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[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!)
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!)
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Every terrible thing he's ever done to Lithuania just keeps replaying in his head. Centuries upon centuries of bad memories on a constant loop every time he even tries to look at the doppelganger.
Every obnoxious word, every selfish gesture, every single little thing...
Why wasn't he a better friend? There must have been something he could have said... something he could have done...]
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You'd believe your own people, right? I had to, but this--they said no one would remember, this isn't what I wanted, and it was just a dream, it wasn't--I didn't really do anything!
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Had everything between them really been so terrible that Lithuania wanted it erased forever?]
That's like even worse... I would never ever want to forget him.
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[He feels like he's confessing, or something. Poland doesn't even believe it's him, but he has to tell someone, and what he wants is sympathy, but he's not going to get that, is he?]
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[Lithuania looks down at the doormat.]
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It probably doesn't make like any difference telling you this. It's not like you can relay the message to someone who's not there anymore but...
I hope it worked out like you wanted. I hope you're happy now.
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No one's happy right now.
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His shoes drag along the sidewalk as he walks around aimlessly. Mayfield was so ridiculously small, it seemed impossible that it could cause people as much sadness as it did. Yet it did.
It made Lithuania think he was doing something noble, turning him into some kind of martyr for some pointless cause. It made him think he was saving people, when really it only hurt them. It made him think he wasn't needed. It was unforgivable.
But somehow Poland can't help but think that Lithuania should have been better than that. Better than some stupid trick, inside a stupid dream, from some stupid little town. He can't help feeling angry at him. Disappointed in him.
It was the worst thing Lithuania had ever done, even if he did it with the noblest of intentions.]
...worst Christmas present ever, Liet.
[Standing on some street he didn't know the name of, while staring hopelessly up at the sky... Poland couldn't stop his tears.]