[open] A Perfect Morning for Reading

[baidos]

Who: Latvia [baidos] and anyone else who wants to save him from himself join him! Looky-looky, Estonia [estonia_von] has already joined the fun!
What: Latvia has decided to visit the library and experiences bad luck.
Where: The library on the second floor.
When: Sometime in the morning.
Notes: I realize I keep using the word "saule" and I don't remember ever

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[estonia_von]

Exploring his new environment had gone well so far. Keeping out of the other occupant's way had let him focus on studying the building. It was certainly a nice place, nicer than the Baltic nation had seen in quite some time except for the fact he couldn't leave. It certainly dimmed any refreshment the change of scenery would have brought under better circumstances

[baidos]

A muffled groan was Latvia's response as he checked to make sure he was still alive. Like for him, he had landed on his butt, the only injuries sustained to his cranium were from a couple of unfriendly books landing upon it, but he otherwise was in tact, not bleeding, and only bruised and scraped. He realized he had heard someone ask how he was doing and as he picked off some of the books from his face and body he muttered a faint, "I-I think I'm okay

[estonia_von]

Following the soft voice to the source, and musing over the extremely familiar ring it had - could it be? No, it'd be better if his brother wasn't here and trapped but...

Following a stray book, a telltale sign of where the deluge of written words had occurred the Baltic nation peered in. Messy blonde hair, small frame, purple eyes, and the voice. Had it been so long he hadn't recognized it immediately or was it denial that his sibling was here?

"Läti!" Hurriedly walking to close the distance between them, Estonia quickly scanned his younger brother's face just to make sure everything was alright. Deeming it so he pulled the shorter boy into a hug.

Even if it wasn't good 'they' had gotten Latvia, maybe he could do something about it. Already the green eyed male was thinking of ways to try to leave, but this only added motivation.

[baidos]

He had no choice but to accept the hug, feeling the warmth his Baltic brother gave to him, nuzzling his face into his chest, his fragile tears staining the other's clothes as he muttered that name over and over again. Igaunija, Igaunija, Igaunija. He had not uttered that name in so long, he had thought he would surely have forgotten it, but he was glad he had not. He let that warmth and closeness overwhelm him a moment before thoughts entered his mind--shameful thoughts, horrible thoughts. "You shouldn't be here," he said softly, gently into Estonia's chest, I don't want you to fall as far as I have, he thought, finishing his sentence in his mind.

He stayed so close to him, that embrace feeling like home, breathing in that familiar scent, the touch of his clothes, everything that he would have forgotten, and sobbed into him. It was all he could do. Thoughts of books and injuries faded; all he wanted was to know that Estonia, holding him, was a real sensation.

[estonia_von]

"A regular human... not as much to worry about, not having to stay at a certain someone's house..." A faint tinge of wistfulness crept into the blonde's voice as he thought out loud. There was a lot to be gained if they were normal people, but so much to lose. Sure it was hard feeling what many people suffered plus any injuries sustained to the land but having such a connection was... special

[baidos]

The boy-like nation nodded, blue-purple eyes seeking out someplace where they could sit and be comfortable in one another's company. It was not too long ago when the pair of them had fought beside each other for independence. They both had hoped freedom would have lasted longer, but it wasn’t meant to be. God turned His back to him again after spending 20 years looking favorably upon him and his comrades. The Baltic States were a meaningless and useless part of His design, Latvia thought sometimes, though he still found comfort in the knowledge that despite being weak, God still loved both him and his people and that He would welcome them graciously into His arms when their time ended, no matter what name his people were called by that point, no matter if Latvia had succumbed to the promise of a human life; God loved His children, no matter what their transgressions, as long as those children repented for their sins. Hopefully, God would forgive Latvia’s wavering mind, as well