Starry Night [14]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:15:26 UTC
They repeated the song over and over as they danced and soon their steps were disordered and their singing punctuated by laughter. Faster, faster, until finally dizziness caused them to collapse in the snow, breathless and giggling. Somehow the cold didn’t touch them, or perhaps it did, but they didn’t care.
Estonia certainly didn’t care. Somehow, he couldn’t stop laughing; it overwhelmed him so much that tears beaded on his eyelashes, freezing in the cool air. When he looked at Poland, who was grinning as widely as a cat who had got into the cream, Estonia found himself overcome with another fit of giggling.
“Hah! That’s what I wanted to see,” Poland said, smirking with triumph. “Oh my god, seriously, you need to laugh more often.”
“Oh, stop it,” Estonia replied, whacking him playfully on the shoulder.
“No, like, I’m totally serious!” Shifting close, Poland murmured by Estonia’s ear, “You know, you look so hot when you’re laughing.”
A deep blush instantly spread over Estonia’s cheeks. “Really?” he sputtered, staring at him.
“Oh my god, like, totally. You have no idea.” Poland stared back at him, straight-faced and perfectly serious.
It was at that point that Estonia became acutely aware of cool fingers at his neck, then a cold, wet sensation down his back. “Augh!” He squawked and jumped up, hopping about in desperate effort to shake the snow out of his shirt. Poland, meanwhile, was once again breathless with laughter.
“Oh my god, your expression!” Poland wiped a tear from his eyes, grinning widely. “Totally priceless - seriously, that was like, the best ever. Wish I could get a picture!”
“Really,” Estonia replied dryly as he adjusted his clothing. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Tsk, you’re no fun.” Poland sighed, then stood and brushed the snow off his pants, still smiling. “But I guess I knew that already.”
“You’re wrong about that,” Estonia said as he bent and scooped up a handful of snow. “I can be plenty of fun, when I want to be.” As Poland watched, he formed it into a ball. Their eyes locked.
Poland stared at him. “Oh no,” he said. “No way. You totally wouldn’t.”
“I totally would.” Estonia smirked. “You’d better start running!”
That night in the park their laughter chimed away the hours. If a passer-by had looked, he would have seen two young men chasing each other about, flinging snowballs, giggling like children. In the earliest moments of the morning, their hearts were at peace.
Estonia certainly didn’t care. Somehow, he couldn’t stop laughing; it overwhelmed him so much that tears beaded on his eyelashes, freezing in the cool air. When he looked at Poland, who was grinning as widely as a cat who had got into the cream, Estonia found himself overcome with another fit of giggling.
“Hah! That’s what I wanted to see,” Poland said, smirking with triumph. “Oh my god, seriously, you need to laugh more often.”
“Oh, stop it,” Estonia replied, whacking him playfully on the shoulder.
“No, like, I’m totally serious!” Shifting close, Poland murmured by Estonia’s ear, “You know, you look so hot when you’re laughing.”
A deep blush instantly spread over Estonia’s cheeks. “Really?” he sputtered, staring at him.
“Oh my god, like, totally. You have no idea.” Poland stared back at him, straight-faced and perfectly serious.
It was at that point that Estonia became acutely aware of cool fingers at his neck, then a cold, wet sensation down his back. “Augh!” He squawked and jumped up, hopping about in desperate effort to shake the snow out of his shirt. Poland, meanwhile, was once again breathless with laughter.
“Oh my god, your expression!” Poland wiped a tear from his eyes, grinning widely. “Totally priceless - seriously, that was like, the best ever. Wish I could get a picture!”
“Really,” Estonia replied dryly as he adjusted his clothing. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Tsk, you’re no fun.” Poland sighed, then stood and brushed the snow off his pants, still smiling. “But I guess I knew that already.”
“You’re wrong about that,” Estonia said as he bent and scooped up a handful of snow. “I can be plenty of fun, when I want to be.” As Poland watched, he formed it into a ball. Their eyes locked.
Poland stared at him. “Oh no,” he said. “No way. You totally wouldn’t.”
“I totally would.” Estonia smirked. “You’d better start running!”
That night in the park their laughter chimed away the hours. If a passer-by had looked, he would have seen two young men chasing each other about, flinging snowballs, giggling like children. In the earliest moments of the morning, their hearts were at peace.
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