Those who haven’t read “Small Hours” might want to read it before reading this fill - though it should be easy enough to follow even if one hasn’t read it.
Many apologies to the OP for taking so long with this; school got in the way, and then the story got REALLY long. Er. Yes. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys it!
And anyone who reads the whole thing has my endless love, because this story is REALLY long, oh dear!
Starry Night [1]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:07:38 UTC
The airport hummed with people. Some rushed about, heading toward departures, looking scruffy and harried. Others loitered by the arrivals area, waiting for their loved ones. As the incoming flight was announced Estonia looked up from where he sat, tilted his head, and listened. Until that point he had been quickly typing, but as he realized what flight it was, they stilled their motions
( ... )
Starry Night [2]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:07:58 UTC
It was the afternoon of the eighteenth of February. Days ago he had been at his brother’s house, celebrating Lithuania’s thousandth birthday. There had been light and laughter and drinks all around, so many kind words given and embraces exchanged. Though Estonia engaged in the revels with the rest of them, his mind had not been as concentrated on his brother’s happiness as it should have been. The night before the celebrations had been strange, almost surreal, and while he laughed and drank with family and friends his thoughts kept drifting back to it, and he had difficulty believing the entire thing had happened at all. Yet thought he questioned it, there was no question that the exchange in the night’s small hours had taken place. When Estonia raised his glass to toast his brother, his eyes locked with Poland’s across the table, and he stumbled over his words before managing a graceful recovery
( ... )
Starry Night [3]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:08:40 UTC
The drive home from the airport was a rather awkward one. Poland chattered, appearing not to notice how nervous Estonia was or the way his hands shook at the steering wheel. It was not until they arrived and stepped inside out of the cold that Poland gave any indication of knowing something was the matter
( ... )
Starry Night [5]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:09:44 UTC
Night crept upon them and slipped a black cloth over the sky, quietly plunging the world into inky dark. Finally, the chimes of a striking clock sent them to their bedrooms
( ... )
Starry Night [6]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:10:19 UTC
“I-Is it?” he replied, blinking owlishly. “Well, all right, I could get you some more of those wool blankets; they’re warm, so one or two would...” Estonia trailed off as Poland shook his head
( ... )
Starry Night [7]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:10:53 UTC
Estonia spent the next day completely unable to concentrate on anything whatsoever. When the alarm clock jarred him awake that morning, its incessant beeping had been accompanied by Poland groaning as he squirmed and covered his head with a pillow
( ... )
Starry Night [8]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:11:21 UTC
He returned later than he intended, and as he walked up the driveway Estonia found his stomach doing flip-flops once more. He slipped into his house quietly, barely daring to breathe, as if afraid that the mere exhale of breath would shatter the morning’s reality. In a matter of seconds he discovered that his fear was unfounded. As he pressed the door behind him he could hear the sound of cheerful singing coming from the kitchen.
Paluszki, paluszki, I love paluszki, Paluszki, paluszki, Yes, I do! And I’ll make paluszki, Paluszki, paluszki I’ll make paluszki And eat it all!Estonia couldn’t help but chuckle at the song. “You’d better save some for me, or I won’t forgive you!” he called out as he unbuttoned his coat
( ... )
Starry Night [9]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:12:03 UTC
Late that evening they rested together, draped over the sofa and wrapped up in comfortable silence. Poland lay with his head on Estonia’s chest, seeming as if he was almost dozing, as if he had not recovered from being jolted awake so early in the morning and needed the opportunity to snatch some sleep. After a time, however, he broke the silence, never one to leave things quiet for long. “Hey, Estonia
( ... )
Starry Night [10]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:12:55 UTC
Estonia bit his tongue and the snap of pain brought him back to reality. He took a deep breath, squeezed Poland’s hand tightly, then opened his eyes and said, “Please, don’t. Um. Don’t do that
( ... )
Starry Night [11]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:13:29 UTC
The next day passed quickly. The conversation they had engaged in the night before was forgotten, or so it seemed. Estonia did not say a word about it, and Poland didn’t question him - though it seemed that he was more cautious about touching Estonia’s hands, more careful about how it was done and more aware of both time and place
( ... )
Starry Night [14]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:15:26 UTC
They repeated the song over and over as they danced and soon their steps were disordered and their singing punctuated by laughter. Faster, faster, until finally dizziness caused them to collapse in the snow, breathless and giggling. Somehow the cold didn’t touch them, or perhaps it did, but they didn’t care
( ... )
Starry Night [15]
anonymous
April 23 2009, 20:16:11 UTC
Numbed from euphoria, Estonia rested in bed and listened to the ticking of the bedside clock and the sound of Poland brushing his teeth in the washroom. When they had returned to his house it was a ridiculously late hour, but in spite of what the clock said, the expected exhaustion did not hang over him. The night’s energy ran through him and somehow he could still feel the cool air pinching him through his coat and the falling snowflakes melting on his cheeks
( ... )
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=3694282
The following fill, “Starry Night”, is a sequel to (or continuation of) a fill I wrote for the above prompt, a Poland/Estonia story titled “Small Hours”. Link to that is here:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/3274.html?thread=4387786
Those who haven’t read “Small Hours” might want to read it before reading this fill - though it should be easy enough to follow even if one hasn’t read it.
Many apologies to the OP for taking so long with this; school got in the way, and then the story got REALLY long. Er. Yes. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys it!
And anyone who reads the whole thing has my endless love, because this story is REALLY long, oh dear!
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Paluszki, paluszki,
I love paluszki,
Paluszki, paluszki,
Yes, I do!
And I’ll make paluszki,
Paluszki, paluszki
I’ll make paluszki
And eat it all!Estonia couldn’t help but chuckle at the song. “You’d better save some for me, or I won’t forgive you!” he called out as he unbuttoned his coat ( ... )
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