After everyone leaves his house, Russia goes into such an emotional shock that he doesn't come to the world meetings. China, in spite of being wary of Russia after the Sino-Soviet split, decides to go and check on him and finds that he's in no state to take care of himself.
So he stays with Russia, helping him regain some semblance of emotional stability and reassuring him that he's not completely alone and that not everyone hates him. And along the way, they begin to repair their relationship too.
No Russia abusing China, please; just China taking care of Russia. In possibly more ways than one, if you know what I mean.
In the Unnoticed Hours [2/?]
anonymous
February 7 2010, 15:13:57 UTC
Or, as China draws near to Russia’s apartment, maybe not. Considering that this ‘short visit’ of his was not actually endorsed by China’s government. Or really even known by his government. And how had he managed to convince himself to do this again
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In the Unnoticed Hours [3/?]
anonymous
February 7 2010, 15:17:58 UTC
Russia slumps slightly. Or rather than slumping, he seems to fold a little more into himself. China looks at him in silence again and then says, because he doesn’t know what else to say, “Russia, I came to check on you
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OP is happy like you wouldn't *believe*
anonymous
February 8 2010, 09:53:51 UTC
Oh, anon. This was exactly what I wanted. You captured China's conflicting emotions so perfectly and Russia's fragile state of mind so expertly. I can't wait to read the rest of this fill, because this has all the makings of a great Russia/China fill.
In the Unnoticed Hours [4/?]
anonymous
March 6 2010, 12:34:30 UTC
“…China?” he murmurs, voice low and stiff with rust.
China’s eyes flick up at him again. “Yes?”
It... really sounds a lot like China as well. But it is not China, because China cannot be here, because Russia is meant to be mad at China.
And China is meant to be mad at Russia. The corners of Russia’s mouth bend downwards and he moves to sit, unhappily, on one of the kitchen stools. His elbows lean heavily on the wooden bench top in front of him and he slumps down on his arms. He does not want China here, if China is angry at him.
There is no sound, except for the faint crinkle of the pea pods. Russia raises his head unenthusiastically from his arms and watches China with as much apprehension as he can muster. The dark-haired nation, seeming not to notice, peels open pod after pod and tips the green contents into the bowl; nonchalantly, as if Russia is not here. Russia’s mouth tightens at that. This is his house. This is
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In the Unnoticed Hours [5/?]
anonymous
March 6 2010, 12:45:06 UTC
Russia stares at the steaming bowl and, for a moment, cannot pinpoint why he feels so disappointed. He is used - was used - to seeing China always arrange two sets of cutlery and bowls after cooking: one for himself and one for Russia. Now there is only one bowl; it is 1992, not 1950, and China only cooks for himself now. Russia notices a blunt pain lodge itself into his pulse and he curls back into his arms as if to hold it away. China has not cooked for him in over forty years, and he should have remembered that. His hands clench slightly. What is China doing in his kitchen then? He can cook in his own home. He doesn’t need to be here. No one needs to be here
( ... )
In the Unnoticed Hours [6/?]
anonymous
March 6 2010, 12:50:35 UTC
China squeezes his eyes shut and can feel the uneasiness spreading in his gut, like it does whenever he thinks about this, before he can brush it off (or pretend to brush it off). He is a country, and he wonders how many other countries realise the arbitrariness of the way cause and effect applies to their kind.
It is easy, for example, to realise that a war will leave scars on their flesh and a famine will starve them even as they sit surrounded by the most splendid imperial court. It is not so easy to realise that the knife wound they inflicted on themselves one day in a childish tantrum will erupt into a full-scale peasant rebellion the next -
China tightens his arms and exhales, dispelling the memory but not the knowledge. There is the danger. He is a country, and he is in another country’s house without anyone’s permission - no, without anyone’s will. It can’t happen. It is a discrepancy. It is dangerous. Him being in Russia’s house like this is so very dangerous, for how the action might manifest when it, an inconsistency in
( ... )
In the Unnoticed Hours [7/?]
anonymous
March 6 2010, 12:58:10 UTC
China does not seem to want to believe what he had just said either, because he almost immediately withdraws his hand back into his lap and, after a moment, looks away with a slight frown on his face. His small fingers fidget a little with the edges of his book
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Re: In the Unnoticed Hours [7/?]
anonymous
March 7 2010, 07:27:09 UTC
;______; this is so good. I love the soft, subtle romance and uncertainty you write for them. They care but are afraid to. It's beautiful but heart breaking at the same time. Done wonderfully! The wait was well worth it!
After everyone leaves his house, Russia goes into such an emotional shock that he doesn't come to the world meetings. China, in spite of being wary of Russia after the Sino-Soviet split, decides to go and check on him and finds that he's in no state to take care of himself.
So he stays with Russia, helping him regain some semblance of emotional stability and reassuring him that he's not completely alone and that not everyone hates him. And along the way, they begin to repair their relationship too.
No Russia abusing China, please; just China taking care of Russia. In possibly more ways than one, if you know what I mean.
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China’s eyes flick up at him again. “Yes?”
It... really sounds a lot like China as well. But it is not China, because China cannot be here, because Russia is meant to be mad at China.
And China is meant to be mad at Russia. The corners of Russia’s mouth bend downwards and he moves to sit, unhappily, on one of the kitchen stools. His elbows lean heavily on the wooden bench top in front of him and he slumps down on his arms. He does not want China here, if China is angry at him.
There is no sound, except for the faint crinkle of the pea pods. Russia raises his head unenthusiastically from his arms and watches China with as much apprehension as he can muster. The dark-haired nation, seeming not to notice, peels open pod after pod and tips the green contents into the bowl; nonchalantly, as if Russia is not here. Russia’s mouth tightens at that. This is his house. This is ( ... )
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It is easy, for example, to realise that a war will leave scars on their flesh and a famine will starve them even as they sit surrounded by the most splendid imperial court. It is not so easy to realise that the knife wound they inflicted on themselves one day in a childish tantrum will erupt into a full-scale peasant rebellion the next -
China tightens his arms and exhales, dispelling the memory but not the knowledge. There is the danger. He is a country, and he is in another country’s house without anyone’s permission - no, without anyone’s will. It can’t happen. It is a discrepancy. It is dangerous. Him being in Russia’s house like this is so very dangerous, for how the action might manifest when it, an inconsistency in ( ... )
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