Re: [Part 4] A Quiet Refuge (Part 3/?)
anonymous
May 9 2011, 01:24:10 UTC
"Turn around," he instructed gently. "Run this through your hair. I will help with your back." The tension eased as China smiled. That smile reminded Russia greatly of the seemingly endless days he had spent here before, when the world was much different.
That smile had been with him ever since he was a child. As as far back as he could remember China always existed. A tall and intimidating figure in strange clothes, rising from the back of a great beast, he was rarely seen without a weapon in hand. But when he took Russia's small freezing hands into his own and flashed that smile, China swept him up onto his horse and Russia had never felt stronger.
It was China's smile that carried him through when the other nations of Europe seemed so cold and far away. When his sisters abandoned him and the Mongol hoard swept across the East, it was China who hoisted him up on his shoulders and taught him how to keep face, dignity, and honour as their homes were invaded and their people ravaged. This was one memory that time could never wither
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Re: [Part 4] A Quiet Refuge (Part 4/?)
anonymous
May 9 2011, 01:26:58 UTC
China always made too much food. He consistently cooked enough to feed five people, despite living alone. Every single meeting, without fail, he would be trying to pass off leftovers on anybody who would take them. Sometimes Russia thought China was lonely.
On the table lay a meal of char siu beef, suanlatang soup, and baozi. As usual, there was far more than Russia could hope to eat in one sitting, starving as he was. China motioned for Russia to take a seat as he placed a practically overflowing plate before him
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Re: [Part 4] A Quiet Refuge (Part 5/5)
anonymous
May 9 2011, 01:28:05 UTC
"Mn, you must be tired now," he commented after Russia yawned. "It is becoming quite late."
China guided Russia back to the bedroom where he'd received his clothes, chattering on at him the entire way about how much Russia needed rest in order to get well again. Rest, good food, and awful medicine. That was always China's method of making one well again
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Re: [Part 4] A Quiet Refuge (Part 5/5)
anonymous
May 9 2011, 02:03:11 UTC
"After all, everything was temporary. Everyone was finite and would eventually fade away. Everyone except China." I really loved this fic. I had never before thought of this sort of dynamic between China and Russia. I love the way you characterized them. They felt very real, especially China with his empty rooms and cooking of too much food. Thank you for sharing authoranon
Re: [Part 4] A Quiet Refuge (Part 5/5)
anonymous
May 9 2011, 12:27:44 UTC
I was expecting something extremely sweet and/or silly, and what I just read really surprised me. I love how you portrayed both of them, just like I always had them in my head, it was warm and cute but not sappy or sentimental.
Re: [Part 4] A Quiet Refuge (Part 5/5)
anonymous
May 14 2011, 13:05:13 UTC
Aaaah, mother hen!China was so cute (even though I feel so bad for him, always cooking so much with nobody to feed), and then you got to the part about stories and omg, anon. That was so perfect; I can totally picture China telling stories like that.
A Quiet RefugeRussia returned to consciousness to the slow creep of a vile-tasting liquid making its way down his throat ( ... )
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That smile had been with him ever since he was a child. As as far back as he could remember China always existed. A tall and intimidating figure in strange clothes, rising from the back of a great beast, he was rarely seen without a weapon in hand. But when he took Russia's small freezing hands into his own and flashed that smile, China swept him up onto his horse and Russia had never felt stronger.
It was China's smile that carried him through when the other nations of Europe seemed so cold and far away. When his sisters abandoned him and the Mongol hoard swept across the East, it was China who hoisted him up on his shoulders and taught him how to keep face, dignity, and honour as their homes were invaded and their people ravaged. This was one memory that time could never wither ( ... )
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On the table lay a meal of char siu beef, suanlatang soup, and baozi. As usual, there was far more than Russia could hope to eat in one sitting, starving as he was. China motioned for Russia to take a seat as he placed a practically overflowing plate before him ( ... )
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China guided Russia back to the bedroom where he'd received his clothes, chattering on at him the entire way about how much Russia needed rest in order to get well again. Rest, good food, and awful medicine. That was always China's method of making one well again ( ... )
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I really loved this fic. I had never before thought of this sort of dynamic between China and Russia. I love the way you characterized them. They felt very real, especially China with his empty rooms and cooking of too much food.
Thank you for sharing authoranon
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Wonderful work.
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