Log; other ways you can show you care.
Who: Russia tothekolkhoz and Taiwan lu_dao_gu_niang
What: Russia goes check on Taiwan since she's gone for almost a day now.
Where: Their ship, the S.S. Sunflower.
When: The morning after this post and before this post.
Rating/warnings: GGGGGGGG. Warning is Russia being nice. No, really.
***
Russia didn't find it strange that Taiwan was avoiding people since yesterday. After all, the whole thing with Lithuania seemed to affect her a lot, and he didn't bother to think much of it. This morning, however, he walked around the ship and she was nowhere to be seen. Far from worried - he'd just like his breakfast, thank you very much - he decided to check on her. After walking down the hallway, he stopped in front of her room for a while before taking his arm up to knock on her bedroom door. "Taiwan?"
It had been really hard for her to go to sleep the night before, and it was restless, broken sleep. She couldn't help wondering if maybe Lithuania had left because of something she'd done - he'd run out when they were talking, after all... And she still didn't know how to answer his question. Her eyes were still a little red, and though she was dressed for the day, she didn't exactly look presentable.
Someone was knocking at the door, and for a moment she wondered if it was Lithuania - but he never knocked like that, commanding and assertive. Which meant... "Ah I'm late!" and she nearly tripped as she ran to the door to open it. "I'm sorry-!"
He instinctively smiles down at her as she opens the door, but his eyes open a little to look at her, noticing the red in her eyes and her pale skin, as well as other clear signs of lack of sleep. He doesn't comment to it, however, just smiling slightly as he speaks. "It's alright. You just weren't around since yesterday. I just wanted to know if you--" he pauses, thinking his words "--if there's something wrong."
"N-nothing other than..." she chokes a little on his name, "than Lithuania being missing. I should've made breakfast already, I'm sorry..." She starts to step towards the galley of the ship, "what do you want to eat?"
He nods silently, letting her walk by, following her down the hallway. "I'm alright with anything. I tried to find something to eat but I can't seem to get around with the way you organized the kitchen."
"A-ah, that's just the way I'm comfortable- I should probably leave some snacks out anyway... At least for the o-others." She pauses for a moment at that, thinking about the person who most definitely wasn't there. Usually Lithuania helped her at least with cleaning up in the morning, and it was nice to have someone to talk to while they washed and dried the dishes together. "Well we can have co- I'll make some tea, and there's still bread from the last batch I made... We can have that with eggs. Would that be all right?"
He can tell every slip of her speech, as well as her shaky voice and her hesitation. He knows, for once, it's not because of him, but he chooses not to mention it, to try to keep both of them from thinking about it. He nods, though she can't see from where she is. "Da, that sounds alright."
It was a little easier in the kitchen, where she could more or less lose herself in the motions of cooking. That always made her feel a little better, even if she was a little self-conscious knowing Russia was waiting and watching her. She put the eggs and warm bread on a serving plate on the table and then went to get three plates from the cabinet.
He sits quietly at the table as she moves around the kitchen, watching her as she gets their breakfast ready. He eyes the bread and eggs when she puts them down on the table, then glancing up at her when she comes back with three plates, but says nothing.
She sees Russia's questioning glance, looks down at the plates and her eyes start to tear up again. Despite her best effort, the tears drip down onto the plates, and she puts them down on the table - in case she dropped them. "I-I'll be right back-" and she moves to leave the room.
He stares in surprise as he sees tears fall down on the plates, not sure of what to say or do. He isn't given much free time to think about it when she puts the plates down and turns around, and he quickly stands up, not really thinking as he takes a hold of her arm before she can walk away.
Russia's hand on her arm makes her freeze in place, and she turns her head away; she really doesn't want him to see her cry. "I-I'm sorry, I forgot..." she whispers. He hadn't even been gone that long! It was just so frightening to know that even Russia couldn't locate him, didn't know where he was... And despite what America had said, she couldn't help thinking that, maybe, this time he'd left without saying anything for a reason...
He tugs on her arm a bit, trying to make her turn to look at him. He can't have someone in the crew falling apart right now, not when one is already missing. He stands there, waiting for her to turn around, not saying anything since he didn't really think of what he'd do after stopping her.
She wipes her eyes with the edge of her sleeve. Russia hadn't let her go... She turns to face him, her eyes still red, but at least they were mostly dry now. "S-sorry..." she repeats again. She doesn't know what to say.
He wants to say something, anything, but the words seem to get stuck in his throat, the smile no longer on his face as he observes her. He clears his throat then speaks calmly, still not letting go of her. "It's alright."
"I-i'm just so worried," Taiwan says helplessly. "If even you can't find him..."
"It's alright. I told you." the words come out before he can think twice about it "I told you already, we will find him."
She looks up (and up) at him now. Without even thinking about it - perhaps even without conscious volition, she steps a little closer...
He blinks confusedly, his grip on her arm slackening a little as she steps closer to him. He doesn't have much time to react any other way, so he just stands there, observing her.
