Family Ties [Part 94]
Title: Family Ties
Characters (in this chapter): Estonia, Latvia, England, France, Diaspora!Israel, Scotland.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Moar fillerrrrrrrr, and exposition.
Summary: Uh, I need to be banned from the kink meme or monsters like this happen? Essentially, Scotland leaves the UK, which gives Northern Ireland an excuse to up and out as well, which leaves England and Wales all alone. Oh yeah, and this somehow leads to World War Three.
Estonia opened his eyes as he felt something heavy on his chest.
His head was heavily bandaged, but he could still move his neck, and so he looked down at the offending weight. It seemed that Latvia had fallen asleep on him, slouching forward off his seat, resting his head on his arms at the side of the bed, but had shifted in his sleep so now one of his arms was draped across Estonia's chest. Which would be fine by him if he didn't have a broken rib, so it was mildly uncomfortable. He was light, though, so for a while the older Baltic simply watched the younger sleep.
A face that young shouldn't look so stressed when asleep. But at least he wasn't trembling like he did when he was awake.
"Mmm..." mumbled Latvia, lavender eyes fluttering open, gazing sleepily at Estonia's amused smile. He blinked twice, then abruptly sat up, eyes wide. "Estonia! You're awake!"
"So are you..." Estonia said, voice a little croaky but still stable. Latvia's hands hovered carefully over him.
"You wouldn't wake up for ages, I was w-worried!" he stammered, tears collecting in his eyes. "I- I thought you might d-d-die!"
To be honest, so had Estonia. "What happened?" He could vaguely remember the sound of his door being kicked in, and there were funny lights and tiny people and he'd decided his brain was hallucinating from sleep-deprivation and smoke inhalation. Someone had said his name too. But after that, nothing.
"F-Finland, Sweden and Norway came and saved you!" Latvia rubbed at his eyes. "Th-they brought you to hospital a-and then S-Sweden had to go home b-because he wasn't meant to b-be in the w-war and he had to watch S-Sealand so he wouldn't get into any more trouble. N-N-Norway went to M-Moscow to help Denmark - he drove you here - and th-they both ended up f-finding Poland and L-Lithuania, so n-now they're all back home." he took a deep breath in, trying to quell his shaking. "Finland's gone to get some food." He held up a small, black and white checkered box. "He left you these."
Estonia half-smiled, half-grimaced. "I wonder when he'll get that I don't like salmiakki..." he sighed, squinting at the label without his glasses on. "But it was nice of him to come, when he's technically closed his borders with Russia and is on the defensive front."
"He's h-had to keep quiet about it." Latvia admitted, putting the box of salted liquorish away. "Even his b-boss doesn't know." He gestured at the flowers. "Lithuania sent these. He's coming to see you again tomorrow..." His eyes widened. "A-ah, I should tell him you woke up! He was worried too! I'll be right back!" He jumped up from his seat and stumbled out of the door, pulling a mobile phone from his pocket as he went.
Estonia took a moment to examine his situation. Still no feeling in his legs, though they were both in casts. His wrist was bandaged on one side and whole hand in plaster on the other. He was breathing a lot easier now than before, but restrained by the bandages a little so he wouldn't hurt himself. Over all, he still felt like he'd been run over by a truck, but much better.
There were worse fates in the world.
---
England tried not to grumble too loudly as his wheelchair went over a small bump on the pathway outside the hospital. There was a number of reasons for his grumbling, and one reason to keep quiet.
Firstly, he didn't need a wheelchair. He was getting the ability to stand back pretty fast, though it did hurt quite a bit. Well, that was a little white lie. It hurt a lot and he couldn't maintain it for more than a few seconds but if he was walking he'd be alternating between legs, right?
Secondly, his aforementioned issue with being coddled was coming up in full force, because now France was pushing him around the hospital gardens. He claimed he had nothing better to do because James was in physio and he didn't like Francis making all those worried-but-pretending-not-to-be faces at him. Also, he added, England's arm was still hurt, so he'd probably end up going round in circles because he could only push the wheels properly on one side.
Finally, he was keeping quiet because Sarah was still looming and chatting amiably with France while keeping a stern eye on him.
