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[Lithuania has something of a renewed, if subdued, sense of purpose. Not one to sit and mope, he's decided that if he has to be a "fake", and then be forgotten, he will still have a Christmas with his false family, most of which are just as fake as he is.

And he's not about to skimp on presents for everyone else, either. He'll give the girls something on Christmas Eve, but he'd rather get some of them out of the way now.]

A; the grocery store
[Lithuania seems to be buying a ridiculously large amount of paper drinking straws. Seriously, it's all he's buying. What in the world?]

B; 1333 Benny Road
[Lithuania has put the paper drinking straws, along with sewing thread, on the kitchen table. It is Christmas, he has been given a tree, he will put straw ornaments on it and no one will stop him.

He's quite good at it, of course, and he'd be happy to teach anyone in the house how!]

C; Lithuania's CRs' houses
[Lithuania has also given out a few Christmas presents, even though it's not quite Christmas yet. The following have been gifted anonymously, left out in a way that they won't go anywhere until their recipient gets them.
America: A large basket of various baked goods.
Hungary: Poppy seed cookies.
Koharu: This dress.
Sora: A huge basket of food.
Ukraine: Mittens, with sunflowers on them.
Estonia: A neatly wrapped, if large, package. It contains a rather big pile of books, all written in Estonian.
Poland: A Žemaitukas

If Lithuania knows you at all, you'll get various types of food, but he has delivered anonymously, because of the event.]

(OOC: Just a reminder, Lithuania has disappeared, so should be treated as fake.)

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[Koharu doesn't find it until she happens to look the right way on the porch, but she hesitates and picks up the package. It's got her name on it, and she picks up the one for Ukraine to set inside.

She takes a seat before she opens it and set the wrapping aside. The dress...She lifted it up, ran her hands over the belt and frowned. It reminded her in some way of the dress Ukraine had gifted her...but it wasn't the same. Unique. Different?

Polish maybe?...She didn't think he knew her well enough to give her something like this. Koharu carefully rewrapped it. That feeling again. Something important...

She didn't know what, but she wore the dress the next day under her thick coat.]

[The package is unexpected, earning a few seconds of perplexed blinking when it's first discovered. Perhaps in another life, another reality, it would have been the perfect thing to make paranoia kick in, but today it just causes a little bit of caution as he pokes at the package a few times. It doesn't seem like the sort of thing the postman would bring, the way the mochis or his laptop arrived, but it doesn't seem dangerous and sinister, either. There's something inherently peaceful about it, in fact. Something familiar.

And then he takes it inside and opens it because if it was meant to be opened only at Christmas, it would have been delivered at Christmas, not in advance. And he doesn't regret opening it. Because those books, those fantastic books in that language he hasn't seen in so long it feels like finally taking a breath after too long underwater, and at some point he stops even caring about where they came from because they're perfect.]

(There's someone else selling cookies outside the grocery store. It's cold yes, but Figaro sees a business opportunity. He's selling his mantecados (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mantecado) to drones and non-drones alike; money is money, after all.)

[It's dreadfully boring when no one remembers you, so Fluttershy's spending most of the cold day inside. She's watching Lithuania intently while he does his magic with straws.]

[At least she's in a whole family of ridiculous people who will give away their existence in dreams.]

Do you have Christmas where you're from, Miss Fluttershy?

[Lithuania pauses, a bit surprised to see someone actually selling things in this weather.]

Aren't you cold?

I don't think it's the same as what Mayfield has. [She twists a straw thoughtfully], but we do have Winter Wrap Up at Ponyville.

Winter Wrap Up?

As winter comes to an end every year, ponies start preparing for spring. We have to clean up Ponyville to make way for spring.

Oh, a bit like spring cleaning, but before spring, I suppose.

[He is not thinking in terms of literally cleaning up winter.]

[Funny he should think that...] We help with weaving nests for the birds, scoring the ice, and helping the animals find their way home.

[Well, that gets a double-take.]

That doesn't just happen on its own?

[Are you questioning pony logic?]

It makes it easier.

[YUP.]

I've never heard of building nests for the birds. I suppose there are bird houses, but they just put nests of their own in those.

I... I thought you were making nests with these straws at first.

[Lithuania considers the straws in front of him.]

I suppose I could.

[He sets the star he was working on to one side and starts putting it together.]

I don't think birds would want to live in anything I made, though.

Oh, they would!

Did you know that if you kept a bird inside your house, the bird will always reach for straw like objects you have around?

It must be instinct. I've never kept birds, only dogs.

[He works through the structure of the next fairly quickly.]

I think I might have to make some straw birds to go inside this, though.

That would be just perfect.

[Russia sits down next to Lithuania and just watches him work, without a word or comment.]

[The birds take a bit more thought and more cutting, to make them small enough to fit into the nest and still look like birds. He holds one up when it's done, though.]

I don't think that's too bad a job.

