Appreciation [1/5]
anonymous
February 7 2009, 03:53:22 UTC
“Estonia! Estonia, what's the matter?” Lithuania frowned, rapping his knuckles gently against the bathroom door. When there was no response but a muffled snuffling, he decided to try another approach. “What are you doing in there?”
“N-nothing!” came the hasty response. “I just - I noticed the towels in here needed to be changed, that's all.”
“Does the door have to be locked?” the eldest Baltic brother prompted softly.
After a short pause, a click was heard and the door inched open to reveal a puffy-faced Estonia, glasses still slightly foggy, and a bathroom with no apparent change in the state of its towels. Lithuania tactfully ignored the telltale signs of crying and greeted his brother with a small smile. Estonia shakily returned the gesture, but the expression was watery and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. “Did you, um, did you need something?”
Lithuania blinked. “No, why?”
“You came all the way out to the East Wing to find me. Didn't Russia give you a lot of work to do in the garden?”
“Yes, but you and I haven't spoken much since I came back to live here. I just wanted to see you, that's all.”
“It's pretty far out of your way to just talk,” noted Estonia, and adjusted his glasses.
With a smile, Lithuania ducked his head. “I guess so! Well, I'm here anyway, so...is it all right if we talk? Just a bit, really. I just think we should catch up.”
“Okay,” the blonde agreed. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably.
Once they were down the hall - in a disused bedroom where Lithuania was certain Russia wouldn't consider to come hunting for those shirking their work - Estonia seemed to relax slightly, but he still jumped when Lithuania motioned for him to take a seat on the bed.
“So,” Lithuania began once Estonia had sat down, “what were you so upset about earlier?”
“I - I wasn't upset!” sputtered Estonia, tensing back up immediately.
“Estonia,” murmured Lithuania, “please. Why don't you tell your big brother what's wrong?”
The younger boy fidgeted for a moment, staring with intensity at the bedspread (it was a quaint pattern of flowers and leaves, pretty but, in Lithuania's opinion, not terribly fascinating) before sniffing, once, quietly. He looked up to meet his brother's eyes, cheeks turning hot. “I...I asked Ukraine out today,” he murmured.
A very awkward silence filled the room.
“Sh-she said no,” he added, voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh, Estonia,” sighed Lithuania, wrapping his arms around the other boy's shoulders and pulling him close. “I'm sorry.”
“It's not that she said no,” Estonia continued. “Just, she - she thinks I'm ugly. She said 'plain,' but I know what that means. My nose is too big, and my hair is boring, and I have - I have freckles,” he all but wailed, muffling the last part of his sentence in the shoulder of Lithuania's uniform.
“You have - ” Lithuania stared, seemed to go over the sentence again in his head, and stared some more. “She said no because you have freckles?”
Appreciation [2/5]
anonymous
February 7 2009, 03:58:37 UTC
As soon as the ludicrousness of the situation began to wear off a little, Lithuania pulled away from his still-tearful brother and straightened him up. “Listen, Estonia. You can't let what Ukraine or anybody else thinks bother you, okay?”
The younger nation was silent, staring at his knees.
“Look,” continued Lithuania gently. He tilted Estonia's chin up and gently removed his glasses, folding them and laying them on the bedside table. Immediately Estonia's world became a grainy haze, and he tried not to panic over the temporary loss of his eyesight. “You aren't ugly. You're not even plain. You are,” he said firmly, brushing his thumb over one tear-puffed cheek to wipe away the moisture that still gathered there, “a very good-looking young man.” Lithuania smiled, hoping it might encourage Estonia to do the same.
“Y-you don't think so,” argued Estonia softly, an edge of suspicion making his voice sharp. “You're just being nice, because I'm your brother.”
“That isn't true!” insisted Lithuania. “If you took some time to really look at yourself with your glasses off, you'd see it too. If you could see the face I'm looking at right now, I promise you, you would find yourself quite an attractive person.”
“...Lithuania...” They were too close, Estonia thought, but it was a rather idle observation, and when the other's hand dropped to cover his own, he didn't move.
Though even this close all of his brother's features seemed hazy and undefined, Estonia could make out enough to tell that Lithuania's eyes were roaming over his face, completely earnest, not mocking or pitying or judging but simply appreciating, and Estonia discovered that he wasn't averse to this kind of attention. Heat rose in his cheeks, but he resisted the urge to fix his gaze on the bedspread again. Lithuania's face was so close that he could feel the faint heat from it on his own skin, a misting of breath from his brother's lips just barely reaching across the distance between them. Not entirely because of the embarrassment of the scrutiny, Estonia swallowed.
