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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY INDI DEAR ~~ ♥
042. Giddy
Lithuania was careful not the smash the phone down into its cradle once he heard the click from her end.
Said smashing, of course, could not be from anger. Or frustration. No, no; neither of those feelings in him Taiwan evoked. Not even close.
How could be be angry, or frustrated, after all, if she'd just cheerfully accepted his invitation to go out (as in out, out) tomorrow night? More like his stomach was cold with happiness; even if Russia were to hover behind him and whisper boo, proceed to do something unspeakable, or make him go do some horridly boring task for hours on end, he would not come down.
He was a balloon, floating high up in the clouds. And she, only Taiwan, the girl of the silken black hair and tiny delicate feet, held his string firmly in her perfect little fist.
100. Worried
Taiwan worries.
Just like the sun shines and the rain falls down and the clouds bunch up and cover the sky, dissipate again; it's a fact of nature, unchangeable.
She worries about her future, and her past; her brother, the rest of her family, the state of her garden, Shao Lao Hu, and if she has some leftover time, everything else.
Mostly, though, she's been worrying about Lithuania. They talk on the phone for hours at a time, and always (always), he has to go with an abrupt click. Sometimes she thinks she can hear another voice in the background, one that sends the automatic shivers spiderstepping down her spine.
She will stay up that night, waiting for him to call back and say everything is okay, i'm fine and i'm going to come for you and sweep you up off your feet; she taps her phone against her lip and paces her creaking wooden floor, waiting. Waiting.
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Lithuania worries too.
It's more subtle; he covers up with his motherly way and soft voice and servant's nature. But it, too, is unchangeable, buried too deeply within him to possibly unearth.
He worries about people, whether or not they're happy. About Poland, Russia, his Baltic 'brothers'. Every time it's announced another nation is pregnant, he worries about both them, and the baby. Every time he catches word of a healthy birth, he sends them something as congratulations (because a baby is never something to regret, only celebrate as much as possible).
Lately, though, it's been about Taiwan. That minuscule scrunch of her eyebrows, nervous flick of her inky hair; he knows he stays up later than he should, on the phone with her. Sometimes he falls asleep right there; others, Russia kindly helps him to bed.
He's never said a proper goodbye, what he really wants to say- Hello, i'm here, i'm coming, i'm going to sweep you up off your tiny feet and take you somewhere wonderful. I'm coming. I'll be there. Trust me.
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