vienuolika; action

[vytis]

A; outside 1333 Benny Road
[Lithuania makes a habit of checking the mail before work, so when it arrives he's already dressed to leave, flipping through letters while he finishes eating a bagel. The letter addressed to him doesn't bring any immediate worries--you get things back after events, right? Though he's not sure what could show up in an envelope...

There's a moment of recognition, and it shows in his eyes as he sees the photograph, wide and almost willing to bolt.

And then he hisses as the first scar carves its way back into his back. He balances unsteadily against the mailbox.]

B; 1333 Benny Road
[It's not like Lithuania to skip work for no reason, or to not be bustling around the house when he is home. But no, he's laying stomach-down on the couch, having not been able to make it into his room. He's hoping no one will notice him, and the girls will just go to school without comment.]

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A!

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[Koharu had been walking to school that morning, happy as could be, like every drone, when she stopped in her steps and shook her head. Her head whipped around and she remembered where she was. She calmed for a moment and then kept on her way, because not going to school would get her punished--

and that way just happened to take her past Lithuania, who appeared to be in pain]

L-Lithuania? Are you alright? [She rushed up, putting a hand out hesitantly but not yet touching]

[vytis]

[Luck wasn't on his side today, was it? He forced a smile, even as his hand rested on the mailbox. The scar had settled into dull aching for the moment.]

I'm fine, Miss Koharu. Ah, I haven't seen you in--

[He barely managed to keep from crying out, gritting his teeth instead, as another scar tore into his back.]

...How are you?

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[Her concern didn't fade, she knew the look of hiding one's pain] I-I'm alright, I think...I was droned but...You don't look well.

[vytis]

You missed--an event. I'll be fine, Miss Koharu, really.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

What happened? Are--You don't seem alright!

[vytis]

Really, I'm--

[This time he does yelp, because two more come back at once. Why does this have to be dragged out? Then again, he'd probably pass out if he got every one of them at once.]

A

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

[A familiar girl in an unfamiliar black cloak watches Lithuania from across the street, as he balances against the mailbox, obviously in pain.]

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

What's happening? [She touched his shoulder then, gently, uncertain of what to do or how to help]

[vytis]

[It's only once the pain fades a bit that he feels like he's being watched, and turns in time for another scar to reappear and make him cling to the mailbox again. Really, this isn't fair.]

U-Um...

[vytis]

It's just--something the town's giving back. Don't worry.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

It's impossible for me not to worry, you look like you're in terrible pain. Y-You should sit down.

[vytis]

Y-yes, I probably should. But really, I don't want to keep you from anything.

[He starts the walk to the house, somewhat shakily. And there's another new-old scar, but at least he's up to the 1900s now.]

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[She steps in to his side, holding his arm] I can afford to be late, I am sure my droned self went to school every day. Do you need anything?

[vytis]

[His smile is incredibly thin, even as he attempts it.]

R-really, don't worry, once I'm inside I can just wait for it to stop and after a little while it'll be okay...

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

I insist. [Voice is firm; she isn't backing down]

Would some tea help? I can make that...

[vytis]

[Well, he can only argue so much in this state.]

Alright, alright, tea would be-- [He makes a strangled noise--oh, he remembers that one, that one was particularly bad.]

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[Her hands flutter nervously as she watches and she just sits him down and rushes to the kitchen. Water has never taken so long to boil]

[vytis]

[Luckily, she misses everything up to World War II while she's waiting. He's just going to be laying on the couch forever kthx.]

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[She comes back with tea and some crackers she found and a few painpills if he'll take those]

I...I brought you some things.

[vytis]

[He sits up when she's back in the room, smiling as best he can.]

Thank you. You're sure I'm not troubling you?

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

You aren't, I promise. I brought some medicine if you'd like it...I don't know how you feel about that. [She sets it on the table and stands there fidgeting]

[vytis]

Thank you. [He takes it, though he's not sure how much painkillers will do with this kind of pain. Still, it will hardly hurt him, and she looks so worried.]

I promise it will go away, it's just a lot catching up with me at once.

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

[Shana will cross to him, and offer a shoulder wordlessly, trying to hold him up.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania needs that shoulder more than he's willing to admit, flushing with embarrassment even as more pain arches through his spine.]

I-I'll be fine, Miss Shana.

[This is possibly the least convincing thing he's said ever.]

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Shut up and let me carry you. We should get you to your house. [She'll help him get that way, trying to put him on a sofa if she can.]