✧ 02

[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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[willbeurprincess]

[ Koharu really isn't used to pain like this. She never gets headaches. It's worse than breaking her arm somehow. More relentless, unforgiving. Except remembering when she broke her arm ( in the dark scared and searching and why was she scared in Mayfield ) sends a fresh wave off pain through her head.

Don't mind her rushing to the sink, she's trying to be sick quietly]

[notyetlost]

[Feliks drops his head on the table, fixing his eyes on a spot on the tile floor in an attempt to focus his vision. Anything to make the room stop spinning. He just wants to get out of this house and away from Lithua-- No. Liet.]

I'm going home-- [Despite saying it Feliks doesn't move from the chair. He doesn't know where home is as two conflicting memories clash in his head.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania feels himself wilting; he hates doing this and he's so exhausted--more than just from this, from so many things Mayfield has done to them that he's tried to push aside and keep moving on from. But being alone like this even when he's not alone--it just reminds him of all the other times he's failed to help anyone at all.]

I'm sorry. I don't--I'm not trying to-- [The apology is automatic; the fragile, lost, almost pleading quality to his voice isn't something he notices himself, though it's obvious.]

[willbeurprincess]

[Koharu clings to the sink, trying to force her breathing back to normal. The tone of his voice makes her want to cry--the whole situation makes her want to cry. Running water to wash her sick away, rinsing her mouth--none of it really makes it better.]

...I'm sorry. [ She looks small now, curled in against herself. More like the teenager she is than the mature wife Mayfield made her into.]

1/3

[notyetlost]

[The apology rings hollow for Feliks at first. If Liet were actually sorry he'd stop whatever he was doing that was causing them so much pain instead of continuing to do it.

But... there's something about his voice as he says it. Feliks can hear the vulnerability of the words even through the digits crammed in his ears. He knows that tone, he knows the desperation, he knows the guilt from hurting someone in an attempt to save them.]

2/3

[notyetlost]

[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.

"Lietuva ne--"]

3/3

[notyetlost]

He didn't want to remember it. It was painful. It hurt. The violent migraine was nothing compared to the pain of having to acknowledge that this happened again. He wanted to forget it, he wanted forget everything.

All the terrible things this place had done to him, but even more than that all the terrible things this place had made him do to people he loved.]

...Lietuva.

[He struggles to lift his head from the table, but eventually his eyes reach Lithuania's.]

Lietuva ne...