Number 2 of the music meme.
The song is "My Curse" by Killswitch Engage
And the pairing, of course, is a very one-sided RussiaxLithuania
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Russia was standing at the door, leaning on the frame. His arms hung from the side of his body, one clutching a bottle of vodka. Silence rang out through the house; no one daring to speak. Lithuania continued packing his things. Russia continued watching.
Lithuania clicked the locks on his bag, before standing up, his back to Russia. As calmly as he could, he turned around, keeping his eyes straight ahead, focused, and definitely not making contact with Russia's. He began walking.
Russia contemplated remaining standing there, standing in his way, but instead slowly moved to allow Liet to pass. He turned, watching as Lithuania opened the front door… and like that, he was gone. No goodbyes, no acknowledgments, just the crushing feeling of loneliness that consumed Russia as soon as the door shut.
And he allowed it to consume him. To take him over, eating him from the inside out. The terrible isolation, the crushing emptiness, it was always with him. It followed him. Stalked him. Like a curse of never-ending desolation. He fell deeper into the pits of alcohol, letting the liquid numb the pain.
In the night, as he lied curled on his couch, he would dream. He would dream of vast, open, snow-scaped spaces, without a soul in site. A lone figure would appear, some distance away from him. He would strain his eyes to try and see some speck of detail that would identify them. Desperately, he would try to reach this person. He'd run, as fast as he could, but the distance between them would never diminish. And, sometimes, these dreams would spill over to reality, no longer being able to contain them purely in his subconscious. These were the nights that he screamed, yelled as loud as he could. Because he knew who that person was. The tormenting individual who appeared, it seemed, purely to inflict Russia with anguish.
"LITHUANIA"
If he called loud enough… maybe they would hear. Maybe they would turn. Maybe they would see him, and maybe they would even come back.
And still I want
And still I ache
But still I wait
To see you again
Dying, inside, these walls
And I see your face in these tears
In these tears
And I see your face...
There is love