Hello. Bored with a 90 minute delay, and about time I make a random drabble thing to store random thoughts. I know "Capricity" is not a word. I just looked up synonyms for 'random' got 'capricious' and decided to make a different noun out of it. Shall think of a more clever title later.
Usual~
Lithuania and his brothers were never quite usual. They weren't as close as normal siblings, weren't as similar. But for this they fought less, calm where any other set of siblings would be in quarrels.
Lithuania reflected on this as he went about his daily work, daily chores. He loved his brothers; he had no doubt of that. All their time with Russia, he had tried to take the blame, tried to protect his two younger siblings. And it had worked, to some extent. He would bear the most lasting scars.
Lithuania liked to think his brothers cared for him in return. But being a person of such pessimistic disposition, at least in regards to himself, he could never seem to convince himself this was true. But still, it didn't mater. They were brothers, and as long as they were happy it didn't really matter.
"Hey!" America greeted, rounding the corner. He would know of brothers, too, wouldn't he? England had been like an older brother to him, had he not?
When America returned from the storage room, eyes watery but tears fought back with a brilliant smile, Lithuania understood. He understood very well.