This anon apologizes if this isn’t angsty enough (she mainly writes wtf!humor) and also asks that you forgive her for the reference to Tajikistan, who is currently trying to build better relations with Latvia. She also notes that the link OP provided didn’t work, but that she referenced several other articles while writing this fic.
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It was a struggle just to find the strength to get up in the mornings anymore. He was always so tired, so weary... and day-by-day he felt worse. He dutifully accepted the help he’d been receiving and was grateful to Sweden and Poland who were calling for more aid on his behalf... and he was trying so hard, so hard to make sure he would get that help... He was eating less now, staying home, limiting what he bought and even still, he could feel the deterioration, the chronic pain, fear, and suffering that was starting to wash over and weigh on his people.
And today... yet another conference on the financial crisis...
Latvia sighed and rubbed tiredly at his bloodshot eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping well with the constant gnawing worry about his health... They said they wanted to help and Latvia knew that was true, but... he wondered if they understood how much it hurt to meet their demands or the loss - the growing, empty hole in his heart - as more and more of his people simply gave up on him.
Latvia struggled to his feet and forced his weary limbs to change into his carefully ironed clothes, brush his hair, his teeth, his face... The least he could do was look as presentable as possible, despite the exhaustion that was clearly evident in his whole demeanor.
He carefully adjusted the satchel containing his numerous briefs and classified business documents on his shoulder and took a deep, steadying breath. No matter how internally painful achieving aid may become, he supposed... as long as he didn’t become contagious, as long as he didn’t hurt his neighbors (“Lithuania... Estonia...”), o-or cause anyone else to suffer... he would be able to pull through.
He opened his door and stepped cautiously into the hall. There were several small groups of nations all heatedly whispering back and forth, all of them gradually making their way to the main conference room. Latvia slowly weaved through them, trying to remain as unobtrusive as possible. A few Central Asian nations caught his eye and nodded, Tajikistan even sending a saucy wink that caused Latvia to turn a faint pink and hurry on.
Finally, upon reaching the conference room he quickly slumped into a vacant seat, removing the satchel that had become heavier step by step, and let it fall gracelessly beside him. He tugged self-consciously on his sleeve hems and hoped he wasn’t too noticeable sitting all alone, one of the very few already at the table.
He blinked tiredly. It shouldn’t have, but the short walk had already zapped him of most of his energy and he struggled to stifle a yawn in his hands. Glancing around blearily, he hauled his satchel onto the table, folding his arms on top of the bag, and wearily laid his head down.
“O-Only for a few minutes...” Latvia told himself as his eyes fluttered closed. It wasn’t much, but it was all he could afford.
Sickness in the East [2/3]
anonymous
June 17 2009, 01:58:26 UTC
He awoke to the feel of a slim, feminine hand giving his shoulder a hard shake.
“Wake up!” a voice hissed in his ear.
Latvia clenched his eyes shut and then slowly peered up into the cold face of Belarus. His blood froze and squeaked faintly, pushing away from her. His chair rocked back several inches, and all at once he was shivering violently, the trembling worsening when he heard the softly stifled laughter from his other side.
He turned to come face to face with Russia’s other sister, Ukraine. She gave him a small smile that, while he still held himself rigidly, led him to relax slightly.
“The meeting will be starting soon,” she told him gently, but Latvia noticed the redness around her eyes undoubtedly from recent tears. A quick glance at Belarus indicated that, while she presented a face of stoic calmness, clearly showed the same signs of deep weariness.
Latvia looked away, hugging his arms, and stared worriedly at his bag, still on the table.
“I’m... I’m sorry,” he whispered. Sorry for needing them to wake him up, sorry for failing to take care of himself and keep up his strength, sorry for everything...
But Belarus’ hand was still on his shoulder and he felt her fingernails dig sharply into his skin through his dress shirt.
“It’s alright...” she frowned, and though he didn’t see, her eyes softened minutely.
“We’re all...,” Ukraine added, fussing to straighten his hair and causing him to blush heavily, “...going through a hard time...” She tried to smile again, but Latvia could see the gleam of newly unshed tears in her eyes.
His heart sank as he remembered exactly how hard things had been for her recently... especially with Russia demanding that she pay her gas bills when she so obviously couldn’t... and Belarus... he wasn’t so sure how things were going for her, but doubtlessly she had her own troubles...
Sickness in the East [3/3]
anonymous
June 17 2009, 02:03:13 UTC
A flutter of activity at the head of the table caught his eye. America, France, and England were bunched together arguing. Germany approached holding a large set of charts...
The meeting would be starting soon.
Ukraine followed his gaze, her eyes settling on Germany’s somber face.
“We should warn him, you know,” she said, leaning down to whisper softly for only him and Belarus to hear. “They can’t just.. ignore us...”
“And our sickness...” was what went unsaid. They were fast becoming the weakest states of Europe... and its most contagious.
