Uh.... lol yeah. This totally sucks. Yay for armor and Lithuanian independence! (waves flag)
I tried writing from Polska's POV, but serious Feliks is like "GUH". Lol so I hope you enjoy what I have to offer you~
Disclaimer: Why don't people get that this is a fanfiction site? XD
It was dark. The sky, the smoke, the emotions of the thousands of dying men strewn across the battlefield. Feliks inhaled, dropping to his knees in exhaustion. His armor was becoming heavy, and he was ready to go home. He glanced around at his fallen and wounded comrades before his green eyes landed on Toris.
Blood-stained metal shook with each breath the brunette was taking. He was staring down at a kneeling figure with fear and disdain haunting his features.
"Li... Lietuva..."
"I never wanted to do this, Ivan..."
Feliks watched their conversation carefully, should their fallen opponent regain his strength, as he always had before.
"And yet-"
"'And yet' nothing!" Toris suddenly screamed, casting his sword aside as if it had burned him. "Poland and I have defeated you! We are free from you, Russia!"
Glazed amethyst eyes, bloodshot with tired veins, stared up at Toris before traveling to Feliks, lingering for a moment with murderous intent directed at the worn blond. It was obvious that Ivan blamed the Polish man for Toris's change in demeanor, and truthfully, if Feliks had any idea of how the Russian felt, he wouldn't blame him. Feliks returned his attention to the exchange as Ivan spoke again.
"But... you say you don't want... to do this," Ivan argued, albeit without much determination.
Toris's expression became torn as he realized he had no defense. He was vulnerable to Ivan once more and he quickly sought silent help from Feliks, following his opponent's lavender gaze to his ally. The blond was relieved to see the wear in his friend's own jade orbs, though he inwardly wished that Toris would leave Ivan to his own defeated self.
"Feliks..."
"Let's go home!" the younger man shouted, tears forming in his eyes. He was tired, and he couldn't take much more in this ocean of bloodshed.
Toris looked back at Ivan. "Russia..." Feliks grit his teeth; why wouldn't Toris leave him alone! "I..."
Ivan's trademark smile returned, a symbol of his unending pride. "Liet, you've said all you can say. Even if it hasn't been on the battlefield."
Feliks had had enough of Ivan's references to events he knew nothing of and he finally found the strength to move, briskly standing and grabbing Toris's arm.
"Liet, let's go. Russia, we'll be back with the official stuff." He stared the defeated man down, waiting for a response.
Ivan smiled again, the gesture frightening while covered in blood and accompanied by lavender eyes wide with madness.
"I'll wait for you, Lietuva."
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