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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[lietuvaaaah]

[He hears rather than sees the pitchfork, and much as he wants to keep fighting, it's too much effort. Even breathing seems like too much effort, but he makes himself keep doing that.]

[As one last act of defiance he takes another pastry out of his bag and chucks it at Australia; if his brain was doing things the way it should he might have said something dramatic like "that's for Ukraine," but instead the idea sits half-formed in the back of his mind.]

[Then he lies there waits. It's not the most dignified way to go, but he can't make his body move anymore.]

[luckycountry]

[The pastry bounces off his arse, an impressive shot. If he was thinking clearer he'd guess there was a reason Lithuania used his final moments for this (and if he'd aimed it there on purpose because, really?) but he just wants to end this right here and now.]

[He lets go of Lithuania's wrists and gets up onto his knees, pressing them against his thighs.]

[He takes the pitchfork and stabs it

down]

[lietuvaaaah]

[He has just enough time to almost laugh at the placement of that shot]

[And then the pitchfork goes through him. He bites back a scream of pain; he can tell it's punctured something vital, but it's not enough to kill him instantly.]

[His eyelids are feeling heavy now and all he wants to do is sleep. It's difficult to rest in this situation, but he closes his eyes and thinks of nothing in particular as the blood drains out of him.]

[It's almost a blessing when everything finally goes black.]

[luckycountry]

[He shifts as he watches the life slowly drain out of Lithuania, then looks away when he shuts his eyes. He listens to his own heartbeat and to Lithuania's breathing too, until the latter stops.]

[Silently, he gets up from over Lithuania. There's blood on his clothes, mainly on his legs. There's a vague sense of regret but mainly relief.]

[He goes over to his bag and picks through it, frowning as he sees nothing worth getting killed over. He takes out the water bottles, the travel mug and the balloons to put in his own bag but leaves the pastries, putting the bag down next to Lithuania.]

[His shoulder's hurting badly, he's going to need to find somewhere safe to rest tonight. He goes to leave, before looking back at the body on the ground one last time.]

...Sorry.

[He's not sure why he's saying it, because he's not very sorry. It was him or Lithuania, and he won this time. He doesn't want someone else to stumble across this scene with him still there, so he leaves to go find somewhere safe, maybe another tree like that time before this all happened.]

[br_undertaker]

[approaches the body and looks it over]

[ouch... this actually makes him cringe a little; being pitchforked is no fun]

But you made it over the halfway point at least! If that's any consolation. And going out in a fight is better than, uh...

Better than some other ways!

[gently picks him up and-- spots the pastries]

[okay]

[sets Lithuania back down, collects them, then picks him back up]

[here we go]