“I think it's your eyes,” Lithuania finally announced in a quiet but decisive tone. The sudden splintering of the room's silence shot through Estonia like an arrow, and he blinked, the spell broken. “They really are your best feature. That's why your glasses make such a difference.”
“O-oh,” squeaked Estonia. The older nation pulled back, his kind smile going a little more out of focus until Estonia could no longer make it out as more than a slightly darker, pinker smudge in the rest of Lithuania's face. “May I - ” He cleared his throat, blinked. Though suddenly much less stifling, the air in the room still sat heavy on his lungs. “May I have my glasses back, please? I can't see without them, and if I stumble into something Russia will be really upset - ”
Fuzzy as it was, the side-to-side motion of Lithuania's head was clear enough a signal.
“Why...not...?”
Lithuania leaned in again and suddenly the room seemed to shrink down around the two of them, even smaller than it had been before. “Would it be...” - a dash of pink that was almost certainly Lithuania's tongue darting out to wet his lips; was he nervous? - “would it be all right, Estonia...”
“What?” prompted the other, not quite audible - not quite breathing.
The eldest brother's voice was even softer huskier than usual as he finished: “Would it be all right if I kissed you?”
Appreciation [3/5]
anonymous
February 7 2009, 04:00:00 UTC
Against all sanity, everything he had thought he knew about himself, Estonia realized he was nodding, that Lithuania's hands were coming up to his shoulders, one pressing gently while the other slid in to cup his cheek, and then there was wet heat against his mouth as another pair of lips found his own. For a moment Estonia thought he had melted, simply dissolved into molten liquid with no form or consciousness, and Lithuania's voice was a faraway pull, tugging him back to reality.
“-stonia? Estonia, are you all right?”
“F-fine,” whimpered Estonia, realizing that the heat was gone (of course, since Lithuania was speaking to him), though he was still cradled in a tender half-embrace. “I'm sorry, I haven't - I haven't really...you know...” he finished lamely.
“Oh. Oh, right.” Lithuania nodded, embarrassed almost as much as Estonia himself felt. “You were just - you were shaking, and I wasn't sure if - ”
“Could you do it again?” interrupted Estonia (though rather politely). And Lithuania laughed, and he did.
This time the kiss was slower but somehow much deeper, and Estonia realized that he was being gently pressed back onto the bed, and there was more heat than just at the junction of their mouths: everywhere Lithuania's body touched his, no matter how lightly, was ablaze as though his nerves were raw with fever. Teeth grazed his lip - not biting, exactly, and not painful at all - and Estonia moaned, reaching up to encircle his brother's waist, needing more of the solid, stable weight against him that made his skin burn. Instead, Lithuania drew back, stroked a few strands of Estonia's hair aside. Estonia made a keening noise that he was not entirely aware of as the impossibly cold air rushed in between them, but Lithuania was saying something, so he tried to focus on that, instead.
“You really have no idea,” Lithuania sighed. “Estonia, you are so beautiful. I can't - I can't describe it.”
“I'm not - ” mumbled Estonia half-heartedly, but the soft pad of a thumb drew across his lower lip and silenced him.
“You are,” insisted Lithuania, and he leaned back down to kiss Estonia's neck. “I wouldn't lie to you. I swear it,” he breathed between kisses, and Estonia writhed beneath him, clutching the back of his brother's uniform in white-knuckled hands.
It took Estonia a moment to realize that Lithuania had slid off the bed, but as soon as it sunk in, he sat up, head still spinning, and glanced around the room. Rather than making an escape to the door, as Estonia had expected, Lithuania was crouched in front of him, between his legs where they dangled over the side of the mattress. The older nation looked up, but from this distance his expression was completely lost to Estonia, who could only see the vague shapes of hands running up and down his legs. He could feel everything, though, the almost ticklingly vague pressure of fingertips against his skin through the coarse material of his uniform, the way Lithuania's palms flattened purposefully against Estonia's inner thigh, fingertips creeping inward, upward. Estonia stifled a cry as heat enveloped his most private of places, warm hands stroking gently back and forth.
“L-Lithuania - ” he managed to gasp, but only that before he heard the unzipping of his uniform and sensation overcame him.
