{Fanfic} Forgiveness

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Title: Forgiveness
Author/Artist: doomlizard
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Lithuania/Poland
Rating: PG-13ish?
Warnings: drinking, angst, strange metaphors (:3)
Summary: Poland is wasted on the couch and Liet tries to find out why.

Poland lay among the blue cushions and orange-tinted bottles, a strange blond bird in a nest of ocean and amber. His unfocused green eyes stared unblinkingly at the ceiling, his plain white shirt still buttoned over his chest. One leg and an arm trailed off onto the floor, the other arm clutching an empty bottle. He looked somewhere between completely drunk and passed out.

Lithuania sighed and put dinner on the table. "Are you awake?" A sort of groan came from the couch. He walked over and sat on the floor beside him, running his fingers through his partner's hair. Poland didn't look at him, just stared off into something only he could see.
Liet sighed again. "Whatcha staring at?"
Poland drew a shaky breath. "Not the ceiling."
Liet smiled. "I figured that."
Silence. And then, "Do you... even remember when we were first..."
"First what?"
He shrugged. "Like, ...together? I guess." His voice was small.
Liet placed his head next to Poland's, tracing his jaw slowly. "Yes."
"And everything.... was, like, huge. I couldn't believe we could ever... need that much land. All that and... it just spread out, you know? Like-" He spread his arms to demonstrate and whacked Liet in the face.
"Ow."
"AAAAAH!"
Liet looked at Poland in surprise. He had flipped himself over in an instant, both hands on the other's wrists. "I'm so sorry Liet! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"
"It's okay, it's not that-"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-" Poland broke off in sobs.
Liet stared, then his gaze softened. "It's okay, really." He pulled Poland's hands over his own shoulders, let him fall into his arms, his head fall on his shoulder. His partner's hands clenched with handfulls of his shirt, hovering over his scars. "It's not your fault at all," he murmured, stroking Poland's head, pressing the other's shaking chest to his. "It's okay," he whispered in his ear, over and over again untill Poland's body went slack with sleep against his.
Lithuania leaned Poland away from him and ran his fingers over the damp red eyes, down his cheek, over his lips, finally brushing the hair back from his beautiful face. His partner's limp arms fell into his lap as he picked him up bridal style. Liet kicked open the half-open door to his bedroom and set him gently on the bed. He traced his features one more time and set about straightening the room.
Author's Note: So!  I don't like it that much. There shouldn't  be so many long sentences. I hate the cut.  My computer is horrible with it. I wrote it because the idea came to me, but I also kinda think Poland is a little more angsty than people give him credit for. (Though that's not really the right words.)  Also, do you like how my mood right now is the exact oposite of the fic's? :3