2. Father PLC & Lithuania.
- Father PLC (i assume Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth) and Lithuania fluff + angst
Requested by Anon.
(NOTE: THIS IS FATHER/SON LOVE, NOT ROMANTIC. PLEASE DO NOT VIEW IT AS THAT.)
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Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth spun around as he heard the pitter-patter of small, heeled feet run into his study, and he met the eyes of one of his sons, Lithuania, running in with a large smile on his face.
“Tėti!” Lithuania said in an excited, high-pitched voice only a child could have, “I missed you so much… I don’t see you anymore…”
PLC saw Lithuania begin to pout as he mentioned that, and he grabbed his child’s shoulder in a comforting way.
“Ah, it’s alright, I assure you,” PLC urged with a not entirely real smile on his face, “Your father is just… Busy, is all. The other countries are being a bit…”
PLC struggled to find a word to describe them. They were certainly threatening him, but his child needed not to worry of such things.
“Well, they’re being stubborn.”
Lithuania stuck out his tongue.
“Boo… Don’t they know we’re better than them?!”
PLC let out a chuckle and patted his son’s back as he guided him out of his study.
“While it may not be the most polite thing to say, I agree with you…”
PLC’s voice dropped into a whisper as he leaned closer to Lithuania with a smile.
“...Just don’t tell the other countries.”
Lithuania laughed at that, before beginning to drag PLC by his sleeve to the lounge, and he grabbed a book from the loveseat.
“Can I read to you? Please?” Lithuania insisted in a whiny voice.
PLC sighed. He sat down on the nearby couch as his son sat down on the aforementioned loveseat, and he smiled a small smile at Lithuania.
“Of course.”
He squinted, but couldn’t quite catch the title of the book from the distance he was from Lithuania.
“What are you reading?”
Lithuania’s face yet again as he heard his father inquire about what he was reading, He began to show off the book to his father as he began to talk non-stop about the contents of the book.
“It’s by Shakespeare! It isn’t really a book, but a play’s script, but I still like it! The way he wrote it was genius, could I read it to you? Please? Please?”
PLC nodded.
“Of course. Go ahead and read me a scene of it.”
Lithuania seemed to get even more excited as he started to read to PLC.
Admittedly, a few minutes into listening to Lithuania, PLC stopped listening, the reading becoming white noise to him as he began to think.
He knew something was coming. He was doomed, indeed.
Who wouldn’t be, when your power-hungry neighbors were right at your doorstep?
They were all clearly planning something, Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth knew that.
Where would his sons go when he was departed?
He would have to think about that.
As he looked at his son reading, he smiled. A warm, fuzzy feeling came from inside him that he could only describe as love for his son.
He could admit it right now that he favored Lithuania’s larger, stronger brother, Poland over Lithuania, but he still loved both of them.
He’d need to double down on that, though. He didn’t have much time left.
…
He was making a start on that. That was good.
PLC winced as he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He looked down, seeing a prominent crack on his wrist. The signs were already showing.
Tick-tock. Your time’s almost up.
He pulled his sleeve up. He could sweep that under the rug for now. Everything was fine.
Lithuania looked at his father with worry as he saw his father wasn’t listening.
“Tėti?” He asked. PLC looked at his child, offering a half-hearted smile.
“Yes, Lithuania?”
“Do you love me?”
Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth froze.
Was he really aware of the favoritism?
PLC still felt bad, for some reason, even though it was normal for countries to favor their larger, stronger, more influential children.
He tried to not make it too obvious. But Lithuania knew.
PLC sighed.
“Of course I love you, Litwa.”
Lithuania lit up and jumped up, running to his father to hug him.
“I love you too, Tėti!”
PLC patted Lithuania’s back as they hugged, a weary – but real – smile on his face.