Appreciation [4/5]
anonymous
February 7 2009, 04:05:24 UTC
anon failed so completely on HTML in this segment (though the previous one is FUBAR, too ;_;), as well as properly titling it, that she's reposting this entirely. I AM SO SORRY, GAIZ D:
This felt almost exactly like the kiss had - the same moist heat and tender pressing of skin against skin - but it was a thousand times moreso, and he whimpered and writhed with the intensity of it. He thought maybe he felt Lithuania smile, though it was impossible to tell, half-blind without his glasses and drugged with emotion and staring down at the fuzzy dark shape of Lithuania's head moving rhythmically back and forth, slow and deliberate.
Unbearably, gloriously hot, Lithuania enveloped Estonia with a sense of perfect serenity and a feeling of home, even though the small, still-functioning rational part of his mind knew that he should be panicking or at least feeling slightly afraid of such a strange, unimaginable sensation. Instead it felt familiar, in an indescribable way: this was the same Lithuania who had so tenderly dressed all of Estonia's childhood injuries, who had rubbed his back in the night when he had nightmares, even as a young man who should have been long past such things (and Lithuania never teased him for it, never showed any sign of disapproval or reproval or annoyance or anything but love), and somehow just as Lithuania was the same, his touch was the same, calming and loving and unconditional, and suddenly Estonia felt himself beginning to cry again, silently. It was entirely a different emotion, and he let it flow over him, his body shaking with it - or with something else, he wasn't sure - and Lithuania, interpreting it as the latter, was stroking his thigh and hip to steady him and moving ever so slightly faster, and when the world exploded Estonia was surprised to find that the always-worried part of himself didn't even care if it took him and everything else with it.
He and Lithuania were still there, though, when he opened his eyes to see that familiar face hovering near his own, mouth puffy even without being distorted by Estonia's poor vision and eyes ever-so-slightly concerned. “I'm fine,” he whispered, and Lithuania nodded and ran a hand over the other nation's cheek. “Are you - I mean, it doesn't bother you that - ?”
The eldest Baltic smiled with his voice as much as his mouth when he laughed and said, “I love you, Estonia. That was for you, and it doesn't bother me at all. I wouldn't lie to you,” he added, and Estonia knew that it was the truth.
“Thank you.”
“Don't hate any part of yourself,” pleaded Lithuania. “You're perfect, all of you. Right down,” he whispered, leaning in to peck Estonia's cheek softly, “to the very last,” and he kissed the other, “freckle.”
Appreciation [5/5]
anonymous
February 7 2009, 04:07:08 UTC
“Li-thu-a-ni-a~!”
The singsong voice set both of them immediately on edge, and Estonia nearly choked on his own breath. He could see dread begin to age his brother's face almost immediately, and suddenly wished there was something he could do to shelter him, this man who was always protecting and caring for everyone else. Who tells you not to hate yourself? Estonia wondered. Who makes you feel at home?
“Lithuania, where are you? You're not hiding from me, are you?”
With a finger pressed tersely to his lips, Lithuania straightened up and brushed the creases from Estonia's uniform, then his own. “Go out through the adjoining bathroom,” he whispered, an urgent hiss. With his poor vision it was hard to tell, but Estonia thought Lithuania might be shaking. “I'll see you later this evening.”
“You have to come with - ”
“No!” The word was near-silent, but too emphatic to be argued. There were footsteps now, coming down the hall toward them, like heartbeats in the old, mostly-silent house. Here,” Lithuania reached over to the bedside table. “put your glasses back on.”
“Thanks,” replied Estonia, and as he slid the metal frames up the bridge of his nose, making his way to the door on the other side of the room with his vision and appearance restored, he wondered whether he should be glad not to be beautiful all the time.
Writer!anon apologizes
anonymous
February 7 2009, 04:10:54 UTC
Sorry, leading=/=topping. Sorry, massive HTML FUBAR. Sorry, if OP happens to be squicked by 'cest ships. FORTUNATELY YOU'VE GOT TWO OTHER ANONS SWOOPING IN TO SAVE THE DAY. ;__;
Seriously, OP, I'm REALLY sorry about all that. And if it's not what you intended/wanted.
