Starry Night [2]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:07:58 UTC
It was the afternoon of the eighteenth of February. Days ago he had been at his brother’s house, celebrating Lithuania’s thousandth birthday. There had been light and laughter and drinks all around, so many kind words given and embraces exchanged. Though Estonia engaged in the revels with the rest of them, his mind had not been as concentrated on his brother’s happiness as it should have been. The night before the celebrations had been strange, almost surreal, and while he laughed and drank with family and friends his thoughts kept drifting back to it, and he had difficulty believing the entire thing had happened at all. Yet thought he questioned it, there was no question that the exchange in the night’s small hours had taken place. When Estonia raised his glass to toast his brother, his eyes locked with Poland’s across the table, and he stumbled over his words before managing a graceful recovery.
Poland. It was strange how they had become so familiar so quickly, to the point that it seemed an unreality. Their contact after the celebration was minimal, as they found little time to see each other alone. They acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and it was only on the morning of Poland’s departure that for a brief, fleeting period the dream-like feeling was experienced a second time. Restless, Estonia had risen before the sun and shuffled out of his room. A glow under Poland’s door showed that he too was awake. He found him fully-dressed and packing to leave.
“So soon?” he asked sleepily.
“Yeah. But like, don’t worry.” Poland looked up and offered him a sunny smile. “You’ll be seeing me soon. Wednesday night.”
They exchanged kisses in the dim light. All too soon Poland was gone again, and Estonia was left feeling as though he had been dreaming. Even when he received the e-mail indicating the time Poland would be arriving in Tallinn, the entire situation seemed completely impossible.
However, in the arrivals area at the Tallinn airport, reality hit Estonia like a brick - or maybe that was just Poland.
“Oof!”
“Estonia! Oh my god I’m totally happy to see you! Like it’s been - well, only been like two days or something, but whatever, I’ve been so busy, oh my god, and it feels like it’s been a month or something and- hey, are you all right?” Poland paused in his babbling to look up at Estonia, raising an eyebrow.
“What? Oh!” Poland released him and shoved his hands in his pockets, cheeks flaring red. “Sorry. I just. Uh. I’m like, really really happy to see you.”
“And I’m happy to see you. I’ve missed you.” The words slipped out before he had a chance to restrain them, and though he looked away upon speaking them, somehow he didn’t mind. It was the truth. Though it had only been a short time, he had missed him. What a strange feeling.
Poland. It was strange how they had become so familiar so quickly, to the point that it seemed an unreality. Their contact after the celebration was minimal, as they found little time to see each other alone. They acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and it was only on the morning of Poland’s departure that for a brief, fleeting period the dream-like feeling was experienced a second time. Restless, Estonia had risen before the sun and shuffled out of his room. A glow under Poland’s door showed that he too was awake. He found him fully-dressed and packing to leave.
“So soon?” he asked sleepily.
“Yeah. But like, don’t worry.” Poland looked up and offered him a sunny smile. “You’ll be seeing me soon. Wednesday night.”
They exchanged kisses in the dim light. All too soon Poland was gone again, and Estonia was left feeling as though he had been dreaming. Even when he received the e-mail indicating the time Poland would be arriving in Tallinn, the entire situation seemed completely impossible.
However, in the arrivals area at the Tallinn airport, reality hit Estonia like a brick - or maybe that was just Poland.
“Oof!”
“Estonia! Oh my god I’m totally happy to see you! Like it’s been - well, only been like two days or something, but whatever, I’ve been so busy, oh my god, and it feels like it’s been a month or something and- hey, are you all right?” Poland paused in his babbling to look up at Estonia, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he wheezed. “It’s just, you’re squeezing me.”
“What? Oh!” Poland released him and shoved his hands in his pockets, cheeks flaring red. “Sorry. I just. Uh. I’m like, really really happy to see you.”
“And I’m happy to see you. I’ve missed you.” The words slipped out before he had a chance to restrain them, and though he looked away upon speaking them, somehow he didn’t mind. It was the truth. Though it had only been a short time, he had missed him. What a strange feeling.
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