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 Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 6:24 pm
The rain was letting up outside, Lithuania watched it falling into step with the conversation. It was like putting on a familiar coat.
"Yeah, I know. I can't help it." He smiled. "Unless it comes to changing light bulbs."
He noted the more relaxed tone Poland's voice. He relaxed slightly in his chair and looked down and his desk at the paperwork he was putting off.
"I'm doing all right. Busy as ever. It's.. fine, it'll get better."
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 10:20 am
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The blond laughed in what felt to him like the first time in years. He released the phone cord and shifted into a more comfortable position.
"Like, hey, I'm totally working on that. It's not my fault they made those totally impossible, like, I'd still be using candles if I could."
Poland smiled, ever the optimist. The next time he spoke, the edge of drunkenness had mostly faded from his voice, instead replaced with tenderness.
"You totally always work too hard. You're like, gonna get sick one of these days. And, like, duh, everyone's economy is getting better. Like, totally stupid America finally stopped screwing everything up. Weren't you like, staying with him for a while?"
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Feliks Lukasiewicz Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 6:08 pm
Lithuania smiled at the laughter, it sounded natural and kind to him. It was nice to pretend things were all right again.
"Oh? Hmm, well best of luck then. I'm too busy to come and help you with that now. Ah.. candles are nice sometimes. Electric lights have less wax mess though."
He had his doubts about anything getting better, he'd been unable to read lately as his mind would wrap around deep thoughts and the meaning of existence. The sound of tenderness in Poland's voice tugged his mind to warmer places and a smile tugged lightly at the corners of his lips once more.
"Somebody has to. Hmm, ah, I can handle a little sickness now and then.. Are they? Hn.. Hey, it wasn't America's fault. It was an accident.." He nodded and realized Poland couldn't see him and spoke up. "Ah, yes, it was very.. fun actually. He's probably the nicest person I've ever worked for." Lithuania's tone seemed to brighten.
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 7:47 pm
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"Well, like, wouldn't it be totally lame if I like, got you to come all the way here for that?"
Smiling warmly to himself, the blond idly tapped his fingers on the desk. It was nice to be able to talk to Lithuania like this again, however superficial the conversation may be.
"Well, like, take it easy, you know?" The blond shrugged his shoulders. "Well, like, that's totally good. So tell me..."
Poland leaned in closer to the phone, smiling, with the excitement of a child in his voice.
"Are the streets in America, like, really paved with gold? Is everyone like, totally super rich there? I've heard it's like, way better than it is over here."
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Feliks Lukasiewicz Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:39 pm
"Hehe, it's happened before, remember?"
Lithuania smiled, amused at the memory. It was kind of a hassle though, and he had other things to do. Poland really was selfish sometimes, his smile turned into a pout, his warm memory tainted by his own bitterness.
"Ah? Haha, I'll rest when I'm dead as they say.." He blinked and tilted his head. "Hm..?"
He waited for Poland to poses his question, he almost laughed but bit it back. He cast his memory back to that time to properly answer him.
"Well.. There was always a lot going on, and Jazz! I think you like jazz right? It's pretty neat. Ah! Have you read 'The Great Gatsby'? It's a little like that, the parties I mean.. Well, for the rich. Not everyone is rich though." He sighed softly. "I guess, it's certainly more free in a lot of ways. Streets aren't paved in gold.. but oh! New York City's Woolworth Building is 792 ft, 241 m, you know? Very tall.. I really liked New York."
He doodled what he remembered of the buildings on a plain piece of stationary.
"I wish.. I was a large nation like America, surrounded by water mostly.."
This last sentence was said so softly Poland could scarcely hear it, it was more of a muttering under Lithuania's breath.
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