Poland: What’s up b**ches! I’m back.
Lithuania: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.
Poland: Death is a social construct.
Poland: A B C D E F G, gummy bears are chasing me. 1 is red, 1 is blue, 1 is chewing on my shoe. Now I’m running for my life, cause the green one has a knife.
would anyone actually be interested in me continuing the poliet zombie apocalypse thing? it's gonna end up being several chapters long, and though the first few chapters are going to be some set up, it'll be pretty long and there'll be enough action and fluff (maybe smut? only if it's requested) to be worth it
but i'm not sure i want to put a ton of energy behind this if it's not going to interest anyone. i'll set it aside and work on another original story that i've outlined some already
‘What a foolish place the world is.’ Lithuania thought as he watched his bare feet. His knees were pressed against his chest, and his chin perched upon his knees, and his head hurt because he couldn’t cry to ease the pressure.
Someone had messed up horribly at something, and now most of the people in Europe had some sort of virus. The story being told was that the virus ate away parts of their nervous system, and was somehow taking control of certain bodily functions, meaning that these people could move and make sound and probably take in sensory details, but not much else. They didn’t eat or drink, and observation had shown that they probably weren’t breathing either, so their hair dried and thinned, skin shriveled and sometimes could come off completely, and they only were able to move because the virus somehow powered their movement.
“Zombies. The citizens of Europe are becoming zombies.” England had said in an emergency world meeting after Germany explained the problem.
Everyone had been quiet after that. Germany restated that they were their to find a solution, and everyone promised to fund research and investigations and all other formalities, but they were so quiet about it.
A few days later, Russia received a letter saying that some nations had been affected by the virus. Lithuania asked where, who had been affected, and Russia said he didn’t know.
So Lithuania excused himself, and ran to the phone, having to try twice to enter Poland’s number because he missed a key.
It rang three times before Poland picked up, and with each second Lithuania’s breathing got a little more ragged, heartbeat a little faster.
“Oh my god, I’m like right about to eat the cutest little paczki you have ever seen, this better be good Liet.”
Lithuania felt like he’d been pushed into a pool of liquid relief, and nearly collapsed against the wall as he let out the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding.
“You’re okay!” He said, still almost panting as he breathed.
“Well yeah, why wouldn’t I be? Are you okay?” Poland replied, voice slightly muffled (probably by the delectable little donuts).
“Russia got a letter saying that some nations were zombies now too, and I was worried that you…were gone now.”
“Oh dude, no way, I thought we’d be immune to it or something.”
“Well apparently not.”
Poland gave a sort of solemn hum, but Lithuania could still hear the sound of him chewing. He’d stopped shaking now, and Poland’s ridiculous let him smile a little bit too.
“So the letter didn’t say who’s all, like, zombified now, did it?” Poland asked, with no trace of food blocking his voice.
“No, that’s why I was so worried. I’m still worried really, you could catch it from someone, couldn’t you?”
“Don’t worry, I survived the plague, and this can’t be worse than that, right?”
Lithuania didn’t respond, just gave a quiet “Mm.” Honestly, they had no way to know how bad this would be. The black plague had taken a third of the population then, but for this virus to take even a hundredth of the population now would probably be more people than the plague.
“It might be France.” Poland said, after a minute or two of silence.
“What?”
“Well like I know France would go out and help them with the whole quarantine thing they’re doing over there, so maybe he caught the virus that way.”
“No way, he’d have protection, a gas mask or a plastic suit or something, wouldn’t he?”
“I don’t know dude, maybe.”
Lithuania sighed. There was silence between them for another few minutes after that.
“Hey Liet.” Poland asked, sounding nervous, almost urgent.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think we’ll get to look all cool with like ripped clothes and guns and stuff to fight the zombies?”
“I hope not.”
A few more seconds passed before Poland spoke again.
“Okay, but like if we do, do you want to be on my team?”
“Wouldn’t we all be on the same team? Us against the zombies, right?”
“Well yeah, but like…” Poland paused, thought about what he was going to say for a moment, “it’d be cool to fight with you, and like protect each other, y’know?”
Lithuania smiled. “Yeah, I guess it would be cool.”
“I know, right!” Poland replied, back to his louder, more usual self. “And we’d totally be the coolest team too, we’d totally outlive everyone else!”
“I’m not quite sure that’s the goal, Poland.” Lithuania said. His words were almost disparaging, but his speech betrayed the fact that he was smiling, almost laughing.
“No, it totally is.” Poland insisted.
There was silence again, but Lithuania didn’t spend it worrying. Instead he remembered his time with Poland, how amusing it had been at first, how irritating he was at times, and the little moments where he was so real and tender. He missed it all, and felt like he’d give anything to live like that again.
Off in the distance, he heard glass break, followed by a short scream, almost squeak, of terror. ‘Probably Latvia, poor boy.’
“I’ve got to go now, Poland. Please call me if you’re told who caught the virus. And be safe, please be safe.”
“Of course dude, don’t worry. I’ll call you tomorrow if you want.” He replied, voice muffled by food again.
“Okay, thank you. Bye.”
“Later!”
Lithuania put the phone back in its place, taking one last breath before he returned to his life in Russia’s house.
I have this absolute deep and never-ending love for PoLiet but I don't actively seek it out.. It's just like, when I randomly come across it, my heart clenches and my soul screams, "MY BABIES!!"
