Hurting and Healing

[Lithuania]

(ooc: Open only to America and Lithuania.)

July, 28th 1922

Toris felt his stomach flop as he stood up from his seat on the passenger boat, nauseous from the long and exausting travel from his own country into the new world that he would soon call home. No, it wasn't a lie. Ever since both him and America's bosses had established Diplomatic relations, the baltic had found himself being sent away to live with the loud mouthed country, more or less to be his housekeeper. If that was what his boss had told him correctly.

After bustling out and managing through a crowd of other European immigrants, Lithuania stood at the ship's deck where he had been told that the American nation would be waiting for him. Bags and suitcases in hand, the Lithuanian man glanced around to see if he could see him. All the while other thoughts haunted his mind. "I wonder what America is like? He asked himself, tension rising amongst him. From what Toris had heard, he couldn't have a clear judgement about the other country. Some of the other European nations considered him lucky since they had heard about all the good things he had to offer as well as avoiding potential reconstruction going on at home. Other however, saw it as a misfortune and felt pity for him, including his previous boss, Russia. Lithuania was hoping that he was nothing like the seemingly big hearted Russian.

His stomach queeziness still taunting him, the young man walked a little bit more in hopes of finding his new boss, his heart hoping for the best.

[America!]

"Yo dude! You Lith-... um Lithuan-... " he tried to pronounce the name he had been given by his boss. He gave up "So dude, you my housekeeper or what?" he asked hoping he interrigated the right man. He was wearing his usual attire, a white shirt and some brown pants with his bomber jacket fitting loosely on his body. His hair almost perfect except the one hair that stuck up, his nantucket. He wore a huge grin on his face as he practically shouted at the newcomer, typical American etiquette for ya.

[Lithuania]

The Lithuanian's ears perked up at the sound of a loud American accented voice, he looked around for a bit to find the source of the voice. Once he had heard the second question, Toris saw a blonde haired man with a bomber jacket and a distinct voice that one could recognize from far away. "That must be him." Lithuania smiled that the task of finding America was already completed.

Walking over the the fellow country, Lithuania set his bags down to his side. "Yes, that's me, I'm Lithuania." He replied in a friendly manner, hinting nervousness in his voice. "I'm glad to finally meet you America." He told the blonde. "I've heard many good thing about you and your country."

[America!]

"Hahaha! Of course you have! Best place in the world is right here in the great US of A! Plus, we are just totally kickass all the time, it's hard to not think about how amazing we are!" he said very obnoxiously, not aware that his voice carries around the whole place. Then again, doesn't every American's? "I'll show you to my ride!" He shouted happily because he had just gotten a new paint job on his two-seater motorcycle. He firmly gripped Lithuania's arm and practically dragged him out towards America's vehicle.

[Lithuania]

Well, that was certainly a bit egotistical. However, Lithuania wasn't one to complain, besides America and his bosses took him under their wing, and he was more than greatful for that. At least it was a small getaway from Mr. Russia who would've most likely casted him a warm yet sick grin of utter pure sadistic delight. Oh, how much Ivan had made him and the other Eastern European nations suffer all these years, now it was as if there was a ray of light shining his way.

As if he couldn't distract his attention from the blonde's booming voice, the Baltic couldn't help but be curious when America mentioned his ride. Unfamiliar with western slang, he didn't exactly understand what America meant by that. Like a car or another method of transportation? Toris' answer finally came in the form of a doubled seated motor bike situated not too far away.

"Whoa!" Lithuania exclaimed as America pulled him by the arm to follow him. "Alright, if you insist." He joked with a smile as he followed him to the motorcycle.