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Chapter 6: Lithuania
Lithuania landed in Paris and hailed a taxi to the train station. His boss was going to be upset with him for the extra traveling expenses, but he usually forgave him once he explained he was doing Russia's bidding.
Lithuania found his seat on the underwater train, with his small luggage. He hoped it would only take a few days to get them on unfriendly terms, if all went according to plan.
"Lithuania?"
Lithuania turned his head to see France standing beside the empty seat next to his by the window. "France?"
France was wearing a white suit jacket with a pink undershirt, white pants, black loafers, and pink sunglasses on top of his head.
"The one and only! Why are you all the way out here my little eastern compagnon?" France asked, taking a seat next to him and placing a hand on his arm.
"Oh I have some business to take care of." Lithuania said, glancing away nervously.
"Russia never lets you rest, non?" Francis asked with a smile. Lithuania chuckled, moving a strand of hair out of his eye , "No he doesn't."
"I assume this has to do with Angleterre visiting Belarus. I heard them talking. A little birdie told me they're in Cotswold together."
"W-well what are you traveling to England for France?" Lithuania wondered if France could hinder or help him.
"I want to see for myself! I want to get proof of this rendezvou, why else would they sneak around if not for some sexual arrangement?" France smiled, a bit more predatorily in Lithuania's opinion.
"France, you do know Belarus is in love with Russia right?" Lithuania looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Oui I do, but love and lust are two very different things mon ami." France said, his hand now resting on Lithuania's thigh. Lithuania nervously chuckled while removing the man's hand and resting it on the arm rest.
"I heard them talking about it. Belarus is just doing some household chores for England, that's all." France's eyes held a twinkle of mischief.
"Ohonhonhonhon. Believe what you want Lithuania." France chuckled his signature laugh before putting his hand on his chin. His eyes were half-lidded,"So what does Russia have against Angleterre?"
"Russia doesn't want England summoning him for Belarus. So I have to find out how to end their arrangement before it happens again or before the next meeting. I plan to sabotage Belarus's housework."
"Hmm, mess with Angleterre or film his sexual exploits? The temptation is strong for either, both are good options...Give me a day Lithuania. If I don't see anything happen, I'll help you."
"Sure France…"
"I will be at a five star hotel, at least what Angleterre constitutes as one, not too far. If you want, you could share a room with me or just stop by, my door is always open." France said purring in his ear.
"No thank you France, I have a room." Lithuania gave him a tight lipped smile.
Lithuania and France arrived in London a few hours later. France and Lithuania parted ways. Lithuania's hotel was less upscale than France's, it was a small one bedroom hotel room with just a tv and bed as furniture. Lithuania sat on the bed setting his luggage behind him and rested his elbows on his knees.
What am I going to do for a whole day?
Ring, Ring! Lithuania jumped hearing his phone ring. Looking at the contact name, he realized it was Russia.
"Mr. Russia, what a surprise!" Lithuania's voice raised an octave.
"It has been almost a week, Lithuania. How are things going?"
"O-Oh swell! I'm getting right to it Mr. Russia, don't worry, I'll have the problem solved by the end of this week in fact." Lithuania brushed his fingers through his hair as he felt a chill go down his spine.
"Really? I'll hold you to that promise." Lithuania could hear the amusement in the other nation's voice. "I'll leave it to you then." And then Russia hung up.
Lithuania realized he'd just dug himself a deeper hole if things didn't work out. But Lithuania was certain they would. England was a detail oriented person, and he'd surely be upset if Belarus wasn't doing her job properly. His quick temper if pushed far enough would ultimately cause the early termination of their arrangement.
France came back with photos the next day, Lithuania reluctantly gave him the address to his hotel. "You were right Lithuania, there wasn't anything sexual going on with those two. But the tension, I could feel it. I got some pictures I could use as blackmail on Angleterre later, but that isn't important to our current objective." France said scrolling through the photos on his phone.
Lithuania relayed the plan to France, how they'd sneak in and what they'd change. "...alright France. I'll need you to distract Belarus while I mess up her housework. Make sure England doesn't see you."
"Lithuania, I didn't know you had a bit of an authoritative streak. It's attractive. You could use that for your advantage with women." France said, biting a pen cap, having grabbed a pen and pad to write down what Lithuania said.
"R-Really?"
"Of course! Being a how-you-say doormat makes you seem desperate and uh pathétique." Lithuania shook his head. "France focus. We have to get this done right."
"Se détendre. It'll be fine." France said with a flick of his wrist.
