Based off the Bruno Mars song "Talking to the moon". LietPol two-shot. Liet's POV

"Hey moon. It's me again."

Lithuania sat in Russia's front yard. He had to sneak out of his room as not to wake up Russia. He knew better than that. Now that Poland did, it was too late...

The crisp, clear Russian night would have been beautiful if he had someone to share it with. He could see every star and name every constellation

" And that one's Leo the lion." Lithuania pointed out.

"Like,how the hell is that a lion?" the blond nation asked.

"Just use your imagination."

"Well, I think it looks like you, Liet. He looks all tough and awesome."

Poland rolled on his side and kissed Lithuania. The brunette giggled

"Poland, you are damn liar." he whispered.

"Like, how?" Poland demanded

Lithuania shifted away from his lover.

"I'm not tough. I'm always getting beaten up and taken away from you. If I was tough I'd always be there for you. I'd protect you from everything: Germany, Russia, famines...

Poland was suddenly on top of him. The moon glowed through his hair and the stars glittered in his cat eyes.

"What makes you tough is you, like, coming back to me. Who else would go through all the shit you do just to be with me? You're an absolute masochist and I love it"

Poland laid his body on Liet's and kissed him tenderly, knowing fully that it could never last

"I miss him so much. God, I can't even tell you. It's like...I feel like someone's taken out...whatever it's called that makes you happy and replaced it with a brick. I just don't feel anymore. I've bottomed out. Pain doesn't even register anymore. " Liet said. Tears threatened his eyes. Maybe he wasn't as unfeeling as he thought he was

The other Baltics were so annoyed with him moping about Poland they couldn't stand to be around him. They'd always been jealous of the attention he gave to Poland and now that he was gone, good riddance.

"And you're the only one who will listen to me, Mėnulis.

Liet sat down and folded his hands in his lap and looked up. People might have thought he was praying, and in a way he was.

Lithuania was too depressed to even get up and cried himself to sleep on the cold, unfeeling earth