Of all the people in the world, Lithuania honestly thought he could trust Poland. He tried hard not to focus on the blonde in front of him.
"So like, that would be good and all, right?" The Pole's voice was intruding in. "Right, Liet? You can totally just give me Vilnius. It's totally mine anyway, right?"
All those years in Russia's house, deprived on contact with Poland. They became nations again, independent of the Empires, and this?
"I can't- it's my capital," Lithuania tried.
"That's so TOTALLY rude! I want it! Like, learn to share!" Any number of responses flew through the Lithuanian's mind, none of which seemed like a good thing to say.
"Feliks," he tried again.
"I totally know what you're going to say!" the Pole interjected. "'It's like, always been my capital, historically and stuff!'" Poland mimed, making a face that Lithuania was sure he'd never made before in his life. "I know, geez! And now you've got that lame Russian riding my ass about it too!" Poland puffed out his cheeks, hands on his hips. "I thought you hated him. Like, make up your mind!"
Lithuania didn't dare open his mouth, didn't dare tell the Pole that he only went to Russia because the person he trusted most was the aggressor this round.
He didn't dare mention how the person he loved betrayed him.