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[notyetlost]

[A. 1333 Benny Road]

[Lauranatis family, your favorite neighbor is here. He'll just let himself in, no need to trouble yourselves with getting up.]

Liet! I heard you were like totally diseased and stuff so I made my wife make you something to make you feel better!

[Hope you like Lime Jello Marshmallow Cottage Cheese Surprise!]

[B. Phone - Filtered to Stone 456]

Hey Lizzy! Ditch your obnoxious husband for the afternoon and lets go shopping, I'm bored.

Oh and while we're out I want to annoy the shoe salesman who was harassing me about wanting to try on the polkadot heels before I bought them last week.

We can make him pull every pair of shoes in the store to fit us with--you take the ladies side and I'll take the men's side-- and we won't buy any of them! I figure we can make him break down and cry after an hour. Maybe forty-five minutes if we're totally on our game.

It'll be fun!

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[vytis]

[Poland is doing no favors for his headache at all. Well, he was a little hopeful when he heard Poland call him Liet, and not Toris or... Tori? Or whatever ridiculous thing Poland might do to it. But everything else in that sentence is suspicious.

The food, though, is the thing which convinces him Poland is just as brainwashed as most of the town. But he can't be rude...]

Um--thank you...?

[Seriously what is that.]

[notyetlost]

You're welcome!

Where does Koharu keep your plates and that big serving spoon thing? [Don't mind him rummaging through your cabinets and drawers.]

[vytis]

You haven't eaten here enough that you know where they are?

[It's surprisingly easy to pretend this situation is normal, actually. Well, except for the headache, and his mind's insistence on pelting him with the idea of Mayfield as the best town ever. He's not sure what to do about Poland when Poland's like this.]

[notyetlost]

Pfft! [Feliks laughs.] I don't do the kitchen stuff, that's like the ladies domain. You know that.


Oh here we go! [Feliks yanks out two plates and a spatula, it's close enough to a serving spoon in his opinion.] So like, how big of a piece do you want?

[vytis]

[Now he's going to have to eat this stuff, isn't he? He realizes he'd kill for Poland to be whining at him to make paluszki or something and isn't sure how to feel about that.]

I don't have much of an appetite...

[It's not even a lie, really. His headache throbs and he sits down at the table, letting his head drop onto it and looking at least four times more worried than usual.]

[notyetlost]

This will make you feel better! [He'll just plop a large piece onto Liet's plate and pushing it across the table into his line of vision.

In all it's green jiggly marshmellow-y cottage cheesy glory for Liet's eyes to behold.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania just looks at it as it wiggles on the plate. Why would you even mix cottage cheese and marshmallows and jell-o?]

Poland... [He sighs.] How is this supposed to make me feel better?

[notyetlost]

Yeah it's supposed to make you feel better, it's jell-o. I mean what other food dances around like that, it has to be good.

[Feliks will cut a significantly smaller piece for himself and watch it wiggle on his fork for a bit before asking,] What's a Poland?

[vytis]

[Oh, right. Well, that's a pretty good reminder of the situation. Lithuania watches the food some more, though he doesn't lift his head off the table.]

It's a country. In Europe. [He's half hoping this will jog Poland's memory, but he isn't really expecting much.]

[willbeurprincess]

[Koharu steps in and stops. Oh gosh what is that on her dining table no. No. That's...no.]

...Hello Feliks, Toris. ...I'll just put the rest of this away, yes? [Swooping in to grab that jello and heading for the fridge. Love your wife for she is giving you an out] Oh and Toris, do you want some saltines? You shouldn't eat anything too sweet, it might not be good for your headache.

[notyetlost]

Like, don't you want to try some before you put it away? [Feliks holds out his fork to Koharu to sample.]

Oh please, Liet. The only country I care about is the US of A.

[vytis]

A-ah, yes, you're right-- [Lithuania's distracted from his train of thought in going along with Koharu to get out of eating that--stuff--by Poland's next words. It's not as if he can blame Poland for it when he's brainwashed, but--]

...Don't say things like that.

[willbeurprincess]

[ Koharu eyes that with as much polite dismay as she can manage. Her smile actually manages to fake an edge of disappointment]

Oh no, I really shouldn't...I ate earlier and I've been watching my figure. Ah, here are some crackers dear, shall I wrap that up for you.

[notyetlost]

Okay, if you say so. [With a shrug, Feliks pops the fork of jell-o into his mouth.]

What? Half of Europe is full of godless commies anyways. Totally not worth my time.

[vytis]

Shut up about-- [Lithuania's automatic, angry indignation is cut off by more stabbing pain in between his eyes. He hisses a curse in Lithuanian--it's not as if either of them will understand it they way they are now, and it's like its own little rebellion just using a language that isn't English.]

[willbeurprincess]

Toris...? [ She places a hand on his shoulder ] Maybe now isn't the best time to talk..

[notyetlost]

Wow, you're like really cranky today-- [It's sudden and brief, but Toris' unintelligible hissing coincides with a sharp pain piercing through the back of Feliks' head. Wincing, he drops the fork with a clatter.]

[vytis]

I-I'm okay, it's just the headache, that's--[Lithuania jumps a bit, startled by the sudden noise.] Are you alright?

[willbeurprincess]

Feliks? Oh, did it not agree with you?

[notyetlost]

[As quickly as the pain had come, it's gone.] Ah... maybe.

[Shaking his head, Feliks pushes the blob of congealed salad away from him. Maybe his sweetheart over did it on the marshmellows.]

Yeah, I'm totally fine. What were you saying?

[vytis]

[Lithuania hesitates--he doesn't really want to be hopeful about this sort of thing--but he has to at least check and see if what happened to Poland was what he thought it was.]

We were talking about Poland. Or the--Communists, I suppose. You were saying it was a godless, heathen nation?

[That has to get a reaction, right? Poland's practically more Catholic than Italy. Poland uses Bible passages when he gets into ridiculous Mayfield-fueled arguments about friendship.]

[willbeurprincess]

[Koharu blinks at them both, what are they talking about. It's making her head hurt and she rubs her temple. She shakes her head and picks up the plates, never quite turning her back on the conversation.]

[notyetlost]

Oh. Um. Yeah, like for sure!

I mean we go to all that trouble and then they end up going full blown commie anyways. Like, what the heck? Talk about a total betrayal.

[As he hears himself speaking, Feliks can feel some part of himself becoming agitated. He's not sure why. For some reason the word 'Yalta' comes to mind momentarily, before getting abruptly pushed out by a throbbing pain.]

Can we talk about something else?

[vytis]

Why? Is something bothering you?

[He can't just straight-out say no without seeming incredibly suspicious, but he can't drop the topic either when it seems to be bothering Poland.]

[willbeurprincess]

[Koharu stands off to the side and rubs her temples. It hurts to think about communism. It reminds her of something that happened, she thinks, maybe. Maybe.] ...Can we? Talk about something else?