I don't own anything except for my laptop, and I have no idea what this is or where it's going...
He missed it. When his eyes lit up the room while talking nonsense. That nonsense wasn't so silly now. Feliks had always been so stubborn in his childish beliefs. Well... Lithuania had to admit that he had once held such ideals. Even if he now understood how science and math solved the once mysteries of life, it would have been nice to still believe in fairytales. Unfortunately, being a nation made it difficult to clutch to fables. Lithuania learned that sometimes, the dragon beat the knight. Sometimes the hero was wrong. More importantly, True Love's Kiss didn't always wake the princess. His princess was sleeping, and his armor was rusted and lost.
He couldn't remember when that twinkle had faded, when Poland was no longer a rescuable damsel in distress. He had been harsh when he told the blond to get a grip, that wishing on stars would get him nowhere. It was ironic that stars were now Lithuania's last chance. Now that he was alone, he found himself tying his heart to every shooting star, wishing and waiting. More than anything, he missed the mischievous look those greens eyes got when their owner stood on his toes to steal a kiss. Not just any kiss, he would remind himself. A kiss of true love.
He missed that golden hair, so much like the princesses he claimed to be like, always smelling so fresh and glowing like the sun. The hair he teased about taking so long to fix from its wild bedhead state to what was deemed presentable by the stylish country. The laugh that would start out as giggles, but would turn to snorts, much to Feliks' mortification. Poland's smile, strong and sweet and so very Poland, that Toris would find his worries melting away. Now that smile , the one that had been etched into his memory and heart, was beginning to fade. He had been smiling at the end, he found himself remembering. He wasn't sure if it had been because he had snapped from his situation, or if he had just accepted his fate. His faith in anything he believed in was unwavering, from his religious views to his belief that he would always rise up from the ashes.
He had found a figurine on a music box that reminded him of his once lover. Times were hard, but he bought it. When he wound the key, he discovered, to his dismay, that it was all wrong. If Poland had been there, he would have made a few remarks on the ugly box. The dancer's movement wasn't at all like the grace that Feliks had possessed. Her outfit was ugly, and it made her seem so weak and frail. He had been strong and would have made the skirt flow with the beat. Her makeup was too bright, making her look sickly and grotesque. The music... he had heard all the music before. The same tinkling that every music box emitted. A waltz that could he might have enjoyed in another time, dancing with his partner. Lithuania was so disgusted with the cheap trinket that he smashed it. Yet when he saw those delicate arms covered in cracks, where there had once been smooth, pale glass, he realized that he had now allowed the destruction of two of his dolls. The petit ballerina, sitting in piles of her own glass powder, could be fixed if he was desperate. She would be ugly to all others who laid eyes on her, but he would know. He would know that she had risen from her ashes.
Feliks had never had a chance surviving, after drowning himself in tales of glass slippers and poisoned apples. It was a weakness, but without this flaw, he would have been the same as all of their fellow nations. They used his faith against him, slowly shattering his lovely blond. Having hope in a less harsh world made him more beautiful than the others, a beauty that no one was ever able to see except him. A beauty that might never been seen again. So for now, Toris would have to keep on wishing on stars, and waiting for his Phoenix.