part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

[aphanon_meme]

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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[luckycountry]

[The jab hits its target spot on, adding yet another source of pain to join the throbbing from his shoulder. He's dazed by it, making him press down more of his body weight on Lithuania than he'd intended.]

[He watches him try to squirm away from underneath him before and gives him a whack in the face before trying to pin his wrists down over his head. He's breathing heavily, a little winded himself from the fall and the pain in his shoulder is starting to break through to him.]

[lietuvaaaah]

[This is not the kind of situation he likes to be in, and as Australia is busy with his wrists he rams his knee into whatever he can reach. He has no idea where it lands, and since he isn't aiming so much as reacting he also has no idea where he wants it to land.]

[The hit dazes him, though, and as his head hits the ground for the second time in two days his vision goes blurry. It doesn't hurt as such, but his head feels heavy and his ears are ringing.]

[luckycountry]

[His knee whacks him right in his stomach, knocking the air out of him again. He lets go of Lithuania's wrists.]

Ya fuckin'-

[He doesn't finish his sentence, his chest hurting too much. He tries to reach for the pitchfork with one hand while attempting to hold his wrists down with one hand, difficult even when Lithuania's this dazed. He winces when stretching out his shoulder but he doesn't stop trying to find it.]

[lietuvaaaah]

[The room is spinning for him at this point, but he still tries to aim another kick in Australia's direction. Or at least what he thinks is Australia's direction.]

[He struggles against the hold on his arms, too, but the shoulder his hit Australia with feels numb.]

[He's grateful now for his bony knees, because at least Australia isn't squashing him anymore.]

[luckycountry]

[The kick connects with his uninjured shoulder. He winces, before pushing down hard on his wrists, trying to make it hurt.]

Best if ya stop strugglin'.

[The tone of his voice is perfectly level but menacing.]

[He glances over to see where the pitchfork has gone. He stretches out a leg to try to nudge it closer to his hand. He bites back a hiss of pain as he moves his hand closer, closer...]

[lietuvaaaah]

Sorry, I'm not very good at that.

[He struggles a little to get the words out but they're clear enough. There's an edge of anger in his voice that he hasn't felt in a while, and he looks up into Australia's face defiantly.]

[He hisses in pain as Australia puts pressure on his injured shoulder. He's talking tough, but the pounding in his head is making it hard for him to think, let alone move.]

[luckycountry]

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