...The glasses are still there, though. :'D
P.S. could a mod maybe delete the super-messed up first attempt at part 4? *goes off to curl up in the corner, ashamed*
Re: Writer!anon apologizes
anonymous
February 7 2009, 05:01:26 UTC
D: Bah. HTML messes are no fun! But, it happens to the best of us. Tip: Usually when I'm prepping a fill, I make a private entry in my LJ with the fill in it, so that I can test out the HTML ahead of time. Alternately, you can use the 'preview post' function (but I find the private entry thing is just easier).
Anyway. This was sweet -- er, I mean, until Russia showed up, anyway. x.x Gah, poor Estonia. And Liet. I want to hug them both! Ah, I love how affectionate, how loving Liet is toward Estonia. But the end, oh, my heart. Ouch. x.x
Re: Writer!anon apologizes
anonymous
February 7 2009, 05:42:07 UTC
Very very true! ;_; And thank you for the advice, I'll do that next time. Thing is, I read this over to check for breaks in the HTML twice, but I think I went all dyslexic on it and just didn't notice. >.<
I'm glad you enjoyed it...? If I'm reading that right, and you did in fact enjoy it. ^_^U Yeah, I don't know, I wanted it to be totally fluffy all the way, but then...the Russia!ending hijacked me. *sigh* It's just really hard to write straight up fluff involving the Baltics, since you ALWAYS have Russia looming and throwing a shadow over them. ;_;
Re: Writer!anon apologizes
anonymous
February 7 2009, 05:51:09 UTC
Ahaha, I did indeed like it (I think my flailing must have made it unclear). Ahh, but so sad~
You do have a point about Baltics and fluff. It's hard! I've tried sometimes, but Russia likes to lurk. However, I'm going to do my best to make my own Estonia-fic fluffy (or at least happy). I tried to solve the Russia problem in my own by setting it post-independence. We'll see how that works out. xD
Re: Writer!anon apologizes
anonymous
February 7 2009, 05:55:17 UTC
Hooray! XD No, I just never know whether it's good or bad when people say "OH, MY HEART D:" or variations thereupon.
Yeah, especially ANYTHING INVOLVING LIET. Even without Russia, he packs a lot of angst of his own. ;_; But I will be looking forward to a happy break from the bleak routine when you post your fic~ Also I'm excited to know who you paired with Estonia! XD
Sadly, the whole "SELF ESTEEM TAKES 9000 DAMAGE FROM UKRAINE!" plot point sort of requires them to be living in Russia's house. And the rest sort of writes itself.
Re: Writer!anon apologizes
anonymous
February 7 2009, 05:30:02 UTC
Dude, that was freaking AMAZING. So sad, but so sweet at the same time. Have you filled anything else? (Because I would be on that like white on rice.) XD
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=734072#t734072 <-- the first Partition of the Commonwealth so basically Prussia, Russia and Austria raping Poland and Lithuania (it's as yet unfinished, and also REALLY LONG, so...a lot of warnings for this one ^_^U)
Re: Writer!anon apologizes
anonymous
February 8 2009, 07:08:35 UTC
"Who tells you not to hate yourself? Estonia wondered. Who makes you feel at home?" I cried :'(
Pffft, now I know who you are. XD You wrote my favorite fill~ I don't know how many times I've read that Poland/Lithuania text-sex story. Puts a smile on my face every time. 'ttly secksy'
Re: OP Here!
anonymous
February 8 2009, 04:39:46 UTC
Aww, I'm glad you liked it! <3 I know, Estonia needs more love. ;_; I'd write more of him, but he always ends up turning out more like Latvia when I write him. XD
“N-nothing!” came the hasty response. “I just - I noticed the towels in here needed to be changed, that's all.”
“Does the door have to be locked?” the eldest Baltic brother prompted softly.
After a short pause, a click was heard and the door inched open to reveal a puffy-faced Estonia, glasses still slightly foggy, and a bathroom with no apparent change in the state of its towels. Lithuania tactfully ignored the telltale signs of crying and greeted his brother with a small smile. Estonia shakily returned the gesture, but the expression was watery and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. “Did you, um, did you need something?”
Lithuania blinked. “No, why?”
“You came all the way out to the East Wing to find me. Didn't Russia give you a lot of work to do in the garden?”
“Yes, but you and I haven't spoken much since I came back to live here. I just wanted to see you, that's all.”
“It's pretty far out of your way to just talk,” noted Estonia, and adjusted his glasses.
