Small Hours [1/8]
anonymous
February 15 2009, 06:14:41 UTC
[Oh dear gods. This is ridiculously long a-and yet I plan to write more after this. It was getting so long that I figured if I kept going, it would take me forever to type it up (nine handwritten pages so far, oh dear). So, yes, it is technically unfinished, though this is as good a place to end part 1 as any. Oh, and I apologize for typos if there are any, because it is very late at night for me. I hope everyone enjoys it
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Small Hours [3/8]
anonymous
February 15 2009, 06:16:49 UTC
“Liet! You never told me your brother is hot!”
“Which one?” Lithuania asked dryly, not bothering to glance up from the sink full of dishes he was washing.
“Ha. Very funny. Estonia, dummy.” Poland rolled his eyes and grabbed a cookie from the cooling rack, biting down delicately. “Mmnh. But, yeah. Him. He’s like, totally delicious. Seriously.”
“Hmph. Well, maybe he is, but I certainly wouldn’t know. He’s my brother, after all.”
“So what?” Poland replied with a smirk. “I bet you’ve heard about what Canada and America get up to. They’re brothers, too
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Small Hours [4/8]
anonymous
February 15 2009, 06:18:04 UTC
The lines of text in front of his eyes were meaningless. Poland read the same paragraph over and over, but somehow couldn’t comprehend a single word. A cup of tea sat cooling by his right hand. The ticking sound coming from the clock on the wall was almost maddening
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Small Hours [5/8]
anonymous
February 15 2009, 06:20:05 UTC
Teasing again, Poland thought. At that moment, he realized just how close they were standing. It would be so easy to move in, to grab that moment, to take that chance. He might not get another, not so soon, not like that one. He decided to take it. “Try harder, hmm?” he said with a smirk, moving closer to trap Estonia against the counter with his body, hands resting on either side of him.
“Poland, what are you-“
Before the nation could get the entire sentence out, Poland kissed him, claiming his lips almost hungrily. Blue-green eyes widened, accompanied by a startled noise that sounded suspiciously like a squeak, but he did not pull away and instead rested his shy, trembling hands on Poland’s shoulders, much to his surprise and pleasure. After a moment he broke the kiss lightly, lingering, then smirked and said in a low voice, “Bet you weren’t expecting that“N-no,” Estonia replied. His cheeks were flushed pepper-red and he trembled slightly. “I wasn’t.” Licking his lips, he paused, seeming to consider something for a moment before
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Small Hours [5.5/8]
anonymous
February 15 2009, 06:21:02 UTC
[The character limit hates me. And apparently LJ counts it differently than Word. Booo.]
Poland schooled his expression as he fetched the lemon juice and went about preparing the tea, though he had a feeling it did not matter, as at that distance Estonia surely couldn’t see him well enough to make out his features. He was watching him, however, and it made Poland’s guts twist. Maybe the whole thing hadn’t been such a good idea. “Why do you say that?”
There was a long pause, then Estonia asked quietly, “You’re dating my brother, aren’t you?”
“What the hell?! No!” Turning to face him, Poland stared, and at the sight of Estonia’s dead-serious expression he burst out laughing, much to the other’s surprise. “Liet? No way! You like, can’t be serious. I ain’t with him. Where’d you get a crazy idea like that?”
The blush had faded a bit from Estonia’s cheeks, but at Poland’s outburst it returned in full force. “I-it’s just, you two act like it, kind of. And I’ve heard things
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Small Hours 6/?
anonymous
February 15 2009, 06:22:21 UTC
Thin light came in through the window. The moon was waxing, but its beams were weak and though they touched the room, they did little to illuminate it. It didn’t matter. Everything was blurry to him, anyway
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Small Hours [7/?]
anonymous
February 15 2009, 06:23:06 UTC
His eyes were burning. Estonia drew in a deep breath and carefully wiped them with the cuff of his pyjama sleeve. The cold was gone, the ice and the snow were gone, and the lights were gone, too. He was not in the north watching the aurora with that one, his beloved, by his side. He was in his brother’s guest room, wrapped in crisp white sheets and wool quilts
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Small Hours [8/?]
anonymous
February 15 2009, 06:24:02 UTC
The hallway was dark, but there was a dim light visible through the crack beneath the door of the other guest room. Estonia rapped on it and waited. His insides twisted, and when he heard the soft voice inside say “Come in”, he began trembling nervously. Drawing in a deep breath, he counted to ten, then slipped inside
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Small Hours [9/10]
anonymous
February 15 2009, 06:25:25 UTC
Eventually they broke for air, lingering, breath mixing together. Estonia’s cheeks were flushed red, but he noticed Poland’s, too, were dusted a light rose-colour, though in his case not likely from shyness, as he looked rather pleased with himself. They watched each other a moment, silent and content. Then, nestling close, Poland began to brush kisses over Estonia’s cheek, his jaw, his throat
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Small Hours [10/10]
anonymous
February 15 2009, 06:26:35 UTC
Looking unsure, Poland rested his hands on Estonia’s shoulders, which seemed to be as safe a place as any in the current situation. Biting his lip, he seemed to consider, and after a moment simply said, “I don’t get it.”