With a sob, she buries her face in the front of Russia's shirt; quite obviously she hadn't managed to cry herself out the night before. She doesn't even seem to realize what she was doing; and why should she be so upset about it...?
His eyes widen in surprise; that's probably as close as she ever got to him, and this is the first time someone is crying on him for comfort - his brain races with millions of different thoughts but his body just freezes there, and if there's a word to describe how he feels right now is-- awkward.
It takes her a few moments to stop crying, and another to realize exactly what she'd just done. But well...she wasn't dead so- She steps back a little, peeking up to look at Russia's expression timidly...
He's not even looking at her right now, his gaze focused somewhere off in the distance, his face as devoid of expression as possible. He doesn't even realize she's staring up at him, his arm still hanging up in the air, hand close to her back.
She winces and starts to pull away. Maybe she should start running, but it's not as though there were many places she could go...
Russia slowly snaps out of it, and he looks down at her as she starts to pull away. In a quick but hesitant movement, he leans down to give her a small, awkward hug - he's not even sure it's an actual hug, but he does it anyway. Because that's what people do to comfort others, right?
The hug surprises her, and her eyes widen. She's surprised it doesn't set her off again, but... it felt nice... "I'm sorry...I shouldn't be like this," she said a little bit awkwardly. "T-thank you..."
He closes his eyes for a bit - well that's a lot easier than what he thought - then he pulls away, smile on his lips again. He hesitates for a moment before patting her on the head lightly. "It's nothing. You're just worried."
She pouted for a moment; she wasn't that young anymore, was she...? But then, all her brothers did the same... "I-I feel a little better now-" she said, looking a little past Russia at the table. "S-should we eat..? Before everything gets too cold..."
He turns his head to glance at the food on the table. Well, there's no use in wasting away the food, even if he's not that hungry anymore. "Yes, probably." He turns around and walks to sit on the table, waiting for her to join him.
She almost defiantly leaves the third plate on the table and takes her own. She doesn't eat a lot, but she does keep darting questioning glances at Russia throughout the delayed breakfast.
Russia doesn't pay much attention to the glances, though he's aware of them. He eats his egg and bread silently, sipping on the tea occasionally.
She clears the breakfast dishes when they're done, wrapping up the leftovers and putting them away. She ties on an apron and goes to the sink to start washing the dishes.
As she walks to the sink, he stands up, starting to walk towards the sink but stopping midway. "...do you need any help?"
She tries on a smile; this time it doesn't seem nearly as out of place. "No, thank you," she says almost cheerfully. "It's not that much today."
He nods, muttering an 'Alright' before turning around and waling out the kitchen, walking down to his room to check on the GPS again.
What: Russia goes check on Taiwan since she's gone for almost a day now.
Where: Their ship, the S.S. Sunflower.
When: The morning after this post and before this post.
Rating/warnings: GGGGGGGG. Warning is Russia being nice. No, really.
***
Russia didn't find it strange that Taiwan was avoiding people since yesterday. After all, the whole thing with Lithuania seemed to affect her a lot, and he didn't bother to think much of it. This morning, however, he walked around the ship and she was nowhere to be seen. Far from worried - he'd just like his breakfast, thank you very much - he decided to check on her. After walking down the hallway, he stopped in front of her room for a while before taking his arm up to knock on her bedroom door. "Taiwan?"
It had been really hard for her to go to sleep the night before, and it was restless, broken sleep. She couldn't help wondering if maybe Lithuania had left because of something she'd done - he'd run out when they were talking, after all... And she still didn't know how to answer his question. Her eyes were still a little red, and though she was dressed for the day, she didn't exactly look presentable.
Someone was knocking at the door, and for a moment she wondered if it was Lithuania - but he never knocked like that, commanding and assertive. Which meant... "Ah I'm late!" and she nearly tripped as she ran to the door to open it. "I'm sorry-!"
He instinctively smiles down at her as she opens the door, but his eyes open a little to look at her, noticing the red in her eyes and her pale skin, as well as other clear signs of lack of sleep. He doesn't comment to it, however, just smiling slightly as he speaks. "It's alright. You just weren't around since yesterday. I just wanted to know if you--" he pauses, thinking his words "--if there's something wrong."
"N-nothing other than..." she chokes a little on his name, "than Lithuania being missing. I should've made breakfast already, I'm sorry..." She starts to step towards the galley of the ship, "what do you want to eat?"
He nods silently, letting her walk by, following her down the hallway. "I'm alright with anything. I tried to find something to eat but I can't seem to get around with the way you organized the kitchen."
"A-ah, that's just the way I'm comfortable- I should probably leave some snacks out anyway... At least for the o-others." She pauses for a moment at that, thinking about the person who most definitely wasn't there. Usually Lithuania helped her at least with cleaning up in the morning, and it was nice to have someone to talk to while they washed and dried the dishes together. "Well we can have co- I'll make some tea, and there's still bread from the last batch I made... We can have that with eggs. Would that be all right?"
He can tell every slip of her speech, as well as her shaky voice and her hesitation. He knows, for once, it's not because of him, but he chooses not to mention it, to try to keep both of them from thinking about it. He nods, though she can't see from where she is. "Da, that sounds alright."
