[Fanfic]Eventide Glow
Title: Eventide Glow
Characters/Pairing: Luciano (Brazil) / Martin (Argentina), mentioning of Vina (OC), Sebastian (Uruguay) and Daniel (Paraguay).
Summary: The life of Lu and Martin as Parents.
For my dear zulenha. <33
The sound of the telenovela is mixing with the noises coming from outside but the watcher barely notices since his mind is hardly on it in the first place. The sun is still high on the sky but is slowly sliding towards the west. The blue will soon turn to purple then orange before finalize in navy blue.
Door being opened only to be shut immediately, no sound of footsteps running therefore it’s not the young child.
“I need a break from our little brat.”
Luciano raises his head upon hearing the typical Argentinean complain, only to see Martin crushes into the loveseat that the Brazilian is currently sitting at the moment with full force of tiredness. A sign of exhaustion if not frustration involves.
“You are the one who almost die of happiness when she finally decide to play with you.”
“That was back then, and I was irritated because she spent more time with you than me.”
“You can’t blame her for that,” Luciano laughs as he turns the volume of the telenovela down, “after all, you did disappoint her with that cow suit.”
“Screw you for making me abandon my dignity in attempt of winning my daughter’s heart,” and failed, although it’s going to be impossible for Martin to admit that.
“You did look cute though,” Luciano comments before dodges from a random flying fist. Of course he won’t tell Martin that he has actually kept more than one copy of the Argentinean in the cow suit in secret places. Who would endanger the precious copies by exposing them under the rage of an Argentizilla?
The Brazilian laughs because of the unconsciously made Argentinean catcall, then lower the laugher as he notices how exhausted the Argentinean is.
Vina surely knows how to overtire someone while still maintains her energy.
Luciano robs one of his hands over Martin’s blond hair and feels the soft texture of it.
They can hear their daughter’s laughter coming from outside. Sebastian and Daniel have come to pick Vina up for rest of the day like they promised. Their daughter. Oh their daughter. How much do they love her, although she has perhaps brought them more troubles and headaches than they have ever wanted.
A tug at the end of shirt every once for a while, a small body that collides into their bed in the mornings like a bullet; a delicate face that finally blooms upon seeing them.
Every moment when Martin plucks the child up into the air is worth of a picture. Luciano has gotten used to carrying a camera with him wherever he goes for that. Catching the moments that fly faster than light.
Sometimes something is just larger than life. Luciano muses. Much, much larger than one would ever want it to be, but it usually vanishes before anyone has gotten a good glimpse of it.
Vina. Vinita. Vinazinha.
The daughter. The baby. The child.
“I wonder how would she look like when she grows up.”
“That’s a terrible idea you’ve just proposed and please allow me to reject it,” Martin winces just from hearing the question, “I have no desire to go through the adolescence of any girl, not even my little girl.”
“Why not? I think that she will be a beauty.” Luciano says before placing a kiss on Martin’s hair and smelling the scent of mate. Something that he secretly likes but would never tells Martin.
“As long as she doesn’t get that Brazilian look of yours,” Martin murmurs the reply before he dazzles off as Vina’s voice sounds further and further from outside. She will have a good time with those two, who seem to have more patience than either of them, but in the end she always demands to come home, with her stuff cow holding tightly in her arms.
She looks so cute when she smiles with that little angelic face that looks so much like Martin’s. Even though thinking about she might have inherited Martin’s personality makes Luciano shiver before almost laughs out uncontrollably.
He would be forced to agree that Martin’s thought is correct for once, and it will surely be delightful to imagine Martin be damned because of their grown daughter. Still, there is time, there is always time before she grows into such dreadful yet beautiful thing. They are not being parents only to enjoy the short-lived beauty, do they?
Luciano smiles as sleeping Martin shifts in his arms and hugs him tighter. They will stay like this until the twilight falls, until stars grow on the night sky, until it's like there is no one else exists besides them and their little girl.
And he will enjoy every bit of it with no regret. Well, not much of it anyway.
