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Ask Request - LietPol Dancing
Aug. 26th, 2013 09:38 pmAsked by papaveri on Tumblr.
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Lithuania never took himself for a dancer, but whenever he did, Poland made sure to hold tight and never let him go.
His tall frame made him Poland’s perfect partner, gently taking his hand as they flowed across the room, field, wherever. He had the perfect grip on Poland’s waist, and Poland memorized the exact space where he rested his hand on his arm. As much as he didn’t like to admit it, Lithuania knew all of the nobility’s dances by heart, the walk of the Chodzony, the stately gestures of the Polonez, the short steps of the Minuet. His movements reminded Poland of a lithe, graceful horse, his hooves beating in step with the song.
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Lithuania never took himself for a dancer, but whenever he did, Poland made sure to hold tight and never let him go.
His tall frame made him Poland’s perfect partner, gently taking his hand as they flowed across the room, field, wherever. He had the perfect grip on Poland’s waist, and Poland memorized the exact space where he rested his hand on his arm. As much as he didn’t like to admit it, Lithuania knew all of the nobility’s dances by heart, the walk of the Chodzony, the stately gestures of the Polonez, the short steps of the Minuet. His movements reminded Poland of a lithe, graceful horse, his hooves beating in step with the song.
"M-May I ask you to dance?" he would ask, no matter where they were, inside or out, in the middle of a great ball or alone in their room.
Poland would smile and take his hand. “Duh.” And the process would begin quick like the pjoviau šieną or mazurka, and he would whisk Poland away to a world of themselves.
Sitting alone in a cold Russian room, Poland wished Lithuania would dance with him again.
