so um. this has been floating around this anon's head for a while now, but she's only requesting it now.
patchwork-commonwealth-family-fluff, please? and no, not that commonwealth - the eastern one. put simply, anon wants family fluff with Poland, Lithuania, tiny!Latvia and tiny!Estonia. set in like... XVI century, before Sweden and especially Russia.
bonus points for more-or-less subtle hinting at Poland/Lithuania, but anon'd really prefer if that wasn't the main focus of the fic.
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anonymous
April 18 2009, 22:30:19 UTC
Anonymous delivers...EVENTUALLY! This has been sitting on my hard drive for about a month, in its current state, as I tried to decide whether or not it was finished. I hope OP!anon likes. <3
It was shortly before the crack of dawn when Lithuania woke Estonia and ushered him downstairs, carrying a sleeping Latvia in his arms. Poland met them at the bottom of the stairs, bleary-eyed and cranky, and pushed an armful of woven baskets onto Estonia. “Hold these,” he instructed. Estonia took the baskets compliantly. No one in their small family was unfamiliar with Poland's monosyllabic shortness of temper that only dissipated at ten in the morning, and not a minute earlier.
Lithuania smiled and shifted Latvia to his other hip. “Estonia, please get in the carriage. Poland and I will be right out.”
There was an indignant grumble as if to say 'speak for yourself' from Poland, who had trudged shufflingly into the kitchen
( ... )
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anonymous
April 18 2009, 22:35:27 UTC
Inside, Lithuania had joined Poland in the kitchen. “Did we remember everything?” he asked worriedly. Poland shrugged and wrapped the sausages he'd boiled the evening before in paper and tied off a piece of twine around it. “Latvia's bonnet? An extra coat for Estonia? I don't think that's going to fit,” he added. In an effort to pack what seemed like a week's starvation rations into a basket made for afternoon outings to the park, Poland was prying aside rye bread and cheese in order to make room for the sausages.
“Ha!” crowed Poland, finally obtaining victory over his latest challenge.
“Did you remember to pack some porridge for Latvia? You know he's not good with solids yet; they upset his stomach.”
Poland shot Lithuania a withering look out of one half-lidded eye.
“Ask me again when I'm, like, awake, Liet,” the blonde groaned, and shoved petulantly at a package of gołąbki until it fit into the strained woven basket. “It's four in the stupid morning. You're totally unnatural, you know that
( ... )
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anonymous
April 18 2009, 22:38:21 UTC
Their quiet early-morning reverie was ended soon, though, as the carriage pulled to a halt on the side of the road where sparse trees grew up as though forming a fence between travelers and the wild world of the hillside bushes and streams. Lithuania woke everyone and climbed down first, lifting Estonia out of the carriage and passing Latvia (who stirred a little and opened his eyes, blinking muzzily at the unexpected and dramatic change of scenery) to the older boy, who cradled his little brother as carefully and seriously as he might a piece of Venetian glasswork. Lastly, Lithuania extended a hand gentlemanly to help Poland down from the carriage. The blonde, fully awake though not entirely cured of his tired crankiness, snorted and rolled his eyes - but he still accepted the hand offered to him as he clambered down from the awkward height of their transportation.
“I'm not, like, a girl or whatever, you know
( ... )
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anonymous
April 18 2009, 22:42:22 UTC
Lithuania knew this game of Poland's: he was expecting the other to try and take a taste straight from his lips, but Lithuania would not be had - not with his two young brothers right there. Smiling serenely, the brunette reached around Poland and plucked a berry of his own from the bush. “Mm,” he agreed amicably, and strolled past Poland (who looked quite taken aback) to find a fresh bush to work from
( ... )
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anonymous
April 18 2009, 22:46:31 UTC
Though they weren't really aware of any of this, the children were quite enthusiastic about the idea of eating the food their mommy had prepared. Latvia and Estonia unfolded and spread - with some help from Lithuania, though he mostly watched and offered occasional encouragements - the blanket they'd brought to eat on, even though it dwarfed them both and nearly became a sort of cocoon entrapping them as they struggled to pull it out flat. Giggling, Poland played spectator to their efforts before finally taking pity on them and joining in. With all four of them taking a corner, the blanket was successfully subdued and Latvia and Estonia rejoiced, running off to find rocks to hold it down in the wind which was much more noticeable here than down in the city.
“This wasn't, like, a total bummer after all,” Poland decreed, setting out a flagon of water and some rye bread in the center of the blanket. “And the view is pretty nice,” he admitted
( ... )
patchwork-commonwealth-family-fluff, please? and no, not that commonwealth - the eastern one. put simply, anon wants family fluff with Poland, Lithuania, tiny!Latvia and tiny!Estonia. set in like... XVI century, before Sweden and especially Russia.
bonus points for more-or-less subtle hinting at Poland/Lithuania, but anon'd really prefer if that wasn't the main focus of the fic.
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It was shortly before the crack of dawn when Lithuania woke Estonia and ushered him downstairs, carrying a sleeping Latvia in his arms. Poland met them at the bottom of the stairs, bleary-eyed and cranky, and pushed an armful of woven baskets onto Estonia. “Hold these,” he instructed. Estonia took the baskets compliantly. No one in their small family was unfamiliar with Poland's monosyllabic shortness of temper that only dissipated at ten in the morning, and not a minute earlier.
Lithuania smiled and shifted Latvia to his other hip. “Estonia, please get in the carriage. Poland and I will be right out.”
There was an indignant grumble as if to say 'speak for yourself' from Poland, who had trudged shufflingly into the kitchen ( ... )
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“Ha!” crowed Poland, finally obtaining victory over his latest challenge.
“Did you remember to pack some porridge for Latvia? You know he's not good with solids yet; they upset his stomach.”
Poland shot Lithuania a withering look out of one half-lidded eye.
“Ask me again when I'm, like, awake, Liet,” the blonde groaned, and shoved petulantly at a package of gołąbki until it fit into the strained woven basket. “It's four in the stupid morning. You're totally unnatural, you know that ( ... )
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