[Axis Powers Hetalia, Estonia/Ukraine, Tree of Secrets]
Title: Tree of Secrets
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Ukraine
Word Count: 563
Summary: Tears prickled at her eyes. So much had been happening; her mind occupied with independence and freedom and things to sign, that she’d forgotten her own birthday.
Celebrating: Ukraine's birthday on August 24th!
It had always been their tree. The large hole midway up the trunk was a perfect hiding place, and the secrets it carried ran deep. For years it was where they spoke, outspoken enough to dare to, but not enough to do so in front of Russia himself.
It started out simple: a plea to keep her brother from being too hard on Latvia and Lithuania, a tear-smudged message about the crime that plagued her lands. It was their safe place to discuss their concerns and voice their worries. But soon the tree started to carry other secrets- whispers of revolution mixed with casual chit-chat about how the other one was doing that day. Finally, a boldly penned confession found its way into their tree.
Folded twice and on nice parchment, it simply read, “There is this beautiful woman I like, but I fear your brother might kill me if he knew.”
Ukraine read it over twice before writing a reply in the blank space below the neat print. “If you mean my sister, she’ll more likely kill you first.”
Estonia balked when he read it, repressing laughter as to not draw the attention of passersby. He left a correction. “I suppose I should be lucky then that it’s you I was speaking of, Ukraine.”
With that, the messages became more about them and less about their problems.
A torn off a corner of paperwork: “You looked nice today. I would have said something, but Russia was glaring at me.”
Ukraine laughed on reading it, and then delicately writing on a napkin, she left a reply. “He was probably glaring because you were so obviously staring.”
“I couldn’t help it.” A scrap with computer jargon on the back of it said in return.
Cramming small text next to the specifications for a hard drive, she wrote back: “You flatterer.”
And as time passed, the need for secrets was no more.
“Can you meet me?” Typed, formal, direct.
“I’m not sure.” A shaky handwritten reply.
“He’s no longer watching.”
“Estonia, he’s always watching.”
“Then let him watch, Ukraine. Let him watch.”
With a defiant gleam in her eyes, Ukraine set aside her work and went to wait by the tree. As she approached, a blue ribbon peeking out of the trunk caught her eye and she pulled out a small wrapped box. A note was attached, typed as was becoming commonplace from his messages.
Happy Birthday, Ukraine.
Tears prickled at her eyes. So much had been happening; her mind occupied with independence and freedom and things to sign, that she’d forgotten her own birthday.
A familiar shadow came up beside her and she smiled. “You remembered.”
Estonia smiled in return, reaching up to brush her tears aside. “Someone had to.”
She laughed at that, a slight hiccup as she tried to stop crying. Tentatively, she reached out and clasped his hand. “Thank you.”
He shook his head. “Don’t thank me just yet. You haven’t even opened the gift.”
Nimble fingers tore at the paper and pulled out the item inside the box. Her gift, a necklace with a small bird made of silver, was thanked for profusely as Estonia found himself on the receiving end of a very enthusiastic kiss.
And with hands clasped and no worried looks over their shoulders, they left their tree of secrets behind. There was no need to hide anymore.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Ukraine
Word Count: 563
Summary: Tears prickled at her eyes. So much had been happening; her mind occupied with independence and freedom and things to sign, that she’d forgotten her own birthday.
Celebrating: Ukraine's birthday on August 24th!
It had always been their tree. The large hole midway up the trunk was a perfect hiding place, and the secrets it carried ran deep. For years it was where they spoke, outspoken enough to dare to, but not enough to do so in front of Russia himself.
It started out simple: a plea to keep her brother from being too hard on Latvia and Lithuania, a tear-smudged message about the crime that plagued her lands. It was their safe place to discuss their concerns and voice their worries. But soon the tree started to carry other secrets- whispers of revolution mixed with casual chit-chat about how the other one was doing that day. Finally, a boldly penned confession found its way into their tree.
Folded twice and on nice parchment, it simply read, “There is this beautiful woman I like, but I fear your brother might kill me if he knew.”
Ukraine read it over twice before writing a reply in the blank space below the neat print. “If you mean my sister, she’ll more likely kill you first.”
Estonia balked when he read it, repressing laughter as to not draw the attention of passersby. He left a correction. “I suppose I should be lucky then that it’s you I was speaking of, Ukraine.”
With that, the messages became more about them and less about their problems.
A torn off a corner of paperwork: “You looked nice today. I would have said something, but Russia was glaring at me.”
Ukraine laughed on reading it, and then delicately writing on a napkin, she left a reply. “He was probably glaring because you were so obviously staring.”
“I couldn’t help it.” A scrap with computer jargon on the back of it said in return.
Cramming small text next to the specifications for a hard drive, she wrote back: “You flatterer.”
And as time passed, the need for secrets was no more.
“Can you meet me?” Typed, formal, direct.
“I’m not sure.” A shaky handwritten reply.
“He’s no longer watching.”
“Estonia, he’s always watching.”
“Then let him watch, Ukraine. Let him watch.”
With a defiant gleam in her eyes, Ukraine set aside her work and went to wait by the tree. As she approached, a blue ribbon peeking out of the trunk caught her eye and she pulled out a small wrapped box. A note was attached, typed as was becoming commonplace from his messages.
Happy Birthday, Ukraine.
Tears prickled at her eyes. So much had been happening; her mind occupied with independence and freedom and things to sign, that she’d forgotten her own birthday.
A familiar shadow came up beside her and she smiled. “You remembered.”
Estonia smiled in return, reaching up to brush her tears aside. “Someone had to.”
She laughed at that, a slight hiccup as she tried to stop crying. Tentatively, she reached out and clasped his hand. “Thank you.”
He shook his head. “Don’t thank me just yet. You haven’t even opened the gift.”
Nimble fingers tore at the paper and pulled out the item inside the box. Her gift, a necklace with a small bird made of silver, was thanked for profusely as Estonia found himself on the receiving end of a very enthusiastic kiss.
And with hands clasped and no worried looks over their shoulders, they left their tree of secrets behind. There was no need to hide anymore.