My Tetis < your Papa Part 4
anonymous
April 27 2009, 18:04:17 UTC
Ahhh thank you so much for the comments that keeps me writing =3 ----
They tried to get into the house. Shouting didn't work, neither Latvia's shaking little voice nor Russia's demanding, much too calm words had worked, and while the smaller nation wandered around the house to find another way in Russia decided to take a direct approach. Poland's door was not much more than a formality if the larger nation really wanted to enter. And at the moment, that was one of the things he wanted most - even that damn economic crisis did not matter right now.
After both nations had disappeared into the house, it took only a few minutes until one could see a little boy peek out from the bushes near the entry. Curious purple eyes scanned the yard and then he stood up to walk towards the door. Just that he stopped in his tracks when he heard a voice he knew.
“What are you doing here?”
The young not-quite nation whirled around, finding himself nearly face to face with a fuming, very calm, long haired, female little nation that looked so much like him, and he instinctively took a step back. He knew that glint in her eyes, he had seen it before. It seemed to be quite common in his own family... But he had never seen a stranger wearing it.
“I asked you something.”
“I wanted to see you again.” He smiled brightly. “Papa said he would want to see your fathers and greet you welcome.”
“He- what?” The glint vanished, she looked a bit nervous now... Much more like he remembered her father and his brothers. “Why?”
“He is confused.” One hand came up to grab her wrist and only tightened when she tried to pull away. “And he wants to see you. Come.”
“No! Get your hands of-” She hissed when he, without really noticing it himself, twisted her wrist a little too much while dragging her towards the door. “I don't want to!”
“But you have to.” Russia wanted to see her. Of course she had to. Because she had been told to. Right?
“No I don't have to, Komi, I don't-”
“He is not happy. You and your father have to-” He was cut short when the girl suddenly threw herself forward, the free hand grabbing his collar and Pushing him down with her weight. He did not let go of her wrist while they were falling so she had to follow him all the way down, but she did not seem as if it would have bothered her, nor the hand that came up to grab her hair and pull- Which she stopped effectively when one delicate hand came down to apply light pressure at his windpipe. He stared up, right into her eyes, purple eyes to purple eyes, and could do nothing but stare at what he found. That glint was back, much, much stronger than before. “Don't. Touch. My. Family.”
Even the tone... How had a timid and so very enduring and silently suffering nation been able to have a child that was this much like his papa? Maybe it was the other parent... But not really. This ... possessive craziness...
He jerked one hand upwards, a fist finding her stomach. The sheer brutal force of the hit lifted her middle a bit, but she didn't let go, just started to actually strangle him. “Neither you nor him.” And he realized that she had just spoken Russian, a very cold, very hateful, but flawless Russian.
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They tried to get into the house. Shouting didn't work, neither Latvia's shaking little voice nor Russia's demanding, much too calm words had worked, and while the smaller nation wandered around the house to find another way in Russia decided to take a direct approach. Poland's door was not much more than a formality if the larger nation really wanted to enter. And at the moment, that was one of the things he wanted most - even that damn economic crisis did not matter right now.
After both nations had disappeared into the house, it took only a few minutes until one could see a little boy peek out from the bushes near the entry. Curious purple eyes scanned the yard and then he stood up to walk towards the door. Just that he stopped in his tracks when he heard a voice he knew.
“What are you doing here?”
The young not-quite nation whirled around, finding himself nearly face to face with a fuming, very calm, long haired, female little nation that looked so much like him, and he instinctively took a step back. He knew that glint in her eyes, he had seen it before. It seemed to be quite common in his own family... But he had never seen a stranger wearing it.
“I asked you something.”
“I wanted to see you again.” He smiled brightly. “Papa said he would want to see your fathers and greet you welcome.”
“He- what?” The glint vanished, she looked a bit nervous now... Much more like he remembered her father and his brothers. “Why?”
“He is confused.” One hand came up to grab her wrist and only tightened when she tried to pull away. “And he wants to see you. Come.”
“No! Get your hands of-” She hissed when he, without really noticing it himself, twisted her wrist a little too much while dragging her towards the door. “I don't want to!”
“But you have to.” Russia wanted to see her. Of course she had to. Because she had been told to. Right?
“No I don't have to, Komi, I don't-”
“He is not happy. You and your father have to-” He was cut short when the girl suddenly threw herself forward, the free hand grabbing his collar and Pushing him down with her weight. He did not let go of her wrist while they were falling so she had to follow him all the way down, but she did not seem as if it would have bothered her, nor the hand that came up to grab her hair and pull-
Which she stopped effectively when one delicate hand came down to apply light pressure at his windpipe. He stared up, right into her eyes, purple eyes to purple eyes, and could do nothing but stare at what he found. That glint was back, much, much stronger than before. “Don't. Touch. My. Family.”
Even the tone... How had a timid and so very enduring and silently suffering nation been able to have a child that was this much like his papa? Maybe it was the other parent... But not really. This ... possessive craziness...
He jerked one hand upwards, a fist finding her stomach. The sheer brutal force of the hit lifted her middle a bit, but she didn't let go, just started to actually strangle him. “Neither you nor him.” And he realized that she had just spoken Russian, a very cold, very hateful, but flawless Russian.
Why Russian?
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I think it would have a greater impact if you wrote the text that was in Russian in Russian.
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