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Chapter 8: Lithuania

Lithuania managed to avoid France despite his persistence. But France did not leave Cotswold unsatisfied though, he'd had sex with their cab driver and probably the cleaning woman for his room. She came to his room to clean a few days in a row, Lithuania was pretty sure they rotated people per floor.

Lithuania didn't receive any calls from Russia so he assumed everything went well. His plan had worked and he was free to go back home. Lithuania finished up his paperwork on the plane ride back.

Now everything will be back to normal.

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The next World Meeting was in Latvia. His younger companion was shaking while Russia was staring intently at him.

"W-we should form alliances so t-the big countries w-won't pick on the smaller ones." He stuttered on the podium.

Lithuania tuned him out to stare at Belarus who was staring at Russia. Lithuania let out a lovesick sigh.

Everything is as it should be.

Then he noticed she turned her head, not to look at him, but to look across from her. He followed her gaze to a certain blond Englishman who snapped his head back to Latvia on the Podium.

Was he staring at her?

Lithuania's love for Belarus was sort of a household secret. Russia, the other Baltics and those close to him knew but no one else really did. It wasn't as though Belarus had suitors lined up; nations mentioned how attractive she was but weren't going to "touch that load of crazy with a 50 foot pole" as America so eloquently explained. So he didn't have any competition except Russia and that wasn't going anywhere because of obvious reasons.

It could have been a trick of the eyes. Lithuania was getting old, they all were. America often said he was paranoid, years under Russia would do that to a person.

Poland snickered, checking his phone. "Liet, Like did you get these pictures from France? They're so scandalous." Lithuania furrowed his eyebrows. "I haven't checked my phone yet. What are they?" "They're of Belarus and England in compromising positions. She must've like cleaned his house or something."

Lithuania grabbed his phone. He scrolled seeing: England having caught Belarus from falling, him straddling her on the floor, and him reaching over her from behind to grab something from a higher shelf. Lithuania frowned, passing Poland his phone back. "Hilarious right?"

Poland asked and Lithuania gave him a tight lipped smile.

"Mhmm." He said, the vain in his head throbbing. Lithuania had become too comfortable, used to years of no competition he'd let up on his advances. Belarus went on a date with him for 3 minutes a few years ago, the farthest he'd gotten in a couple of decades.

He was not going to let England trample all of his hard work into the ground.

"That was good Latvia, what I could understand of it anyway. We will reconvene after a short snack break." Germany said, as the other nations started to filter out.

"Hey Liet, do you–." Poland started to say.

"Sorry Poland I need to talk to England." Lithuania hurriedly approached the other nation who was arguing with France.

"Why would you send those?"

"You told me to! You said, 'fine I don't give a fuck. Do whatever you want."

"I was using reverse psychology you twit. I thought your drama loving arse wouldn't want to send them if I wasn't bothered."

"Well you are wrong. I don't care if you care or not, you'll face some kind of repercussion no matter what option you choose!" France said before breaking out into his signature laugh.

"Ohonhonhon–." France was cut off by England punching him in the face. Lithuania was shocked, he knew England and France didn't get along but he didn't know they were violent with each other. He thought they just threw empty threats.

"Ow! You brute!" France said before slapping the Englishman in the face in retaliation. It left a red mark on his cheek. England's eyes narrowed and it almost sounded like he growled? France put up his fists, ready for an oncoming attack.

Lithuania stepped in between them. "G-guys?"

"Lithuania! Did you see what I sent?" France asked with a coy smile, his defences dropped. Lithuania turned to him with a frown on his face.

"I did."

"Funny, non?"

"No."

"See! Not everyone is as scatterbrained as you, France!" England said from behind him. His defences were dropped as well.

"Non, some people don't have a sense of humor, like you Black Sheep!" France fired back.

"France could you excuse us a moment, I want to talk to England." Lithuania cut in.

"Oh you poor thing, you actually want to talk to Angleterre. Well I'm getting uglier by the moment just being in his presence, so I will go." France said with a flip of his luxurious hair and walked past them out of the meeting room.

"Shut up you snail slurping frog!" England yelled after him. France seemed to really undo the polite persona England showed everyone else. America could do it as well but Lithuania could admit America was annoying at times. France on the other hand, was actually a pretty decent person.

"Sorry about that Lithuania, are you alright? Russia didn't come after you did he?" Lithuania was surprised at how worried the other nation looked.

"N-no why would he?"

"Oh I don't know, I assumed you were doing Russia's bidding. It's not very polite to break into people's houses, Lithuania." England crossed his arms expression now sour.

Lithuania let out a chuckle, "Me? Break into your house? That's silly."

England's gaze did not let up. "Let's talk in private." He said and walked out of the meeting room. Lithuania followed him out.

They were in another, smaller room where other meetings could take place. England closed the door. "Now, I know you were in my home. No use denying it now."

Lithuania frowned, "I was at your house."

"Lithuania, did you take those photos for France?"

"No, France took those pictures himself. I knew nothing about it."

England nodded, "Why were you at my house then?"

"To make sure you wouldn't summon Russia for Belarus again." Lithuania said, simply put.

