He laid for a while, tense, feeling that something- something was definitely WRONG.
The bottles of vodka on his nightstand - checked. The faucet laying near him – checked. The scarf around his neck – checked. The shields with faces of America, Poland and more or less the rest of the world – yup, still on the walls. Belarus holding his hand in an iron-like grip-
Gone.
If possible, Russia tensed even more.
Very, very slowly he grasped his faucet and moved to the corner of the bed. He gulped, closed his eyes, tightened his grip on the pipe and stuck it under the bed.
Nothing.
No tugging, no taking his faucet away from him and forcing him to tolerate the kisses and hugs so that he could get his precious pipe back and no Natasha jumping from under the bed and tackling him.
When his closet and shower turned out to be Belarus-free too, he began to be scared.
He dressed, ate breakfast, drank vodka, drank vodka some more, did some work, drank vodka again and all this time he was jumpy and almost in panic, as he didn’t see Natasha at all. He thought that Belarus prepared some kind of a trap and so his wariness of everything that was going on around him increased.
But the morning has passed and nothing out of ordinary happened. And as he couldn’t bear that passive wait for something, he decided to relax a little and harass Lithuania.
Now, if Belarus by some miracle was observing him all this time, she surely wouldn’t let him molest Toris. She never did. So it was also the excellent way to make Natasha show herself.
When after he stood in front of the door almost five minutes, knocking louder and louder, Lithuania finally answered him, he wasn’t happy at all with the state the other nation was in.
Random clothes were thrown on the more or less suitable parts of his body, autumn-brown hair were a mess, skin on the cheeks was flushed pink and he was visibly trying to breath calmly.
‘Oh it’s nothing, Lithuania, I just thought I’d visit my nice neighbor! Aren’t you happy to see me?’
‘Are you sure? You look worried…’
Ah, sweet Lithuania, always so predicting. Russia was just about to invite himself into the warm house, when Poland suddenly popped out from behind Toris.
Like the devil from the box, honestly.
‘Hey, like, what do you want?’ asked Feliks, standing between Ivan and Lithuania, who rolled his eyes and made a face. Russia smiled wider.
‘Just visiting a friend,’ he said happily. Poland waved his arms.
‘It’s like, so not cool right now, we’re totally busy here!’
Ivan was sure that Toris kicked Poland in the leg then, as Feliks jumped and turned around to face him with a pout and a glare. But when he looked at Lithuania, he was smiling innocently.
‘It’s all-‘ he began, but Ivan cut in.
‘Oh, I don’t mind. Actually, I’ll be very happy to join you,’ and now smile nr 15 version “I know exactly what you had been doing and I don’t mind watching”.
Poland flushed bright red and pointed a finger at him.
‘Totally NO! Go away!’
Toris took a hold of Poland’s arm and moved him to the side.
‘No, you go and I will take care of it,’ he said firmly, pushing at Feliks’ back. Poland pouted and obeyed, but not before sticking his tongue at Russia.
Ivan waved to him cheerfully, mouthing a ‘bye-bye’. Feliks showed him an index finger.
‘Um, so.’ Toris rubbed the back of his head and looked around. And then he froze suddenly.
‘Oh, where’s Belarus?’ he asked, honestly surprised. Ivan looked around too, like he thought that Belarus would jump from behind a tree (like Poland… it was a disturbing thought), and shrugged.
‘Oh,’ repeated Lithuania and the worried expression returned to his face. ‘Did you two, um,’ he blushed, seemingly uncomfortable. ‘Did you two, eh, have a fight?’
Ivan would laugh if he wasn’t so surprised. Before he could think of what to say, Toris came to his own conclusion.
‘I’m so sorry! I have no idea where she is, but I think you should ask Ukraine. She has a meeting with America right now. Don’t worry, it’ll be ok.’
Lithuania talked some more, brought him flowers (‘it always helps’), smiled, patted him on the arm, said ‘good luck’ and closed the door.