Lithuania and France took a taxi to England's house. France flirted with their female driver on the ride there, and managed to get her phone number. Lithuania kept on a polite smile.
When they got out, Lithuania and France hid in the bushes. Lithuania peered into the house, he saw England sitting on the couch, sewing something, a dress maybe? He had pins between his teeth, and his brows were furrowed.
Lithuania ducked back down. "I don't think she's on the first floor."
"She must be upstairs. I know where Angleterre keeps his ladder." France said, crawling on the ground and around the corner. Lithuania followed.
France was wearing a tracksuit while Lithuania was wearing a black sweat shirt and black sweatpants. "Boost me up." France said. Lithuania cupped his hands and France stepped onto his hand. France jumped and climbed over the fence. France landed on the grass, and then he crept around the house. Lithuania climbed onto and over the fence.
Lithuania crept behind France, "We might not need the ladder. She's in the garden." France whispered. Lithuania peered over and saw Belarus squatting down, planting some fresh daisies.
France winked at him and got up. He walked over to Belarus who in one quick motion had a knife to France's throat. "Belarus."
"What are you doing here France? I should alert England of your trespassing."
"You don't have to do that. I came here to see you." Belarus narrowed her eyes.
Lithuania managed to snatch the fallen hedge trimmers and snipped the heads off some roses, primroses and orchids. Lithuania watched as France tried to keep her from seeing him by moving them around in a circle. Lithuania managed to make it to the other side of the house and poked holes in the hose. Lithuania motioned to France that he was finished.
"Ah it seems I have to run Belarus. I won't tell Russia you're here if you won't tell Angleterre I was around."
Belarus frowned, "I don't want Big Brother to get the wrong idea."
"Right you are, see you at the next meeting." France said blowing her a kiss and going around the corner.
Lithuania and France took a taxi to France's hotel. "Lithuania, come on. Stay with me just for tonight." Francis practically begged.
"France, my things are back at my hotel."
"Come on, unwind with me a bit, please." France gripped his arm gently.
"No thank you France." Lithuania said, pulling out of the Frenchman's grip and took the bus back to his hotel.
What about the girl whose phone number he'd gotten?
Lithuania arrived at England's home the next day, he was wearing a mask this time. Conveniently England was airing out his kitchen. Said nation was infamously known for his bad cooking. Lithuania snuck into the backyard, hiding under the kitchen window. "I'm going out to get a few more supplies from the market. Do you want something in particular Belarus?" England asked on his way out the backdoor.
"I need more knives, the ones I have are old." She said to him from somewhere deeper into the house.
"Right…I'll see if they have some sharp ones." Lithuania snuck into the open window as England stepped outside.
Luckily Belarus wasn't in the kitchen. Lithuania noticed Belarus go past him and down a hall, carrying a basket of clothes. Lithuania, a master of stealth, followed her once she turned the corner to what could be assumed as the laundry room. Lithuania hid behind the dryer. Belarus separated the whites from the darks. Lithuania heard her open the washing machine that was beside him. He heard her close the door, open and pour detergent before leaving the room. Lithuania peered at the pile of colored clothes still left in the basket. He took off one of his black socks, carefully opened the lid a bit and dropped it in there with the whites.
Lithuania was just about to go out the window when he bumped into a plate that was drying and knocked it to the ground. Lithuania froze as the glass shattered into a million pieces. Belarus was fast approaching, the sounds of her mary jane's on the wooden floors gave way to loud squeaks. Lithuania scrambled the rest of the way out of the window, but not before feeling something sharp impale itself into his thigh. "Intruder!" Belarus shrieked as Lithuania rolled onto the grass.
Sharp pain throbbed where Belarus lodged a knife in his leg. Lithuania thought he'd be able to lay there for a minute but soon Belarus jumped out the window. Lithuania scrambled up and ran towards the fence. He jumped and climbed over it, even though his leg was screaming in protest. Lithuania landed on his feet and ran towards the street. Despite the pain he managed to make it down the road. He looked back to see Belarus stop her pursuit, as he was far from the house, and he hadn't stolen anything.
Lithuania called France that evening to pull the knife out of his thigh. France came over with a few bandages, a few old shirts and an ice pack. "It's going to hurt, but I'm going to go slow." France reassured him.
And that was how Lithuania was on his stomach biting into an old shirt of France's and gripping onto the bed sheets as the Frenchman slowly pulled a knife out of his leg.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Crticism welcome.
Translations
Se détendre-relax
compagnon-companion