Learning love - part 5
anonymous
April 10 2009, 21:18:56 UTC
August 21st
I don’t like it when people don’t follow the rules of a game.
I like chess a lot. Chess is simple in the way that everyone can understand what it’s about, but extremely complicated when you look at all the possibilities there’s in just one game. There’s hundreds of ways to form a strategy, and you never know whether your game will be ruining your nerves or be an easy win.
Chess is the way I look at life. If the players follow the rules, in the end the most intelligent one will win. Of course, back then I thought of that one as being me. Why shouldn’t I; I was - and is still today - the largest country when speaking size. I thought: “If I keep this up, soon the whole world will be called Soviet Union.”
Unfortunately, not everyone is happy about following rules. I won’t explain to you how many times Alfred has turned the table to make himself look like the winner, I’ll just mention it has happened. But one thing is having an unfair player far away from you - it’s a whole other thing when the unfairness goes on under your own roof.
Toris. The world calls him gentle and pleasing, but I can tell you this; his stubborn as hell and a pain in the ass if he wants to. Don’t let smiles fool you, for people like him it’s their best weapon.
Since our conversation in the living room about a week earlier, I hadn’t had the time to see him. My little sister was on the phone every day, and even when I unplugged it, letters from Cuba and Korea demanded my attention. As it had given me a constant headache, I decided I’ve earned a day off from work. I left the dusty office to stroll down the aisles, greeting and speaking to the persons I met.
“Braginski, sir! What a seldom sight!” Peter came towards me with arms white open and a smile dancing on his lips. I returned the smile, though with a little less teeth showing.
“Peter, my old friend. I should thank you for bringing coffee yesterday - it was just what I needed.”
“I thought so! From four years with you, sir, I’ve learned something.”
“Have you by any chance seen Toris?” Peter’s smile stiffened.
“Toris? Why?”
“I’m afraid you’re asking questions I won’t answer.”
“Sorry, sir. He’s in his room. He’s been there all week.” He scratched his neck with a little smile. “Poor thing, I think he’s a bit lonely when you’re in office.” His concerns made me smile. Though Peter had been one of my most trusted men in the army through time, and though his bloody hands had killed more men than I’ve witnessed dying, he was just an old emotional fool.
“I see. Well, I’m sure he’ll learn to amuse himself soon,” I said as a closing, as I walked past him to the stairs. I could hear Peter laugh helplessly, before yelling:
“Oh, he’s learned that already. He has got a phone after all.”
Re: Learning love - part 5
anonymous
April 11 2009, 04:25:55 UTC
Uh-oh. I have the feeling Lithuania is not going to be a very happy person when Russia finds him XD I love your writing style, and I can't wait to read more :)
Re: Learning love - part 5
anonymous
April 15 2009, 05:39:33 UTC
oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god times five thousand
Can I ask you something, though? Is the present-day Russia, the one telling the story, is he aware of how. . . well, "off" he was, back in the day?
This is probably one of the best Russia stories I've ever read. It's not an easy task writing in Ivan's POV, but I'm glad someone as skilled as you is doing it :)
Re: Learning love - part 5
anonymous
April 15 2009, 06:58:26 UTC
The present-day Russia is supposed to be looking back at his time with Lithuania, trying to explain his actions by refering to his personality, way of looking at life and the emotions that drove him to these extremes. He knows his actions wasn't acceptable, but rather than feel guilt he wants to point out the reasons why (though, being the person he is, I can't promise he won't lie and try to make himself look better xD")
To all commentors I'm so very glad you all enjoy the story <3 Really. I can't express how happy it makes me. I'll continue as soon as I've got a free minute on my hand. Hopefully, a few chapters will be up by the end of this week.
I don’t like it when people don’t follow the rules of a game.
I like chess a lot. Chess is simple in the way that everyone can understand what it’s about, but extremely complicated when you look at all the possibilities there’s in just one game. There’s hundreds of ways to form a strategy, and you never know whether your game will be ruining your nerves or be an easy win.
Chess is the way I look at life. If the players follow the rules, in the end the most intelligent one will win. Of course, back then I thought of that one as being me. Why shouldn’t I; I was - and is still today - the largest country when speaking size. I thought: “If I keep this up, soon the whole world will be called Soviet Union.”
Unfortunately, not everyone is happy about following rules. I won’t explain to you how many times Alfred has turned the table to make himself look like the winner, I’ll just mention it has happened. But one thing is having an unfair player far away from you - it’s a whole other thing when the unfairness goes on under your own roof.
Toris. The world calls him gentle and pleasing, but I can tell you this; his stubborn as hell and a pain in the ass if he wants to. Don’t let smiles fool you, for people like him it’s their best weapon.
Since our conversation in the living room about a week earlier, I hadn’t had the time to see him. My little sister was on the phone every day, and even when I unplugged it, letters from Cuba and Korea demanded my attention. As it had given me a constant headache, I decided I’ve earned a day off from work. I left the dusty office to stroll down the aisles, greeting and speaking to the persons I met.
“Braginski, sir! What a seldom sight!” Peter came towards me with arms white open and a smile dancing on his lips. I returned the smile, though with a little less teeth showing.
“Peter, my old friend. I should thank you for bringing coffee yesterday - it was just what I needed.”
“I thought so! From four years with you, sir, I’ve learned something.”
“Have you by any chance seen Toris?” Peter’s smile stiffened.
“Toris? Why?”
“I’m afraid you’re asking questions I won’t answer.”
“Sorry, sir. He’s in his room. He’s been there all week.” He scratched his neck with a little smile. “Poor thing, I think he’s a bit lonely when you’re in office.” His concerns made me smile. Though Peter had been one of my most trusted men in the army through time, and though his bloody hands had killed more men than I’ve witnessed dying, he was just an old emotional fool.
“I see. Well, I’m sure he’ll learn to amuse himself soon,” I said as a closing, as I walked past him to the stairs. I could hear Peter laugh helplessly, before yelling:
“Oh, he’s learned that already. He has got a phone after all.”
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I love your writing style, and I can't wait to read more :)
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Can I ask you something, though? Is the present-day Russia, the one telling the story, is he aware of how. . . well, "off" he was, back in the day?
This is probably one of the best Russia stories I've ever read. It's not an easy task writing in Ivan's POV, but I'm glad someone as skilled as you is doing it :)
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I'm so very glad you all enjoy the story <3 Really. I can't express how happy it makes me. I'll continue as soon as I've got a free minute on my hand. Hopefully, a few chapters will be up by the end of this week.
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