dvidešimt du

[vytis]

[When Lithuania wakes up, he has to scrub his eyes. It isn't often he has dreams that bad or that vivid, but he doesn't think anything of it, walking around the quiet house, until he hears the television, and hears his name. Was that really-- But he's not gone, that's obvious enough. A mistake?]

A; phone (or action for 1333 Benny Road)
U-um, I'm still here, actually...

[Lithuania's tone is incredibly subdued. He's just not feeling up to much of anything right now.]

B; around Mayfield
[He's not entirely sure he actually has to go to work, if he's "not here". More importantly, there are more supplies in the store, so he should at least see to it that his house is stocked properly. He'll be out in the stores today. Of course, this just means a creepy doppleganger is taking supplies you could use, right?]

(OOC: Lithuania's disappeared, so respond to him as if he were a doppleganger!)

Comments

these keywords are ironic

[vytis]

E-eh?

yes they are. D'=

[webfreedomftw.livejournal.com]

Look, I understand. Artificial intelligence can come in any number of ways, but can you please not insult him like that?

[vytis]

W-what are you talking about?

[webfreedomftw.livejournal.com]

He's gone. So... he's gone. Making on like it was all some big joke and you really are Lithuania isn't endearing you to anyone.

[vytis]

I'm not gone, I'm, I'm talking to you.

[webfreedomftw.livejournal.com]

Now you're insulting my intelligence. Really good way to play it... what should I call you? Toris? The Anti-Lithuania? That has a good ring to it.

[vytis]

I'm real! Estija, I'm Lithuania!

[Did he really give away his existence in a dream? But everyone remembers him, and he's still here, and this isn't fair.]

[webfreedomftw.livejournal.com]

No, you're not.

[vytis]

Yes I am. I am! Eesti...

[webfreedomftw.livejournal.com]

Why are you doing this? Did they tell you to? Or are you defective somehow? Is it the only thing you know how to do?

[His voice is a bit higher than usual, belying just how upset he is by this, despite all the logic in the world trying to counteract it.]

[vytis]

I-I--Estija, I--

[Desperately, he reaches back in his memory and grasps for the first thing he remembers.]

I used to buy you books! Remember? When you lived with me, and I didn't know what to do with you, but you liked to read, and I didn't want you to be unhappy living with me so I'd bring you books from wherever I could get them.

[webfreedomftw.livejournal.com]

[There's another silence, full of Estonia trying to compose himself and failing. He remembered those books, remembered the first few months when Polish drove him crazy, but that's what language most of the books were in, so he fought with it and practised until he knew the other language as well as his own.]

A-anyone could know that.

[vytis]

Not anyone, how many people are still around who know that?

[webfreedomftw.livejournal.com]

You could have gotten the memory from him. There are all sorts of ways to do it.

Please just stop.

[vytis]

Why won't you believe me?

[The force has gone out of his voice; it's quieter, thinner.]

[webfreedomftw.livejournal.com]

Because I don't know you.

[vytis]

[There's a long stretch of silence.]

Es...tonia...

[webfreedomftw.livejournal.com]

Stop it. Please.

[vytis]

[His voice wavers--Lithuania is often emotional and panicky and even dramatic, in the right moods, but near tears isn't a state he enters often at all, even by country standards.]

I'm--I'm sorry.

[webfreedomftw.livejournal.com]

Mmm.

[Estonia clears his throat, trying to turn upset into anger. But so often upset just means more uncertainty. He's not the angry type. Just the one with Baltic Luck to match his brothers.]

Yeah, I bet we all are.

[vytis]

[Lithuania makes a few stammering attempts at--at anything, anything that could convince Estonia he's real, that he hasn't vanished overnight, but there's nothing, and so all the words blur into each other and fall short before he's gotten them fully out of his mouth, his voice wavering and breaking in places, and it's embarrassing and pathetic and everything he's done in Mayfield has been kind of like that and this is just one more thing, one more hideous thing, the worst thing, the worst and it's his own fault

and he can't

]


[He bursts into tears for the first time in decades--the first time he can remember at all when someone else is there to hear him.]

[webfreedomftw.livejournal.com]

[For a moment, he just listens. Listens to how much it hurts, to how much he feels like he's let Lithuania down. Somehow. He should have been a better neighbour, a better friend, a better anything. But now this happened and he couldn't fix it and- No. He's not doing that.]

Goodbye.

[He's hanging up.]