Lithuania's Room | Friday During the Trial

[vytis]

[This is not actually the chapel at all, surprise. Lithuania shuts the door behind both of them once they get to his room.]

O-okay. We--need to talk.

[He doesn't look or sound especially confident about anything right now.]

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[vytis]

[Now Lithuania is crying, too. This is a bad day.]

[notyetlost]

[Poland rubs at his face with his sweater furiously.] T-thats not fair that you made me burst into tears in front of everybody and you get to cry in here...

[vytis]

I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to make you-- [Wow it's hard to talk like this.]

[notyetlost]

[Poland takes a long moment to try and let his crying settle down a little bit. Eventually talking becomes a little easier.]

It's not fair. I trusted you. You lied to me. I forgave you. I trusted you again and you never trusted me at all.

[vytis]

[There are things Lithuania wants to say, but they're concepts and broken up thoughts instead of sentences and he can't find the words. Still, he's managed to collect himself a tiny bit, so he can at least speak properly.]

I did trust you! That's why-- [That's why it had hurt so much when he realized Poland had been lying. But he hadn't trusted him enough to do anything but assume the worst, because he's Lithuania and assuming the worst is what he does, and--]

...I don't deserve your trust.

[notyetlost]

[That's really a terrible explanation for it as far as Poland is concerned and it's not what he wants.]

Why?

[vytis]

[There's another pause as Lithuania desperately tries to pull his thoughts together.]

I trusted you, and--and when I realized you didn't tell me everything about the map I just--assumed the worst. [Because he's Lithuania, and that's what he does.] But y-you had good intentions the entire time and I--didn't even think of that and--

[Lithuania doesn't have words for anything else, suddenly, so he clenches his jaw to try and keep his emotions from completely wrecking him until he can articulate again.]

A-all I did was hurt you. I didn't mean to, but--I'm sorry.

[notyetlost]

I know that this isn't the ideal setting for making friends. But anywhere I go whether it's here where everyone is killing each other or safe back at home it's all the same. I don't like strangers. Nice strangers, bad strangers-- you seriously can't tell. They're strangers.

So when I'm kissing you in a secret passage I didn't have to share with you in the wine cellar, it should be like a solid hint that I'm not going to do anything bad. Even if I am a nation.

[vytis]

I--there's a reason I'm-- [He has to pause again, to push his emotions out enough to form words.] You deserved more trust than I gave you. Back at home, I'm safe enough now, but--

[Another pause, more painful because it's associated with some memories he doesn't like thinking about.]

...Remember when I didn't want to take off my shirt last week?

[In the end, all he can think to do is trust Poland with something more painful to him.]

[notyetlost]

...yeah.

[vytis]

[Lithuania unbuttons his shirt, removes it, and turns around. His back is covered in countless old scars that look like they must have been incredibly painful to receive--like someone had whipped them into his skin and they'd never faded away.

He doesn't say anything, because he's never known what to say about this.]

[notyetlost]

I don't-- [Poland starts to protest when Lithuania starts undoing buttons-- he's really not in the mood to see Lithuania's muscular physique.

When he sees the scars on Lithuania's back the words dry up in his mouth and he just ends up staring at them with a look of mild horror.]

[vytis]

[After a moment, Lithuania puts his shirt back on. He's not used to showing anyone his scars--he's never intentionally done so before--so he's left feeling oddly vulnerable about the entire situation. He speaks once his shirt is buttoned up again.]

I'm not--very good at trusting people. It's not your fault. I'm trying to trust you--I really am. I'm just--

[Broken in places he pretends are perfectly fine.]

[notyetlost]

[Poland's fingers hover within reach of them but he recoils his hand when Lithuania moves to put the shirt on.

He'd known about Lithuania's scars from his notebook but, he hadn't anticipated anything like that...]

...

I'm sorry.

[vytis]

[Lithuania turns to look at Poland again. He manages a little bit of a smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.]

It's alright. [He does mean that, though, and sounds sincere.] I'm sorry, too.

[He wants to ask if this means things are alright again, but he doesn't want to at the same time.]

[notyetlost]

...

Maybe it was unfair of me to like, expect you not to think something like that when I lied.

[vytis]

I lied to you before. [Secret rooms and passages are more trouble than they're worth!]

...I still like you.

[notyetlost]

There is one other thing I lied about you know. [It's probably best to come clean.]

[vytis]

What?

[Lithuania has apparently learned from this incident and is completely withholding judgment.]

1/2

[notyetlost]

When I said I liked you...

2/2

[notyetlost]

It should have been present tense.

[Because you're kind of a neurotic jerk some times, but Poland can't help it.

He likes who he likes.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania smiles more genuinely now--he's relieved, because he likes Poland a lot, even if it might be a bad idea here.]

...I'm really glad. Really--really glad.

[He doesn't think he deserves Poland still liking him, but he really wanted Poland to still like him. Maybe he's selfish.]

[notyetlost]

[Poland smiles back, exhaling a breathy laugh before wiping the rest of his face off with his sleeve.]

You like. Totally owe me a sweater.

[vytis]

[Lithuania glances over at his provided outfits.]

I think mine would be too big for you.

[Though Poland could take one if he really wanted.]

[notyetlost]

[He's taking one, one of the not bloody ones. And it's totally too big for him.]

I think we're even now.

[vytis]

[No one is going to get any ideas based on Poland's possession of that sweater, no way.]

We should go back to the trial, then.

[notyetlost]

Wait.

What do you think we should do about the wine cellar?

[vytis]

Do about it? [Lithuania considers.] It's up to you.

[notyetlost]

[Poland would really like to laud his ability to pull wine bottles over Susan but...]

Well I mean it's kind of our spot.