Characters/Pairing: Luciano (Brazil) / Martin (Argentina), mentioning of Vina (OC), Sebastian (Uruguay) and Daniel (Paraguay).
Summary: The life of Lu and Martin as Parents.
For my dear zulenha. <33
The sound of the telenovela is mixing with the noises coming from outside but the watcher barely notices since his mind is hardly on it in the first place. The sun is still high on the sky but is slowly sliding towards the west. The blue will soon turn to purple then orange before finalize in navy blue.
Door being opened only to be shut immediately, no sound of footsteps running therefore it’s not the young child.
“I need a break from our little brat.”
Luciano raises his head upon hearing the typical Argentinean complain, only to see Martin crushes into the loveseat that the Brazilian is currently sitting at the moment with full force of tiredness. A sign of exhaustion if not frustration involves.
“You are the one who almost die of happiness when she finally decide to play with you.”
“That was back then, and I was irritated because she spent more time with you than me.”
“You can’t blame her for that,” Luciano laughs as he turns the volume of the telenovela down, “after all, you did disappoint her with that cow suit.”
“Screw you for making me abandon my dignity in attempt of winning my daughter’s heart,” and failed, although it’s going to be impossible for Martin to admit that.
“You did look cute though,” Luciano comments before dodges from a random flying fist. Of course he won’t tell Martin that he has actually kept more than one copy of the Argentinean in the cow suit in secret places. Who would endanger the precious copies by exposing them under the rage of an Argentizilla?
The Brazilian laughs because of the unconsciously made Argentinean catcall, then lower the laugher as he notices how exhausted the Argentinean is.
Vina surely knows how to overtire someone while still maintains her energy.
Luciano robs one of his hands over Martin’s blond hair and feels the soft texture of it.
They can hear their daughter’s laughter coming from outside. Sebastian and Daniel have come to pick Vina up for rest of the day like they promised. Their daughter. Oh their daughter. How much do they love her, although she has perhaps brought them more troubles and headaches than they have ever wanted.
A tug at the end of shirt every once for a while, a small body that collides into their bed in the mornings like a bullet; a delicate face that finally blooms upon seeing them.
Every moment when Martin plucks the child up into the air is worth of a picture. Luciano has gotten used to carrying a camera with him wherever he goes for that. Catching the moments that fly faster than light.
Sometimes something is just larger than life. Luciano muses. Much, much larger than one would ever want it to be, but it usually vanishes before anyone has gotten a good glimpse of it.
Vina. Vinita. Vinazinha.
The daughter. The baby. The child.
“I wonder how would she look like when she grows up.”
“That’s a terrible idea you’ve just proposed and please allow me to reject it,” Martin winces just from hearing the question, “I have no desire to go through the adolescence of any girl, not even my little girl.”
“Why not? I think that she will be a beauty.” Luciano says before placing a kiss on Martin’s hair and smelling the scent of mate. Something that he secretly likes but would never tells Martin.
“As long as she doesn’t get that Brazilian look of yours,” Martin murmurs the reply before he dazzles off as Vina’s voice sounds further and further from outside. She will have a good time with those two, who seem to have more patience than either of them, but in the end she always demands to come home, with her stuff cow holding tightly in her arms.
She looks so cute when she smiles with that little angelic face that looks so much like Martin’s. Even though thinking about she might have inherited Martin’s personality makes Luciano shiver before almost laughs out uncontrollably.
He would be forced to agree that Martin’s thought is correct for once, and it will surely be delightful to imagine Martin be damned because of their grown daughter. Still, there is time, there is always time before she grows into such dreadful yet beautiful thing. They are not being parents only to enjoy the short-lived beauty, do they?
Luciano smiles as sleeping Martin shifts in his arms and hugs him tighter. They will stay like this until the twilight falls, until stars grow on the night sky, until it's like there is no one else exists besides them and their little girl.
And he will enjoy every bit of it with no regret. Well, not much of it anyway.