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Title: IDK YET
Author: romanitas
Characters: Latvia, Ukraine.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Latvia finds comfort in an unsuspecting place.
Notes: Birthday fic for my ADORABLE FRANDSON eats_typos! ♥
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Latvia stood, shaking. He didn’t want to cry, really he didn’t. But living in Russia’s house made it somewhat of a requirement (and near daily occurrence). He didn’t like to worry his brothers, so he always tried to disappear (as best one could in Russia’s house) and stay out of sight. They were all trying to get used to the new situation after all.
And that was how Latvia found himself in what he thought was a secluded area. He sat down and buried his face his in hands. Soon, his knees were damp, and he’d lost track of time.
Sniffing (and shaking-he didn’t know if anyone had snuck up on him since he’d been… distracted), he looked around, regaining his bearings.
“Nobody’s here,” he muttered. “G-good…”
His relief, however, was short lived. He heard footsteps, and they continued to get closer instead of sounding further away. Panicking, he curled into a tight ball, ducking back against the wall as much as he could. Muffling his sobs, he hoped to remind invisible, or at the very least, perhaps a part of the décor.
“Latvia?” asked a very distinctive woman’s voice.
He perked up, daring to peek out from behind his fingers. “U-Ukraine?” he whispered, as Russia’s sister stopped in mid-walk, looking down at the tiny nation huddled into himself.
“Latvia! It is you!” she smiled.
“H-hello Miss Ukraine,” he replied, revealing his face and offering a small smile. He hadn’t gotten to speak to her much since arriving at Russia’s house, but he knew who she was-she had a lot more leeway than most, and some of the higher officials were her own people. She’d been part of the Union since the beginning. Besides, it was impossible not to know who Ukraine was.
She dropped to her knees before him. “Is something wrong?”
“N-no!” he said quickly, but even he could tell through his voice that there was. He was bad at hiding that sort of thing.
“You do not have to say what it is, but is there anything I can do for you, Latvia?”
She said it with such concern and worry-it was similar to the way his brothers fussed over him, but at the same time, totally different. But he shook his head-what could she do? She couldn’t very well ask her own brother to let him free, and that was the only thing that really could help him feel better right now.
Her face fell; her hands fiddled in her lap. “Are you sure?” she asked, and Latvia felt like she really did want to help-but not Russia’s kind of help (if that could even be considered “help”).
He nodded again. “Th-thank you v-very much, Miss Ukraine, b-but I don’t think th-there’s anything y-you could do…”
She started wibbling, and Latvia started to panic-did he do something to upset her?! “P-please Miss Ukraine, d-don’t-”
But he was cut off when she leaned forward, pulling him close to her in a hug. He froze for a second-this was Russia’s sister. Russia’s. Sister. And she was hugging him. If Russia saw it, Latvia knew everything bad that had already happened would be like puppies and kittens after the new reaction.
She hugged him tightly, gently, and soon, Latvia found himself relaxing in her arms. It was strange-he felt himself calming down, felt himself stop shaking… felt even a little safe. His arms slowly crept forward, clinging to her sleeves-he knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it. She was warm and welcoming. It was… nice.
Latvia didn’t know how long he stayed like that, but he did feel a little bad-didn’t Ukraine have somewhere else to be? She didn’t have to sit here hugging him like this… he was used to crying alone. He had to admit though-even though he told her she couldn’t do anything to help him-
“Is Latvia… is Latvia all right?” she asked, pulling away to look at his now free of tears face.
He nodded. “Y-yes. Th-thank you, Miss Ukraine.”
“You are welcome!” she smiled, and it was contagious, because he found himself smiling back. “I am sorry I could not do anything for you…”
He shook his head in disagreement. “Y-you did plenty, Miss Ukraine. Th-thank you very m-much!”
“I-I do not see how I have, but I am glad!”
“Th-that’s okay!” he said, scrambling back and climbing to his feet. He held out his hand to help her rise to her own. “J-just know that y-you did!”
She took his hand with gratitude and stood. Nodding (with some tears in her eyes-but not the sad kind), she fussed over his clothes-straightening out his shirt and sleeves-before pulling back and folding her hands in front of her. “Please do not be afraid to speak with me if you need to, Latvia!”
Latvia smiled. “O-okay,” he said, and as she walked away (waving happily at him), he thought, Maybe I will.
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END
Sksdhfgfdg I hope you like it my darling Frandson ;w; ♥ AND IT'S NOT... TOO LATE... but it is your babby Latvia, just for yooooou! ♥
Pointless fluff with Latvia and Ukraine. idk but motherly Ukraine is where it's at.
also this probably takes place sometime after WWII but nothing really specific. Just probs late 1940s.