Latvia knew they weren’t the only nations suffering or feeling fatigued, but... if the rest of Europe didn’t help... and their pain increased... He felt a chill down his spine and shivered at the cold thought of lonely suffering.
But there was warmth where Ukraine hovered uneasily by his shoulder and her worried frown showed the same unspoken fears of being abandoned by the world.
“Even... Even if they do... leave us... or. Or even if things get... worse...,” Latvia started and paused, unsure of where he was going, but looking up, finally, to meet Ukraine’s kind eyes, he knew.
Ukraine wasn’t Russia, he told himself. Ukraine wasn’t Russia. Ukraine was very close to Russia, but she wasn’t him.
“...I’ll be your friend.”
“I’ll help you. If they won’t help us like we need them to help us... we’ll help each other.”
Ukraine was surprised by his sudden shy sincerity, but she ruffled his hair to see him turn pink. And even though when she smiled a few tears escaped, she felt her heart was lighter.
Belarus sighed on his other side and Latvia cringed having forgotten she was there.
“It’s always better to have power in numbers.”
Latvia blinked in surprise and twisted to look at her, but she didn’t meet his eyes.
“I thought... but... Russia...”
Belarus set her chin defiantly. No one mentioned how her clasped hands trembled.
“He still helps me,” she confessed, “...but I don’t need to rely on him. I’ve waited long enough; I shouldn’t have to whine and beg...” She crossed her arms and looked away harshly.
Ukraine smiled warmly at her sister, even though she wouldn’t see. “Dear Russia... is still our brother, but he gets some things wrong.” She shook her head sadly. He had even hinted recently that he expected her to move back in with him. She loved her brother, but she was her own country now and she was struggling to take care of herself on her own. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but...
“We’ll pull through,” Latvia whispered, his gaze burning a hole into the tabletop’s woodwork. “...Somehow...”
“Somehow...” Ukraine echoed, smiling faintly and wiping at her tears.
“Somehow...” Belarus muttered, holding back her own.
Despite their current pain, despite all their worries, despite the doubtless suffering that would come before they would even start to feel better... somehow, they would pull through.
OP HAS COME BACK FROM THE DEAD.
anonymous
June 20 2009, 07:07:31 UTC
OP apologizes for the link DDD: And also apologizes for not commenting on this earlier u___u'' ----------------
BUT OP IS SERIOUSLY HAPPY THAT SOMEONE FILLED THIS <3 ILY, WRITER!ANON ;______; OP IS SO HAPPY THAT WRITER!ANON PUT SO MUCH EFFORT INTO THIS <333 THIS IS JUST - /insert happy flailing of hands
Description: Latvia + Ukraine + Belarus; financial angst
This anon apologizes if this isn’t angsty enough (she mainly writes wtf!humor) and also asks that you forgive her for the reference to Tajikistan, who is currently trying to build better relations with Latvia. She also notes that the link OP provided didn’t work, but that she referenced several other articles while writing this fic.
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It was a struggle just to find the strength to get up in the mornings anymore. He was always so tired, so weary... and day-by-day he felt worse. He dutifully accepted the help he’d been receiving and was grateful to Sweden and Poland who were calling for more aid on his behalf... and he was trying so hard, so hard to make sure he would get that help... He was eating less now, staying home, limiting what he bought and even still, he could feel the deterioration, the chronic pain, fear, and suffering that was starting to wash over and weigh on his people.
And today... yet another conference on the financial crisis...
Latvia sighed and rubbed tiredly at his bloodshot eyes. He hadn’t been sleeping well with the constant gnawing worry about his health... They said they wanted to help and Latvia knew that was true, but... he wondered if they understood how much it hurt to meet their demands or the loss - the growing, empty hole in his heart - as more and more of his people simply gave up on him.
Latvia struggled to his feet and forced his weary limbs to change into his carefully ironed clothes, brush his hair, his teeth, his face... The least he could do was look as presentable as possible, despite the exhaustion that was clearly evident in his whole demeanor.
He carefully adjusted the satchel containing his numerous briefs and classified business documents on his shoulder and took a deep, steadying breath. No matter how internally painful achieving aid may become, he supposed... as long as he didn’t become contagious, as long as he didn’t hurt his neighbors (“Lithuania... Estonia...”), o-or cause anyone else to suffer... he would be able to pull through.
He opened his door and stepped cautiously into the hall. There were several small groups of nations all heatedly whispering back and forth, all of them gradually making their way to the main conference room. Latvia slowly weaved through them, trying to remain as unobtrusive as possible. A few Central Asian nations caught his eye and nodded, Tajikistan even sending a saucy wink that caused Latvia to turn a faint pink and hurry on.
Finally, upon reaching the conference room he quickly slumped into a vacant seat, removing the satchel that had become heavier step by step, and let it fall gracelessly beside him. He tugged self-consciously on his sleeve hems and hoped he wasn’t too noticeable sitting all alone, one of the very few already at the table.