Russia stood frozen on the spot, waiting for pigs to start flying and white mousses to pop out of nowhere, sure that the world went crazy.
*
And really, he had NO IDEA why he went to America.
Ukraine greeted him with a smile and shaky but happy ‘H-hello brother!’. Alfred was not-so pleasantly surprised to see him, though.
‘What are you doing here?’ he asked, almost pouting, like unexpected visit from Russia offended him somehow. His eyes widened when he noticed what Russia was holding. ‘Are these- flowers?’
Ivan nodded, his attention focused on Ukraine, who was also looking at him with wonder in her big eyes.
‘You have flowers?’ Alfred couldn’t quite leave this alone. ‘Why do you have flowers? I mean, I saw you with sunflowers before, but roses? Dude, are you ok?’
Oh man, this was too much. Ivan glared at US. How dare he- he! – be worried about him?!
‘Lithuania has given them to me,’ he stated proudly, not really thinking. America’s eyes looked ready to popped out, mouth hanging open. Russia didn’t spare him a second look and turned to Ukraine.
‘Have you seen Natasha today?’
‘Shouldn’t she be with you?’ Ukraine seemed disturbed. And worried. And ready to go to him and hug him or something.
Ivan decided to strategically retreat.
‘Oh, no worries,’ he smiled, moving to the door. ‘I just wanted-‘
But Ukraine moved his gaze to the roses, then to him, Russia could almost hear when something clicked in her mind and before he could even blink, his head was stuck between big breasts and Ukraine was hugging him for all he was worth.
‘Oh, little brother, don’t worry, she’ll be back! Though you shouldn’t accept the roses from Lithuania, no wonder it offended her! You know how jealous she can get!’
Oh, uh. Ivan had no idea what to do with himself.
‘Wait- Lithuania gave you roses and so your girlfriend broke up with you? Aw man, this sucks,’ suddenly America was at his other side, patting his arm in the similar way Lithuania did, all sympathetic. ‘Come on, sit, I’ll bring some beer, no wait, you have vodka, doesn’t matter, hey, do you want me to call Francis? Or maybe better not, but what about Italy? All the girls like Italy so he has to know something about them, he could help…’
‘Isn’t it your first fight?’ Ukraine ruffled his hair affectingly. ‘Oh you poor thing, the first is always the worst!’
If Russia was alone with America, he would smile in the creepiest way possible, assured him that everything was okay by offending him in some way and US wouldn’t even think once about being all friendly with him. But with Ukraine it was different – his older sister had an amazing ability to make him feel small and little-brotherly, and he really didn’t know what to say or do.
So he let her lead him to the couch, sat down, felt her place a kiss on his forehead and watched as she went to the kitchen after the US, smiling reassuringly and saying something about making a tea and that she will pour some vodka into it too.
And he was left alone.
Finally.
When he started feeling like himself again, he immediately rushed to the door and left America’s house (yes, exactly, left, Russia was NOT running away, especially from America!). It wasn’t until he came back to his own place that he felt- free.
Completely, utterly Belarus-free.
No stalking. No hugging. No ‘let’s get married married married…’ floating in the air. No trying to top him with his faucet.
The sudden realization hit him hard. He. Could. BREATHE.
He drank to the newly freedom with the wide smile. Many would die from shock just from seeing Russia’s face at the moment.
It was like a dream came true!
*
For the first time in ages he did all the work he had planned to do, took a long bath (it was so weird that no one loomed from the water suddenly), drank vodka, played with the faucet, drank vodka and after all that he still had a free time.
He considered going to Lithuania again (if only for Poland to get furious, messing with his brother was fun), but he quickly dismissed this thought. He didn’t want Toris to get all helpful again. Annoying America was out of the question too. Ukraine – just NO.
Sweet Latvia didn’t disappoint him. He was like always shaking, deliciously nervous and in his beautiful, big eyes he could see unshed tears. He molested him a little, watching the boy blush and squirm and he really, really enjoyed every second of it.