Author: romanitas
Characters: Latvia, Ukraine.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Latvia finds comfort in an unsuspecting place.
Notes: Birthday fic for my ADORABLE FRANDSON eats_typos! ♥
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Latvia stood, shaking. He didn’t want to cry, really he didn’t. But living in Russia’s house made it somewhat of a requirement (and near daily occurrence). He didn’t like to worry his brothers, so he always tried to disappear (as best one could in Russia’s house) and stay out of sight. They were all trying to get used to the new situation after all.
And that was how Latvia found himself in what he thought was a secluded area. He sat down and buried his face his in hands. Soon, his knees were damp, and he’d lost track of time.
Sniffing (and shaking-he didn’t know if anyone had snuck up on him since he’d been… distracted), he looked around, regaining his bearings.
“Nobody’s here,” he muttered. “G-good…”
His relief, however, was short lived. He heard footsteps, and they continued to get closer instead of sounding further away. Panicking, he curled into a tight ball, ducking back against the wall as much as he could. Muffling his sobs, he hoped to remind invisible, or at the very least, perhaps a part of the décor.
“Latvia?” asked a very distinctive woman’s voice.
He perked up, daring to peek out from behind his fingers. “U-Ukraine?” he whispered, as Russia’s sister stopped in mid-walk, looking down at the tiny nation huddled into himself.
“Latvia! It is you!” she smiled.
“H-hello Miss Ukraine,” he replied, revealing his face and offering a small smile. He hadn’t gotten to speak to her much since arriving at Russia’s house, but he knew who she was-she had a lot more leeway than most, and some of the higher officials were her own people. She’d been part of the Union since the beginning. Besides, it was impossible not to know who Ukraine was.
She dropped to her knees before him. “Is something wrong?”
“N-no!” he said quickly, but even he could tell through his voice that there was. He was bad at hiding that sort of thing.
“You do not have to say what it is, but is there anything I can do for you, Latvia?”
She said it with such concern and worry-it was similar to the way his brothers fussed over him, but at the same time, totally different. But he shook his head-what could she do? She couldn’t very well ask her own brother to let him free, and that was the only thing that really could help him feel better right now.
Her face fell; her hands fiddled in her lap. “Are you sure?” she asked, and Latvia felt like she really did want to help-but not Russia’s kind of help (if that could even be considered “help”).
He nodded again. “Th-thank you v-very much, Miss Ukraine, b-but I don’t think th-there’s anything y-you could do…”
She started wibbling, and Latvia started to panic-did he do something to upset her?! “P-please Miss Ukraine, d-don’t-”
But he was cut off when she leaned forward, pulling him close to her in a hug. He froze for a second-this was Russia’s sister. Russia’s. Sister. And she was hugging him. If Russia saw it, Latvia knew everything bad that had already happened would be like puppies and kittens after the new reaction.
She hugged him tightly, gently, and soon, Latvia found himself relaxing in her arms. It was strange-he felt himself calming down, felt himself stop shaking… felt even a little safe. His arms slowly crept forward, clinging to her sleeves-he knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it. She was warm and welcoming. It was… nice.
Latvia didn’t know how long he stayed like that, but he did feel a little bad-didn’t Ukraine have somewhere else to be? She didn’t have to sit here hugging him like this… he was used to crying alone. He had to admit though-even though he told her she couldn’t do anything to help him-
“Is Latvia… is Latvia all right?” she asked, pulling away to look at his now free of tears face.
He nodded. “Y-yes. Th-thank you, Miss Ukraine.”
“You are welcome!” she smiled, and it was contagious, because he found himself smiling back. “I am sorry I could not do anything for you…”
He shook his head in disagreement. “Y-you did plenty, Miss Ukraine. Th-thank you very m-much!”
“I-I do not see how I have, but I am glad!”
“Th-that’s okay!” he said, scrambling back and climbing to his feet. He held out his hand to help her rise to her own. “J-just know that y-you did!”
She took his hand with gratitude and stood. Nodding (with some tears in her eyes-but not the sad kind), she fussed over his clothes-straightening out his shirt and sleeves-before pulling back and folding her hands in front of her. “Please do not be afraid to speak with me if you need to, Latvia!”
Latvia smiled. “O-okay,” he said, and as she walked away (waving happily at him), he thought, Maybe I will.
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END
Sksdhfgfdg I hope you like it my darling Frandson ;w; ♥ AND IT'S NOT... TOO LATE... but it is your babby Latvia, just for yooooou! ♥
Pointless fluff with Latvia and Ukraine. idk but motherly Ukraine is where it's at.
also this probably takes place sometime after WWII but nothing really specific. Just probs late 1940s.