's tears. "I did it 'cause I totally love you, too..."
whacks the table with the heel of his shoe. "I don't want it if it's just hurting you! I trust you Lenki..." He pulls his his feet up onto
the table and rests his chin on his knees, but still keeps a hold on Poland's hand. "I...Kocham cię, Polska...and I know you do too. I don't
need physical reminder of that...." He takes a deep breath and his breath hitches. "So please, PLEASE take Warsaw back...?"
frowns and sniffles slightly, his tears finally stopping. With immense effort, he manages to pull himself into a sitting position.
He holds Warsaw, his pale fingers slippery with the blood that was staining them. He takes Lithuania's hand and places it on the other side
of his beating heart, breathly deeply. "Liet...my heart...Warsaw...it, like, beats for you. I...I, like, want you to have it." He stares
into Lithuania's eyes. "...proszę, kochanka?"
He gives a small smile, the first genuine one since their initial argument.
closes his eyes and sighs, trying not to feel immensely disturbed by the situation. He doesn't want to do this, it feels WRONG somehow, and
yet... Poland seems to need this. As much as he didn't understand about why he thought this was the best solution, he could at least
understand that he felt he needed to do it. Slowly, he places his other hand on top of Poland's. "I...okay. I don't...I don't understand,
but okay."
hugs Lithuania gingerly, taking care to avoid the gaping hole in his chest. "A...aj, Liet. You can, like, sew, right?"
pales, immediately understanding why Poland was asking. Well, it's not like he hasn't stitched him up before... "Yes. Just...ah, wait here
((ILY <3))
and I'll get the kit." He leaves Poland's heart there, mentally justifying it by telling himself it was because he'd need to carry the
sewing supplies.
nods. "'Kay! I'll be right here." He hums absently and manages to convince himself that he's not avoiding looking at Warsaw.
looks down at his wound and winces at the large gash. "Liet will fix me up," he says softly to himself.
goes to grab the small sewing kit he had stashed in the bathroom. He tries not to look at himself in the mirror, but he catches a glimpse
in his peripheral vision. He shuts his eyes and searches blindly for the sewing kit, frantically suppressing old memories.
Finally, he finds it and stumbles out of the bathroom, breathing more heavily than he should have needed.
looks up when he hears Lithuania come out of the bathroom. His expression immediately becomes concerned when he sees how pale Lithuania is,
and he struggles to stand. "Liet, what happened? Are you, like, okay?"
kind of just...stares at him. *He's* not the one with his heart laying on his chest. "I-I'm fine. Let's get you patched up." He sits back
down on the coffee table and preps a needle.
gently puts Warsaw on the coffee table next to Lithuania and lays back down. He reaches out and puts a hand on the other man's thigh, still
looking concerned. "Are you, like, sure you're okay, Liet? You're, like...totally pale. I'm the one that, like, just lost all that
blood," he laughs weakly.
manages a weak laugh despite himself. "I'm okay. It's just been a long time since I've done this." ...on someone else. He sets the needle
aside and gets the scissors instead, cutting away what's left of Poland's....ah. That's his shirt.
sees what Lithuania is looking at and somehow manages to blush despite his bloodloss. He can't quite bring himself to look Lithuania in the
eye, and his gaze drifts towards the ground. "A-aj....while we were br-...apart, I, like...missed you, so I, like....w-woreyourclothestobe
closetoyou." He mumbles.
ducks his head and smiles, flattered. He finishes cutting the shirt off and leans over to give Poland a kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry
about it...it's only a shirt." He sets the scissors and ruined shirt down. "I have to get a washcloth, okay?"
smiles slightly in relief, his blush only fading a little. "'Kay," he says.
returns with a damp cloth and starts tenderly cleaning the gash. He becomes hyper focused on it so he dissociate it from the person it
belongs to.
exhales with a quiet hiss at the stinging sensation whenever the abrasive material touches the tender, broken flesh. He clenches his teeth
together and does not try to speak, for fear that he will scream in pain.
finishes cleaning the area and sets the cloth down within easy reach. He picks up the needle and threads it with a dark thread. It may look
pretty gruesome once he's done, but it'll be easier for him to see it. "...You still okay?"
tries to smooth the wince off his face and nods, slowly. He takes a deep, shaky breath. "T-tak...I'm fine." He puts a hand back on
Lithuania's thigh and gives it a reassuring squeeze.
nods. He licks his lips nervously and after taking a deep breath, starts stitching. He focuses more on doing it right the first time than
being overly gentle, knowing it would be worse to go back and redo any of it.
gasps softly as he feels the needle pierce his skin. He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, a muffled whimper managing to escape.
((s-skips a bit, aha))
finally finishes and ties off the thread. He picks up the washcloth again and cleans off the new spots of blood. He puts that down and his
hands almost immediately start shaking, fingers cramped from the detailed work. He rubs them for some relief. "C-can you sit up? I want to
wrap it too...."