He wondered if he could make a break for it.
... the gates seemed an awfully long way off.
He sighed.
"I want to go home." He grumbled. France paused in whatever he was saying, and looked down at England like he'd forgotten he was there.
"Angleterre, you can't walk more than three meters without collapsing." God, he hated it when the bloody frog was actually being reasonable.
"I know, alright? But I still want to go home." He sounded like a sulky child and didn't give a damn. "I miss my house. I miss my bed. I miss my faeries and my tea and my marmalade on toast in the morning." After a moment, he looked up at the silent Nations. "I miss my people. I should be with them. Not here."
A long moment of quiet ensued, before Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose in a stressed manner and sighed. "Has he always been like this?"
"Since birth." France confirmed.
"Care to tell me what you're talking about?" England raised an unimpressed eyebrow at them. Silent conversations, really. Like he was some kind of invalid.
"You're too stubborn for your own good." Sarah explained. "You wouldn't leave during the Blitz either."
England stuck his nose in the air and puffed out his chest. "Of course not! I needed to stay and help."
"From what I saw, ye were a useless wreck half the time." said Scotland's voice. The trio looked round, finding the red haired Nation hopping towards them, crutch under one arm to steady himself. "I had to carry yer twitchin' corpse to the shelter the one night they got St Paul's."
England glared at him, but the Scot just grinned. "You can stick that crutch right up your-"
"But I agree with ye." Scotland cut over him. "I don't think we should be so far away from our people at a time like this. We need to be there."
The youngest brother's lips thinned. "Even Aine?"
Scotland nodded gravely. "Especially Aine. She needs to see her people are alive, that she has hope."
Notes:
- There was going to be more here but I have a con to go to so see you all later! If you're going to the London Anime Expo, I'll see you there! (Maybe) I'll be the England cosplayer with the little England flag (the St George one, not the Union one)
- Salmiakki, if you haven't heard of it, is a Finnish "sweet" that actually isn't very sweet. Tuulensisko gave me some to try and.... I think it might be an acquired taste... or maybe one must be Finnish to like it.
Part 95
Characters (in this chapter): Estonia, Latvia, England, France, Diaspora!Israel, Scotland.
Rating: 12
Warnings: Moar fillerrrrrrrr, and exposition.
Summary: Uh, I need to be banned from the kink meme or monsters like this happen? Essentially, Scotland leaves the UK, which gives Northern Ireland an excuse to up and out as well, which leaves England and Wales all alone. Oh yeah, and this somehow leads to World War Three.
Estonia opened his eyes as he felt something heavy on his chest.
His head was heavily bandaged, but he could still move his neck, and so he looked down at the offending weight. It seemed that Latvia had fallen asleep on him, slouching forward off his seat, resting his head on his arms at the side of the bed, but had shifted in his sleep so now one of his arms was draped across Estonia's chest. Which would be fine by him if he didn't have a broken rib, so it was mildly uncomfortable. He was light, though, so for a while the older Baltic simply watched the younger sleep.
A face that young shouldn't look so stressed when asleep. But at least he wasn't trembling like he did when he was awake.
"Mmm..." mumbled Latvia, lavender eyes fluttering open, gazing sleepily at Estonia's amused smile. He blinked twice, then abruptly sat up, eyes wide. "Estonia! You're awake!"
"So are you..." Estonia said, voice a little croaky but still stable. Latvia's hands hovered carefully over him.
"You wouldn't wake up for ages, I was w-worried!" he stammered, tears collecting in his eyes. "I- I thought you might d-d-die!"
To be honest, so had Estonia. "What happened?" He could vaguely remember the sound of his door being kicked in, and there were funny lights and tiny people and he'd decided his brain was hallucinating from sleep-deprivation and smoke inhalation. Someone had said his name too. But after that, nothing.
"F-Finland, Sweden and Norway came and saved you!" Latvia rubbed at his eyes. "Th-they brought you to hospital a-and then S-Sweden had to go home b-because he wasn't meant to b-be in the w-war and he had to watch S-Sealand so he wouldn't get into any more trouble. N-N-Norway went to M-Moscow to help Denmark - he drove you here - and th-they both ended up f-finding Poland and L-Lithuania, so n-now they're all back home." he took a deep breath in, trying to quell his shaking. "Finland's gone to get some food." He held up a small, black and white checkered box. "He left you these."
