(AU) Make Your Own Happines [1/2]
anonymous
January 7 2009, 00:45:05 UTC
GOD ANON, YOU'RE SO EVIL. Seriously, the moe ate me alive when I was writing this. I hope it's good enough for you because this was actually based on one of my childhood memories. I was the Raivis to my sister's Toris and my brother's Eduard. Lame, I know, but I thought it was cute.
It was a bleak, cold winter afternoon when the Baltic brothers were dropped off in front of a run down laundromat. Toris, the oldest, held the largest laundry basket in his arms, as he patiently waited next to the car for his younger brothers to climb out of the backseat.
Eight year old Eduard came out first, carrying the smaller basket in his arms, while the youngest, four year old Raivis, had to be helped out by their step-mother, Bela. She opened the door and picked him up perfunctorily, as if he was a package to deposit on the laundromat's doorstep.
After placing him on the ground, Bela got back into the car and closed the door before it sped off, the driver waving briefly to the boys before the car disappeared down the road.
Toris sighed, looking down at his brothers in their shabby coats, thin hats, holey mittens, and scuffed boots, and hitched the basket up to his hip before herding both of them up the cement stairs and into the building.
As soon as they were inside the laundromat, Eduard and Raivis peeled off their coats and mittens and disappeared to who knew where, as little boys in a big place were wont to do. Toris just hoped that they didn't get into too much trouble.
Suddenly, Eduard's voice was shouting at him from over a line of washing machines, all bright and excited.
"Toris, Toris! Look what we found! It's a race car!"
Toris set the laundry basket he was carrying down on a nearby table to see what his younger brothers were up to. What he saw made him laugh as well as gave him cause for concern: Eduard had found one of the metal laundry carts and had placed Raivis into one of them before grabbing a hold of it and racing with it around the otherwise abandoned laundromat.
Before Toris knew it, a vision of Raivis spilling out of the cart, Eduard kneeling over him, crying and shaking his still little body as it lay motionless on the floor, came to mind. The idea was so frightening that the laugh died in his throat.
Eduard pouted, puffing his cheeks out until his glasses slid up his nose, and slowed to a standstill, but as soon as he stopped, Raivis began to cry anyway.
Concerned, Toris walked over to the cart to see what was the matter. He tried to pick up the little boy to soothe him, but Raivis refused to budge and cried even harder, sobbing out unintelligible words that neither he nor Eduard could figure out.
"Raivis, Raivis, what's the matter? Do you want to go home?" Toris asked.
"No!" Raivis shrieked, pounding his little fits against the cart as his face grew redder and redder. “Wanna, wanna,” he wailed, lapsing back into sobs.
"What do you wanna do then, Raivis?" Toris asked. The little boy just sobbed even louder and Toris shot a helpless glance towards Eduard, leaning against the cart and peering at Raivis, confused.
(AU) Make Your Own Happines [2/2]
anonymous
January 7 2009, 00:52:58 UTC
Suddenly, Eduard's brow wrinkled and he leaned closer, listening to the words spilling out of Raivis' mouth. Toris opened his mouth to ask what he was doing, but Eduard just looked at him for a second and frowned, putting a finger to his lips.
After what seemed to be the longest time, he straighted up and smiled. "I know what Raivis wants," he said calmly and confidently.
Toris blinked, surprised. How could he understand what Raivis was saying so easily? It didn't make any sense, but there Eduard stood, a smug smile on his lips as he eagerly rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"What is it?" he asked.
Eduard pushed his glasses up his nose with a finger before he spoke. “Race car.”
"Oh no, no. I told you, he's going to get hurt."
"WACE CAW!" Raivis crowed happily, raising his little arms above his head and waving them about. "WANNA WACE CAW WIDE, TOWIS!"
Toris bit his lip, clearly distraught. On one hand, Raivis was so little and he didn't want him to get hurt because Eduard didn't know his limits, but on the other hand, it looked harmless enough and he didn't want Raivis upset because he couldn't have a ride in his precious car...er, cart.