((IT'S ALL GOOD, MAN. XD))
reaches out and takes Lithuania's hands in his own, massaging them gently. He nods and inhales shakily once more. "T-tak, I just, like, need
a sec, 'kay?" He waits until his breathing has calmed down, pretending to not notice the absent of a heart beating in his chest. He slowly
pushes himself into a sitting position and sits there for a moment, panting. His face his shiny with sweat from his efforts.
tugs his sleeve down to dab Poland's forehead. He goes to pick up the bandages, and his hand accidentally brushes the heart. He flinches,
but stops the involuntary reaction as fast as he can and exhales slowly. He slowly and deliberately reaches for the bandages and picks them
up, unrolling a couple feet. "Here, can you hold this?" He places the start of the roll in the center of Poland's chest, within easy reach.
notices Lithuania's flinch and frowns. "Liet...please, talk to me. What's, like, bothering you?" He holds the portion of bandage indicated.
wraps the bandage around Poland's chest, just snug enough that it doesn't slip off. "...I didn't want you to hurt yourself like this..."
grimaces and holds as still as he can, to help the process continue smoothly. "I-I didn't know how else to show you...to, like, atone for
what I, like...did. I'll never ask for Vilnius again, Liet...p-promise," he murmured solemnly. He sniffled, though his eyes were dry.
sighs. "I know you won't take it, I know...but i-it hurts to see you like this. L-lenki..." He moves to squeeze in behind Poland and hugs
him gently, almost timidly, from behind.
puts his hands over Lithuania's arms and stares down at Warsaw. "It hurt even more to fight with you, Liet. It, like, hurt when you asked if
I would, like, ever give up Warsaw...and I realized the answer was nie. N-n...I, like, thought I'd never say no to you, Liet," his voice is
quiet and sad.
shakes his head. "It's not....it's not about Vilnius or Warsaw, not really. I just...want to know you listen to me, Lenki."
looks up at him and stares into his eyes. "I had, like, always thought I did, but...I-I'll totally try, Liet. I'm so sorry...I never meant
to, like...ignore you."
((The sad thing is, he's telling the truth. He's that oblivious. XD))
looks over Poland's shoulder at his heart and feels his eyes start to well up. "T-thank you..."
turns around as best as he can to give Lithuania a kiss. "Mm-hmm...s-so...will you, like, take me back, Liet? Please? I, like, need you..."
kisses him back. "Of course."
doesn't quite have the energy yet for his usual exultation, though he does manage a tired smile. "Liet...can we, like...sleep together? I
haven't been able to sleep at all...without you next to me," he admits, embarrassed.
closes his eyes and nods, also tired. "Mmm..." They're still a complete mess, and as exhausted as he is, Toris doesn't want wait until
tomorrow to clean up. "How about a bath first?"
Polska
thinks
about this for a moment. "...together?" He asks, his tone more like a hopeful child than a lover in that one instant.
nods again. "Yeah." He stays where he is for a moment, enjoying the closeness but simultaneously perturbed by the lack of a pulse. He
carefully stands, legs a little wobbly, and holds out a hand to help Poland up as well.
puts his own slim hand in Lithuania's and smiles at him. "'Kay...we are, like, totally grody and junk," he says, finally noticing all the
fluids covering them and the couch he had been lying on.
Liet
is
suddenly worried about Poland being up and walking around. "Ah...do you want me to, um...carry you?"
looks up in surprise and stares at Lithuania for a moment before a slow smile curls his lips upward. "Well, like...if you want to," he says,
trying not to fan himself.
blushes a little. He picks Poland up bridal style, since it seems like it will be the least jarring for his injury.
gasps slightly as he orients himself. He wraps his arms around Lithuania's neck and melts into him, beaming. "You're, like, soooo cool,
Liet. It's totally hot," he says with a sigh.
Liet
feels
Poland's breath against his neck and goes warm all over. "Ah, well..." He takes this chance to look away, carefully maneuvering them
up the stairs and to the bathroom.
nuzzles Lithuania's neck and tries not to squeal happily.
sits him down on the counter to start running the water. He lingers next to the tub to continually check the temperature, his normal
worrying tendencies working in overdrive.
doesn't quite have the energy to swing his legs like he normally would, and sort of kicks them half-heartedly, watching Lithuania's
movements.
((AH, BUT "NO-HEARTEDLY" WOULD BE FAR MORE APPROPRIATE /shot))
Liet
is
finally satisfied with the temperature and volume of the water and shuts off the faucet. He sits back on the floor and reaches over to take
off Poland's shoes.
continues to watch him in amused fascination. He giggles and kicks the shoes the rest of the way off his feet before sliding off the counter
to join Lithuania on the floor. He moves his hands toward's Lithuania shirt, asking permission to take it off with his eyes.
((Oh, yay, now that both have scars to angst over each other about~))
((oh man XD AND THEY WILL TOO))
((....This is DEFINITELY my fault XDDD))
((Well, LIET'S CERTAINLY ARE. D< Ah, angst...XD))
scoots back to make room and drops his hands to his sides, giving Poland access.
smiles and pulls Lithuania's shirt up, tugging it over his head. He tosses it off to the side and goes to take off his own before realizing
that he's not wearing one, already.
((...of course Poland forgot he has half naked /shot))
((HEY, MAN, IT HAPPENS...PROBABLY. XD))
shivers a little once his shirt is off. He pulls off his own shoes and socks, then reaches over for the waistband on Poland's...er, his
pants, rather.
smiles sheepishly. "Aj, I just, like, really missed you and junk..."