Estonia half-smiled, half-grimaced. "I wonder when he'll get that I don't like salmiakki..." he sighed, squinting at the label without his glasses on. "But it was nice of him to come, when he's technically closed his borders with Russia and is on the defensive front."
"He's h-had to keep quiet about it." Latvia admitted, putting the box of salted liquorish away. "Even his b-boss doesn't know." He gestured at the flowers. "Lithuania sent these. He's coming to see you again tomorrow..." His eyes widened. "A-ah, I should tell him you woke up! He was worried too! I'll be right back!" He jumped up from his seat and stumbled out of the door, pulling a mobile phone from his pocket as he went.
Estonia took a moment to examine his situation. Still no feeling in his legs, though they were both in casts. His wrist was bandaged on one side and whole hand in plaster on the other. He was breathing a lot easier now than before, but restrained by the bandages a little so he wouldn't hurt himself. Over all, he still felt like he'd been run over by a truck, but much better.
There were worse fates in the world.
---
England tried not to grumble too loudly as his wheelchair went over a small bump on the pathway outside the hospital. There was a number of reasons for his grumbling, and one reason to keep quiet.
Firstly, he didn't need a wheelchair. He was getting the ability to stand back pretty fast, though it did hurt quite a bit. Well, that was a little white lie. It hurt a lot and he couldn't maintain it for more than a few seconds but if he was walking he'd be alternating between legs, right?
Secondly, his aforementioned issue with being coddled was coming up in full force, because now France was pushing him around the hospital gardens. He claimed he had nothing better to do because James was in physio and he didn't like Francis making all those worried-but-pretending-not-to-be faces at him. Also, he added, England's arm was still hurt, so he'd probably end up going round in circles because he could only push the wheels properly on one side.
Finally, he was keeping quiet because Sarah was still looming and chatting amiably with France while keeping a stern eye on him.
He wondered if he could make a break for it.
... the gates seemed an awfully long way off.
He sighed.
"I want to go home." He grumbled. France paused in whatever he was saying, and looked down at England like he'd forgotten he was there.
"Angleterre, you can't walk more than three meters without collapsing." God, he hated it when the bloody frog was actually being reasonable.
"I know, alright? But I still want to go home." He sounded like a sulky child and didn't give a damn. "I miss my house. I miss my bed. I miss my faeries and my tea and my marmalade on toast in the morning." After a moment, he looked up at the silent Nations. "I miss my people. I should be with them. Not here."
A long moment of quiet ensued, before Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose in a stressed manner and sighed. "Has he always been like this?"
"Since birth." France confirmed.
"Care to tell me what you're talking about?" England raised an unimpressed eyebrow at them. Silent conversations, really. Like he was some kind of invalid.
"You're too stubborn for your own good." Sarah explained. "You wouldn't leave during the Blitz either."
England stuck his nose in the air and puffed out his chest. "Of course not! I needed to stay and help."
"From what I saw, ye were a useless wreck half the time." said Scotland's voice. The trio looked round, finding the red haired Nation hopping towards them, crutch under one arm to steady himself. "I had to carry yer twitchin' corpse to the shelter the one night they got St Paul's."
England glared at him, but the Scot just grinned. "You can stick that crutch right up your-"
"But I agree with ye." Scotland cut over him. "I don't think we should be so far away from our people at a time like this. We need to be there."
The youngest brother's lips thinned. "Even Aine?"
Scotland nodded gravely. "Especially Aine. She needs to see her people are alive, that she has hope."
Notes:
- There was going to be more here but I have a con to go to so see you all later! If you're going to the London Anime Expo, I'll see you there! (Maybe) I'll be the England cosplayer with the little England flag (the St George one, not the Union one)
- Salmiakki, if you haven't heard of it, is a Finnish "sweet" that actually isn't very sweet. Tuulensisko gave me some to try and.... I think it might be an acquired taste... or maybe one must be Finnish to like it.
Part 95