A Warm Drink and a Safe Home 1: Contact (Updated 11-20-11)

After three hours of speeches, proposals, rebuttals and negations, all parties at the edge of patience. The recess being called Lithuania slumped in his chair pensively looking around the room. He'd luckily managed to sit off to his own, and it was quiet. He scanned the room watching each nation enjoy their diversions. Spain smiled broadly as France leaned against him recounting, one could obviously see his conquest from the evening before. Germany and Japan listend politely as Italy recounted the breakfast he and Romano that morning.

'I wish,' Toris thought, "I wish I had someone I could chat with so contentedly" True Estonia would have spoken with him, but he didn't want to deal with the repercussions that may have. Especially recently. Lithuania as a nation was taking bolder and bolder steps to push away from Russia and it's ideas of ownership. Because of this serious endeavor, the relationship between himself and Poland had become strained. Poland, ever childish, could not understand Lithuania's desire to become a true democracy that could stand on its own. Ever since his return more than 60 years ago Poland said, "You'e changed" more and more often.

But who wouldn't change? He'd spent several wonderful years with America and it had become accustomed to freedom. A place where everyone could speak whatever they wanted, a place where people were happy and content, that's what he wanted for his people. Thus he had begun to change himself, and sadly, the countries around him had not appreciated the gesture. Latvia now wanted to argue about an oil deposite off the cost, and Russia was constantly accusing one of his citizens for spying or delaying shipments. It, well, it was becoming lonely trying to become a strong independent nation that was not constantly associated with the flippant Poland, the quaking Baltics or domineering Russia.

"Hey, move over," came a gentle voice over his head, derailing his train of thought.

America stood hovering over him with two cups and a small bag in his hand. Toris found himself oddly flustered. He hadn't really talked to the young nation since he stopped being his housekeeper. He'd wanted to, desperately, to speak with him. To thank him for taking him in during hard time and inspiring him, but there never seemed to be time. Especially after he'd been offically recognized as a part of the World Council; sure, they saw each other at conferences or events, but more often than not he was tied up with negotiations and arguments involving economics and energy agreements with the neighboring nations. There never seemed a good time or reason to speak to America.

Lithuania found himself dumbfoundedly staring at the other, the blush rising in his cheeks.

The blonde's merry blue eyes seemed slightly clouded as he stared down, shifting uncomfortably. He bit his lip and then spoke.

"I know there's no need to thank me! I could tell from across the room that you're about to die from hunger. Oh, and boredom, It's okay, I'm here to save you." America's usually charming bravado seemed strained as a he spoke.

The sitting man's mind raced, 'God, what was I doing when he looked at me? Do I look bad?' His hand unconsciously went up to his hair trying to make sure it hung evenly.

"I was thinking," America looked away as the word thinging was drawn out, "maybe you and I could, eat together."

Lithuania moved his papers aside quickly, hoping he didn't seem as jarred as he felt. This was odd America was never this subdued.

America slowly sat down and put his things on the desk. His face seemed to force a wide grin, "I knew you couldn't resist spending time with a hero. I mean, especially when hero me left the meeting early in order to get you something special. You know, since when you were with me. You always took such nice care of of everything, of me." He paused meeting Lithuania's eyes and quickly looked away, continuing hurriedly. "I mean, and you know, you just looked so lonely here all on you own, and I just, I mean—"

America's lack of eloquence was making itself painfully apparent and Lithuania could only stare and try to understand. His heart beat quickened.

"Look, I'm bad at this." America took the cup of coffee and pressed it into the brown haired man's hands, linger as skin met skin. 'Please, drink this, I got it just for you," the blonde looked at his friend's eyes, " and let me stay and talk with you."

Lithuania took the cup and put it on the desk and let his hand linger in America's palms.

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Author Comments: First and foremost this story is for GPN. It was written at her suggestion. I'll admit, I have no real working knowledge of Lituania's personality besides a few things where he's been showcased as a housekeeper.

Secondly, after writing this for GPN, I realized that US/Lith makes sense and is SO neglected. I want to continue this with GPN's guidance.

Thirdly, I don't own anything. Don't sue me.

Fourthly, this thing is raw. No beta reader, no nothing. So I apologize for any breaks in tone or failures of characterization. If you'd like comment after reading, if not then that's fine to since I'm only really writing for one person.

Very Respectful Regards,

U.E.

P.S. GPN's next guidance is food fight :)

P.P.S Things you might not know about the REAL Lithuania.

The United States never recognized the forcible incorporation of Lithuania into the USSR and views the present Government of Lithuania as a legal continuation of the interwar republic. Even though they were technically under that state from 1940-1990. Furthermore, Lithuania representation in America continued even after the annexation—uninterrupted.
Lithuania has enjoyed most-favored-nation treatment with the United States since December 1991
Since 1992, the United States has committed more than $100 million in Lithuania to economic and political transformation and to humanitarian needs.
Lithuania concluded the treaty of friendship with Poland in April 1994. However, disagreements over Lithuania's implementation of the treaty have soured relations and cooperation on energy issues and Lithuania remains unconnected to the Polish electricity grid and the countries are not connected by an non-Russian controlled gas pipeline, as previous promises to do both have been stalled by the row over the friendship treaty.
In August 2009, Russian customs officers had imposed special customs on Lithuanian trucks, lining up more than 20 kilometres of trucks from the Lithuania.

In conclusion, this fic will incorporate some of these historical moments in order to establish the character of Lithuania, since Hetalia hasn't given

11-20-11-U.E.