Fic: Russia
Fic: Russia
Summary: In response to a kinkmeme about Sulu saying something mean to Pavel (unintentional or on purpose) and Pavel taking it, not because he's innocent, but in a 'I'm too old for my age' kind of way.
"That's enough Chekov. Not every conversation can end with 'In Russia...'. It's just a country okay. I know you love it, but come on, it's getting old."
"Alright Hikaru, I will talk about somesing else next time."
"Great, see ya later Pavel."
"Goodbye Hikaru." It hurts that Hikaru says such things. I have never told him to stop talking about Japan. But it is okay. He can not understand how I fell about Russia.
He does not understand what it is was like to leave home so young and to be in such a commanding job so young. I miss my family. I miss my old home, my old school, and even the playgroud I use to go to. Russia is the place where those memories are. Russia is my home, and I miss her.
I had only been trying to explain to him things about myself. I try, but these things are hard to say properly. How could I describe the feeling of that first snow? The feel of warm Borsch after a snowball fight? The beauty of a red and gold flag fighting the wind? The sight of hundreds of snowcovered rooftops, all looking like gingerbread houses?
Hikaru is a good friend, so I will not tell him that saying such things hurts me. It is not his fault that he does not understand. I am sure that someday I will say something that will hurt Hikaru, just because I did not understand properly. But good friends can ignore such little things, good people can ignore such things.
And after all this hardship, to find a friend willing to tell me it was okay to have lost her, I will not ruin it. Maybe someday Hikaru will see Russia with me and will understand why I need to talk about my home so much.