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EngLiet: Renaissance Faire

It was the end of the meeting, and everyone was filing out. England, as the host nation, still had to pack up all the equipment and make sure that everything was locked up. As he was doing just that, he noticed that there was one nation that remained behind. Lithuania was still in his seat, his head cradled in his hands. Frowning in concern, England went to check on Lithuania.

"Are you alright?" England asked.

Lithuania jumped at the sound of his voice, and whipped his head around to regard him. He looked confused for a moment, before he seemed to process the question, and nodded his head.

"Taip, I'm fine," Lithuania said. "Just a bit tired, I guess. Work and stress."

"Has Russia been giving you trouble?" England asked, figuring that it could certainly contribute to the other's stress.

"No, not recently. He's been busy with Ukraine. They're planning something for Belarus's birthday, and asides from asking my input, he's been leaving me alone."

England blinked in surprise. Okay, that was not something that he thought Russia would be busy with, but then again, it was his sister's birthday. He might have decided to do something special.

"So, this is just stress?" he asked.

Lithuania nodded his head, before he stood from his chair.

"Anyway, I think I've imposed long enough," Lithuania said. "I'll get going now."

England bit his lip. He couldn't stand to see Lithuania like this. Perhaps, if there was some way he could help…

An idea popped up, and he beamed. It might not be something conventional, and there was a chance that Lithuania wouldn't be interested, but it would still be fun. And he'd been looking for someone that would be willing to go with him.

"Well, if you want to relax, might I make a suggestion?" England asked.

Lithuania paused, cocking his head to the side with eyebrow raised. He might have been a bit suspicious, and considering his nervous personality, England couldn't blame him.

"There's a Renaissance Faire," England explained. "I was thinking of going the day after tomorrow, if you're interested in joining me."

Lithuania looked thoughtful for a moment, before a small smile graced his lips. England wondered why the sight of the other's smile knocked the breath out of him. It wasn't as though he hadn't seen Lithuania smile before, but he supposed that this was because it wasn't a smile out of politeness. This was a genuine smile from the Baltic nation.

"I'd like that," Lithuania said. "Thank you."

England smiled, and he and Lithuania arranged when and where to meet up.

…

"I'm surprised you managed to get something on such short notice," England said, eyeing the clothes that Lithuania was wearing.

It was simple – it could have been called peasant's clothes. Lithuania shrugged.

"I always pack something like this," he explained. "In case I would like something a bit more comfortable. I usually don't wear this in public, but… I guess the situation calls for it."

England nodded his head. He had to admit, Lithuania looked a lot better in something like this, instead of wearing a suit or his uniform. It was as though this was Lithuania's true self.

They had parked a fair distance away, as it was preferable to have as little interference from the modern world as possible. But it was only a matter of time before they reached the entrance to the fairgrounds.

England watched as Lithuania's face lit up, and England figured that it was a good thing they came. Within minutes, the two of them were wandering around, sampling the food and listening to bards as they tried to recreate the music of those days.

Eventually, though, Lithuania's attention was drawn elsewhere.

"What's going on over there?" he asked.

England followed his gaze.

"Oh, it's a duelling re-enactment," he explained. "It seems the jousting comes later."

Lithuania watched silently for a few moments, before he walked closer. England followed, figuring he wanted to see the people fighting up close. Lithuania went up to a guy wearing armour, who was clearly running arena.

"Excuse me," Lithuania said. "Could anyone participate here?"

England's eyes widened. That was… not what he was expecting Lithuania to say. And neither did the human, who's eyes scanned Lithuania's body and apparently judged him to be too weak.

"Toris, what are you doing?" England asked.

"Well," the human said, "anyone can participate. Doesn't mean that anyone should."

"I'll be fine," Lithuania said.

"Toris," England scolded, "these men are trained to do this. You can't…"

"I can manage."

England shook his head. Since when was Lithuania so stubborn? He was usually meek and had strong survival instincts. And, yes, these were humans, but they were trained for this.

"Do you have a sword?" the human asked.

"Unfortunately, no," Lithuania said. "I'm from Lithuania, here on conference. My colleague was kind enough to tell me about this. So, I didn't really come prepared."

The human's eyes flitted to England, before he sighed.

"I can lend you one of ours," the man said. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Lithuania nodded, and the man sighed, leading him inside. He helped Lithuania with some padding, before suggesting a short sword. Lithuania shook his head, instead going for the claymore. England winced. This couldn't go well.

Except… It did. England's jaw dropped as he saw Lithuania manoeuvre skilfully. The sword's weight didn't seem to bother him, and his stance was on par. He managed to block all the strikes that came his way, and seemed to put his human opponent on the defensive. Eventually, though, Lithuania managed to knock the sword out of the human's hand, the tip of his own pointed at the human's throat.

England jumped in surprise as a roaring applause thundered around him. The duel had gathered a huge crowd, and everyone was cheering for the underdog.

When Lithuania joined England again, the blond rounded on the brunet.

"What was that?!" England demanded.

Lithuania beamed brightly.

"I used to be a great warrior," he explained. "During the Renaissance era, to be honest. I guess I never adjusted to the modern way of doing battle."

England realised what Lithuania was saying. He was better with swords than he was with guns. And… England blushed when he realised that Lithuania had looked attractive in the arena.

"Thanks for inviting me," Lithuania said. "We should do this again sometime."

England smiled.

"Yes," he said. "We should."

The prompt is: 'Lithuania could be really shy, and a pushover, but then one time England takes him to a Renaissance Fair and there's some sort of sword re-enactment and Lithuania really wants to join and England's convinced the Baltic will just be destroyed, but actually Lithuania does really well, because the Renaissance years were his hay day, and he still had quite a bit of badass in him.'