With a smile, Lithuania ducked his head. “I guess so! Well, I'm here anyway, so...is it all right if we talk? Just a bit, really. I just think we should catch up.”
“Okay,” the blonde agreed. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably.
Once they were down the hall - in a disused bedroom where Lithuania was certain Russia wouldn't consider to come hunting for those shirking their work - Estonia seemed to relax slightly, but he still jumped when Lithuania motioned for him to take a seat on the bed.
“So,” Lithuania began once Estonia had sat down, “what were you so upset about earlier?”
“I - I wasn't upset!” sputtered Estonia, tensing back up immediately.
“Estonia,” murmured Lithuania, “please. Why don't you tell your big brother what's wrong?”
The younger boy fidgeted for a moment, staring with intensity at the bedspread (it was a quaint pattern of flowers and leaves, pretty but, in Lithuania's opinion, not terribly fascinating) before sniffing, once, quietly. He looked up to meet his brother's eyes, cheeks turning hot. “I...I asked Ukraine out today,” he murmured.
A very awkward silence filled the room.
“Sh-she said no,” he added, voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh, Estonia,” sighed Lithuania, wrapping his arms around the other boy's shoulders and pulling him close. “I'm sorry.”
“It's not that she said no,” Estonia continued. “Just, she - she thinks I'm ugly. She said 'plain,' but I know what that means. My nose is too big, and my hair is boring, and I have - I have freckles,” he all but wailed, muffling the last part of his sentence in the shoulder of Lithuania's uniform.
“You have - ” Lithuania stared, seemed to go over the sentence again in his head, and stared some more. “She said no because you have freckles?”
“Yes,” snuffled Estonia woefully.
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The younger nation was silent, staring at his knees.
“Look,” continued Lithuania gently. He tilted Estonia's chin up and gently removed his glasses, folding them and laying them on the bedside table. Immediately Estonia's world became a grainy haze, and he tried not to panic over the temporary loss of his eyesight. “You aren't ugly. You're not even plain. You are,” he said firmly, brushing his thumb over one tear-puffed cheek to wipe away the moisture that still gathered there, “a very good-looking young man.” Lithuania smiled, hoping it might encourage Estonia to do the same.
“Y-you don't think so,” argued Estonia softly, an edge of suspicion making his voice sharp. “You're just being nice, because I'm your brother.”
“That isn't true!” insisted Lithuania. “If you took some time to really look at yourself with your glasses off, you'd see it too. If you could see the face I'm looking at right now, I promise you, you would find yourself quite an attractive person.”
“...Lithuania...” They were too close, Estonia thought, but it was a rather idle observation, and when the other's hand dropped to cover his own, he didn't move.
Though even this close all of his brother's features seemed hazy and undefined, Estonia could make out enough to tell that Lithuania's eyes were roaming over his face, completely earnest, not mocking or pitying or judging but simply appreciating, and Estonia discovered that he wasn't averse to this kind of attention. Heat rose in his cheeks, but he resisted the urge to fix his gaze on the bedspread again. Lithuania's face was so close that he could feel the faint heat from it on his own skin, a misting of breath from his brother's lips just barely reaching across the distance between them. Not entirely because of the embarrassment of the scrutiny, Estonia swallowed.
“I think it's your eyes,” Lithuania finally announced in a quiet but decisive tone. The sudden splintering of the room's silence shot through Estonia like an arrow, and he blinked, the spell broken. “They really are your best feature. That's why your glasses make such a difference.”
“O-oh,” squeaked Estonia. The older nation pulled back, his kind smile going a little more out of focus until Estonia could no longer make it out as more than a slightly darker, pinker smudge in the rest of Lithuania's face. “May I - ” He cleared his throat, blinked. Though suddenly much less stifling, the air in the room still sat heavy on his lungs. “May I have my glasses back, please? I can't see without them, and if I stumble into something Russia will be really upset - ”
Fuzzy as it was, the side-to-side motion of Lithuania's head was clear enough a signal.
“Why...not...?”
Lithuania leaned in again and suddenly the room seemed to shrink down around the two of them, even smaller than it had been before. “Would it be...” - a dash of pink that was almost certainly Lithuania's tongue darting out to wet his lips; was he nervous? - “would it be all right, Estonia...”
“What?” prompted the other, not quite audible - not quite breathing.
The eldest brother's voice was even softer huskier than usual as he finished: “Would it be all right if I kissed you?”
