[Fic] Five Moment Together
Title: Five Moments Together
Characters/pairing(s): Slight Estonia/Lithuania
Rating: PG-13
Gifter: lesser_tyranny
Giftee: phantompath
1583
Lithuania is taking off his dirt stained shirt when he feels a presence behind him. He turns and sees Estonia (his hair cut is even worse than the first time he saw him, almost a year ago, across the hall when Poland had nudged him and whispered, ‘see him, that’s Estonia, he’s gonna be living here, sometimes’) standing in the doorway. “You’re Lithuania,” Estonia says and then looks away awkwardly. Lithuania pauses for a moment, thinking of what to say, but, honestly, the only responses he can think of are completely moronic and there is really no point in saying any of them unless he wants to induce even more embarrassment. The last time he saw Estonia the boy had walked into him and run off, in either fear or shame, without saying a word. That is pretty much the entirety of their interactions. Estonia shifts his feet uncomfortably but Lithuania is rather good at dealing with silence and he wats for the other to speak again. Finally, he does, “I live here sometimes, I just wanted to say hello.” Lithuania nods his own greeting but remains silent. There is nothing he wants to say. Estonia lingers for a while longer, looking on the verge of saying something else, but eventually he loses his nerve and backs out of the room.
1834
One day Estonia eats breakfast with Lithuania. It’s an odd choice (Lithuania’s arm still aches from his fall and he wonders if Estonia even remembers what it was like to live on his own) but Lithuania doesn’t comment and they eat together in companionable, if not friendly, silence. At the end of the meal Estonia sits back. Lithuania doesn’t want him to leave, he’s not sure just what he wants, but before he can think of anything Estonia speaks. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with Germany lately.”
Lithuania scrapes away the last of his porridge, “the young one?” He doesn’t really want to hear anything about Prussia.
“Yes. He has a lot of ideas,” Estonia stands, “I have had a couple of my own.”
“I have had ideas, sometimes I even act on them,” Lithuania can’t help a self conscious half gesture at his arm.
“Does it stop you?” Estonia asks.
Lithuania pushes back his own seat, “Not yet.”
1947
They stand together on the train, watching over their people. Estonia’s uniform is slightly wrinkled and Lithuania suspects that today is not the first day he’s worn it. He hadn’t thought he’d want to talk (he didn’t think he’d be able to go but Russia had just waved a hand when he’d asked whether he could go) but he wishes Estonia would say something to break the silence. Latvia had chattered nervously before their silence had sent him to the other side of the carriage where he is conversing with an exhausted looking man. When Lithuania turns back to look at Estonia he’s staring out the window. His face looks old in that moment and as tired as Latvia’s companion’s. They don’t talk that trip but just lean next to each other, shoulders pressed close together.
1990
It’s been a long time since Estonia has been in Lithuania’s house; it’s been a long time since Lithuania was in his own house. He sits Estonia down at his table and makes tea (‘no vodka,’ Estonia asks dryly, ‘ruins the taste,’ he says voice strong), swiping occasionally at the built up dust, which they drink slowly letting the heat sink into their bones. They talk about the weather and work and bosses, neither wanting to be the first to bring up what they’re both thinking.
“Elections are coming up,” Estonia says finally. Lithuania nods, almost relieved that the subject has been breached.
“I know. I also think I know how mine will go,” it’s true but saying out loud, even coded, feels strange.
“Mine too. And Latvia’s.” They both stare down at the table.
“I doubt Russia will like it,” Lithuania says.
Estonia raises an eyebrow, “Will that stop you?”
Lithuania can’t help a small grin, “I doubt it.”
2004
“Together again,” Estonia says. Lithuania straightens his tie one last time and turns to look at the other nation. Estonia stands in the doorway face same as always but his fingers tap nervously on the door and his clothing is just as neat as Lithuania’s.
“I thought you would be with Finland,” Lithuania says and immediately hopes his words seem much less awkward to Estonia than they do to him. Estonia shrugs.
“I figured there was no need to go away for unnerving good cheer when there is a perfectly good pessimist so close by,” he says, voice aiming somewhere near light.
“It’s rather different,” Lithuania says after a brief pause. Estonia looks over, confused, and he continues on quickly. “We’re not living together and it’s a choice now.”
“I suppose that’s how the word changes,” Estonia says, pushing his glasses back up his nose. It isn’t exactly a cheerful sentiment (those are rather odd to hear from any of them, honestly) but the world has changed so Lithuania smiles and takes his hand.
