Post by Lithuania on Feb 15, 2011 13:31:34 GMT -5
“…You must be like, desperate then? Seriously, jumping into my religion without even knowing about it…”
Lithuania flushed an indignant shade of scarlet at Poland's words. It was true, he was a little desperate. Without an alliance, either with Poland or Russia, he had no hope of keeping his would-be invaders at bay. A hot retort was on the tip of his tongue, but he kept his mouth shut and looked down at the grass, the tips of his ears burning.
But then Feliks started talking again, spinning a story in a dreamy voice about a garden and the people who'd lived there, and Toris found himself listening in spite of his annoyance. The story itself was nice, but the way the Pole told it, with such fervour and far-away longing made it seem so much more real.
“They decided to disobey God one day, and because of that, they were separated from Him and fell into sin and general badness. Are you following me?”
He nodded, rolling onto his side on the grass and looking at the foreign blonde as he continued to speak.
”Then… years later, God was… upset that His people were separated from Him… He so loved the world… that He sent down His one and only begotten son… so that they who believe in Him may not perish, but have eternal life.”
It was hard for Lithuania to get his head around the concept of monotheism. In his faith, there were Gods for every occasion. He found that the idea of one father figure for the whole world was both baffling and intriguing at the same time. Toris found himself feeling eager to meet some of these priests and question them about these fascinating new ideologies.
Then Poland was talking about other strange things...being dipped in water and some place called “Heaven” and it was all very confusing. But the way he spoke about it...with such tremendous awe and reverence and genuine faith...made Toris curious. He'd had nightmares about what kind of religion this might be. After knowing what Prussia was capable of, he'd imagined that perhaps it involved human sacrifice and all sorts of other terrible things. But Poland was talking about love, and gardens and eternal life, and that seemed so much less frightening than the Teutonic Knights.
He smiled gratefully at the blonde's assurances that he'd be able to ride home, that he would have some measure of freedom. After all, this wasn't a conquest on Poland's part, it was an alliance between two powerful kingdoms. And it Feliks was holding slightly more of the cards...well, that was alright, Lithuania supposed. Because his people would be safe in the end.
“If...if your God is one of love, Poland...” he began in a small, awkward voice. “Then surely he wants us all to...do the same? I mean...it all sounds so beautiful. Like a dream. So why is Gilbert killing everyone in the name of your faith? Does your God want that too? I mean...you would never start massacring people in the name of your faith, would you, Polska?”
He shook his head, embarassed a little at his own naivete. "Ah...anyway, never mind." The brunette laughed softly. "I think you're right. It's going to go well."
Lithuania flushed an indignant shade of scarlet at Poland's words. It was true, he was a little desperate. Without an alliance, either with Poland or Russia, he had no hope of keeping his would-be invaders at bay. A hot retort was on the tip of his tongue, but he kept his mouth shut and looked down at the grass, the tips of his ears burning.
But then Feliks started talking again, spinning a story in a dreamy voice about a garden and the people who'd lived there, and Toris found himself listening in spite of his annoyance. The story itself was nice, but the way the Pole told it, with such fervour and far-away longing made it seem so much more real.
“They decided to disobey God one day, and because of that, they were separated from Him and fell into sin and general badness. Are you following me?”
He nodded, rolling onto his side on the grass and looking at the foreign blonde as he continued to speak.
”Then… years later, God was… upset that His people were separated from Him… He so loved the world… that He sent down His one and only begotten son… so that they who believe in Him may not perish, but have eternal life.”
It was hard for Lithuania to get his head around the concept of monotheism. In his faith, there were Gods for every occasion. He found that the idea of one father figure for the whole world was both baffling and intriguing at the same time. Toris found himself feeling eager to meet some of these priests and question them about these fascinating new ideologies.
Then Poland was talking about other strange things...being dipped in water and some place called “Heaven” and it was all very confusing. But the way he spoke about it...with such tremendous awe and reverence and genuine faith...made Toris curious. He'd had nightmares about what kind of religion this might be. After knowing what Prussia was capable of, he'd imagined that perhaps it involved human sacrifice and all sorts of other terrible things. But Poland was talking about love, and gardens and eternal life, and that seemed so much less frightening than the Teutonic Knights.
He smiled gratefully at the blonde's assurances that he'd be able to ride home, that he would have some measure of freedom. After all, this wasn't a conquest on Poland's part, it was an alliance between two powerful kingdoms. And it Feliks was holding slightly more of the cards...well, that was alright, Lithuania supposed. Because his people would be safe in the end.
“If...if your God is one of love, Poland...” he began in a small, awkward voice. “Then surely he wants us all to...do the same? I mean...it all sounds so beautiful. Like a dream. So why is Gilbert killing everyone in the name of your faith? Does your God want that too? I mean...you would never start massacring people in the name of your faith, would you, Polska?”
He shook his head, embarassed a little at his own naivete. "Ah...anyway, never mind." The brunette laughed softly. "I think you're right. It's going to go well."