Locked to vytis

[pasodoble]

( When Lithuania shows up again, Spain's face is planted in his pillow and there's a low, continuous, and miserable moaning coming from him. It's broken by the occasional muttering, )

I'm dying...!

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[pasodoble]

( No words, just eyes looking directly at Lithuania. Or at least, the best he can. He seems to be out of focus or unable to completely focus on him. For a moment, it looks like Spain is looking for something-- )

Why are you really playing?

[vytis]

Does it matter to you?

[pasodoble]

( Squinting and

jesus christ his head hurts enough without whatever mindfuck is going on right now okay. )

... I think so?

[vytis]

...Maybe I'll tell you later. [He shrugs.] Goodnight, Spain.

[And Lithuania leaves.]

[pasodoble]

( Don't you dare walk out on Spain you!!! There's another fit of coughing and he's still in the midst of it when he gasps out at Lithuania, )

We're frien--...!

( And he's cut off by his own retching. Screw you, Lithuania. )

[vytis]

[Actually Lithuania pauses before he leaves when Spain speaks again, turning to look at him again. He will even wait for Spain to finish retching, because he looks a little confused.]

[pasodoble]

( Is that blood on his hands now jesus christ is this going to become a thing now too. Spain will continue longer and when it's over, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks to see if Lithuania is gone or not. )

The memories. ( He sounds breathless. ) Stiles. ( Just getting out bits and pieces. ) We're countries

in his world...!

( It something Spain put together a loooong time ago but he never said anything because haha, the idea of having to kill a friend from home in this place, wow. )

I think... ( And his brow furrows as he sways some. ) We're... supposed to be... to be... ?

( What was he trying to say again? He's having a difficult time thinking again. )