Characters/pairing(s): Slight Estonia/Lithuania
Rating: PG-13
Gifter: lesser_tyranny
Giftee: phantompath
1583
Lithuania is taking off his dirt stained shirt when he feels a presence behind him. He turns and sees Estonia (his hair cut is even worse than the first time he saw him, almost a year ago, across the hall when Poland had nudged him and whispered, ‘see him, that’s Estonia, he’s gonna be living here, sometimes’) standing in the doorway. “You’re Lithuania,” Estonia says and then looks away awkwardly. Lithuania pauses for a moment, thinking of what to say, but, honestly, the only responses he can think of are completely moronic and there is really no point in saying any of them unless he wants to induce even more embarrassment. The last time he saw Estonia the boy had walked into him and run off, in either fear or shame, without saying a word. That is pretty much the entirety of their interactions. Estonia shifts his feet uncomfortably but Lithuania is rather good at dealing with silence and he wats for the other to speak again. Finally, he does, “I live here sometimes, I just wanted to say hello.” Lithuania nods his own greeting but remains silent. There is nothing he wants to say. Estonia lingers for a while longer, looking on the verge of saying something else, but eventually he loses his nerve and backs out of the room.
1834
One day Estonia eats breakfast with Lithuania. It’s an odd choice (Lithuania’s arm still aches from his fall and he wonders if Estonia even remembers what it was like to live on his own) but Lithuania doesn’t comment and they eat together in companionable, if not friendly, silence. At the end of the meal Estonia sits back. Lithuania doesn’t want him to leave, he’s not sure just what he wants, but before he can think of anything Estonia speaks. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with Germany lately.”
Lithuania scrapes away the last of his porridge, “the young one?” He doesn’t really want to hear anything about Prussia.
“Yes. He has a lot of ideas,” Estonia stands, “I have had a couple of my own.”
“I have had ideas, sometimes I even act on them,” Lithuania can’t help a self conscious half gesture at his arm.
“Does it stop you?” Estonia asks.
Lithuania pushes back his own seat, “Not yet.”
1947
They stand together on the train, watching over their people. Estonia’s uniform is slightly wrinkled and Lithuania suspects that today is not the first day he’s worn it. He hadn’t thought he’d want to talk (he didn’t think he’d be able to go but Russia had just waved a hand when he’d asked whether he could go) but he wishes Estonia would say something to break the silence. Latvia had chattered nervously before their silence had sent him to the other side of the carriage where he is conversing with an exhausted looking man. When Lithuania turns back to look at Estonia he’s staring out the window. His face looks old in that moment and as tired as Latvia’s companion’s. They don’t talk that trip but just lean next to each other, shoulders pressed close together.
1990
It’s been a long time since Estonia has been in Lithuania’s house; it’s been a long time since Lithuania was in his own house. He sits Estonia down at his table and makes tea (‘no vodka,’ Estonia asks dryly, ‘ruins the taste,’ he says voice strong), swiping occasionally at the built up dust, which they drink slowly letting the heat sink into their bones. They talk about the weather and work and bosses, neither wanting to be the first to bring up what they’re both thinking.
“Elections are coming up,” Estonia says finally. Lithuania nods, almost relieved that the subject has been breached.
“I know. I also think I know how mine will go,” it’s true but saying out loud, even coded, feels strange.
“Mine too. And Latvia’s.” They both stare down at the table.
“I doubt Russia will like it,” Lithuania says.
Estonia raises an eyebrow, “Will that stop you?”
Lithuania can’t help a small grin, “I doubt it.”
2004
“Together again,” Estonia says. Lithuania straightens his tie one last time and turns to look at the other nation. Estonia stands in the doorway face same as always but his fingers tap nervously on the door and his clothing is just as neat as Lithuania’s.
“I thought you would be with Finland,” Lithuania says and immediately hopes his words seem much less awkward to Estonia than they do to him. Estonia shrugs.
“I figured there was no need to go away for unnerving good cheer when there is a perfectly good pessimist so close by,” he says, voice aiming somewhere near light.
“It’s rather different,” Lithuania says after a brief pause. Estonia looks over, confused, and he continues on quickly. “We’re not living together and it’s a choice now.”
“I suppose that’s how the word changes,” Estonia says, pushing his glasses back up his nose. It isn’t exactly a cheerful sentiment (those are rather odd to hear from any of them, honestly) but the world has changed so Lithuania smiles and takes his hand.