Oh, the Baltic states, how he loved to harass them!
Then Estonia appeared and Russia was sure it was going to get only better, but Eduard looked at him from above his glasses, seeming mature and concerned, damn them all, and scolded him:
‘Russia, you shouldn’t bully him just to forget about Belarus!’
Ivan considered killing him for it.
*
The rest of the day was no fun at all.
Everyone was all nice to him, looked at him with a pity (just, what the hell) and treated him like he was about to break in a half. No matter how much he glared, smiled creepily, played suggestively with his faucet or tried to rape Lithuania.
And no, it wasn’t because his glares, smiles and rape-attempts were lacking something, thankyouverymuch. It was not this at all. He didn’t feel incomplete or anything. No, he was completely, utterly fine. No emptiness, no nothing.
When Poland offered him a vodka, smiling and acting suddenly like a good big brother, Russia decided that he had had enough.
He didn’t even bother to murder Feliks with his gaze. He accepted the vodka (little bastard had it good) and fled to his home, his scarf fluttering in a very dangerous way.
It was when he laid in his bed and tried to fell asleep that he notice that it was cold.
Very, very cold.
He tossed from one side to the other. Took an extra pillow. Snuggle his faucet close. Added a bottle of vodka. Drank that vodka and petted his pipe. Then tossed some more, sighed several times and suddenly stood up, tired and beyond furious.
He was going to find out what has happened with Belarus and the answer WILL make itself known, or else!
*
Now, it was really weird.
He was quite sure he wasn’t so completely drunk that he couldn’t get to Belarus house. Earlier he had gone through Latvia’s, Lithuania’s and Poland’s houses. Came back through Ukraine’s place. He was successfully going around Natasha’s home today, happy that he didn’t see her.
Now, when he tried to get into her house it- it just wasn’t there.
He had been going around and around, but when in Lithuania’s house he turned south, he was suddenly in Ukraine’s. And when he stood in Poland’s and headed east, there were only Lithuania and Ukraine again. No Belarus. Like- like the earth swallowed her or- or something.
Russia stood frozen on the spot, exactly on the border between Lithuania and Ukraine and it was WRONG, because they shouldn’t have a common border at all!
And Ivan felt something cold grows inside his chest. Belarus, Natasha, his- his little sister. Where the hell was his little sister?
Why didn’t he checked her place earlier, damnit? Forget it, why there wasn’t her place at all?
It was strange, disturbing, even painful. Belarus- gone? No more Natasha? No more stalking, hugging, bothering him? What would he do with himself? He needed someone to be afraid of!
Oh shit.
Ivan felt his world crush with sudden realization.
He needed Belarus. He needed stalking, hugging and even faucet-raping. He needed her – because without Natasha he wasn’t Russia.
Just when did this happen? It shouldn’t be like that. He should be completely self-sufficient!
Oh shit. Ohshitohshitohshitohshit…
*
And so Russia woke up.
He laid for a while, tense and confused, wondering what was he doing in his bed and how did he get there. Everything around him was strange and hazed. He blinked rapidly, frowning and feeling something weird attached to his right arm.
He almost jumped out of his skin when this something moved and rolled partially on top of him. Serious but still a little sleepy face of Belarus appeared in his vision.
‘Na-Natasha?’ he groaned. His tongue was heavy and he felt like he had a sock stuck in his mouth.
‘Здравствуйте, мой дорогой [hello, my darling]’ said Belarus, letting her long hair brush his cheek and her hands wander over his chest. ‘Ты выпил много водки вчера вечерам. А я тебе ведь сказала что эта плохая мысль. [You drank a lot yesterday night. Even though I told you that it was a bad idea]’
Ivan sighed, letting the scent of his sister wash over him.
‘Я говарил что? [did I say something?]’ he managed, delicately touching Natasha’s arm as if checking if she really was there. Belarus seemed pleasantly surprised and smiled in a very disturbing way.
