A/N: Because I have been in this ridiculously large LietBel rut, I decided to drabble some in between requests. This was supposed to turn out angsty, but...didn't really? Anyways hope you enjoy, and for those of who have requested things I'm slowly working on them so don't worry! They'll get done eventually I promise!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words!
He used to watch the stars like this with her; on the cool autumn nights when it was him and her and no one else. Time itself seemed to stop on those distant nights, for it even knew that this was true happiness. The two would lay spread out on a grassy him, his fingers intertwined with hers ever go gently, and every now and then he would feel a slight squeeze. She hated the dark, he had known this for every night she would crawl into his bed quietly, gripping onto the the back of his shirt as if never to let go. How he missed her needing him there, and how he missed those happy nights.
More importantly, how he missed her.
Miss Belarus had always been the most independent, the most strong willed, the most beautiful in his eyes, yet he could see the sadness that hid beneath hers. She was lonely, and Lithuania would do anything in his power to make her happy. The memories of her gorgeous smile were slowly fading, after decades of seeing nothing but a scowl and a cold, distant look. She was slowly slipping into a depression, and no matter how hard he tried to help her, it didn't work. He never wanted to leave her side; to make sure she was forever protected and safe, but knew all too well Natalia was too prideful to accept such things. After all, she hated him, but he was so in love with her that he didn't care.
She could hate him all she wanted, as long as it made her happy and gave him the promise of some sort of smile. In fact, you could say Toris was more than content just to be in her presence. During the days of the Soviet Union he could wake up with a smile on his face knowing he'd see the beautiful blond at breakfast, or at random times of the day. He would get more than upset when Russia would make her cry with his rejection, and even went so boldly as to yell back once. This had earned him new scars—ones that had been more painful than any he had before, but it was worth it. It was all for her, and whether she knew that or not did not matter.
She was his sun, his stars, and his world. Nothing—not even the brooding, terrifying Russian—could change that.
But oh how he wished she would at least give him the chance to give her all that she ever wanted. As he laid in the grass, stars above him, and the dew from the plants beneath him slowly soaking his jacket and pants, a flash of a smile, bright and wide flew through his mind and caused one of his own. Not the usually forced one he kept for appearances sake, but the one he saved for her and only her. The smile of happiness that not even time could erase.
She was everything he ever wanted; ever needed in his life. A beacon of light even though she was as cold as the snow her country was filled with. He knew she was capable of love, even after all the times she had told him she was not. Yes, Toris knew all too well that Natalia was more than capable of being happy and in love, he would just have to show her how to again.
A sigh, soft and low passed his lips as eyes flickered open to look at the stars in the sky, beautiful and bright, but no where near as radiant as the woman that had captivated his attention for so long. "Miss Belarus…" He started, almost in a whisper, a hand reached up as if to touch the stars above. "..Natalia."
"One day I'll make you happy, you'll see…And on that day, I'll make you mine…"
