Re: Estonia & Finland Childhood Memory (5/5)
anonymous
January 2 2010, 23:17:49 UTC
Finland quickly locked up the case as heard Sweden’s booming voice.
“Hi Berwald! How was the trip? Finland asked poking his head around the corner, a welcoming smile on his face. But it fell as he looked around and saw only Berwald. “Where are the Baltic brothers? I thought they were coming back with you? Is something wrong?”
Sweden walked down the hall towards the study, nodding hello in return. “Hm, no, good f’r both. They jus’ couldn’t leave right then.” The tall man paused and looked around mumbling “Coming next month, I think,” he turned a puzzled look at Finland, “Where’s th’ boy?”
“Oh.” Finland muttered dejectedly thinking to himself ‘Truth is Eduard didn’t want to come. He didn’t want to see me.’ before replying to Sweden’s query.
“Huh, Peter? Last I knew he was playing up in the attic.”
Sweden nodded then stopped and cocked an ear towards the attic. “Too quiet,” he mumbled something finishing with “ . . . trouble.”
Finland listened then too. “Hmmm, come to think of it, he has been awfully quiet up there for quite a while.”
He ran his hand through his hair with a sigh. “I suppose I better go check on him.”
Sweden lightly tapped Finland on the shoulder as he shook his head no. “I’ll go.”
“Thank you Berwald.” Finland patted Sweden’s hand as he gave him a warm smile.
Sweden simply nodded and then set the bag he had been carrying slung over his shoulder down on the floor. He turned to go then snapped his fingers quickly and bent back down toward to the bag again. He mumbled to himself as searched around in the bag. “Hmn, Ed said not forget.” He checked another pocket, “Mm, now where . . . ahuhn.”
Grunting in satisfaction he turned and held out his hands. Cupped in them was a little sailboat. The sail was torn and only threads remained, the sat askew from a small fracture towards the base and there was a small hole in the bow, but despite its condition Finland would have recognized that little boat anywhere. He gaped at it speechless, “Where? . . .” He tried to finish but couldn’t and closing his mouth he stared up at Sweden.
Sweden simply shrugged his shoulders. “Estonia said f’r you. Don’t know why. Said th’ two shouln’t be ‘part anymore. Sez you’d un’rstand.”
“Th thank, thank you Berwald.” Finland’s voice was shaky with emotion as he stared at the broken little boat.
Sweden simply nodded, his task done and turned to head towards the little staircase that lead to the attic.
Finland wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, then pulled out his key to the display from his pocket. Gently setting the little boat next to the tin man they looked somehow a little more complete despite their broken states. Looking at the small portrait he whispered softly to himself with a little smile brushing the corners of his mouth, “I get it Eduard. Thank you so much. I understand now too. ”
*Translation of Berwald’s truncated dialogue
“Hello, I’m home.” “No good for both. They just couldn’t leave right then.” “Estonia said for you. Don’t know why. Said the two should not be apart anymore. He said you would understand.”
Re: Estonia & Finland Childhood Memory (5/5)
anonymous
January 4 2010, 11:18:28 UTC
Author!anon, I love you so much right now.
I love reading this, and I'm going to read it again. I really like Estonia's part. The words flow well and I like how it had a slightly nostalgic feel to it.
Re: Estonia & Finland Childhood Memory (5/5)
anonymous
January 24 2010, 04:05:35 UTC
Oh, thank you so much. Don't feel bad at all for replying late! I really appreciate that you commented! I do go back and occasionally check for comments (if the section isn't maxed out) because I like to reply back to anyone who took the time to read and comment on something I wrote. =D
“Hi Berwald! How was the trip? Finland asked poking his head around the corner, a welcoming smile on his face. But it fell as he looked around and saw only Berwald. “Where are the Baltic brothers? I thought they were coming back with you? Is something wrong?”
Sweden walked down the hall towards the study, nodding hello in return. “Hm, no, good f’r both. They jus’ couldn’t leave right then.” The tall man paused and looked around mumbling “Coming next month, I think,” he turned a puzzled look at Finland, “Where’s th’ boy?”
“Oh.” Finland muttered dejectedly thinking to himself ‘Truth is Eduard didn’t want to come. He didn’t want to see me.’ before replying to Sweden’s query.
“Huh, Peter? Last I knew he was playing up in the attic.”
Sweden nodded then stopped and cocked an ear towards the attic. “Too quiet,” he mumbled something finishing with “ . . . trouble.”
Finland listened then too. “Hmmm, come to think of it, he has been awfully quiet up there for quite a while.”
He ran his hand through his hair with a sigh. “I suppose I better go check on him.”
Sweden lightly tapped Finland on the shoulder as he shook his head no. “I’ll go.”
“Thank you Berwald.” Finland patted Sweden’s hand as he gave him a warm smile.
Sweden simply nodded and then set the bag he had been carrying slung over his shoulder down on the floor. He turned to go then snapped his fingers quickly and bent back down toward to the bag again. He mumbled to himself as searched around in the bag.
“Hmn, Ed said not forget.” He checked another pocket, “Mm, now where . . . ahuhn.”
Grunting in satisfaction he turned and held out his hands. Cupped in them was a little sailboat. The sail was torn and only threads remained, the sat askew from a small fracture towards the base and there was a small hole in the bow, but despite its condition Finland would have recognized that little boat anywhere. He gaped at it speechless, “Where? . . .” He tried to finish but couldn’t and closing his mouth he stared up at Sweden.
Sweden simply shrugged his shoulders. “Estonia said f’r you. Don’t know why. Said th’ two shouln’t be ‘part anymore. Sez you’d un’rstand.”
“Th thank, thank you Berwald.” Finland’s voice was shaky with emotion as he stared at the broken little boat.
Sweden simply nodded, his task done and turned to head towards the little staircase that lead to the attic.
Finland wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, then pulled out his key to the display from his pocket. Gently setting the little boat next to the tin man they looked somehow a little more complete despite their broken states. Looking at the small portrait he whispered softly to himself with a little smile brushing the corners of his mouth, “I get it Eduard. Thank you so much. I understand now too. ”
*Translation of Berwald’s truncated dialogue
“Hello, I’m home.”
“No good for both. They just couldn’t leave right then.”
“Estonia said for you. Don’t know why. Said the two should not be apart anymore. He said you would understand.”
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And amusingly, not 2 hours ago I was talking to someone about these two.
Thank you for filling this! ^ ^
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I love reading this, and I'm going to read it again. I really like Estonia's part. The words flow well and I like how it had a slightly nostalgic feel to it.
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This is a wonderful fill.
Not OP, but I've wanted to comment ages ago and I feel slightly guilty to comment this late
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