He blinked tiredly. It shouldn’t have, but the short walk had already zapped him of most of his energy and he struggled to stifle a yawn in his hands. Glancing around blearily, he hauled his satchel onto the table, folding his arms on top of the bag, and wearily laid his head down.
“O-Only for a few minutes...” Latvia told himself as his eyes fluttered closed. It wasn’t much, but it was all he could afford.
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“Wake up!” a voice hissed in his ear.
Latvia clenched his eyes shut and then slowly peered up into the cold face of Belarus. His blood froze and squeaked faintly, pushing away from her. His chair rocked back several inches, and all at once he was shivering violently, the trembling worsening when he heard the softly stifled laughter from his other side.
He turned to come face to face with Russia’s other sister, Ukraine. She gave him a small smile that, while he still held himself rigidly, led him to relax slightly.
“The meeting will be starting soon,” she told him gently, but Latvia noticed the redness around her eyes undoubtedly from recent tears. A quick glance at Belarus indicated that, while she presented a face of stoic calmness, clearly showed the same signs of deep weariness.
Latvia looked away, hugging his arms, and stared worriedly at his bag, still on the table.
“I’m... I’m sorry,” he whispered. Sorry for needing them to wake him up, sorry for failing to take care of himself and keep up his strength, sorry for everything...
But Belarus’ hand was still on his shoulder and he felt her fingernails dig sharply into his skin through his dress shirt.
“It’s alright...” she frowned, and though he didn’t see, her eyes softened minutely.
“We’re all...,” Ukraine added, fussing to straighten his hair and causing him to blush heavily, “...going through a hard time...” She tried to smile again, but Latvia could see the gleam of newly unshed tears in her eyes.
His heart sank as he remembered exactly how hard things had been for her recently... especially with Russia demanding that she pay her gas bills when she so obviously couldn’t... and Belarus... he wasn’t so sure how things were going for her, but doubtlessly she had her own troubles...
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The meeting would be starting soon.
Ukraine followed his gaze, her eyes settling on Germany’s somber face.
“We should warn him, you know,” she said, leaning down to whisper softly for only him and Belarus to hear. “They can’t just.. ignore us...”
“And our sickness...” was what went unsaid. They were fast becoming the weakest states of Europe... and its most contagious.
Latvia knew they weren’t the only nations suffering or feeling fatigued, but... if the rest of Europe didn’t help... and their pain increased... He felt a chill down his spine and shivered at the cold thought of lonely suffering.
But there was warmth where Ukraine hovered uneasily by his shoulder and her worried frown showed the same unspoken fears of being abandoned by the world.
“Even... Even if they do... leave us... or. Or even if things get... worse...,” Latvia started and paused, unsure of where he was going, but looking up, finally, to meet Ukraine’s kind eyes, he knew.
Ukraine wasn’t Russia, he told himself. Ukraine wasn’t Russia. Ukraine was very close to Russia, but she wasn’t him.
“...I’ll be your friend.”
“I’ll help you. If they won’t help us like we need them to help us... we’ll help each other.”
Ukraine was surprised by his sudden shy sincerity, but she ruffled his hair to see him turn pink. And even though when she smiled a few tears escaped, she felt her heart was lighter.
Belarus sighed on his other side and Latvia cringed having forgotten she was there.
“It’s always better to have power in numbers.”
Latvia blinked in surprise and twisted to look at her, but she didn’t meet his eyes.
“I thought... but... Russia...”
Belarus set her chin defiantly. No one mentioned how her clasped hands trembled.
“He still helps me,” she confessed, “...but I don’t need to rely on him. I’ve waited long enough; I shouldn’t have to whine and beg...” She crossed her arms and looked away harshly.
Ukraine smiled warmly at her sister, even though she wouldn’t see. “Dear Russia... is still our brother, but he gets some things wrong.” She shook her head sadly. He had even hinted recently that he expected her to move back in with him. She loved her brother, but she was her own country now and she was struggling to take care of herself on her own. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but...
“We’ll pull through,” Latvia whispered, his gaze burning a hole into the tabletop’s woodwork. “...Somehow...”
“Somehow...” Ukraine echoed, smiling faintly and wiping at her tears.
“Somehow...” Belarus muttered, holding back her own.
Despite their current pain, despite all their worries, despite the doubtless suffering that would come before they would even start to feel better... somehow, they would pull through.
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And also apologizes for not commenting on this earlier u___u''
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BUT OP IS SERIOUSLY HAPPY THAT SOMEONE FILLED THIS <3
ILY, WRITER!ANON ;______;
OP IS SO HAPPY THAT WRITER!ANON PUT SO MUCH EFFORT INTO THIS <333
THIS IS JUST - /insert happy flailing of hands
Thank you so, so, so, much, Anon ;__________;
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I'm so happy you liked it! It's really fascinating what's going on over there with their economies; I couldn't pass it up!
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