‘Ты звал меня, [you were calling me]’ she replied shortly and smugly, resting her chin on his shoulder and hugging him with one arm like she wanted to say “and so here I am”. Ivan sighed, the disturbing dream far away now. It suddenly occurred to him that it wasn’t so bad laying with Natasha like this. It was warm and nice, and comfortable.
And quickly, before he could fully wake up, he stroked Natasha’s long, soft hair and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Belarus froze, clearly not expecting this. She quickly relaxed, though, and snuggled closer.
‘Спи, Иван [sleep, Ivan]’ she ordered quietly, her grip on his arm tightening. Russia let his eyes close, feeling the warmth of her body, her familiar smell and breath on his neck. He realized that she tangled herself in his scarf too.
Really, it wasn’t so bad, he thought, when he drifted to sleep again.
__
Lame ending is lame T___T
Yes, they’re talking in Russian, I hope I didn’t do some ugly mistakes in their sentences. Feel free to correct anything, Russian-speaker!Anons!
I honestly liked this better than I had expected to - and maybe it is because of somehow, it's good to know that Russia has somebody who loves him. Even if it's... well. Well. I kind of ship it now ♥
Well, finally I read a fanfic about Russia, who actually likes Belarus (as it's IRL), though not quite aware of it. Thank you, author! It was very funny and cute <3 I hope you'll not object to a few corrections.
I think that the title "Пробуждение" would have been more correct than the "Побудка" побудка = reveille
"Здравствуйте" is too formal greetings to your beloved. The word "Здравствуй" is more suitable in this situation.
And I noticed some typos and slight mistakes:
вечерОм, not вечерАм
А я тебе ведь сказала, что этО плохая мысль. (it would be better to replace the word "сказала" with the word "говорила")
And the sentence "Did I say something" more properly translated as "Я что-нибудь говОрил?" or "Я что-нибудь сказал?"
I am sorry for my poor English and the possible mistakes >.<
Haha, I don't mind your English as long as you don't mind my Russian XDDD
And I'm never gonna trust Polish again D: (author!Anon is Polish!Anon and побудка sounds exactly the same as "pobudka", which in Polish means "waking up" ;__________;)
Hehe, it's the same as the "kawior w puszce" (caviar in the can), which sounds like "ковёр в пушке"... so old and I let myself be caught XD Silly meeeee
author!Anon is Polish!Anon Ого! So, my unspoken surmise was correct ^_^ You know, after your mentioning Feliks as Russia's big brother, I immediately thought that the author from Poland! But I hesitated to ask about it :">
it's the same as the "kawior w puszce" (caviar in the can), which sounds like "ковёр в пушке"... Heh, never heard about these "interlingual" homonyms :D
Have you ever learnt Russian? In any case, do not worry because of the small inexactitude with declensional endings and the selection of synonyms: after all, Russian is really quite complex language. And it's me, who should be ashamed, 'cause I can only read English and can't speak or write in this language without silly mistakes and ridiculous syntactical constructions xD Btw,it's a pity that APH community have not a special "consulting" branch (on condition of anonymity or not :)) for fanfic-writers and fanartists who's going to use words or phrases in various languages for their works.
And could you tell me, please, where I can find the rest of your fanfics?
It's all this meme's fault! *points accusingly* It made me make brothers out of Poland and Russia. And, to be honest, I have no idea which of them is older. I tried to determine it, but they were 'born' so close to each other that I honestly can't tell, as I have no idea what event is the sign of the nation's 'birth' ;__; (but I think younger Russia seems cuter and more creepy in some moments...)
