Hear Your Voice Pt.2 // Aph Lithuania x Poland

Alcohol

Lithuania observed Poland who sat next to him on their couch. It was scary by how fast he could empty a bottle of vodka... He tried to resist drinking, he was too scared of getting drunk in the situation they were in. Poland just had one of the worst panic attacks he has ever seen, who knows what was going to happen next...

Despite all of the worry, he could not say no to Poland's offer of vodka. Lithuania hasn't touched alcohol for almost a year... And right now, he knew that it was what he needed.

The vodka tastes better than ever and his worry slowly started to fade. He never had a strong head for alcohol and he always tried to monitor how much he drank to make sure that he would not get drunk, he had to monitor the situation, make sure that Feliks would not do anything stupid or dangerous.

- You know - Poland said in a half-drunk voice. - My life is a nightmare. - He said, taking another sip from the bottle and offering it to Lithuania who took it and also took a sip.

The alcohol hurt his throat more than anything he ever drank. it stung his throat in all of the places where he imagined that had to be put back together after he was attacked.

Lithuania hoped that what the Pole was saying was just because of the alcohol.

- I hate my life. You don't even know how many times I tried to end it. - He laughed, almost falling off of the couch. - Like, I used to enjoy life... And... And it was so nice. But everything went to shit. And what the fuck am I supposed to do? Nothing's working. - He drank again. Lithuania contemplated if he should take the bottle away from him... But maybe that was what Feliks needed right now...? Instead, he took another sip from the bottle. The alcohol was getting to the Lithuanian's head, his thoughts were getting mixed up. He was still aware of everything around him but thinking was getting harder and harder for him.

- Really, I don't know what to do anymore! - He sounded even more drunk now. - If you only knew how I - How I felt... When - when I was with you... When you were attacked. - He emptied another bottle.

Toris still said nothing. He knew he should not drink, nor should Feliks. But he felt so helpless. He felt scared of what the Pole would say next.

- I...I felt like shit Toris! - Feliks exclaimed, tears starting to roll down his face. - You won't - You won't believe how much fucking time I - I spent there! - He started to cry even more. He seemed so broken. Toris did the only thing he could do. He came closer to Feliks and hugged him. The drunk Pole fell into his arms and started to cry.

- I...I know. - Toris whispered to Feliks. He realized that Poland was completely drunk at this point.

- You don't. You fucking don't! - Feliks kept on crying. - A-and... And then you - you left me! - He continued. Toris did not know what to do, he looked at Feliks, unable to think well. His mind was racing back and forth. It felt like he could pass out at any moment.

Feliks stopped crying to take another sip of the vodka. At this moment, Toris knew that he should stop Feliks... It was obvious the Pole was drunk enough. The Lithuanian quickly took the bottle out of the Pole's hands and set it on the table, too far for him to reach.

- You can't imagine - Can't imagine how I felt. I... I waited for you. I... I went through ev-everything. - He cried even more. - I really tried. And you didn't... You didn't give a single shit. I waited... everyday and you never came back.

Toris felt bad, he knew that Feliks was drunk and was speaking everything that was on his mind but it still hurt him the same. He didn't know how to react, what to say.

Somewhere deep inside, he knew that this would happen. He knew that Poland would tell him off for leaving him at some point... But somehow he really hoped that he was wrong, that Feliks would forgive him and forget about what happened.