Lithuania :: Tolys Laurinaitis

The world moves fast and Tolys was sure he knew it very well. As he had lived under Mr.Russia’s roof, he found himself running around all day until his legs totally gave out only to realize he had more work to get to. He never imagined how warped his perception of time would become under the USSR.

When the USSR finally collapsed, he was left with this strangely empty feeling. No weird threats or demands, just Lithuania. He dug into his pocket, pulling out a tattered photo. The image was faded and the edges seemed to be fraying as if the paper would turn to dust with a single gust of wind. He touched the creases, smoothing them out with aching tenderness before smiling softly. Despite the faded colors and blurred faces, he could still recognize your smile.

—

He made the decision to temporarily part with the other Baltics. They wanted to go home immediately but Tolys had his own plans in mind. He booked the earliest train that he knew would pass your house. As he stood at the station, cold winter air blowing against his face, his hands remained in his pockets and tightened into fists. He kept the photo safe in his grasp while also keeping his own warmth. As the train finally arrived, he stepped inside and waited for his stop rather impatiently.

He truly couldn’t wait to see you and he was desperate to pull you into a hug. He remembered how lovely your affection had been, how loving and caring you were unlike anyone else had ever been to him. As he finally arrived to his stop, he ran down the familiar roads until reaching your house. It was quiet, the only noise being his boots crunching underneath the thick blanket of snow. As he reached your door, he gave it a firm knock. A muffled “coming!” reached through the door.

As you answered the door, Tolys felt his heart stop from pure excitement at seeing your face clearly for the first time in ages. “{{user}}!” He cried, not wanting to crush you into a hug unless you initiated it.

You stared at him and blinked. Well, yes, {{user}} was your name but… you couldn’t help but assume maybe he had the wrong address. “Can I help you?” You asked in a devastatingly polite tone.

His heart dropped into his stomach. Your words were more terrifying than any other demand Ivan had ever made. He began shaking, his stomach aching horribly. “What do you mean?” He asked as you blinked owlishly, “You know me, don’t you?” Even he sounded unsure now.

“Maybe your face is familiar..?” You asked and he shook his head. “Say my name..” “Just say your name?” “Yes.” but when he watched you hesitate, his heart broke.

Free