And, um, I have been learning Russian for three years DDD: And yes, I still suck at it, the only thing? I can read it, wohoo. (My... my teachers suck, really! XD) So give yourself a break with your English, my isn't so good either XDD
ковёр в пушке is a really popular joke in Poland, it reminds us that our languages are, in fact, different, even though everything sounds so similar (and I still forgot about it, erm)
Frankly, I see the Eastern, Western and Southern Slavs as cousins. Speaking more precisely, как двоюродных братьев и сестер. And I think that Poland really is older then Russia (even when taking into account the times of Kievan Rus). My cousin has the same opinion, and I'm inclined to trust him, because he's a medieval history geek. but I think younger Russia seems cuter and more creepy in some moments... indeed xDDD
And, um, I have been learning Russian for three years Yay! This is really cool! C-can I write to you more in Russian sometimes (for precision of expression)?
About link, that you gave me: thankyouverymuch!:) I've read all your "hetalian" fanfics in English. It turned out that five of them I had already read before: in the main community, and in the meme ;) I like your humour ^__^ But I have questions about one of your drama stories. I think you guess what the fanfic is this. If you do not mind, I would like to talk to you about this.
what about friending each other?That would be great! But I am afraid that I will be not interesting to you: I am only lurker and don't do anything useful and interesting things for the community :(( I don't even write in my journal... But if you are not disappointed by perspective to have such a boring lj-friend, я буду только рада подружиться с вами! На всякий случай все же "постучусь" в ваш lj :D Кстати, предпочитаете обращение на "вы" или на "ты"? And I think that I may know who you are~~ but I'm not sureHardly your guess was correct :(
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Побудка [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-07 12:28 am (UTC)(link)___
And so Russia woke up.
He laid for a while, tense, feeling that something- something was definitely WRONG.
The bottles of vodka on his nightstand - checked. The faucet laying near him – checked. The scarf around his neck – checked. The shields with faces of America, Poland and more or less the rest of the world – yup, still on the walls. Belarus holding his hand in an iron-like grip-
Gone.
If possible, Russia tensed even more.
Very, very slowly he grasped his faucet and moved to the corner of the bed. He gulped, closed his eyes, tightened his grip on the pipe and stuck it under the bed.
Nothing.
No tugging, no taking his faucet away from him and forcing him to tolerate the kisses and hugs so that he could get his precious pipe back and no Natasha jumping from under the bed and tackling him.
When his closet and shower turned out to be Belarus-free too, he began to be scared.
He dressed, ate breakfast, drank vodka, drank vodka some more, did some work, drank vodka again and all this time he was jumpy and almost in panic, as he didn’t see Natasha at all. He thought that Belarus prepared some kind of a trap and so his wariness of everything that was going on around him increased.
But the morning has passed and nothing out of ordinary happened. And as he couldn’t bear that passive wait for something, he decided to relax a little and harass Lithuania.
Now, if Belarus by some miracle was observing him all this time, she surely wouldn’t let him molest Toris. She never did. So it was also the excellent way to make Natasha show herself.
When after he stood in front of the door almost five minutes, knocking louder and louder, Lithuania finally answered him, he wasn’t happy at all with the state the other nation was in.
Random clothes were thrown on the more or less suitable parts of his body, autumn-brown hair were a mess, skin on the cheeks was flushed pink and he was visibly trying to breath calmly.
‘R-Russia?’ Toris suddenly looked concerned. ‘Something happened?’
Ivan smiled like he always did.
‘Oh it’s nothing, Lithuania, I just thought I’d visit my nice neighbor! Aren’t you happy to see me?’
‘Are you sure? You look worried…’
Ah, sweet Lithuania, always so predicting. Russia was just about to invite himself into the warm house, when Poland suddenly popped out from behind Toris.
Like the devil from the box, honestly.
‘Hey, like, what do you want?’ asked Feliks, standing between Ivan and Lithuania, who rolled his eyes and made a face. Russia smiled wider.
‘Just visiting a friend,’ he said happily. Poland waved his arms.
‘It’s like, so not cool right now, we’re totally busy here!’
Ivan was sure that Toris kicked Poland in the leg then, as Feliks jumped and turned around to face him with a pout and a glare. But when he looked at Lithuania, he was smiling innocently.
‘It’s all-‘ he began, but Ivan cut in.
