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]

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.