vytis | dvidešimt keturi; action

[Lithuania falls out of bed in his rush to get up--there's a confused, half-realized instinct to defend himself still clawing at his veins until he remembers the finer details of what happened before he found himself in the bed (or on the floor, as it were). It's the first time he's died, and he has to look himself over in the mirror to make sure he's not still injured, even though he knows he's not. Well...

Well. He can't dwell on it.]

A; 1333 Benny Road {backdated to 25th}
[Normally, Lithuania gives gifts on Christmas Eve, but there wasn't really time for that, given the situation. He's even prepared one for Russia, seeing as the other nation was at his house. Thus, Madoka (a box of handmade stuffed animals), Lyra (some outfits more suited to running around with her Pokemon than dresses and skirts), Fluttershy (a kitten), and Russia (sunflowers, in a similarly sunflower-designed vase) will be receiving their gifts this morning.

Incidentally, he'll also take guests, if anyone wants to stop by.

And apologize.

For certain behavior over the past week.]

B; 1333 Benny Road entrance/porch
[Lithuania hadn't gotten around to opening the large package he'd received--he'd assumed, having gotten back the memories he'd traded away to get the pony for Poland, that it had just contained his knight armor. He was, therefore, planning on carrying it upstairs. But it really was even heavier than before.

That's why he trips on the rug, tips open and breaks the box, and gets half washed away and half buried in the pieces of amber that spill out onto the porch and the entryway of the house.]

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[She'd come by to greet him and thank him for the dress she's wearing that she can only assume is his gift...

but he appears to be awash in a wave of amber]

...Lithuania?

O-oh, hello, Koharu...

[Attempting to push the amber back so he can get up.]

...Are you alright?

I'm fine, I just didn't expect that to be in the box, I suppose...

[Finally crawling out from under the amber.]

[She giggled and knelt beside the edge of the amber pathway he had gained, picking up a rock and tilting it to look at it in the weak sun]

We often get things back we didn't expect.

You have a point.

[Brushing himself off and looking at the amber.]

They call it Baltic Gold sometimes. Most amber is found in the Baltic Sea.

I've never seen amber in real life before...It's pretty. [She nudges a little of it aside and smiles up at him] I'm collecting dresses it appears. What would Japan say to see me wearing it?

[How do you feel about a visitor with a manilla envelope, topped with a green bow, who can't quite look you in the eye? Because you'll get one if you answer the knock at your door.]

[On the one hand, Lithuania was expecting to see Estonia today. On the other hand, this is incredibly awkward, and Lithuania has hardly been at his best lately. Still, he manages a smile--he really is glad to see Estonia both remember him and not be trying to kill him.]

Linksmų Kalėdų, Estija.

[He won't be angry about what happened.]

Häid Jõulupühi, Leedu.

[After a moment's hesitation, he hands over the envelope. Inside, when Lithuania opens it, will be pages and pages of handwritten music, mostly Lithuanian folksongs, transcribed from memory. It ends with Lithuania's national anthem.]

[Lithuania opens the envelope curiously, but his eyes widen once he realizes what Estonia has done. He isn't so rude as to stop and read through every single one while Estonia is standing there, but he does look at quite a lot of them.]

[He can't help but read his anthem over, though. It's been a lot longer than he'd like without seeing it at all.]

Thank you.

I... I have them recorded on my laptop, too, but I didn't think you had any way of playing the files anyway, so I just thought that maybe, some day, we could use the school music room for an afternoon. A little Baltic song festival, since it's been a while.

[And what's more Baltic than singing because things are absolutely miserable?]

[You are going to have to deal with a hug, not!bro. Sorry, these things happen sometimes.]

[He deals. Oh, he deals, and he returns it, almost clinging to Lithuania.]

I'm sorry. Leedu- Lietuva, I'm so sorry, but we thought it was the only way to get you back and a world without you is no good at all, and... [He'll pull back, then, looking much younger, much more distressed, than he has in many years. This is one of those moments where the outsider's illusion that the Baltics are brothers is one shared by one of those brothers. No "not!" required.] I hope I can have your forgiveness some day.

[Seeing Estonia so genuinely distressed only makes all the protective older brother urges he has more often than he might care to admit even worse. He can picture him, so much smaller, hidden away in a corner of his and Poland's old house reading books.]

I forgive you, Eesti.

[Not Mayfield. Never Mayfield. But Estonia doesn't deserve anger.]

Thank you, Lietuva. [He relaxes a little bit, although the upset doesn't go anywhere.]

I... I hope you and the girls have a nice Christmas.

You can stay for dinner if you'd like, you know. Unless you're going over to Miss Ukraine's.

[That little change last week did not escape his notice.]

Oh, no, I don't think- I mean I haven't seen her lately. [He's been avoiding her, avoiding everyone since he and Poland killed Lithuania.]

Are you sure you wouldn't mind me staying?

Of course I don't mind. It's not exactly the usual time, but it's not that late.

[Typically Lithuanians have a proper dinner on Christmas Eve.]

Just pretend you're doing something new this year, no one will know the difference.

[Poland kept meaning to go next door to apologize to Lithuania, but he couldn't think of the right way to go about it. A few times he thought he had it perfectly in his head and started to walk over.

...but after a few steps the apology would fall apart in his head and didn't seem adequate enough anymore for what he had done.

Today he'd made it as far at Lithuania's mailbox, before it completely collapsed on him. He'd started to turn around and head back to his house again, when he heard a weird, loud sound coming from the porch and saw Lithuania laying in what looked like... brown rocks?]

Edited 2011-12-28 03:16 (UTC)

[Lithuania is slowly attempting to crawl out from under all the amber. It's a hard task, as each time he shifts more of it slides down on top of him.]

[Pulls the scarf that Koharu had knitted him up over his nose, and goes to help Lithuania up.]

...pfft. [He can't help but let a laugh slip out seeing Lithuania sliding around hopelessly though. He looks completely ridiculous.]

[Finally managing to get up, though the amber is pooling at his ankles.]

What am I even going to do with all this--ah.

[Hi Poland.]

[Stifles his laugh abruptly and clears his throat.]

So um, wow Liet. Like way to make a total mess of your porch...

[That sounded normal, right?]

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