Lithuanian Knight

aphlithuanian:

Lithuania bit his lip with nerves. England, and smashed at the sound of it. “Mr. England? Is that you?” he paused, “It’s 3 AM. Mr. America is asleep right now.”

Nervously, his left hand’s fingers wound and unwound the phone cord. He was starting to take a dislike to England, mostly because he upset America and was extremely emotional.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked crisply.

“Of course it’s bloody me!” England shouted in the phone, followed by a grumble. America was already asleep? Great. Just great. “Why can I never count on that brat? Whenever I need him, he’s never there. Stupid America…”

Tears welled up in his eyes. Why was he still relying on him anyway? What was he still hoping for? England didn’t know that himself anymore.

“Whatever! I’ll find my way back myself! Don’t underestimate the British Empire!” With that, he slammed the horn on the telephone, staggering back out of the cubicle.

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"Hello? Hello?" Lithuania sighed and hung up the phone. He was almost tempted to leave England to his own devices, but he knew it would come back to bite him if he did.

Lithuania put his clothes from the previous day on and set out into the night. There were plenty of bars around America's house, but he figured England would go for an English style pub, of which there was only one within walking distance.

He inquired within with the bartender about a short man with green eyes and large eyebrows. The bartender said he had probably gotten kicked out about an hour before hand.

aphlithuanian:

Lithuania, like most people, was asleep at 3 am that morning. He had worried about America and what this business with England was going to do to him emotionally for a while, but had eventually settled down. Lithuania was awoken by the sound of the phone. He stretched as he got out of bed and trudged to the house’s central telephone.

“Hello?” he heard mumbling on the other side of the phone. “Who is it?”

He should have been at his hotel already but his talk with America left England rather… uneasy. He found a pub that was still open and ordered a drink. One drink became two and two soon became three and more. Eventually, England got kicked out of the pub because he was too drunk to handle.

Right now, the Brit had no idea where he was. Staggering to the nearest phone booth, England tossed in some coins, managing to call America’s place in his first attempt.

Oh, damn. Lithuania picked up the phone. “Hheeey, Liet,” The Brit slurred. “Tellll Ammmmerica to come and HIC pick me up and bring me HIC to my hotel. I have no idHICea where I am.”

Lithuania bit his lip with nerves. England, and smashed at the sound of it. "Mr. England? Is that you?" he paused, "It's 3 AM. Mr. America is asleep right now."

Nervously, his left hand's fingers wound and unwound the phone cord. He was starting to take a dislike to England, mostly because he upset America and was extremely emotional.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" he asked crisply.

Lithuania, like most people, was asleep at 3 am that morning. He had worried about America and what this business with England was going to do to him emotionally for a while, but had eventually settled down. Lithuania was awoken by the sound of the phone. He stretched as he got out of bed and trudged to the house's central telephone. "Hello?" he heard mumbling on the other side of the phone. "Who is it?"

Gonna try and get this place back open.

#ooc

aphlithuanian:

Lithuania nodded. “I will, Mr. England. I’ll also call Mr. America and Mr. France for you.”

He shot an angry glare at Lithuania. “No! Don’t call them! Especially not that frog!” He began to move around again, yammering in pain afterwards. The paramedics told him to stay calm but just thinking about France standing next to his sick bed got him so mad.

“I thought they were your friends,” Lithuania couldn’t help but get defensive. “But I won’t call them, I promise. Just stay still, please, Mr. England.”

aphlithuanian:

“I know,” sighed America, “The timing isn’t right, it’s never right. Just think about it. We could be more than just “brothers” one day.“

More than just brothers? But, what if England was fine with just being that? He didn’t want to force himself -and his commonwealths that way- into something he didn’t want.

“I’ll think about it…”

America looked at him with a mixture of sadness and fondness. "Okay," he said. He was beginning to think it was inevitable that things would work out poorly between the two of them.

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Toris wasn’t sure how long he had been down here. At first he had tried scratching tallymarks into the concrete floor, but no sunlight reached the basement of the house, so he had quickly lost count. Toris really should have known better, applying for a housekeeping job in a house far away from home, and coming alone. Still, most normal people didn’t kidnap housekeepers and keep them as prisoners. Ivan really could be a worse captor, Toris supposed. The worst thing that he had done was slap Toris around a little bit when he didn’t like Toris’s answers, and he got fed three times a day. Then again, that was a really low bar for most people.

He looked up to hear the door open from around the corner. He heard struggling and shouting. Familiar sounding shouting. Ivan walked around the corner dragging a very recognizable albino man by the collar. Gilbert. Great, the one thing worse than being held captive, being held captive with Gilbert. Ivan chuckled a little at Toris’s annoyed expression. “I brought us a friend,” Ivan said.

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Gilbert is still struggling violently despite having a large purple bruise on one cheek and a bloody nose. When he sees Toris, he pauses in surprise only to be tossed into the room. Gilbert gasps in pain when his arm smashes into the floor, then he sits up, rubbing his pained wrist. “Toris. What a shame to see you here.” He mutters, laying on the hard stone of the cell. “So what are you doing here? I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, afterall. I know you’re pissed as hell at me still.”

