A/N: Working on editing. Thank you all for you patience. Hopefully after I fix the rough spots in the current chapters I can get back to new chapters.

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This is totally not like me. I'm not going to hide from this. Liet is hurting and I can't just sit here and let him suffer. I'm just going to take the chance. I seriously should bash myself over the head for not noticing sooner. It's all like small things. He never leans back against anything, he goes like totally still whenever I get annoyed, and he always asks for permission for small stuff like baths. What makes it worse is that I totally know he's been doing it the entire time he's been here. It's just now I'm like noticing.

How many other things like this did I totally miss while we were separated? I didn't see him during all that time but we wrote sometimes. I talked to him on the phone. Appologies are like totally not enough. I don't know how to say it but maybe I can like show him. But Liet is still stubborn as ever. He's going to let me help him unless I make him.

"Hey, Liet, I'll show you mine if you show me yours," The look on his face would normally make me totally die with laughter. Right now I really don't find it funny.

When he recovers, he ducks his head totally refusing to look at me, "We're a little old for that. Besides it's not like you haven't seen it before."

"You're totally thinking perverted stuff," I chide him gently. His face goes red.

"What am I supposed to think you meant?" He gives me that frustrated look he used to. I'm seriously happy to hear and see that annoyance. I was sort of worried that he would just put on that fake smile and apologize.

"Maybe like something you've been totally hiding from me," I meet his eyes waiting. My heart is pounding like so hard. Am I pushing him to hard?

His eyes go seriously wide and he looks down again, "Poland, you're acting strange."

"Lietuva, look at me ok?" I say it gently reaching out and gently squeeze his shoulder. He turns to me again eyes flickering over my face. I seriously don't think I've used his full name. Like ever, well not in his language anyway. I push up my left sleeve. The skin on my forearm is smooth and pale except for the long strip of scar tissue.

He runs his fingers over the discolored skin. He looks at me and pulls his hand back really fast like he's worried that he was being rude, "Sorry."

"It's ok," It's kinda uncomfortable to think about it but I'm totally committed already. No point in stopping, "I do seriously wish I had thought to like numb it or something first. After that totally jerky blini bastard decided that he wanted a buffer zone between him and Germany I got to come home. I was totally messed up in the head at first. The numbers Germany's boss put on me were like constantly reminding me about how bad that time was. One day I just totally didn't want to look at it anymore. So I like decided to just cut them off. It was seriously messy. But it healed up fine and starting to like fade a bit. It used to look way worse."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know," I sigh. He's feeling bad for me? Liet so needs to learn to be more selfish.

"I'm totally a phoenix, remember? I'll rise up no matter what happens," I lean back against the cushions and lightly tap his shoulder, "So, Lithuania, what about yours?"

He stiffens and tries to put on that totally fake smile, "Eh? I… I don't know what you mean."

"I know about your back already," I say it as calm and as matter of fact as I can. "I'm not stupid, Liet. You're hurt. Please let me help you for once."

We sit in the seriously uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. I starting to think he is going to totally breakdown again. He drops the smile and unbuttons his shirt. It slips off his shoulder as he turns.

"Like no wonder you've been sick. This is really bad," Some of the slashes are healing ok but others are totally not.

"Don't worry about it too much. It's been worse," He says it so normal like he really believes it. I look him over. No, it's totally worse than that. He seriously means it.

"Your attempt at reassuring me is like totally not reassuring at all," He is seriously in bad shape. I hope that first aid kit I've got has enough stuff to let me patch him up.

"Sorry," He glances at me nervously. His voice is so like soft.

I take a breath to calm myself, "Liet, like relax ok. It's just me."

"I know…" He closes his eyes. "I trust you."

"We should totally get this cleaned up," I jump up and run over to the bathroom. Why is it so bad though? We've been hurt like a lot of times fighting with Sweden, Prussia, and even Russia before. It's totally not like him to neglect injuries. I shake myself. Seriously it doesn't matter why it's like this. Right now it's way more important to make sure he gets better.

I hear him enter the room as I drag out the first aid kit. I keep my eyes away as I hear the rustle of his clothes. The water is shut off and I listen as he gets into the tub.

"Thank you. You can turn around now."

I take a washcloth and squeeze water over his back. Again I'm totally unsure about what to say. I start washing out the wounds. I'm seriously trying to be careful but he still flinches whenever I pass the towel over an infected spot. I chatter not really thinking about what I'm saying. I'm just trying to like distract him from how much this must hurt. It takes a while but eventually it looks like I got everything clean.

"Poland, I'm sorry," He says abruptly.

"Like I don't get why you're apologizing," I rinse the suds off his back. "I've just made you totally uncomfortable by hassling you into showing me this. Shouldn't I be the one asking you to like forgive me and stuff?"

"It's not about that. It's because I'm not the person you remember," He draws his knees up to his chest. His voice gets totally thick like he's about to cry, "I think he died in the snow."

"Huh? Liet?" I run my fingers through his hair the switch in mood is like totally distressing.

"I'm weak and nothing but a broken doll. The things I did when I was living in his house... I can't be the same person you knew before. Not anymore," He stares at the water his eyes get all shiny with tears.

I lean close and wrap my arms around his shoulder as I whisper into his ear, "So what if you like had to do some bad things? It totally wasn't your fault."

He shakes his head his shoulders shaking as he starts crying, "If I had been stronger, or smarter I could have gotten away or fought back. No one else would have given up. You didn't. I don't see why you're putting up with me. You should hate me."

"Liet, you're like being stupid right now. I mean so unbelievably idiotic," I kiss his cheek gently. I think he's like starting to run a fever. His skin feels way to warm, "You're totally my bestest friend. I know you had it really rough but I totally don't get why it would make me like think less of you and stuff. No matter what, I like you. I always will even if you seriously think I shouldn't."

"Poland?" He finally looks up. His voice is shaking but he isn't like crying as hard.

"I'll like be less selfish. With you anyway. But you've gotta like tell me off or something when I do something that makes you uncomfortable and stuff."

He laughs and hugs me he's still crying though. I can feel my shoulder getting damp from his tears, "Po, I'm sorry."

"Like what are you apologizing for now?"

"For doubting you," He kisses me softly, "For thinking you wouldn't want me around if you knew."

His lips press softly at first against mine then harder. I kiss him back running my finger through his hair. "Hey you like called me Po just now didn't you?"

"You don't want me to?" He doesn't sound like totally scared like before but I still hear a little of that soft pleading tone.

"No, I'm totally happy you did. You haven't called me that in like forever," I wipe away his tears, "Hey, Liet you should like hurry up and get better. It's feels totally weird to be the responsible one."

That earns me a little laugh, "The same and yet completely different," He kisses me again softly. He's like way calmer now though he seems really tired to. Worry about what happened later. For now there's a lot I need to do to make sure he's back to normal.