Phone Stalking
Lithuania looked down at the call log, faintly amused. It said: seven missed calls.
Russia. He sighed. It had to be Russia. He dialed for the voice mail and listened.
" Добрый дeнь, милый..."
Lithuania smiled. Yeah. Definitely Russia...
"I had hoped to talk with you. Hmm... But I am sure you will call me back, дa?" There was a faint beep. The recording had ended. Lithuania proceeded to the next:
"Torisa, I miss you very much~!"
"Torisa~ pick up! Pick up!"
"Toris...! Why do you not answer my calls...!"
"Why are you ignoring me, Toris?"
"Toris... I am growing impatient~"
"Kolkolkol... Lithuania~ if I do not hear from you in one hour I am commandeering a flight to Vilnius and finding you myself!"
Oh dear Lord... Lithuania checked his watch: it was 9:45. Russia had last called twenty minutes ago. But Lithuania wasn't willing to bet that he would wait a full hour to try something stupid.
A/N:
" Добрыйдeнь, милый..." = "Good day, darling."
Torisa = what a diminutive of Toris might sound like. .
