[If this is really the end for him--finally, after everything, after the Teutonic Knights and plagues and Russia, if this is it and some abandoned tourist town on a mountain is going to kill him--Lithuania is going to miss so many things. He'll never see Estonia or Latvia again. They must have noticed by now, having been gone two weeks when he'd said it would be three days. He'll miss meetings, too, even if they were always loud and most of the time they got nothing done at all. He'll miss his people more than anything, in the fierce, desperate way a parent would miss their children. He believes in them, though, and has faith that no matter if he makes it out of Preyer's Pass or not, Lithuanians will persist even if Lithuania himself can no longer stay close to them. And he'll miss Poland, too, in a way that doesn't quite fit anything else.
Poland had always been his neighbor. Poland had always persisted--Eastern Europe's own phoenix, Lithuania isn't surprised that Poland has managed to get out of this situation, too--and Lithuania had grown to trust that Poland would always be there. Even when Poland wasn't on the map, even when Lithuania was furious at him, Poland would never be gone, and Poland would always like him. Even if they as nations were arguing, even during the most bitter, furious disagreements, eventually they always found each other again.
Now, in his mind's eye, Lithuania can see Poland walking out of the pass alone.
Lithuania reaches into his pocket and produces the fabric poppy he'd taken with him to the trial on the day he'd died. He slides it into Poland's pocket without saying anything else.
When all of this is over, he'll find Poland again.]
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Poland had always been his neighbor. Poland had always persisted--Eastern Europe's own phoenix, Lithuania isn't surprised that Poland has managed to get out of this situation, too--and Lithuania had grown to trust that Poland would always be there. Even when Poland wasn't on the map, even when Lithuania was furious at him, Poland would never be gone, and Poland would always like him. Even if they as nations were arguing, even during the most bitter, furious disagreements, eventually they always found each other again.
Now, in his mind's eye, Lithuania can see Poland walking out of the pass alone.
Lithuania reaches into his pocket and produces the fabric poppy he'd taken with him to the trial on the day he'd died. He slides it into Poland's pocket without saying anything else.
When all of this is over, he'll find Poland again.]