Lithuania steps out of the bathroom, buttoning up his nightshirt as he walks to the window. Orange light fills the room as he pulls the curtains back. He stumbles as his vision is filled by a fiery hell lighting up the night.
"Feliks." He runs out of the room and into the darkened street.
Poland wakes with a groan, rubbing his eyes at the sudden assault of light. He drops his hands onto the bed and stares at the flames creeping up the walls of his room.
"This is totally lame…" He gets out of bed and moves to the coolest part of the room. "There's, like, no place to escape…"
Lithuania pushes his way through the crowd gathering behind the police barrier. He jumps over the wooden blocks and sprints into the building, thrashing out of the grip of several police officers. Smoke fills the air and he coughs, quickly covering his face with his arm. He barrels into the stairway and starts running up. Fire starts to climb up behind him as he exits onto the first floor. Doors fall with a crash as he searches for his lover, the few remaining people running towards the stairs.
"Damn it!" He rushes back onto the stairs as the bottom steps start to crumble.
Lithuania stumbles and falls as the stairs crumble beneath his feet, barely getting his hands out in front of him to grip the floor. Flames lick at his feet and he hisses as he pulls himself back up. A large red seven hangs over the end of the hallway.
"Please let him be on this floor, God." He walks down the smoke filled passageway, screaming Poland's name.
Poland rests his head on his hand, elbow digging into his knee.
"This is like so not how I imagined dying. I totally thought it would like be in a last stand against that communist Russia. This is so-" He stops, a faint sound coming through the crackling of the flames.
"Toris?" The sound gets louder and he recognizes his name being shouted.
"Toris!" He screams. The door falls in a blaze of sparks. He's barreled over, just as a beam falls from the ceiling in the spot he was just in.
"Hold on tight." Lithuania whispers as he jumps through the window. Glass falls around them like a crystal rainfall. Time slows for a brief moment as their eyes meet. They fall onto the fireman's net, which is carefully lowered to the ground.
"I thought I'd lost you, Feliks." Lithuania whispers, tears sliding down his cheeks as he holds the man close. Poland kisses him lightly before pulling away.
"Like you could ever get me away from you."