CIRL LithuaniaxReader

You sighed and rested your chin in your hand. It was raining. Again.

"It shouldn't rain this much during May," you muttered, dragging yourself away from the window. You just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep until the weather brightened up.

Groaning in boredom, you rolled over on your bed so that your head hung off the side. The spring semester was over, so you didn't have classes to go to. And all of the friends you had managed to make during school didn't live close enough to you to visit them. You couldn't go to work, because you hadn't been scheduled.

"Aaagghhh," you groaned again, running your hands down your face. There must be something you can do.

You grimaced as a thought came to mind. You hadn't really done a thorough cleaning of your apartment in a while. But honestly, at this point, you were willing to do anything to keep from moping around.

So you set up your stereo, blasted your music and got to work.

You decided to start with the bathroom, cause that involves the gross work. You were just getting started on scrubbing the toilet when there was a crash in your kitchen. Your arm jerked, sending toilet water all over you.

"Oh, yuck," you scowled, shaking your arms to get some of the wet off. Squeezing water out of the bottom of your shirt, you walked to the kitchen to see what happened. You looked up as you entered and froze.

"L-L-Lithuania…," you stuttered, eyes wide. He spun around and started shaking when he saw you.

"A-ah, I'm so sorry! I don't know how I got here or where I am! Please, don't hurt me!" You shook yourself out of your daze and looked at him. He was shaking like a leaf.

"I'm not going to hurt you," you said, holding your hands up to show you meant no harm. Gosh, he was making you feel like you were the one intruding. He nodded slowly and looked like he wasn't shaking as hard.

"U-um, I heard you call me Lithuania. How do you know who I am?" He glanced up at you before dropping his gaze back to the floor. You smacked yourself in the face and sighed, causing Lithuania to jerk his head up in alarm. Muttering to yourself about how you shouldn't have to deal with this, you told him to wait there for a second.

You quickly changed into some dry clothes and grabbed some Hetalia stuff of yours. You walked back in to see Lithuania cleaning up the mess he'd made when he'd fallen into your kitchen. You rushed over to him and grabbed the handle of the broom he was using.

"Oh gosh, you don't have to do that!" He stared at you, wide-eyed, pulling the broom back to himself.

"But, I have to clean it up! It's my fault!" You pulled the broom closer to you.

"Well yeah but, you don't have to! It was an accident!" He yanked the broom back again.

"But I can't just leave a mess!" You both continued fighting over the broom until you accidentally pulled it too hard and hit yourself in the nose with it.

"OW!" You grabbed your nose and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to lessen the pain. Lithuania started freaking out.

"I'm very very sorry, but this is why you should've just let me clean! Should I get you anything?!" You shook your head and tightened your hands on your face. Lithuania reached out as if to hold your face himself, but just held his hands in the air near you.

After a few moments, you took your hands away and just pinched your nose. You looked at Lithuania with teary eyes.

"I would not make you clean something if it wasn't your fault." He just nodded, figuring agreeing would be safer for the both of you. You grabbed your Hetalia stuff with one hand and showed them to him.

"Answering your question about how I know who you are. You are a character in a show called Hetalia here. So I guess that technically means you're not in your own world anymore." Lithuania's grip on the items tightened and his shoulders were shaking. You weren't sure what to do. I mean, yeah you knew his personality, but you didn't actually know him. So how could you comfort him?

Uncertainly, you reached out and rested a hand on his shoulder. The light touch made him jerk before looking back to you. You offered a timid smile, hoping the friendly display might help. It seemed to calm him down, if only a little, so you let your smile grow. He shyly returned the gesture, handing your things back to you.

"So, I'm (Full Name). And you're Lithuania."

"Yes, Miss (Name). But you can call me Toris, if that's easier." You shook your head.

"I'll only call you Toris if you drop the 'Miss' stuff." He hesitated before agreeing.

"Well then, if you want, you can stay with me until something happens. Is that okay?"

"A-are you sure?" You nodded.

"I wouldn't offer if I wasn't." He stared at you, contemplating his decision.

"I'm very grateful for the offer. But you have to let me help you around your home, to make up for it."

"I can agree to that. Actually, just when you arrived, I had started deep cleaning the apartment. Why don't we work on that?" He eagerly nodded, happy to be able to already have something to repay you with. So leading him to the bathroom, you explained the order you were thinking of doing everything in and where all of the cleaning supplies were.

Before you could stop him, he was in the bathroom, starting to clean the toilet.

"Look, as much as I like the idea of not having to clean the bathroom myself, I'm not gonna make you do that your first time here. It's kinda rude." He looked up at you and smiled.

"If this is how I can repay you, then I have no problem taking the jobs you don't wish to do." You just sighed. Smiling at him you ruffled his hair, to his surprise, and headed out of the bathroom.

"Alright. I'll be working on the kitchen. If you want any help, just holler."


--Timeskip—


So summer break was over, Toris was still with you, and your apartment had never been cleaner. Honestly, he was a better housewife than an actual housewife. Whenever you'd come home and find him cooking or cleaning, you wondered if this was how husbands felt when they came home. But he somehow managed to not be girly about it. A fact that baffled you to no end.

Today was a perfect example of that. You'd just gotten home from some school shopping and entered to find Toris vacuuming  the living room. But he was only wearing jeans and a wife beater, with his hair in a ponytail. How could vacuuming look so good?!

He glanced up and saw you in the entry way.

"Ah! (Name)! Welcome home! Do you want me to get something for you to drink?" he greeted you, beaming. You laughed at his usual welcome for you.

"No thanks, Toris. Although the offer is always appreciated," you said, kissing his cheek. He flushed bright red and quickly turned back to the vacuum. You laughed again and went to your bedroom to drop your stuff off.

Upon entering, you were surprised to see a small box sitting on your bed. Dropping your stuff on your desk, you went over and picked it up. You noticed your name was on it, so you opened it.

You gasped when you pulled out a gorgeous amber drop on a silver chain. You knew amber was "Lithuanian gold," which meant that Toris had gotten this for you. You gently put the necklace on and looked into the mirror. Smiling at your reflection, you went back out to where Toris was.

He turned when he heard you enter and his eyes immediately dropped to the amber drop resting just above your shirt. He smiled wide as his eyes met yours. You grinned and placed a hand on the necklace.

"It's very beautiful," you said softly. His eyes were gentle as they looked at you.

"I thought it only fitting that the gift I give you be as close to you in beauty as possible. Although, you still manage to outshine it." You flushed happily, extremely flattered at his compliments. Shyly, you leaned up and gently pressed your lips to his. Right away he kissed back, intertwining his fingers with yours.

You pulled away and smiled at each other, foreheads touching.

"I was very lucky coming here," Toris said.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because in coming here, I found my own Lithuanian gold."