[open to East Wing] Abandoning the East

[regnummaria]

WHO: Hungary (regnummaria) Occupants of the East Wing (Latvia, Poland, Russia, etc..)
WHAT: Hungary, after making a request to Huan, is moving out of the East Wing and into the West Wing to prevent anymore problems with Russia.
WHEN: 6th of April, 1946
WHERE: East Wing

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[baidos]

She was leaving? His smile faltered a little, listening to her words, a part of him kind of happy that she was going to be away from Russia, but another part jealous and saddened by this fact. She was kind to him, like everyone seemed to be, no matter how much he didn't deserve it, and losing a kind person is always a bit sad. He gave a small nod, looking up at her attentively as she spoke, his stomach sinking a little. Latvia needed to think positively. She was offering him an escape if anything bad happened. She was turning herself into a sanctuary for him, a place where he could be safe and at home.

Tears stung his eyes, but he tried to be brave. He smiled a bit more genuinely, "That's not too far away... I-I think I'll take up your offer, if it comes to that." He knew it would come to that, though. Even with Russia being under constant surveillance by the staff here, that didn't necessarily mean that that crazed country would stop being who and what he was: a crazed country. He doubted spending time in an insane asylum like this would even help that man; there simply was no help for Russia.

"I'm glad you get to be free from R-Russia, even if it's just a little bit a distance," he said, drawing a hand up to rub at his tired eyes, a bit of wetness absorbing into his skin. "Maybe... m-maybe I can ask my doctor to move me, too? Then... you wouldn't have to worry about me... Maybe we can get everyone away... maybe..."

[regnummaria]

"I'd love to do that...I've tried speaking to Huan about having you moved as well, but he says measures are already being taken to protect you. I don't know if he would reconsider."

Hungary didn't want to trod all over the boys hopes however so she quickly added, "But I'm sure if I spoke to him again he would see reason!"

She didn't want to mention Huan's offer to move Russia out of the East Wing entirely. She had reasons to hate him, but others had more and she wasn't certain throwing him into the cold North Wing would make him worse or better. As long as they could keep out of his arms reach then Hungary felt safe.

"I want to talk to Poland as well about it..." Hungary cast a cautious gaze over her shoulder to Russia's door as she spoke. She wasn't out of trouble yet, so far the Slav didn't know of her new arrangements, but she had a funny feeling he would not accept them very readily.

Her eyes turned back to Latvia and she noticed the way his eyes were quivering now with the moisture that was building up behind them. Hungary quietly took her handkerchief out of her pocket and offered it to him, "I'll visit here every chance I get...maybe we could meet in the music room every other day or so. Or I can make you lunch! How does that sound?" her tone changed to a soothing one as she gently let her fingers groom through his hair, settling it like a fussing mother would over her son.

[baidos]

She was trying so hard and he could tell. Her words were encouraging, but Latvia still felt somewhat like he was being abandoned; it wasn't a very good feeling, either. However, he knew now that if one of them could be moved, then maybe he and the others could be as well, and that was hope enough for anyone here, especially poor, little Latvia.

The handkerchief given to him was beautiful and soft, and he took it, wringing it in his hands a little before soaking up the wetness at the corners of his eyes. As he pulled the material away, he could smell the saltiness of it, staining the cloth with fear and sadness. If Hungary could get away, then he could, too. It would be a first step towards breaking away from the horrible union that he had been brutally forced into. Small steps were always necessary before going into a full gallop.

Soothing hands combed through his tussled hair, wavy locks shifting in and out of place. He shut his eyes a moment, taking in the small pleasure of fingers through his hair, calming him down. The image of Hungary, her smile and beautiful figure, slowly morphed into that of the mother he had been given. His eyes snapped open, but he tried to not show the terror he was secretly feeling. "I-I think I'd like that," he forced another smile, "Maybe... we could have lunch in the music room? We could listen to music while we eat..." He liked the idea, at least, and it would give him an excuse to practice the instrument he was given in front of another person.