"Ah, that makes sense. It wouldn't be beneath Russia to use you for an intimidation tactic. I've improved their relationship so you won't have to worry about me doing that again." England said, a smug look on his face.

Improved their relationship, what is that supposed to mean?

"Oh you did?" Lithuania asked with an air of disbelief.

"Yes. Belarus and Russia had tea. It was calm and peaceful and not an absolute nightmare. And guess who made that possible? Me." England said arrogantly. He pointed to himself, and smiled.

Lithuania did not believe a word that was coming out of England's mouth. A peaceful outing with Belarus and Russia that didn't end with Russia crying and Belarus trying to get to him was not possible. It was not the natural order of things. So it didn't happen.

"Mhmm. That's nice England." Lithuania gave him a polite smile and turned to leave.

Lithuania did not want to stroke the other nation's ego, and left him to rejoin the other nations. Lithuania blinked before frowning. He didn't even ask England about Belarus.

Lithuania stole Francis's seat next to England. "Lithuania?" The French nation asked upon returning to his seat with a cup of wine and some cheese.

"A-ah France could you sit next to Poland please?"

"I would love to but you know Germany's going to get upset that we're not in our right seats."

"Yo France I'll deal with Germany, I would like to be next to my buddy Liet for a change!" America said with a smile as he put his arm around Lithuania. "Alright Amerique. As long as Germany doesn't try to kill me, I'm fine with sitting next to anyone besides the Black Sheep of Europe." France said with a smile and walked to sit in his seat next to Poland.

England came back with a cup of tea and returned to his seat. He was surprised to see him sitting there instead of France. "I wasn't aware we could switch seats."

"We can't but Liet wants to sit here next to me for the rest of the meeting." America said slapping Lithuania on the back a bit too forcefully. He felt a pain where he'd been hit.

"A change of pace is nice." England commented, sipping his tea.

Soon everyone was back into the meeting room. Germany noticed that France and Lithuania were out of place. "France, Lithuania, you know the rules." Germany said.

America stood up. "Germany dude, relax. Don't you agree that France and Britain sitting together is madness, dude? Those two literally can't go two seconds without trying to kill each other. So maybe they should be placed away from each other. Maybe then we could have a peaceful meeting like you always yell about." America gave Germany a grin before sitting back down. Germany narrowed his eyes.

"I agree with America!" Japan said suddenly, raising his hand.

There was murmuring among the nations as they discussed what America had proposed.

"Why can't we all just sit wherever we want?" Italy spoke up.

A loud chorus of agreements followed Italy's request.

"ORDER! ORDER!" Germany yelled over the growing chants. "NO! We will not change the seats! They've been like this for decades! Changing them would be chaos, no one would pay attention, and we wouldn't be able to keep a count of who's in attendance." Germany said, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Aww come on Germany! Couldn't you take the stick out of your ass just this once?" America asked him. Germany's face was turning red and he was losing his temper.

"We are not changing seats! Lithuania, France get back in your original spots or I will move you both myself!" Germany yelled. Lithuania and France got up and walked back to their original seats.

The meeting continued without any problems. It was mainly Russia asking Latvia questions and Latvia barely able to give him answers.

After the meeting, Lithuania caught up with England who was waiting for a taxi to take him back to his hotel. "England I forgot to ask you, do you have feelings for Belarus?" Lithuania looked at the nation whose eyes widened. He gripped his briefcase.

"No, of course not." He said not meeting Lithuania's eyes. His cheeks were dusted pink. Then he let out a chuckle. "You'd have to be insane." Lithuania was taken aback by that response.

Insane? I'm not insane, am I? Why would I be insane? It's not like I've been chasing after someone who's been in an emotional limbo for centuries and has shown almost no interest in me thus far. No, I'm not doing that. You know what's insane? Standing here instead of talking to Belarus.

"Right." Lithuania said before turning around. Belarus was coming towards them.

"Lady Belarus!" Lithuania said in greeting and surprise.

"Lithuania." She said flatly. She briefly looked past him and saw England. "Hey Lithuania, you want to hear a funny story?" Belarus asked him, expression unchanged.

"Are you seriously going to tell everyone?" England asked, sounding annoyed.

"Yes." She said simply put.

"Yes Belarus I'd love to hear it." Lithuania smiled at her, elated she was wilfully engaging with him.

It seemed like something of an inside joke. Everyone knew England was bad at cooking so the story wasn't all that shocking. He didn't laugh, nor understand what was so funny about it.

But Belarus seemed to think it was and snickered before she stared at him blankly while waiting for a response.

"Well, that is all I had to say to you." Belarus said, her voice monotone again. She simply turned and walked over to the Nordics, presumably to relay the story again.

He'd never seen so much mirth in her eyes, or brightness in what he would call her smile. Her laugh was beautiful, everything about Belarus was beautiful from her dirty blonde hair down to her black Mary Janes.

He watched her a bit more, she was still at a visible distance. She was still stunning in the dress Russia gave her, the one she'd worn for decades now, the typical….

Maroon dress?

That certainly wasn't right.

The End of Part 1

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first part of this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! Hopefully you will come back for part 2! There is definately a sequel! Thank you for reading! Criticism welcome.