reckless_eagle | Fifteenth Entry [Audio | Locked to Liet

Wouldn't he be able to eleminate his weaknesses if ...he is like that?

[He doesn't know what to call it, and getting armored sounds good. And Lithuania doesn't know much about the 2 WW time (Germany was an ass towards everyone, no reason to assume that it was even worse for Poland), so there is no reason ask about it.]

I don't know. I totally don't.

[He starts putting on the parts of his armor that he can reach by himself.]

[Lithuania is already done with that and has moved on to the parts that he will need help with, so he comes over to the other nation.]

I'm sure we can find something, though. We're together. We'll win.

[Poland nods, finishing with the stuff he can do alone and starting to help Liet.]

Totally. We'll like, make this right.

[Pats him on the back]

...At least for now.

[They always come back, after all.]

...Well, we'll like, see if me helping kill him twice gets the message through his head. If not, there's got to be a limit to how much he can come back or something, right?

[There is something ironic about POLAND saying that.]

I'm sure there is. There has to be.

[And something equally ironic about Lithuania answering that.]

And maybe then he'll at least stay away from good people.

Yeah, seriously.

You're done. Get mine?

Sure.

[Helps Poland with his.]

I think we should get a gun and learn how to handle it.

We've like, had a long time to get used to the weapons we already have. Do you think it's worth the effot? I mean, we've totally got crossbows and stuff already...

They are a huge advantage in battle. Faster to reload, stronger, and fit for longer distances than crossbows. We should at least try it.

...I bet America will teach us, if we ask. He seems good with them, and I'm pretty sure he likes us.

Or we-

[bites his lip. Not mentioning Pakistan.]

That sounds like a good idea.

We can like, ask him later. When we get back, and Pakistan isn't around.

[Good job, Liet. You don't lose Poland points!]

Yes... let's go.

[Grabs his sword and opens the door, holding it open for the other nation.]

[Poland takes his own weapons, and heads out, leading Liet towards the stairs]

[And Liet follows.]

[Standing outside the door to the room he last saw the Major in, Poland takes a deep breath. The things that had been done to Ritsuka, the things that the Major told him happened to his people--he feels sick to his stomach, something deep inside him screaming at the thought of it all, and he rests a hand on the wall to steady himself]

It was through here. There were like, traps last time, so be way careful...

[There's definitely something off about his voice. It's... a little empty.]

[He nods and opens the door with the tip of his sword instead of his hand, standing as far away from it as possibe - nothing happens.]

What happened when you were here last time?

You were asleep, and on the network, there was--the communicator turned on, and he had Ritsuka, and he was--was like, hurting him. Cutting him open, putting some strange thing into the wound, with the boy awake and pleading with him to stop, and I--I told him to stop, and he laughed at me, told me... things... [He looks sick and weak at the memory.]

I like, found this room because something inside it exploded. Another friend of Ritsuka's set off some of the traps trying to get to him--I don't know his name. He was like, bleeding from shrapnel wounds by the time I got there. There were more explosions when Dean and I went in, but we got through to the door on the other side, and he... he was there.

Like I said, he isn't very hard to fight, once you're close. Carries a gun, can't shoot it very well. I don't remember what--I think we talked. I can't remember what we said, I was so angry, and he shot at me a lot but he missed, and I--I cut his arm so he'd stop shooting, but the bone stopped it. Metal. I think all of them are. Definitely--definitely his spine and skull. Felt it when I punched him, and when I...yeah.

[Still looking pretty unwell.]

[Stepping back a bit, waiting for the door to do somethhing, and very attentively listening to Poland while he does so. Then he reaches for his crossbow and fires inside a couple of times, setting off some traps.]

What did he tell you?

[Because, despite everything else being more relevant to the current situation, that seems to be more relevant to Poland.]

...What Germany had done to my people, during the war he doesn't want to talk about. What... What he thought was "good enough" for my children.

[Firing one more projectile. Then he turns around, looking at Poland while still paying attention to the door, and pressing the palm of his free hand softly against the other nation's cheek.]

It was different from what he did to everyone else?

[Takes a deep breath, leaning into Lithuania's touch for comfort]

...God, I hope so. I don't... I don't know, but...

He like... told me that when they occupied my cities, they... they attacked my civilians, even after they'd destroyed my government. Attacked schools, hospitals, churches. Took my people--not just my soldiers, my merchants and scholars and women and children and anyone they pleased-- from their homes, forced them to go to places they built on my soil. Less prisons than slaughterhouses. Starved them, worked them to death. My Jews and my Gypsies and my sick and anyone Germany didn't think was good enough. Said they weren't good enough to live and reproduce, so he--poisoned them by the hundreds, shot them, gave them over to--to men with no right to call themselves doctors, doctors have to swear not to bring their patients to injustice, not to hurt them, not to do things like he was doing--things like the Major does. To Ritsuka, and to Pakistan, and to my people, but they're alive again and my people won't live again in our world. Not until Christ comes again. I--

[He cuts himself off, realizing that he's gotten pretty incoherent and hysterical, and focuses on breathing deeply and trying not to cry.]

[Nobody seems to be in there anymore, so Lithuania takes a step away form the door, over to Poland. His thumb rubs softly , soothing over the blond's cheek and he wraps his arm around his friend, pulling him closer.]

He will come again. One day, He will come in his glory, and everyone will get what they deserve.

[It's a simple truth to him now. Because it always was that to Poland.]

And it doesn't happen now. And here we can do something about what this Major does. ...Something. I'm sure we can.

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