Ivan - Part 2
anonymous
June 29 2009, 01:18:48 UTC
Dear Russia
No, too formal.
Beloved Brother
No...it sounded too creepy-stalker. That was the way she knew she usually came across to him, and she wanted this to be different, wanted him to think about this letter seriously.
Ivan
Yes. Short, and straight to the point.
Ivan, I...I'm not even sure how to begin this letter, or where I'm going with it. I haven't planned it out; and I'm not going to erase anything I write, because if I do, I'll erase and erase and never be happy with anything I write. So I'm just going to leave it all as I write it the first time, and send it, with no editations or corrections. It will be straight from my heart.
Ivan...brother...I love you.
I know what you're thinking right now. You're probably smiling in amusement, that cheerful little smile of yours, the one that scares everyone else but which is so endearing to me, the one I think about whenever I think of you, because it's such a part of you, as much as that scarf our sister made for you, and when she made it, you were so happy, and you smiled
( ... )
not-op is crying
anonymous
June 29 2009, 04:16:08 UTC
;_;...oh god. You just made me sympathize for Belarus. HARD.
I...I love you. The emotion here is so serious, and so real, and really, that is the perfect motivation behind Natalia's actions, and I just...oh man. I need to hug something now.
Re: not-op is crying
anonymous
June 30 2009, 02:05:41 UTC
author!anon is very glad you thought it was real, because she was extremely worried this was going to come across as fake. And that would suck, because author!anon loves this request, and wanted to do it justice.
Thank you for liking it! It is author!anon's first fill, so she was quite nervous about it.
Ivan - Part 3
anonymous
June 30 2009, 02:09:04 UTC
Belarus looked down at what she has written and frowned. She didn't like it; in fact, she hated it. She wanted to just tear it up and throw it away. But...she couldn't...she didn't think she could work up the courage and strength to write such a letter again, if she got rid of this one. No, she would keep it and mail it and see what happened.
She took her time picking out an envelope. She knew the envelope should be the least of her worries, but she thought that maybe if it had a nice envelope, Ivan would be less likely to just throw it away as soon as he saw it, like she knew he did the last time she sent him something (because he'd told her that's what he'd done). But none of the pretty, fancy, nice envelopes were quite what she was looking for. She didn't even know what she was looking for. But certainly not these, these abominations of pink and red and hearts. This was what you were supposed to use to mail a letter to your beloved? Hah. Ivan would laugh, and so would Natalia, if she recived something like this. She certainly
( ... )
Ivan - Part 5
anonymous
June 30 2009, 02:19:04 UTC
Belarus checked her mail compulsively the next few days. This was unusual for her, who would often leave her mail piling up for weeks just because she didn't care. She would watch out the window for the mailman, and then run up to him, demanding to know if he had anything for her. On the days he did, she felt her heart soar in excitement, only to fall to the ground in despair when it just ended up being junk mail, or something from one of the other countries. She would throw this stuff to the ground angrily, yelling at him that didn't he have anything else for her? Anything at all? And the mailman would simply shake his head and wish her better luck tomorrow
( ... )
Ivan - Part 6, Final
anonymous
June 30 2009, 02:25:35 UTC
Natalia waited to open the precious envelope until she was in her office, seated at her desk. She didn't want to open it on her way inside, or up the stairs, because she couldn't read carefully while running, and she didn't want to catch glimpses of it, but be unable to read it correctly.
When she sat down, she opened the envelope carefully, using a letter opener, sliding it under the flap and prying it up gently. In her excitement, she just wanted to tear it open, but somehow, that didn't seem quite right.
She finally got it open and pulled out the pages of notebook paper, like what she'd used, in her brother's handwriting that she would know anywhere. She felt her heart give a lurch at that. He'd written his reply, he hadn't typed it, and that meant a lot to her. Her brother hated writing things; he was slow at it, and he had to concentrate hard to write legibly. And judging from the carefully-made, easy to read characters, he'd spent a good deal of time on this, and that meant more to her than he'd ever know.
Feels dumb now, because she went and took another look at the original request, and she totally would have loved to have put that bonus in there. It would have fit just fine. But she forgot. D:
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No, too formal.
Beloved Brother
No...it sounded too creepy-stalker. That was the way she knew she usually came across to him, and she wanted this to be different, wanted him to think about this letter seriously.
Ivan
Yes. Short, and straight to the point.
Ivan, I...I'm not even sure how to begin this letter, or where I'm going with it. I haven't planned it out; and I'm not going to erase anything I write, because if I do, I'll erase and erase and never be happy with anything I write. So I'm just going to leave it all as I write it the first time, and send it, with no editations or corrections. It will be straight from my heart.
Ivan...brother...I love you.
I know what you're thinking right now. You're probably smiling in amusement, that cheerful little smile of yours, the one that scares everyone else but which is so endearing to me, the one I think about whenever I think of you, because it's such a part of you, as much as that scarf our sister made for you, and when she made it, you were so happy, and you smiled ( ... )
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I...I love you. The emotion here is so serious, and so real, and really, that is the perfect motivation behind Natalia's actions, and I just...oh man. I need to hug something now.
Thank you.
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Thank you for liking it! It is author!anon's first fill, so she was quite nervous about it.
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She took her time picking out an envelope. She knew the envelope should be the least of her worries, but she thought that maybe if it had a nice envelope, Ivan would be less likely to just throw it away as soon as he saw it, like she knew he did the last time she sent him something (because he'd told her that's what he'd done). But none of the pretty, fancy, nice envelopes were quite what she was looking for. She didn't even know what she was looking for. But certainly not these, these abominations of pink and red and hearts. This was what you were supposed to use to mail a letter to your beloved? Hah. Ivan would laugh, and so would Natalia, if she recived something like this. She certainly ( ... )
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When she sat down, she opened the envelope carefully, using a letter opener, sliding it under the flap and prying it up gently. In her excitement, she just wanted to tear it open, but somehow, that didn't seem quite right.
She finally got it open and pulled out the pages of notebook paper, like what she'd used, in her brother's handwriting that she would know anywhere. She felt her heart give a lurch at that. He'd written his reply, he hadn't typed it, and that meant a lot to her. Her brother hated writing things; he was slow at it, and he had to concentrate hard to write legibly. And judging from the carefully-made, easy to read characters, he'd spent a good deal of time on this, and that meant more to her than he'd ever know.
Natalia ( ... )
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BTW...National Vodka Day... is that 4 real? xD
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