Week 023: Free Length // Flower
Title: Try a New Beginning
Rating: G
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family
Characters/Pairings: Ukraine, Belarus, onesided Belarus/Russia
Summary: Ukraine comforts Belarus after a refusal.
Words: I don't know, around 500?
After an hour of waiting for and fretting about Belarus, she decided to visit her instead, sending a text message about her plans if there had been a problem.
The train had seemed like a better option than a taxi at dusk. It had taken a few stops, with its empty rattling and the rhythmic clackity-clack of the joints - there was definitely something therapeutic about being on a train. The way it cut through farmland and passed by mountains and rolling hills, then was plunged into the darkness of tunnels was quite mysterious to her - you never knew quite what would lay up ahead. Flowers and weeds at the side of the track waved as they passed, happy to flaunt their colours in the fading twilight.
It was a faster journey than she had expected, and soon enough she ended up at the small country station, almost in disrepair and falling apart. She quickly made her way up to the modest house, with all the lights out except one, sole flickering light in the downstairs living room.
Belarus didn't answer the door when she knocked it though. A few minutes passed, until she realised she was standing in the cold for no reason as the door was unlocked.
Gently pushing it open, she warily called out her sister's name, to be greeted with silence. Ukraine tiptoed forward lightly, being careful not to creak a floorboard.
She had almost passed the living room when she saw Belarus sitting rigidly on the seat, hands wrapped tightly around a single yellow carnation. Ukraine guessed what had happened before she even spoke, but sat down next to Belarus, their shoulders almost touching.
Her sister did not move; her eyes remained fixed on that single flower, wilting in her hand. But no matter how much the yellow seemed to mock Belarus, she didn't kill the flower, just held it. Like a lifeline.
"He said no. He said it's over - everything." The words came methodically, like a drip from her ice cold lips. "He said that he never wants to see my face again." While Ukraine sympathised with both parties, she found that quite childish from Russia to say such a thing, and definitely unacceptable.
"I'm sure he didn't mean that last bit. Besides, Russia is Russia, yes? He doesn't like ties to anyone, not even you or me, his own sisters..." Several moments passed in silence before the words finally evoked a reaction from Belarus, who turned her head to glare almost angrily at Ukraine, tears beginning to form in her eyes. As she spoke, her movements were exaggerated, and she accidentally hit her sister several times.
"But you don't get it! You don't understand - he was the one! Russia was the only one I'll ever be in love with! There is no one else!" She fixed her glare on her sister, and Ukraine could see Belarus trying her hardest not to break. Finally, as if suddenly exhausted by the sheer emotion, she slumped forward and grabbed Ukraine's shoulders for support as a sob choked her throat. Ukraine wrapped her arms around the taller nation and stroked her silvery hair, murmuring calming nonsense into Belarus' ear as she continued to wail in pain.
The moment seemed to last an eternity, Ukraine idly humming a soothing lullaby until Belarus finally calmed down.
"Bela - there'll be someone else. There always is; this world has too many people for one person to be the only one you click with. Someone will answer with a red rose and welcoming arms. There will always be someone else."
The next day found a bouquet of daisies on Belarus' doorstep, and a single white carnation on Russia's.
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Yellow carnations can mean rejection, you have disappointed me or disdain. Meanwhile, white carnations symbolise disdain, and daises can mean loyal love.
Rating: G
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family
Characters/Pairings: Ukraine, Belarus, onesided Belarus/Russia
Summary: Ukraine comforts Belarus after a refusal.
Words: I don't know, around 500?
After an hour of waiting for and fretting about Belarus, she decided to visit her instead, sending a text message about her plans if there had been a problem.
The train had seemed like a better option than a taxi at dusk. It had taken a few stops, with its empty rattling and the rhythmic clackity-clack of the joints - there was definitely something therapeutic about being on a train. The way it cut through farmland and passed by mountains and rolling hills, then was plunged into the darkness of tunnels was quite mysterious to her - you never knew quite what would lay up ahead. Flowers and weeds at the side of the track waved as they passed, happy to flaunt their colours in the fading twilight.
It was a faster journey than she had expected, and soon enough she ended up at the small country station, almost in disrepair and falling apart. She quickly made her way up to the modest house, with all the lights out except one, sole flickering light in the downstairs living room.
Belarus didn't answer the door when she knocked it though. A few minutes passed, until she realised she was standing in the cold for no reason as the door was unlocked.
Gently pushing it open, she warily called out her sister's name, to be greeted with silence. Ukraine tiptoed forward lightly, being careful not to creak a floorboard.
She had almost passed the living room when she saw Belarus sitting rigidly on the seat, hands wrapped tightly around a single yellow carnation. Ukraine guessed what had happened before she even spoke, but sat down next to Belarus, their shoulders almost touching.
Her sister did not move; her eyes remained fixed on that single flower, wilting in her hand. But no matter how much the yellow seemed to mock Belarus, she didn't kill the flower, just held it. Like a lifeline.
"He said no. He said it's over - everything." The words came methodically, like a drip from her ice cold lips. "He said that he never wants to see my face again." While Ukraine sympathised with both parties, she found that quite childish from Russia to say such a thing, and definitely unacceptable.
"I'm sure he didn't mean that last bit. Besides, Russia is Russia, yes? He doesn't like ties to anyone, not even you or me, his own sisters..." Several moments passed in silence before the words finally evoked a reaction from Belarus, who turned her head to glare almost angrily at Ukraine, tears beginning to form in her eyes. As she spoke, her movements were exaggerated, and she accidentally hit her sister several times.
"But you don't get it! You don't understand - he was the one! Russia was the only one I'll ever be in love with! There is no one else!" She fixed her glare on her sister, and Ukraine could see Belarus trying her hardest not to break. Finally, as if suddenly exhausted by the sheer emotion, she slumped forward and grabbed Ukraine's shoulders for support as a sob choked her throat. Ukraine wrapped her arms around the taller nation and stroked her silvery hair, murmuring calming nonsense into Belarus' ear as she continued to wail in pain.
The moment seemed to last an eternity, Ukraine idly humming a soothing lullaby until Belarus finally calmed down.
"Bela - there'll be someone else. There always is; this world has too many people for one person to be the only one you click with. Someone will answer with a red rose and welcoming arms. There will always be someone else."
The next day found a bouquet of daisies on Belarus' doorstep, and a single white carnation on Russia's.
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Yellow carnations can mean rejection, you have disappointed me or disdain. Meanwhile, white carnations symbolise disdain, and daises can mean loyal love.