"Fine," he sighed. "You can have your race car ride, Raivis. But--" and here he was cut off as both boys cheered excitedly. "But! I drive the car. That way I know no one will get hurt. Agreed?"
Raivis jumped up and down in the cart happily, nodding his head, but Eduard kicked his feet against the tiled floor sadly.
"Eduard?"
Eduard refused to look up, but mumbled something Toris barely caught. Something about 'not fair' and 'do I do now?' and 'my race car'.
"Eduard, would you like to ride in the cart with Raivis instead?" Toris asked, gently touching the boy's shoulder. Eduard looked up at him, bringing up an arm to rub away the tiny tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
"Can I? Aren't I too big?" he asked, hopeful.
"Of course you can. I'm sure you'll fit if Raivis sits in your lap. Can you get in by yourself?"
Eduard grinned and nodded, climbing up into the cart after Toris lifted Raivis up before placing him in Eduard's lap. Raivis squealed happily as Eduard wrapped his arm's around his waist as if they were a seatbelt to keep him in place.
"Everybody ready?" Toris called.
"READY!" Eduard and Raivis shouted, smiling wide.
"Okay, here we go!"
Toris gave the cart a firm push and then, they were off, racing around the laudromat, laughing and shouting as the sky grew dark and the snow continued to fall outside.
Re: (AU) Make Your Own Happines [2/2]
anonymous
January 7 2009, 03:23:23 UTC
They are so cute. I love the three of them together. I always wished for a comfort fic between them as they weathered their years of captivity in Russia's hands but this satisfied me as much.
Re: (AU) Make Your Own Happines [2/2]
anonymous
January 7 2009, 14:26:16 UTC
I'm also trying to write a sexytiems comfort fic with them that's based after their independence, but it's not working out all that well. Damn awkward virgins in my head canon.
Re: (AU) Make Your Own Happines [2/2]
anonymous
January 7 2009, 17:49:00 UTC
If it gets done, I'll be posting it for the prompt on page 9 of the first request post. The OP there has been waiting patiently (or perhaps has died) for me to fill it for a while now.
Wahh, Anon! That was so adorable, I think my heart's broken. ;_; Even though it's AU, I think they're all perfectly IC... Poor Toris, how life has made him old beyond his years. Thank you, anon, for this sweet fic!
Oh wow, thank you so much! I kept thinking everyone was so wildly OOC that this was really difficult to write. I'm so glad that you don't agree with me.
P.S: Did you catch the subtle, not quite there mention of Russia/Belarus in the beginning? Russia is who I meant the driver to be, but I sort of left it to the imagination for some odd reason or another.
lulz, I wasn't thinking Russia/Belarus per se... I was just thinking that if Bela is Toris's stepmom, that's going to make for some *coughcough* iiinteresting issues when he gets older. XD
Oh jebus. Now my need for utterly dysfunctional families is demanding I write a sequel set a few years down the road when Toris hits happy puberty time (he's like twelve in this fic, so maybe two or so years later?)
It was a bleak, cold winter afternoon when the Baltic brothers were dropped off in front of a run down laundromat. Toris, the oldest, held the largest laundry basket in his arms, as he patiently waited next to the car for his younger brothers to climb out of the backseat.
Eight year old Eduard came out first, carrying the smaller basket in his arms, while the youngest, four year old Raivis, had to be helped out by their step-mother, Bela. She opened the door and picked him up perfunctorily, as if he was a package to deposit on the laundromat's doorstep.
After placing him on the ground, Bela got back into the car and closed the door before it sped off, the driver waving briefly to the boys before the car disappeared down the road.
Toris sighed, looking down at his brothers in their shabby coats, thin hats, holey mittens, and scuffed boots, and hitched the basket up to his hip before herding both of them up the cement stairs and into the building.
As soon as they were inside the laundromat, Eduard and Raivis peeled off their coats and mittens and disappeared to who knew where, as little boys in a big place were wont to do. Toris just hoped that they didn't get into too much trouble.