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“-stonia? Estonia, are you all right?”
“F-fine,” whimpered Estonia, realizing that the heat was gone (of course, since Lithuania was speaking to him), though he was still cradled in a tender half-embrace. “I'm sorry, I haven't - I haven't really...you know...” he finished lamely.
“Oh. Oh, right.” Lithuania nodded, embarrassed almost as much as Estonia himself felt. “You were just - you were shaking, and I wasn't sure if - ”
“Could you do it again?” interrupted Estonia (though rather politely). And Lithuania laughed, and he did.
This time the kiss was slower but somehow much deeper, and Estonia realized that he was being gently pressed back onto the bed, and there was more heat than just at the junction of their mouths: everywhere Lithuania's body touched his, no matter how lightly, was ablaze as though his nerves were raw with fever. Teeth grazed his lip - not biting, exactly, and not painful at all - and Estonia moaned, reaching up to encircle his brother's waist, needing more of the solid, stable weight against him that made his skin burn. Instead, Lithuania drew back, stroked a few strands of Estonia's hair aside. Estonia made a keening noise that he was not entirely aware of as the impossibly cold air rushed in between them, but Lithuania was saying something, so he tried to focus on that, instead.
“You really have no idea,” Lithuania sighed. “Estonia, you are so beautiful. I can't - I can't describe it.”
“I'm not - ” mumbled Estonia half-heartedly, but the soft pad of a thumb drew across his lower lip and silenced him.
“You are,” insisted Lithuania, and he leaned back down to kiss Estonia's neck. “I wouldn't lie to you. I swear it,” he breathed between kisses, and Estonia writhed beneath him, clutching the back of his brother's uniform in white-knuckled hands.
It took Estonia a moment to realize that Lithuania had slid off the bed, but as soon as it sunk in, he sat up, head still spinning, and glanced around the room. Rather than making an escape to the door, as Estonia had expected, Lithuania was crouched in front of him, between his legs where they dangled over the side of the mattress. The older nation looked up, but from this distance his expression was completely lost to Estonia, who could only see the vague shapes of hands running up and down his legs. He could feel everything, though, the almost ticklingly vague pressure of fingertips against his skin through the coarse material of his uniform, the way Lithuania's palms flattened purposefully against Estonia's inner thigh, fingertips creeping inward, upward. Estonia stifled a cry as heat enveloped his most private of places, warm hands stroking gently back and forth.
“L-Lithuania - ” he managed to gasp, but only that before he heard the unzipping of his uniform and sensation overcame him.
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This felt almost exactly like the kiss had - the same moist heat and tender pressing of skin against skin - but it was a thousand times moreso, and he whimpered and writhed with the intensity of it. He thought maybe he felt Lithuania smile, though it was impossible to tell, half-blind without his glasses and drugged with emotion and staring down at the fuzzy dark shape of Lithuania's head moving rhythmically back and forth, slow and deliberate.
Unbearably, gloriously hot, Lithuania enveloped Estonia with a sense of perfect serenity and a feeling of home, even though the small, still-functioning rational part of his mind knew that he should be panicking or at least feeling slightly afraid of such a strange, unimaginable sensation. Instead it felt familiar, in an indescribable way: this was the same Lithuania who had so tenderly dressed all of Estonia's childhood injuries, who had rubbed his back in the night when he had nightmares, even as a young man who should have been long past such things (and Lithuania never teased him for it, never showed any sign of disapproval or reproval or annoyance or anything but love), and somehow just as Lithuania was the same, his touch was the same, calming and loving and unconditional, and suddenly Estonia felt himself beginning to cry again, silently. It was entirely a different emotion, and he let it flow over him, his body shaking with it - or with something else, he wasn't sure - and Lithuania, interpreting it as the latter, was stroking his thigh and hip to steady him and moving ever so slightly faster, and when the world exploded Estonia was surprised to find that the always-worried part of himself didn't even care if it took him and everything else with it.
He and Lithuania were still there, though, when he opened his eyes to see that familiar face hovering near his own, mouth puffy even without being distorted by Estonia's poor vision and eyes ever-so-slightly concerned. “I'm fine,” he whispered, and Lithuania nodded and ran a hand over the other nation's cheek. “Are you - I mean, it doesn't bother you that - ?”
The eldest Baltic smiled with his voice as much as his mouth when he laughed and said, “I love you, Estonia. That was for you, and it doesn't bother me at all. I wouldn't lie to you,” he added, and Estonia knew that it was the truth.
