[All of that catches him off guard, because Liet would never do that, would never push him around like that, would never strike him, would never just ignore his needs when he knew how frightening and painful these things could be for him...]
[Liet would never.]
[Poland's eyes narrow, and he reaches for the front of Lithuania's shirt with a snarl.]
no subject
[Liet would never.]
[Poland's eyes narrow, and he reaches for the front of Lithuania's shirt with a snarl.]
Who are you? Where is he?