It was a little easier in the kitchen, where she could more or less lose herself in the motions of cooking. That always made her feel a little better, even if she was a little self-conscious knowing Russia was waiting and watching her. She put the eggs and warm bread on a serving plate on the table and then went to get three plates from the cabinet.
He sits quietly at the table as she moves around the kitchen, watching her as she gets their breakfast ready. He eyes the bread and eggs when she puts them down on the table, then glancing up at her when she comes back with three plates, but says nothing.
She sees Russia's questioning glance, looks down at the plates and her eyes start to tear up again. Despite her best effort, the tears drip down onto the plates, and she puts them down on the table - in case she dropped them. "I-I'll be right back-" and she moves to leave the room.
He stares in surprise as he sees tears fall down on the plates, not sure of what to say or do. He isn't given much free time to think about it when she puts the plates down and turns around, and he quickly stands up, not really thinking as he takes a hold of her arm before she can walk away.
Russia's hand on her arm makes her freeze in place, and she turns her head away; she really doesn't want him to see her cry. "I-I'm sorry, I forgot..." she whispers. He hadn't even been gone that long! It was just so frightening to know that even Russia couldn't locate him, didn't know where he was... And despite what America had said, she couldn't help thinking that, maybe, this time he'd left without saying anything for a reason...
He tugs on her arm a bit, trying to make her turn to look at him. He can't have someone in the crew falling apart right now, not when one is already missing. He stands there, waiting for her to turn around, not saying anything since he didn't really think of what he'd do after stopping her.
She wipes her eyes with the edge of her sleeve. Russia hadn't let her go... She turns to face him, her eyes still red, but at least they were mostly dry now. "S-sorry..." she repeats again. She doesn't know what to say.
He wants to say something, anything, but the words seem to get stuck in his throat, the smile no longer on his face as he observes her. He clears his throat then speaks calmly, still not letting go of her. "It's alright."
"I-i'm just so worried," Taiwan says helplessly. "If even you can't find him..."
"It's alright. I told you." the words come out before he can think twice about it "I told you already, we will find him."
She looks up (and up) at him now. Without even thinking about it - perhaps even without conscious volition, she steps a little closer...
He blinks confusedly, his grip on her arm slackening a little as she steps closer to him. He doesn't have much time to react any other way, so he just stands there, observing her.
With a sob, she buries her face in the front of Russia's shirt; quite obviously she hadn't managed to cry herself out the night before. She doesn't even seem to realize what she was doing; and why should she be so upset about it...?
His eyes widen in surprise; that's probably as close as she ever got to him, and this is the first time someone is crying on him for comfort - his brain races with millions of different thoughts but his body just freezes there, and if there's a word to describe how he feels right now is-- awkward.
It takes her a few moments to stop crying, and another to realize exactly what she'd just done. But well...she wasn't dead so- She steps back a little, peeking up to look at Russia's expression timidly...
He's not even looking at her right now, his gaze focused somewhere off in the distance, his face as devoid of expression as possible. He doesn't even realize she's staring up at him, his arm still hanging up in the air, hand close to her back.
She winces and starts to pull away. Maybe she should start running, but it's not as though there were many places she could go...
Russia slowly snaps out of it, and he looks down at her as she starts to pull away. In a quick but hesitant movement, he leans down to give her a small, awkward hug - he's not even sure it's an actual hug, but he does it anyway. Because that's what people do to comfort others, right?
The hug surprises her, and her eyes widen. She's surprised it doesn't set her off again, but... it felt nice... "I'm sorry...I shouldn't be like this," she said a little bit awkwardly. "T-thank you..."
He closes his eyes for a bit - well that's a lot easier than what he thought - then he pulls away, smile on his lips again. He hesitates for a moment before patting her on the head lightly. "It's nothing. You're just worried."
She pouted for a moment; she wasn't that young anymore, was she...? But then, all her brothers did the same... "I-I feel a little better now-" she said, looking a little past Russia at the table. "S-should we eat..? Before everything gets too cold..."
He turns his head to glance at the food on the table. Well, there's no use in wasting away the food, even if he's not that hungry anymore. "Yes, probably." He turns around and walks to sit on the table, waiting for her to join him.
She almost defiantly leaves the third plate on the table and takes her own. She doesn't eat a lot, but she does keep darting questioning glances at Russia throughout the delayed breakfast.
Russia doesn't pay much attention to the glances, though he's aware of them. He eats his egg and bread silently, sipping on the tea occasionally.
She clears the breakfast dishes when they're done, wrapping up the leftovers and putting them away. She ties on an apron and goes to the sink to start washing the dishes.
As she walks to the sink, he stands up, starting to walk towards the sink but stopping midway. "...do you need any help?"
She tries on a smile; this time it doesn't seem nearly as out of place. "No, thank you," she says almost cheerfully. "It's not that much today."
He nods, muttering an 'Alright' before turning around and waling out the kitchen, walking down to his room to check on the GPS again.