Russian Comfort 4/4
anonymous
October 12 2009, 14:40:04 UTC
Things were quiet for a time, and Russia reached the lobby in relative peace. Ignoring the strange looks he received from anyone in the room who knew him, he calmly proceeded to the nearest empty elevator.
"Don't see why you had to take me. I was making friends, an' it's not like you need me anymore." Ukraine suddenly said, looking melancholy through her drunken flush.
The statement startled her brother, and he slowly lowered the hand that was about to press her floor's button to look down at her curiously. "Sister thinks I do not need her?"
"Sister knows you don't need her. 'm part of the old memories, not the new. Like a security blanket you grow out of." she replied casually, focused more on fiddling with the medal on Russia's coat than the conversation.
His face was unreadable as he muttered "I see."
The floor level he selected this time was not Ukraine's.
When they next stopped, this time for Russia to fish for his cardkey, Ukraine lifted her head from where it had been resting near her brother's heart to blink fuzzily at the door number.
"Brother, I don' think this is my room."
"Ah, no, it's mine. Someone broke your door, I thought it would be better to bring you here." he said cheerfully, swiping and pushing the door open with a foot. Of course, it was true that her door was damaged. This was the smallest reason he'd brought here to his own room, though.
"Ehhh, I don't know about that. I'm sure they'd have fixed it by now."
"It's better to be safe, hm?"
He hummed, carefully placing her on the bed and removing her boots. Ukraine sighed and was about to shut her eyes and try to sleep when the bed dipped on her other side. Russia had sat down to take off his own shoes, and now was lying on the mattress with her.
Circling his arms around her, Russia pulled her close and rested his head on her shoulder. They breathed in and out for a moment before he began whispering, his words so close they tickled her ear.
"Does Sister remember when the Romanovs died? When the Bolsheviks were changing my government? I thought I would go mad, but Sister was there. You were strong for me, always had the right words."
Slowly, purposefully, he kissed her exposed neck before continuing.
"And when we formed the Union? I wouldn't have done it without you, it would never have worked. I had to have you there."
Another kiss.
"And when it fell? Sister did not leave until she had made sure I was fine, until she had stopped my tears. She could have gone long ago, but she waited for me..."
He pressed his lips carefully onto her ear. She was shaking now, quietly crying into his coat sleeve. He could feel the moisture seeping through.
"Sister sees now, da? She is anything but unneeded."
Ukraine did not reply, only brought her own hands up to cradle his arm.
As they lay there, slowly drifting off to sleep, Russia mentally added one last fact to the list. He couldn't bring himself to speak it aloud, he was too afraid of what she would say.
Sister is the most precious thing in the world to me.
Hope this is cool with OP! I had fun writing it. ♥
I laughed until I cried, and then I just cried. They're both so precious here, and I've gotten a recent kick for this pairing going. Such sweetness here, I absolutely love it. My favorite stories with Russia are the ones that show he has a great capacity for caring. This is wonderful, anon.
I like stories that bring out other aspects of Russia's personality, too. I've read some really great creeper stories, yes, but that's just one aspect of him. It's nice expanding.
Re: Russian Comfort 4/4
anonymous
October 12 2009, 16:12:44 UTC
Oh Russia in a dress then lighting the house on fire! This will bring a smile to my face in many a grim day... Oh wow I think I might be converted to Russia/Ukraine. :O Beautiful work anon!
Oh anon! You made me laugh so hard (drunk!Russia falling in a lake or wearing a dress and catching the house on fire are just way too hilarious) but the ending was just adorable (and made me tear up a little, no lie.) They're such a sweet pair, it's too bad this couple isn't more popular!
"Don't see why you had to take me. I was making friends, an' it's not like you need me anymore." Ukraine suddenly said, looking melancholy through her drunken flush.
The statement startled her brother, and he slowly lowered the hand that was about to press her floor's button to look down at her curiously. "Sister thinks I do not need her?"
"Sister knows you don't need her. 'm part of the old memories, not the new. Like a security blanket you grow out of." she replied casually, focused more on fiddling with the medal on Russia's coat than the conversation.
His face was unreadable as he muttered "I see."
The floor level he selected this time was not Ukraine's.
When they next stopped, this time for Russia to fish for his cardkey, Ukraine lifted her head from where it had been resting near her brother's heart to blink fuzzily at the door number.
"Brother, I don' think this is my room."
"Ah, no, it's mine. Someone broke your door, I thought it would be better to bring you here." he said cheerfully, swiping and pushing the door open with a foot. Of course, it was true that her door was damaged. This was the smallest reason he'd brought here to his own room, though.
"Ehhh, I don't know about that. I'm sure they'd have fixed it by now."
"It's better to be safe, hm?"
He hummed, carefully placing her on the bed and removing her boots. Ukraine sighed and was about to shut her eyes and try to sleep when the bed dipped on her other side. Russia had sat down to take off his own shoes, and now was lying on the mattress with her.
Circling his arms around her, Russia pulled her close and rested his head on her shoulder. They breathed in and out for a moment before he began whispering, his words so close they tickled her ear.
"Does Sister remember when the Romanovs died? When the Bolsheviks were changing my government? I thought I would go mad, but Sister was there. You were strong for me, always had the right words."
Slowly, purposefully, he kissed her exposed neck before continuing.
"And when we formed the Union? I wouldn't have done it without you, it would never have worked. I had to have you there."
Another kiss.
"And when it fell? Sister did not leave until she had made sure I was fine, until she had stopped my tears. She could have gone long ago, but she waited for me..."
He pressed his lips carefully onto her ear. She was shaking now, quietly crying into his coat sleeve. He could feel the moisture seeping through.
"Sister sees now, da? She is anything but unneeded."
Ukraine did not reply, only brought her own hands up to cradle his arm.
As they lay there, slowly drifting off to sleep, Russia mentally added one last fact to the list. He couldn't bring himself to speak it aloud, he was too afraid of what she would say.
Sister is the most precious thing in the world to me.
Hope this is cool with OP! I had fun writing it. ♥
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I like stories that bring out other aspects of Russia's personality, too. I've read some really great creeper stories, yes, but that's just one aspect of him. It's nice expanding.
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Oh wow I think I might be converted to Russia/Ukraine. :O
Beautiful work anon!
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Thank you so much! I'm glad to hear that, I love this pairing so much, haha. :3
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I loved it, anon.
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They're one of my favorite pairs, no lie. I wish it was more popular, too. ♥
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