[Lithuania is a bit wary, as always, with Russia near, but when the other nation remains quiet, he relaxes and works on his straw snowflake.]

C

[Ukraine looks at the mittens for a very long time. Then smiles and starts to wear them, even if it isn't really that cold.]

[After his totally embarrassing blank out at the post office, Poland took his pony back to his house and just went to bed. Sure Poland could have just forfeited his pony so it could go home, but then if he did manage to remember what he was trying to get back he wouldn't have had anything to trade for it. The whole plan had totally been a big fat failure.

When he woke up the next morning and went downstairs to make breakfast, the soft nickering sound at the window didn't even phase him. At least not until he looked up and saw a pony (http://www.shiaupload.ir/images/25246833150772053393.jpg) that was not his pony starring back at him through the glass. After dumping the entire carton of eggs he was holding onto the kitchen floor, Poland ran outside.

It was obvious to anyone that she was a very beautiful pony. Poland was sure he'd never seen a pony quite like her ever before. He'd of remembered for sure if he had, having such a soft spot for equines like he did. Offering her a piece of sliced up apple he'd cut up for his breakfast, he noticed a little note attached to her written in Polish that said, "For Poland, Merry Christmas."

Whoever had written it hadn't bothered to sign their name and the handwriting didn't look like anyone's he knew. Maybe Mayfield gave it to him to make up for what he'd lost but couldn't remember? But that didn't seem right...

Oh but it didn't really matter, right? He'd gotten a beautiful, totally new, never before seen pony! It was the best gift he'd been given in a long time, maybe even ever! And she was just so... perfect. Looking at her he couldn't help but smile.

...

So now Poland was bouncing around the grocery store, his arms filled to the brim with all the oats, corn, apples, and carrots he could carry. These ponies have got to eat after all, and no one ever seems to have the foresight to include any food with them.

Oh and he should probably pick up some eggs too, seeing as how he left them cracked all over the kitchen floor and didn't bother to clean them up before he left.

...eh, Miku and Chaplin could handle it.]

[As soon as Lithuania sees Poland he wishes desperately he would just stop running into the other nation until this was over. But considering they were neighbors and considering Lithuania's terrible luck, he reasoned he really shouldn't be surprised. Judging by Poland's groceries, though, he discovered the pony. Well, that's good.

Now, normally Lithuania holds the distinction of being the least introverted of the general area. In fact, it would be hard, on most days, to call him shy. But with all his foundation removed from him and so much energy spent on trying not to fall apart completely every time he wakes up and realizes he's still forgotten, he doesn't have anything left for the very exhausting task of talking to people. If he could get through his entire day without having to talk to anyone and be reminded of what's going on, he would be a lot happier, he thinks. Or as close to happy as you can be in this sort of situation.

Of course, Poland would be able to see right through that, being particularly shy himself. But Poland doesn't remember him, right, so it shouldn't matter.]

[Poland skips around the store, oblivious that anyone's paying any particular attention to him. He was too busy thinking about what he should settle on for his new friend.]

Oops! [All his bouncing around causes one of the apples he was carrying around to pop out of his arms and roll across the aisle. ]

Oh, signore Lithuania! How do you do?

(He waves at him happily. He's wearing heaps of sweaters, and a few pairs of mittens on his hands. Hailing from Seville, this weather is a nightmare for Figaro, who's used to much milder winters.)

Si, I am cold, but gold is gold. Otherwise, how will I put bread on my table? Do you want to buy some mantecados? They're delicious Spanish cookies!

[And Lithuania, distracted and with his usual bad luck, trips on one of those apples and goes sliding across the aisle.]

Uwah!

Edited 2011-12-29 19:47 (UTC)

Hasn't the town given you a job?

[He looks at the cookies.]

I suppose I could buy a few.

[Watches as Lithuania slides on his runaway apple.] Ah! My apple!

[Runs over to pick it up.]Ew, it's totally all bruised now. There's like no way I'm paying for a bruised apple. Gross.

Si, it has. I am once again Il barbiere di Siviglia!!

(Dramatic posing + operatic singing!! Only for him to deflate.)

Of course, I am no longer in my beloved Seville. I guess you could say I...

...am Il barbiere di MAYFIEEEEELLLLDDDD~!

(Sorry Lithuania, but you might want to cover your ears as he bellows out those notes. When he's done, he looks thrilled that you're interested to buy his cookies.)

Come, come! A man of your good taste deserves the best, no? I think perhaps...

(He thinks quickly; what is three silver pieces worth in Mayfield? He can buy an apple for one silver piece. And an apples is, last he checked, a few cents. After some quick calculations, he comes up with...)

...five Mayfield maravedí coins!

((OOC: Mun has no idea about Spanish currency in the 18th century, so what Figaro means is that he's selling the cookies for five cents.))

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Never got a reply back, so I think I might just say he remembers you.

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