[ He can tell that Poland didn't exactly like that answer; he might not get some things but he can read that body language and that stare like an open book. Some days, doing the most mundane things, he would get that urge to just say something, because no matter how long it went a secret and how many personal things he would keep, sometimes a lot of it just wanted to come out. Some days, there wasn't much else on his mind other the mountain of things he had to keep inside that he wanted to say something about because Poland was his best friend; after a while the things that went unmentioned felt like lies until they finally became weighed down with everything else. But something like this, to show a weakness that great and to relive that is something he can't do. Not in a silly game. Not now.
Lithuania does know that he probably ruined Poland's fun and made some little game into a huge deal, and fort that he's sorry. But more than anything, he's glad that Poland, through his faults, will know when to stop. Poland was brave enough to tell his secret, but he wasn't brave enough to tell his. He smiles weakly and quietly says it: ] Thank you. [ Because there really isn't much else he can say. ]
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Lithuania does know that he probably ruined Poland's fun and made some little game into a huge deal, and fort that he's sorry. But more than anything, he's glad that Poland, through his faults, will know when to stop. Poland was brave enough to tell his secret, but he wasn't brave enough to tell his. He smiles weakly and quietly says it: ] Thank you. [ Because there really isn't much else he can say. ]