“Thank you.”
“Don't hate any part of yourself,” pleaded Lithuania. “You're perfect, all of you. Right down,” he whispered, leaning in to peck Estonia's cheek softly, “to the very last,” and he kissed the other, “freckle.”
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The singsong voice set both of them immediately on edge, and Estonia nearly choked on his own breath. He could see dread begin to age his brother's face almost immediately, and suddenly wished there was something he could do to shelter him, this man who was always protecting and caring for everyone else. Who tells you not to hate yourself? Estonia wondered. Who makes you feel at home?
“Lithuania, where are you? You're not hiding from me, are you?”
With a finger pressed tersely to his lips, Lithuania straightened up and brushed the creases from Estonia's uniform, then his own. “Go out through the adjoining bathroom,” he whispered, an urgent hiss. With his poor vision it was hard to tell, but Estonia thought Lithuania might be shaking. “I'll see you later this evening.”
“You have to come with - ”
“No!” The word was near-silent, but too emphatic to be argued. There were footsteps now, coming down the hall toward them, like heartbeats in the old, mostly-silent house. Here,” Lithuania reached over to the bedside table. “put your glasses back on.”
“Thanks,” replied Estonia, and as he slid the metal frames up the bridge of his nose, making his way to the door on the other side of the room with his vision and appearance restored, he wondered whether he should be glad not to be beautiful all the time.
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Seriously, OP, I'm REALLY sorry about all that. And if it's not what you intended/wanted.
...The glasses are still there, though. :'D
P.S. could a mod maybe delete the super-messed up first attempt at part 4? *goes off to curl up in the corner, ashamed*
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Anyway. This was sweet -- er, I mean, until Russia showed up, anyway. x.x Gah, poor Estonia. And Liet. I want to hug them both! Ah, I love how affectionate, how loving Liet is toward Estonia. But the end, oh, my heart. Ouch. x.x
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I'm glad you enjoyed it...? If I'm reading that right, and you did in fact enjoy it. ^_^U Yeah, I don't know, I wanted it to be totally fluffy all the way, but then...the Russia!ending hijacked me. *sigh* It's just really hard to write straight up fluff involving the Baltics, since you ALWAYS have Russia looming and throwing a shadow over them. ;_;
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You do have a point about Baltics and fluff. It's hard! I've tried sometimes, but Russia likes to lurk. However, I'm going to do my best to make my own Estonia-fic fluffy (or at least happy).
I tried to solve the Russia problem in my own by setting it post-independence. We'll see how that works out. xD
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Yeah, especially ANYTHING INVOLVING LIET. Even without Russia, he packs a lot of angst of his own. ;_; But I will be looking forward to a happy break from the bleak routine when you post your fic~ Also I'm excited to know who you paired with Estonia! XD
Sadly, the whole "SELF ESTEEM TAKES 9000 DAMAGE FROM UKRAINE!" plot point sort of requires them to be living in Russia's house. And the rest sort of writes itself.
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Um, I've filled a couple other things (and would be really flattered if you'd like to read them, too!):
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=628600#t628600 <-- Poland/Lithuania, Liet crossdressing
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=593016#t593016 <-- Poland/Lithuania, phone (text) sex
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=734072#t734072 <-- the first Partition of the Commonwealth so basically Prussia, Russia and Austria raping Poland and Lithuania (it's as yet unfinished, and also REALLY LONG, so...a lot of warnings for this one ^_^U)
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=898936#t898936 <-- Lithuania/Poland, Polish Independence Day
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=874872#t874872 <-- Austria/Hungary, coming back together after the fall of the Soviet Union
And art rather than a fic, but for the heck of it:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/632.html?thread=1682552#t1682552 <-- *smallvoice* Russia/Lithuania, May Day (OH MY GOD I SWEAR IT'S NOT ON AS MUCH CRACK AS IT SOUNDS D:)
Thank you for expressing such interest! (And I really hope I don't disappoint.) :)
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Pffft, now I know who you are. XD You wrote my favorite fill~ I don't know how many times I've read that Poland/Lithuania text-sex story. Puts a smile on my face every time. 'ttly secksy'
Not above Anon, btw.
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Sorry for the late reply! I was gone for several days due to a retreat I had to attend in D8.
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Oh, I hope you had fun on your retreat! :)
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