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[The feed comes on with a dull thumping sound - Lithuania's device fell down and hit the thick carpet of his and Poland's bedroom. It's video but only shows the ceiling, so you'll have to do with sound right now. Which means the voice of a very agitated Lithuania.]

...not doing that! He will leave the room now, and if he's still here after ten minutes...!!! [And here we encounter the problem that is Lithuania's inability to threaten someone whom he cannot fully blame for the situation that they're in, even if he hates the situation.]

[Poland sounds rather sulky.] Oh, come on, Liet! You're totally making a big deal out of nothing!

I'm - Poland! How can you say that it is nothing! This is a pretty massive - Poland, that is NOT what our bed should be used for! It's ours, nobody else has any bussiness in it!

God, Liet, you freak out about everything! It's like, we're supposed to be in this together, right...?

That's you and him are in the bed together does really not make anything better at all! [Lithuania's voice is definitely gaining in volume and he's growing more and more irritated with every second.] I don't want this to happen ever again!

[Deadpan] I meant, like, you and me, Liet. Quit yelling! I was like, just warming him up!

...Oh, it absolutely looks like that. [There's a very thin line between hysterical yelling and deadpan snark, and Lithuania is walking it right now.]

[Where is the trust, Lithuania? You wound him!] ...What? You like, don't believe me?

[ooc: Poland is red and Lithuania is green]

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It's only fair, don't you think?

[He keeps the serious face for a few moments longer and then laughs sheepishly.]

Even though I would never have expected to be the one who gets courted. [It being the male's part and all.]

Yeah, like, me either.

[He grins a little, in the way that ought to be considered fair warning that he's about to say something silly that he thinks is hilarious.]

So, should we like, find a chaperone to watch over you?

[He grins back at Poland, the tension suddenly dissipating into silliness.]

Well, that might be difficult considering that we sleep in the same room.

[He laughs--giggles, really-- and sort of... unfolds into something more natural and comfortable and like himself.]

I guess that would make it kinda complicated...

Unless you would rather move out.

[He really has no idea how to go on from here. Courting people are not exactly supposed to sleep in the same bed, after all.]

Only if you're scared people are gonna think less of your maiden virtue!

[Nope, that joke's not old for him yet.]

...

[Well, he is not a woman luckily so it is not nearly as troublesome, but... Okay this is awkward.]

Well, we can always get seperate blankets or ask the closet for another bed.

Wait, are you like, actually worried about that? Liet, don't--that'd be totally lonely, right? You've slept next to me for ages!

Edited 2012-02-14 03:45 (UTC)

Yes, of course, but you've never - I mean, are you still going to court me?

[Decidedly not looking at Poland. He really has no clue what the correct behaviour for two people who have been
-married for two centuries
-slept in the same bed for about the same time
-are now suddenly in a situation where one is courting the other to become more than friends
is. He's not sure if there is anyone in the mansion that he can ask about these things, either. "Is it aloud to sleep in the same bed as my husband of two hundred years while he is courting me to become his ..." No, he does not even know how to phrase this.]

[Poland snags his hand and kisses the back of it.]

Definitely.

[...Let's face it, if there's one aspect of knighthood he's suited to, aside from kicking ass on horseback, it's flamboyant gestures. He can do this chivalrous courtship thing, and will probably have fun with it.]

Hey. Okay, like, here's where I am on this and junk. I totally don't want us to have to change the way we've been sleeping all these years, but I will if you feel like we have to. But like, for what it's worth? I've been sleeping next to you and not doing anything scandalous for years, and I totally don't see why I can't just keep doing that. I'm like, not gonna rush anything, ok?

Edited 2012-02-14 04:01 (UTC)

[Lithuania just nods mutely and stares at the ground. After a minute or so, he speaks up again.]

Have you ever...?

...Like, have I ever what?

[Doesn't he just look so innocent when he's confused?]

Been with someone - in the same bed, as in, more than just being in the same bed. [He's bright red now and not looking at Poland. This would normally be way too personal to ask, but right now, he is morbidly curious.]

Oh! I, um, like...

[He blushes, bites his lip, runs a hand through his hair.]

[Knowing him, it'd be hard to miss that for all his embarrassment, he isn't denying it. That's basically an answer.]

[Still staring at everything that is not Poland. Even harder than before, actually.

So Poland already has... with whom-? They have always been kind of together, and Lithuania cannot remember the other nation ever having shown deeper interest in anyone...]

That... that is good, I guess.

[This leaves Poland in yet another awkward position--is it worse to let Liet think he slept with someone else, or to go through the weirdness of discussing how they've had sex and he doesn't remember?]

[...Given how overprotective Liet can get sometimes, and how he can jump to conclusions without all the information...]

Not--Not, like, with anyone else. Besides you, I mean.

Edited 2012-02-21 03:11 (UTC)

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[what.

WHAT.

No

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...That makes no sense, Poland. [He would certainly remember something like that. Or... no, he can't have been that drunk ever, can he?]

[There is so much nervous hair-touching happening over here, it's ridiculous. Which reminds him of Liet running his fingers through his hair, and other feelings, and sodjfiosoijaadsrfdso, dammit, he wants to stop because now that's embarrassing, too, but he can't stop fidgeting when he's this embarrassed.]

I-I--Like, when you were here before, the time you don't remember. Remember? That like, never stopped being a thing that happened?

I mean, for you, I guess it kinda did, I guess, I don't even... um...

[Blushing is kinda the same as talking, right? Right?]

Edited 2012-05-01 21:55 (UTC)

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You mean, when I was here - but... [Sure, they said that, but-] All- all the way?

[Poland buries his face in a pillow, and you can still almost see the blush radiating through. He says something which, while muffled, sounds a bit like like "maybe kinda yeah?"]

Oh [But it is a silent on.

Really, what do you say to something like this? He finally gets up and walks over to lay one hand on Poland's shoulder, because physical contact is just the thing that has always worked the best.] I'm not angry with you, Poland.

[Nervously, he peers up at him over the edge of his pillow, nothing showing but his eyes and the worried slope of his brows.]

...for sure? I-I... I mean, like, look, I... I'm like, not gonna pressure you about it or anything, I just... I didn't wanna lie to you, and... um.

I...[He pulls his hand back and stares down at it, then just lets himself drop to the ground and sits down on the ground, leaning against the bed.] I'm not sure what to think about this. [There is another pause, and he looks up at Poland, smiling a bit sheepishly.] But it's not like that is any different for you, is it?

[Poland flops forward so his head is at the edge of the bed, near Liet. Cautious, almost timid, he reaches down and takes his hand, an innocent gesture, but also a fairly intimate one. He looks away, still visibly skittish.]

Yeah, I'm like, not really sure either. But... I know I love you.

[As his friend--his best friend, at times practically his only friend--and his partner and his husband. Somehow, even as awkward as this all is, he can't bring himself to feel ashamed to say it.]

[The gesture is suddenly loaded with so much meaning, but Lithuania squeezed Poland's hand for a moment, anyway, and then doesn't pull it away. For now, at least.]

You are very important to me - the most important of all people that are not my own. [Because that is always a relationship that nobody can rival, mostly because it is a relationship with oneself, in a way.]

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[action] Poland you are a huge sap.

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