Lithuania's Room, Sunday After Trivia

[vytis]

[Lithuania's distress is obvious--his door isn't closed entirely, and anyone could easily walk in while he's sprawled out on his bed with his face buried in his pillow. As if the stress wasn't getting to him enough, now he's messed up this, too. They lost a chance at a clue and it's his fault.

He buries his face more, like he's attempting to smother himself to put himself out of his misery.]

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[notyetlost]

[Poland's more than happy to oblige Lithuania with that and hugs him tighter.]

What am I then?

[vytis]

[Lithuania can't find the words to explain it, but the heat rises to his face again as he tries to think of what to say.]

...You're Poland.

[And he likes Poland probably too much.]

[notyetlost]

[Poland laughs, resting his head in the crook of Lithuania's neck.]

Yeah and like. Don't ever forget it.

[vytis]

[Lithuania slides his fingers through Poland's hair.]

Stay here for a while? [He can't help but sound a little needy, saying that.]

[notyetlost]

I guess there's no where else in the house I'd rather be right now.