Sorry these chapters may be short. but i promise this one won't end up to be 60 tedious chapters. I don't know why, but LiteBel is so easy to write. I love LietPol too, but i have never written a gay fanfic before. Aside from side hints of FrUk in my other stories. Each chapter will have at least one flashback, mostly at the beginning. Flashbacks help. I have been reading some of your stories recently (Well, if I know the Anime). I found some really good stories recently. Sometimes, when I'm too lazy to go on my account, I'll post in a Russian Guest name. If it's translated in englisch, it says Tokyomewmewmew. that is the one thing i know in Cryllic. I do not own Hetalia. By the way, I do have a Hetalia based essay that is still lingering around in my Documents. I used it once in Hetalia Modern Day. I had to write it for my History class. It was supposed to be about a hero. Tell me if i should post it.
~Kolko
Flashback. 11 months after coming home.
"You two. I know you don't like each other but could you please just try to get along?" he asked. The two rolled their eyes and nodded. "Now I have to finish some work. Promise me you won't kill each other," he asked. The two nodded. "Marijus, please make sure these two don't kill each other!" he nodded. Lithuania went to the small office room. Poland tried to start up a conversation.
"So… like, how are you-"
"Very uncomfortable," she growled. The cat finally broke the tension.
"Hey! I didn't know you guys like, had a cat," he said.
"She hangs around," she said petting the cat.
"Does she have a name?" Poland asked.
"Yes. This is-" CRASH! They heard something from the room. "Oh Tėtis! He should really look where he's going," he said. Marijus ran off. Belarus tried to get up but was unsuccessful.
"Poland, I would like to see what happened to Lithuania," she asked nicely. She was trying her best to be polite, no matter how much it killed her on the inside. He helped her up. "Thank you Polak- I mean Poland." He nodded. Marijus came scrambling from the room.
"Uncle Feliks call an ambulance, now!" he said.
"But-"
"Just do it! Quickly!" Poland ran to get a phone. "Can you help me with Tėtis?" Marijus asked his mother, "I can't carry him, really."
"Um, I'll try," she said. She slowly trailed behind him.
"Hurry!" he said.
"I'm moving as fast as I can," she said. She tried to keep up with him. "Marijus, what is going on?" She then finally got to the office. Papers were scattered everywhere, for a shelf had collapsed. The fax machine was also on the floor. In the center was Lithuania, curled up, clutching his chest and his left arm. Poland handed the phone to Marijus.
"Yes… yes, my Tėtis is having a heart attack… is an ambulance on its way?… yes this has happened before… about a year or so ago… yes this is Marijus Laurinaitis. My Tėtis is Toris Laurinaitis… no he isn't a dog, he is the Republic of Lithuania… good. Thank you!"
"This happened before?" she asked. He nodded. Toris, I haven't even been back for an entire year yet, she thought, what happened while I was gone? There are many things you still haven't told me.
End Flashback.
She awoke the next morning to Lithuania cleaning her room. He stopped.
"I-I-I am sorry Miss Belarus! Please! I-I thought you were asleep!" he said. He bowed and ran out the door. She sighed. I hope he still is secretly in love with me. She sighed. What always calmed her down and relaxed her was looking at Lithuania's scars. She didn't know why, but the scars and the texture of his back made her feel so secure. She remembered him telling her more about each scar.
Flashback!
"They're…"
"Hideous, right?"
"Beautiful…" she breathed.
"Those scars are nothing mockery and pain! Embarrassment by how weak I am!" he said, "And how much we all got into trouble. And where I took the blame for everything."
"Tell me more of what was mentioned in the last sentence," she said.
"There's a reason why the other two don't have those scars on their backs. I had a rougher history. I was punished more. I always took the blame for anything the others did because I didn't want this to happen to any of them," he explained, "Because I was his 'favourite'. And he liked to pick on me most. Because I am the weakest."
"If anything, you were definitely strongest back then," she said, "I was there. I remember when you were very strong."
"Well, that was then. Now look at me! I'm a total wreck! I'm pathetic," he said.
"You're not to me," she said.
"Look at me!" he said, "I'm pathetic! I have the highest suicide rate in the world! I'm a total disgrace to Europe. Everywhere I go I hear laughter of the other countries. Constantly bulling me and mocking me. But… I always manage to stay strong. I don't care how much they mock me. I don't care what they do, I'm doing better than the other Baltics. Even though I'm the disgrace to the EU, I can still smile."
"Lithuania? Can I ask you something?" He nodded. "How are you so optimistic? Even if your situation is a living hell?"
"I know it will be better tomorrow. And I say I am better than to cave in. And that I will not follow the stereotypes," he said, "Why? are things bad where you are?"
"Is that even a question?!" she said, "Lithuania, I am the last dictatorship in Europe." He then realised he would always lose if it came to whose country sucked more. The two just smiled.
End flashback.
Those scars. They made her see Russia's wrong doings and made her see Lithuania was there for her this whole time. She got up and went downstairs. She was planning on visiting her sister today. She was prepared for anything that came her way.
"So, are you planning on doing anything special today?" asked Russia.
"Visiting our sister," she said.
"I'm sure she would be more than happy to see you," said Russia.
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She finally got to her sister's house. She knocked on the door.
"Sestra? Are you home?" she called. Ukraine finally opened the door and hugged her sister tight. Tears of joy rolled down her cheek.
"I-I thought I would never see you again," she said, "You're finally home!"
"Why do you welcome me back after the way I treated you for so long?" she asked.
"I'm just happy to see you! You are my sister after all," she said, "Come in!" She entered the house.
"Ukraine! What did I say about strangers?!" yelled a voice.
"Oh no. This is my sister! I haven't seen her in fifteen years," she explained.
"Oh, in that case don't mind me," said the voice. They then heard a door shut.
"What's been going on recently," asked Belarus. Ukraine then took her younger sister outside. "Sestra-" Ukraine then broke down sobbing.
"Oh sestra," she said, "Many things have changed since you left. I hate it here! I was so devastated when I couldn't help our dear little brother. And-and-" she just cried harder.
"What?"
"M-My boss, he's… forcing me to get married," she said. Her heart almost stopped. Didn't her sister know how to stand up for herself?
"Who-"
"Turkey," she said, "I've barely even met this man. How do I know if he's a good man or not?" She sobbed some more. Belarus knew Turkey. He was a nice guy. She let him babysit once. Big mistake. When she came home she found him teaching them offensive names to call Greeks. But now, all Belarus could do then was comfort her sister.
"I think Canada would be better, but Turkey is still a great man," she reassured.
"Who's Canada?"
"Nevermind."
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