[The false memory of last year's christmas erodes away; the laughter, the happiness, the warm glow of togetherness. It never happened.
In place of laughter there had been tears; in place of happiness, there had been sadness.
The only warmth he'd felt was from the blood oozing onto him from where he'd stabbed Lithuania with a kitchen knife… and from the bullet hole in Lithuania's skull he'd driven him to make on his own.
"Liet, proszę... proszę się nie…"
The words had been foreign, but the pleading desperate apology could have been understood by anyone who listened.
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In place of laughter there had been tears; in place of happiness, there had been sadness.
The only warmth he'd felt was from the blood oozing onto him from where he'd stabbed Lithuania with a kitchen knife… and from the bullet hole in Lithuania's skull he'd driven him to make on his own.
"Liet, proszę... proszę się nie…"
The words had been foreign, but the pleading desperate apology could have been understood by anyone who listened.
"Lietuva ne--"]