"Hello Gilbert," said Toris, rather primly. "I was going to work for Mr. Bravinsky until he decided I would be better off living in his basement, for whatever reason." God, Toris was pissed. He was almost grinding his teeth, he was so annoyed to see Gilbert here. "But enough about me. How are the others?"

A thought occurred to Toris. "Have they realized I'm missing yet?" Maybe they would come to rescue him or call the police. That would be the best case scenario for both of them now.

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“Lithuania?” So this Lithuania must be different from the one he knew, since he looked and acted too differently. “Then he’s probably a different Lithuania,” he murmured, more to himself.

This Lithuania looked nothing like the one he knew. The one he knew had the same length hair, except it was black and tied into a short ponytail with darker green eyes.

“Anyway… my name’s Gilen.”

He would be tempted to tell the doppleganger that they could keep Gilbert, but that would cause a ton of paperwork and headaches, more than him being replaced in the first place. “Excuse me, but where did our Prussia go?” asked Lithuania. “And how are you both Prussia? …Are you a new state personification?”

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“I don’t know where your Prussia went, I didn’t even know there was another Prussia,” he said, glancing out of the window that was in the office.

In response to what the Lithuanian said next, he couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh. “Wish I was. But no, I’m not. I’m Prussia or East Germany, and those are my only current titles.”

“My Prussia has short hair, and no scar,” said Lithuania. “And he laughs really loud, like “fufufufu”.“ He would get a headache if he thought about him for too long. A less scrupulous person would have left Prussia to deal with his own problems.

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"Wow…” Well, one thing was for certain, this other Prussia didn’t seem like someone Gilen would want to be around.

“Then he most likely looks very different from me, and probably has a different personality?” Gilen assumed, as he looked back at the other, his expression curious.

"Yes," confirmed Lithuania. "I'm not sure where he's wandered off to, though... I had papers I needed to talk to him about... This sure is troublesome," Lithuania said to himself. "Maybe we can go find him and make him explain where you came from."

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“Lithuania?” So this Lithuania must be different from the one he knew, since he looked and acted too differently. “Then he’s probably a different Lithuania,” he murmured, more to himself.

This Lithuania looked nothing like the one he knew. The one he knew had the same length hair, except it was black and tied into a short ponytail with darker green eyes.

“Anyway… my name’s Gilen.”

He would be tempted to tell the doppleganger that they could keep Gilbert, but that would cause a ton of paperwork and headaches, more than him being replaced in the first place. “Excuse me, but where did our Prussia go?” asked Lithuania. “And how are you both Prussia? …Are you a new state personification?”

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“I don’t know where your Prussia went, I didn’t even know there was another Prussia,” he said, glancing out of the window that was in the office.

In response to what the Lithuanian said next, he couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh. “Wish I was. But no, I’m not. I’m Prussia or East Germany, and those are my only current titles.”

"My Prussia has short hair, and no scar," said Lithuania. "And he laughs really loud, like "fufufufu"." He would get a headache if he thought about him for too long. A less scrupulous person would have left Prussia to deal with his own problems.

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aphlithuanian:

“Mr. England!” shouted Lithuania and winced. “Mr. England, please, stay still. You need to conserve your energy.”

The ambulance arrived, and England was swept from Lithuania’s arms by the paramedics.

And all of a sudden, he found himself in an ambulance. How did that happen so fast? Still, there was only one thing now that worried England: someone needed to look after his commonwealths for a while. But he didn’t really trusted anyone with their care. Oh, wait. There was only one person he trusted.

“Lithuania. Please… tell New Zealand to… look after the others… for a while.” New Zealand was a responsible lad. He could do it.

Lithuania nodded. "I will, Mr. England. I'll also call Mr. America and Mr. France for you."

aphlithuanian:

“I know Lithuania might complain about not having enough space, but you could always form an alliance with me,” said America, “Maybe in 300 or 400 years we could be a constitutional union like Austria and Hungary. J-just hypothetically.” America blushed.

A constitutional union like Austria and Hungary? But, what would that mean for his commonwealths? “I don’t know. I need to think about that. I don’t want my commonwealths to suffer under it.”

"I know," sighed America, "The timing isn't right, it's never right. Just think about it. We could be more than just "brothers" one day."

aphlithuanian:

Lithuania winced. There were slashes up and down England’s body. Someone had gone at him with a knife. He would definitely need stitches in some places. “Please, just hold on for a little longer…!”

He carried England back towards the street and laid him back down on the pavement, careful not to bang his head. Lithuania waited anxiously for the ambulance to arrive.

Dear god, please let this pain stop. It was getting too unbearable. He just wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep. But, would he wake up again if he went to sleep? It was then something hit England. No, he couldn’t just go to sleep. He still had to look after his commonwealths. Who would look after them if he was gone?

His body screamed again when he tried to move. “My… commonwealths… someone… needs to… look after them…” Especially Australia. That guy always got himself in some kind of trouble.