Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Tragic, I know. I'll Stand By You
"Hey, Liet, like what's taking you so long?" Poland called from the living room. He was sitting on the couch, feet dangling over the side, and staring at the television upside down. He had been flipping through channels for almost half an hour, waiting for his best friend.
They were supposed to be going to get something to eat, if Liet would, like, ever get out of that bathroom. Poland rolled off the couch with a sigh, and headed in the direction of the bathroom.
"Primping more than usual today, Liet…" the comment died in Poland's throat as he looked at the dark haired nation.
Lithuania was, half-dressed; sitting on the side of the tub, head bowed and his shoulders shook slightly. He wouldn't meet the blonde's gaze; averting his eyes to rest anywhere but on him.
Poland sighed, and crossed the room, pulling Liet into a soft hug as he did so. They both knew his scars didn't hurt anymore, it was the memories. Lithuania let out a choked sound hiding his face from the other nation, as he always did in times like these.
"I'm sorry," Lithuania mumbled though his shaking had finally stopped.
Poland held him tighter, not knowing what to say. In these moments he wanted so badly just to hurt Russia. To make the frigid nation wish he'd never met them, never done… Poland was the one shaking now, but not from pain. The two nations stood in their bathroom longer than either of them expected to, before Lithuania spoke.
"We really should get going, if you want to eat before midnight."
Poland smiled, and let go of the other, disappearing into the hall. He returned seconds later to find Lithuania, still in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. Poland leaned against the door frame, a sad, knowing look in his eyes.
"Jeez, Liet, don't be such a girl," Poland teased, half-heartedly, knowing that Lithuania would be worried over the appearance of his scars.
"You're one to talk," Lithuania called back, holding up a hot pink mini skirt that had been discarded the day before.
"Hey, you know that skirt is totally cute," was Poland's answer with a tone suggesting it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Lithuania didn't answer, instead made his way toward the front door of the house. Poland fell into step with him, and took Liet's hand in a silent reassurance. A small smile appeared on the brunet's face, and he gave the other's hand a gentle squeeze.
"Thanks Poland."
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