Estonia couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Poland, where are we?”
“Uh... the bedroom?”
“Mmhmm, and where is that?”
“Um...”
Estonia stared at him, waiting for the query to process. When it didn’t, he sighed, and kissed Poland’s forehead. “This room,” he said in a scholarly, matter-of-fact tone, “is located right next to the room where a certain other nation is sleeping. Not only is this nation our gracious host; he also happens to be my older brother.” Pausing for effect, he watched as Poland’s eyes widened slightly. The query went through. The hamster wheel was turning. “Forgive me if I’m not comfortable doing... things... like this, in this situation
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Re: Small Hours [10/10]
anonymous
February 15 2009, 15:49:15 UTC
Ahaha, your declaration of love is much appreciated. ♥! Don't worry, I am working on part two. I intend to (hopefully) have it done in time for Eesti's independence day! (Estonia certainly is adorable and writing this has made me love him even more. :D )
Re: Small Hours [10/10]
anonymous
February 15 2009, 16:56:01 UTC
oh, Anon.
I would be the first to admit that I can't see Poland thinking of Estonia as anything than a little brother, but this is so amazing that I might just have to reconsider. Thank you♥
(Oh, and Estonia's memories of Finland pretty much made me cry. ;__;)
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“Which one?” Lithuania asked dryly, not bothering to glance up from the sink full of dishes he was washing.
“Ha. Very funny. Estonia, dummy.” Poland rolled his eyes and grabbed a cookie from the cooling rack, biting down delicately. “Mmnh. But, yeah. Him. He’s like, totally delicious. Seriously.”
“Hmph. Well, maybe he is, but I certainly wouldn’t know. He’s my brother, after all.”
“So what?” Poland replied with a smirk. “I bet you’ve heard about what Canada and America get up to. They’re brothers, too ( ... )
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“Poland, what are you-“
Before the nation could get the entire sentence out, Poland kissed him, claiming his lips almost hungrily. Blue-green eyes widened, accompanied by a startled noise that sounded suspiciously like a squeak, but he did not pull away and instead rested his shy, trembling hands on Poland’s shoulders, much to his surprise and pleasure. After a moment he broke the kiss lightly, lingering, then smirked and said in a low voice, “Bet you weren’t expecting that“N-no,” Estonia replied. His cheeks were flushed pepper-red and he trembled slightly. “I wasn’t.” Licking his lips, he paused, seeming to consider something for a moment before ( ... )
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Poland schooled his expression as he fetched the lemon juice and went about preparing the tea, though he had a feeling it did not matter, as at that distance Estonia surely couldn’t see him well enough to make out his features. He was watching him, however, and it made Poland’s guts twist. Maybe the whole thing hadn’t been such a good idea. “Why do you say that?”
There was a long pause, then Estonia asked quietly, “You’re dating my brother, aren’t you?”
“What the hell?! No!” Turning to face him, Poland stared, and at the sight of Estonia’s dead-serious expression he burst out laughing, much to the other’s surprise. “Liet? No way! You like, can’t be serious. I ain’t with him. Where’d you get a crazy idea like that?”
The blush had faded a bit from Estonia’s cheeks, but at Poland’s outburst it returned in full force. “I-it’s just, you two act like it, kind of. And I’ve heard things ( ... )
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Looking unsure, Poland rested his hands on Estonia’s shoulders, which seemed to be as safe a place as any in the current situation. Biting his lip, he seemed to consider, and after a moment simply said, “I don’t get it.”
Estonia couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Poland, where are we?”
“Uh... the bedroom?”
“Mmhmm, and where is that?”
“Um...”
Estonia stared at him, waiting for the query to process. When it didn’t, he sighed, and kissed Poland’s forehead. “This room,” he said in a scholarly, matter-of-fact tone, “is located right next to the room where a certain other nation is sleeping. Not only is this nation our gracious host; he also happens to be my older brother.” Pausing for effect, he watched as Poland’s eyes widened slightly. The query went through. The hamster wheel was turning. “Forgive me if I’m not comfortable doing... things... like this, in this situation ( ... )
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*pleading face*
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Sequel would be VERY nice <3333
This is so sweet ;u; Oh Estonia~~~~ why so adorable??
I love you, anon!
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Don't worry, I am working on part two. I intend to (hopefully) have it done in time for Eesti's independence day!
(Estonia certainly is adorable and writing this has made me love him even more. :D )
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I would be the first to admit that I can't see Poland thinking of Estonia as anything than a little brother, but this is so amazing that I might just have to reconsider. Thank you♥
(Oh, and Estonia's memories of Finland pretty much made me cry. ;__;)
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