[Fic] The Children
Title: The Children
Author/Artist: dappledwings
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Kievan Rus and kids.
Rating: G
Warnings: Unbeta'd drabblefic. Possible cuteness overload because Daddy is adorable with his kids?
Summary: Rus loves all his kids.
Words: 563
Rus brushes Ukrania’s hair for her, whilst little Russia tends to his sunflowers. Belarus, his little Polatsk, is following her Brother, trying to help, yet getting in the way. It is peaceful, all the same, and he wouldn’t have things any other way. His other children- Danmark and Suomi- sit together beneath a tree. Danmark, being the teenager that he is, likes to pretend that he wants nothing to do with the family, but Suomi is the one soft spot he has. Suomi, the small pagan child (he has tried so hard to do something about that), loves to play with the fir cones that fall from the fir that stands tall at the bottom of the garden. Danmark finds this adorable, no matter what he says.
“There you go, Ukrania. All done!” The eldest of a group of three, she takes the responsibilities of looking after her Brother and Sister far too seriously, Rus thinks, smoothing her hair, before she jumps up to go play with the pair, who are still attempting to tend to the sunflowers. “Polatsk? Princess?”
The youngest of his children runs towards him, her blonde hair flying out behind her. “Yes Daddy?”
Perhaps he spoils her too much, Rus wonders as he starts brushing her hair, in preparation for church. Perhaps he does, but he loves the way her face lights up when she gets what she wants. His youngest daughter loves quietly and discreetly, aside from her Brother, who she worships. His youngest daughter needs a lot of prompting before she will admit that she loves someone. But she turns and hugs him, a rare occurrence for her- she is usually the one to be hugged- smiling at him. Oh, how he’s a sucker for a happy child.
“Can I have an apple, Daddy?”
“After church, Princess.” And he hurries her off the stool, before calling the youngest boy forwards. “Suomi?”
Ah, the boy has disappeared, as he so regularly does before Church. He tries to discipline the boy, but he is so quiet and terrified normally that Rus cannot bring himself to do so, so often. But today, the boy has to go. He has been two weeks without Church, and Danmark is sniggering behind his hands.
“Where did your Brother go?” Rus towers over his teenaged son, and rearranges his features until they vaguely resemble a Berserker. The boy knows what these are; Rus has been teaching him the Viking ways since he was young. Of course, this induces a no small amount of fear, and his eldest points to the end of the garden.
“Down there! Through that hole in the hedge.” Rus gives Danmark a long stare, before the boy adds, “I swear!”
Suomi cannot hide for long, and is soon dragged to have his hair brushed for Church. Rus bursts with pride almost when he sees his children all lined up, with clean hair and faces and looking smart. He knows it won’t last, perhaps Russia will see a sunflower and try to dig it up, or Suomi will slip through a hedge again. But they are his children, and he cannot feel any happier that they are. With a last pat down of a resilient hair on Danmark’s head- prompting a ‘hey!’ - Rus pushes them all out the door, and starts to lead them towards Church. His beautiful children follow.
Author/Artist: dappledwings
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Kievan Rus and kids.
Rating: G
Warnings: Unbeta'd drabblefic. Possible cuteness overload because Daddy is adorable with his kids?
Summary: Rus loves all his kids.
Words: 563
Rus brushes Ukrania’s hair for her, whilst little Russia tends to his sunflowers. Belarus, his little Polatsk, is following her Brother, trying to help, yet getting in the way. It is peaceful, all the same, and he wouldn’t have things any other way. His other children- Danmark and Suomi- sit together beneath a tree. Danmark, being the teenager that he is, likes to pretend that he wants nothing to do with the family, but Suomi is the one soft spot he has. Suomi, the small pagan child (he has tried so hard to do something about that), loves to play with the fir cones that fall from the fir that stands tall at the bottom of the garden. Danmark finds this adorable, no matter what he says.
“There you go, Ukrania. All done!” The eldest of a group of three, she takes the responsibilities of looking after her Brother and Sister far too seriously, Rus thinks, smoothing her hair, before she jumps up to go play with the pair, who are still attempting to tend to the sunflowers. “Polatsk? Princess?”
The youngest of his children runs towards him, her blonde hair flying out behind her. “Yes Daddy?”
Perhaps he spoils her too much, Rus wonders as he starts brushing her hair, in preparation for church. Perhaps he does, but he loves the way her face lights up when she gets what she wants. His youngest daughter loves quietly and discreetly, aside from her Brother, who she worships. His youngest daughter needs a lot of prompting before she will admit that she loves someone. But she turns and hugs him, a rare occurrence for her- she is usually the one to be hugged- smiling at him. Oh, how he’s a sucker for a happy child.
“Can I have an apple, Daddy?”
“After church, Princess.” And he hurries her off the stool, before calling the youngest boy forwards. “Suomi?”
Ah, the boy has disappeared, as he so regularly does before Church. He tries to discipline the boy, but he is so quiet and terrified normally that Rus cannot bring himself to do so, so often. But today, the boy has to go. He has been two weeks without Church, and Danmark is sniggering behind his hands.
“Where did your Brother go?” Rus towers over his teenaged son, and rearranges his features until they vaguely resemble a Berserker. The boy knows what these are; Rus has been teaching him the Viking ways since he was young. Of course, this induces a no small amount of fear, and his eldest points to the end of the garden.
“Down there! Through that hole in the hedge.” Rus gives Danmark a long stare, before the boy adds, “I swear!”
Suomi cannot hide for long, and is soon dragged to have his hair brushed for Church. Rus bursts with pride almost when he sees his children all lined up, with clean hair and faces and looking smart. He knows it won’t last, perhaps Russia will see a sunflower and try to dig it up, or Suomi will slip through a hedge again. But they are his children, and he cannot feel any happier that they are. With a last pat down of a resilient hair on Danmark’s head- prompting a ‘hey!’ - Rus pushes them all out the door, and starts to lead them towards Church. His beautiful children follow.