Part 8: In The Shadows [1/3]
anonymous
May 31 2010, 23:07:32 UTC
When he woke up in the morning, he wanted it. The dreams he had haunted him, violent visions of past actions, of being under Russia, and they never seemed to leave him, even during the day. Each day, all day, every day, he wished for the slightly blurred reality it gave him. He remembered the comforting burn of the alcohol as it slipped down his throat, making the sun shine brighter, and the snow just melted away, leaving him in his own sleepy utopia where Russia didn't exist, wounds didn't hurt and scars didn't lie under the surface, readily re-opening at the slightest touch. Where blood was not connected to pain or suffering from anyone. Where his dreams were nice for once, and he could forget
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Part 8: In The Shadows [2/3]
anonymous
May 31 2010, 23:12:40 UTC
Normally, Eduard would have to look for Tino, following the stench of alcohol and trying his best not to give in. It had been at least a week, (he couldn't remember very well, because his time was split between work, sleep, and stopping himself and attempting to stop Tino drinking) and Tino always seemed to end up in a different place. Sometimes he would be lounged over the sofa in the living room, bottles of something cheap clustered around him on the floor, either snoring loudly, or yelling at some sport on the television. He'd found the international channels, polluting the house with a loud, harsh, thick American accent, or occasionally other languages when he was too inebriated to realise that he couldn't understand. Other days, the more sober ones, Tino was found hunched over the toilet, and looked at Eduard with terror in his eyes, scared of an unseen enemy. Those nights were the worst, with no sleep to the Finnish ramblings of his friend as fear overtook the alcohol in his blood. Fear of what, Eduard would never know
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Part 8: In The Shadows [3/3]
anonymous
May 31 2010, 23:34:26 UTC
"Tino, you discovered something called alcohol, and decided to dump your friends and family for it, drowning in it so much so that Berwald; tall, stoic, extremely strong Berwald almost broke at the sight of you, unable to tell up from down. So he asked me to take you here. And in truth, it's breaking my he-" He broke off, his voice cracking as his throat clogged with emotion: envy, sadness, but mostly love. Centuries of hidden feelings broke through the layers of barriers, tears forming unbidden to his eyes, and Tino watched perplexed as he quickly stood up and took advantage of the loose grip, running up the stairs to his room
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It was for Estonia as a recovering alcoholic, and Finland as a current alcoholic, which isn't helping Estonia not drink. Cue angst.
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