who can say if I've been changed for the better

[vytis]

Who: Poland and Lithuania
When: March 17th
Where: the tavern
What: Lithuania and Poland both decide to go have a drink or five, having spent the last couple of days moping. They run into each other.
Warnings: maybe language?

[Lithuania hadn't really been doing much of anything since that meeting at Ukraine's house. He didn't want to call it moping but in his less proud moments (of which he'd had a few over the last two days) he knew it was, no matter how many times he cleaned and re-cleaned various rooms in the house.

Going to the tavern wasn't really a solution, but he reasoned it couldn't hurt, either, so here he was, sitting at the bar and staring at not much of anything. Even though this was the strongest drink they had, according to the bartender, Lithuania didn't think he'd be getting drunk very quickly with it.]

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[likesottlyfab]

[Poland's general shyness prevents him from looking at anyone in the tavern too closely. Trying to make small talk with a drunk stranger just because you happened to accidentally catch someone's eyes was the worst. He flops onto a bar stool, letting his feet swing carelessly.]

Vodka... or whatever sucks the least, I guees.

[Poland makes the bar prop up his head for him while he watches his drink get poured.

Nope. Not Vodka. Oh well.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania looks over at the sound of Poland's voice, making a little noise of surprise at running into him here before quickly looking away. Probably too late to prevent Poland from noticing, but Lithuania stares down at his drink anyway.

Well, his glass. It's empty again.]

[likesottlyfab]

[Putting his glass to his lips Poland turned at the noise curiously.]

Oh.

[It figures the one time he leaves the house in two days he'd bump into Lithuania. Sure they lived next door to one another so they were bound to collide sometime, but this was just typical bad luck at it's finest.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania calls for another drink, because he's definitely going to need it now. He glances at Poland occasionally, feeling like he should say something, but no words come to mind. It's odd to be so awkward with someone Lithuania's known for so long.]

[likesottlyfab]

[Poland tries to focus his attention on the liquor in his glass, but every time Lithuania's eyes dart over briefly only to glance away again Poland becomes more uncomfortable.

It was awkward, almost painfully so.]

Is there something on my face, you keep looking this way.

[vytis]

No, I just--

[Lithuania sighs. There isn't anything to finish that sentence with, and there's nothing in his mind but scrambled thoughts and conflicting emotions and none of that is going to help him come up with any sort of complete thought out loud.]

Nothing.

[He tries to keep his eyes on the table.]

[likesottlyfab]

...Okay.

[Poland finishes his drink and considers going home. Maybe he could just buy a bottle or three off the bartender and leave.

Drinking completely alone at home seemed worse though. It had an air of pathetic about it that even Poland wasn't willing to subscribe to, even if he was kind of depressed.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania is still doing his best not to look at Poland, doing so by staring at either the glass or at the wall in turn and generally trying to keep a drink at hand at all times. Lithuania doesn't really want to go drink alone in his room at home or something, either, and maybe if he can manage to get himself drunk he won't care that Poland's sitting next to him.

Of course, it would help if the alcohol was stronger.]

[likesottlyfab]

[Despite the weak quality, Poland recognizes a familiar warmth engulfing him after a period of time has passed. The fact that he hadn't bothered to eat much over the past two days and his short stature could have been to blame, but Poland knew better.]

When I get my nationhood back this is going to be impossible to achieve again isn't it.

[vytis]

Hm?

[Lthuania looks over at Poland again, surprised the other nation was actually addressing him, before realizing what he's talking about.]

Oh, you're still human, aren't you?

[likesottlyfab]

Duh. You say it like it's a bad thing.

[Poland will let the bar hold up his head again. Able to get drunk regardless, being human was terrible.]

It's a terrible thing.

[vytis]

I wasn't human for that long.

[He thinks back as he downs the rest of his latest drink. How many has he had? Losing count probably wasn't a good thing, but he just asks for another.]

It felt odd.

[likesottlyfab]

Odd... no. [That didn't seem like the right word for it. Poland runs a finger around the rim of his glass, looking at the lack of contents.]

Empty.

It feels empty.

[vytis]

[Lithuania frowns into his own glass.]

...It did.

This is better but I don't know if it's really... That much moreso...

1/2

[likesottlyfab]

It's better. It has to be.

New Polish Rule: I totally won't accept it not being better than empty!

2/2

[likesottlyfab]

Although you don't have to follow the rules anymore, so I guess it's null and void or something.

[vytis]

[Lithuania sighs again and is silent for a while, drinking, before he starts up the conversation again.]

I think I can feel them. [His people.] Or, I know I can feel them, but I don't know if it's really them or if--

You probably don't care.

[There's not an ounce of venom in it, just Lithuania stating what he's sure is a fact before he drinks some more.]

[likesottlyfab]

Why?

[vytis]

[Another pause, as he puts his thoughts together.]

They feel safe, but I can't see them or ask them if they are. I don't know if this is just how they felt a year ago when I was taken or if...

If Mayfield is just making me think I can feel them somehow. When Estija first arrived, he said something about--about what if when we're taken time keeps going, and if that's really happening...

[The alcohol's helped loosen his tongue enough for this sort of conversation, at least; that and being so used to Poland when it came down to it that somehow even if he wasn't sure they were ever really going to be friends again it seemed like it was okay to tell him this sort of thing.]

[likesottlyfab]

You should totally think whatever makes you least crazy.

So if you think it's them and they're saying they're fine, then they're fine.

[vytis]

[Lithuania's grip tightens on his glass.]

But what if they're not?

[Lithuania's eternal worried state has been eating away at him for over a year now in regards to his citizens.]

[likesottlyfab]

You wanna know what I think?

[Poland purses his lips, looking up at the ceiling of the tavern in thought.]

I think... that you don't like give them enough credit. It's natural and junk to worry, but I think you've done a good enough job to leave them alone for a while without them burning the house down.

Or leaving the bath water running. Either one.

[vytis]

[Lithuania blinks at Poland, a little stunned that Poland could say that sort of thing after the frankly awful time the two of them had been having at doing anything but arguing lately. Still it was a very Poland thing to say, with that often-relentless optimism the other nation seemed able to summon up in nearly any situation.]

I suppose you're right.

[He takes a sip.]

I'm sure you've nothing to worry about;there's nothing your people couldn't handle if they decided they were going to deal with it.

[likesottlyfab]

Yeah but, I want to hear it. Or feel it.

I forget how it works, everything's been gone for too long.

Even all my promises are gone. [He'd wiggle his pinkies at Lithuania if he had them. Instead he gets little stubs in his face.]

[vytis]

You'll get it back.

[Another drink finished, though Lithuania doesn't immediately call for another this time, at least.]

I can promise for you, I still have two.

[likesottlyfab]

Next time they call you in your head ask your people if my people are okay, okay?

[vytis]

Alright. They have to be, though. They're your people.

[likesottlyfab]

[Poland smiles at that.

Maybe they weren't friends anymore, but Poland liking Lithuania was probably never going to stop.]

Totally.

[vytis]

[Lithuania smiles a bit wider. Maybe they weren't friends anymore, but Poland wasn't always that bad.]