Suddenly, Eduard's voice was shouting at him from over a line of washing machines, all bright and excited.
"Toris, Toris! Look what we found! It's a race car!"
Toris set the laundry basket he was carrying down on a nearby table to see what his younger brothers were up to. What he saw made him laugh as well as gave him cause for concern: Eduard had found one of the metal laundry carts and had placed Raivis into one of them before grabbing a hold of it and racing with it around the otherwise abandoned laundromat.
Before Toris knew it, a vision of Raivis spilling out of the cart, Eduard kneeling over him, crying and shaking his still little body as it lay motionless on the floor, came to mind. The idea was so frightening that the laugh died in his throat.
"Eduard, you'd better stop before Raivis gets hurt!" Toris scolded him.
Eduard pouted, puffing his cheeks out until his glasses slid up his nose, and slowed to a standstill, but as soon as he stopped, Raivis began to cry anyway.
Concerned, Toris walked over to the cart to see what was the matter. He tried to pick up the little boy to soothe him, but Raivis refused to budge and cried even harder, sobbing out unintelligible words that neither he nor Eduard could figure out.
"Raivis, Raivis, what's the matter? Do you want to go home?" Toris asked.
"No!" Raivis shrieked, pounding his little fits against the cart as his face grew redder and redder. “Wanna, wanna,” he wailed, lapsing back into sobs.
"What do you wanna do then, Raivis?" Toris asked. The little boy just sobbed even louder and Toris shot a helpless glance towards Eduard, leaning against the cart and peering at Raivis, confused.
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After what seemed to be the longest time, he straighted up and smiled. "I know what Raivis wants," he said calmly and confidently.
Toris blinked, surprised. How could he understand what Raivis was saying so easily? It didn't make any sense, but there Eduard stood, a smug smile on his lips as he eagerly rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"What is it?" he asked.
Eduard pushed his glasses up his nose with a finger before he spoke. “Race car.”
"Oh no, no. I told you, he's going to get hurt."
"WACE CAW!" Raivis crowed happily, raising his little arms above his head and waving them about. "WANNA WACE CAW WIDE, TOWIS!"
Toris bit his lip, clearly distraught. On one hand, Raivis was so little and he didn't want him to get hurt because Eduard didn't know his limits, but on the other hand, it looked harmless enough and he didn't want Raivis upset because he couldn't have a ride in his precious car...er, cart.
"Fine," he sighed. "You can have your race car ride, Raivis. But--" and here he was cut off as both boys cheered excitedly. "But! I drive the car. That way I know no one will get hurt. Agreed?"
Raivis jumped up and down in the cart happily, nodding his head, but Eduard kicked his feet against the tiled floor sadly.
"Eduard?"
Eduard refused to look up, but mumbled something Toris barely caught. Something about 'not fair' and 'do I do now?' and 'my race car'.
"Eduard, would you like to ride in the cart with Raivis instead?" Toris asked, gently touching the boy's shoulder. Eduard looked up at him, bringing up an arm to rub away the tiny tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
"Can I? Aren't I too big?" he asked, hopeful.
"Of course you can. I'm sure you'll fit if Raivis sits in your lap. Can you get in by yourself?"
Eduard grinned and nodded, climbing up into the cart after Toris lifted Raivis up before placing him in Eduard's lap. Raivis squealed happily as Eduard wrapped his arm's around his waist as if they were a seatbelt to keep him in place.
"Everybody ready?" Toris called.
"READY!" Eduard and Raivis shouted, smiling wide.
"Okay, here we go!"
Toris gave the cart a firm push and then, they were off, racing around the laudromat, laughing and shouting as the sky grew dark and the snow continued to fall outside.
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P.S: Did you catch the subtle, not quite there mention of Russia/Belarus in the beginning? Russia is who I meant the driver to be, but I sort of left it to the imagination for some odd reason or another.
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Nooooooooo...*sobs*
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great job anon! now i want older siblings ffffff ):
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