‘Oh, I don’t mind. Actually, I’ll be very happy to join you,’ and now smile nr 15 version “I know exactly what you had been doing and I don’t mind watching”.
Poland flushed bright red and pointed a finger at him.
‘Totally NO! Go away!’
Toris took a hold of Poland’s arm and moved him to the side.
‘No, you go and I will take care of it,’ he said firmly, pushing at Feliks’ back. Poland pouted and obeyed, but not before sticking his tongue at Russia.
Ivan waved to him cheerfully, mouthing a ‘bye-bye’. Feliks showed him an index finger.
‘Um, so.’ Toris rubbed the back of his head and looked around. And then he froze suddenly.
‘Oh, where’s Belarus?’ he asked, honestly surprised. Ivan looked around too, like he thought that Belarus would jump from behind a tree (like Poland… it was a disturbing thought), and shrugged.
‘Oh,’ repeated Lithuania and the worried expression returned to his face. ‘Did you two, um,’ he blushed, seemingly uncomfortable. ‘Did you two, eh, have a fight?’
Ivan would laugh if he wasn’t so surprised. Before he could think of what to say, Toris came to his own conclusion.
‘I’m so sorry! I have no idea where she is, but I think you should ask Ukraine. She has a meeting with America right now. Don’t worry, it’ll be ok.’
Re: Побудка [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-07 12:30 am (UTC)(link)Russia stood frozen on the spot, waiting for pigs to start flying and white mousses to pop out of nowhere, sure that the world went crazy.
*
And really, he had NO IDEA why he went to America.
Ukraine greeted him with a smile and shaky but happy ‘H-hello brother!’. Alfred was not-so pleasantly surprised to see him, though.
‘What are you doing here?’ he asked, almost pouting, like unexpected visit from Russia offended him somehow. His eyes widened when he noticed what Russia was holding. ‘Are these- flowers?’
Ivan nodded, his attention focused on Ukraine, who was also looking at him with wonder in her big eyes.
‘You have flowers?’ Alfred couldn’t quite leave this alone. ‘Why do you have flowers? I mean, I saw you with sunflowers before, but roses? Dude, are you ok?’
Oh man, this was too much. Ivan glared at US. How dare he- he! – be worried about him?!
‘Lithuania has given them to me,’ he stated proudly, not really thinking. America’s eyes looked ready to popped out, mouth hanging open. Russia didn’t spare him a second look and turned to Ukraine.
‘Have you seen Natasha today?’
‘Shouldn’t she be with you?’ Ukraine seemed disturbed. And worried. And ready to go to him and hug him or something.
Ivan decided to strategically retreat.
‘Oh, no worries,’ he smiled, moving to the door. ‘I just wanted-‘
But Ukraine moved his gaze to the roses, then to him, Russia could almost hear when something clicked in her mind and before he could even blink, his head was stuck between big breasts and Ukraine was hugging him for all he was worth.
‘Oh, little brother, don’t worry, she’ll be back! Though you shouldn’t accept the roses from Lithuania, no wonder it offended her! You know how jealous she can get!’
Oh, uh. Ivan had no idea what to do with himself.
‘Wait- Lithuania gave you roses and so your girlfriend broke up with you? Aw man, this sucks,’ suddenly America was at his other side, patting his arm in the similar way Lithuania did, all sympathetic. ‘Come on, sit, I’ll bring some beer, no wait, you have vodka, doesn’t matter, hey, do you want me to call Francis? Or maybe better not, but what about Italy? All the girls like Italy so he has to know something about them, he could help…’
‘Isn’t it your first fight?’ Ukraine ruffled his hair affectingly. ‘Oh you poor thing, the first is always the worst!’
If Russia was alone with America, he would smile in the creepiest way possible, assured him that everything was okay by offending him in some way and US wouldn’t even think once about being all friendly with him. But with Ukraine it was different – his older sister had an amazing ability to make him feel small and little-brotherly, and he really didn’t know what to say or do.
So he let her lead him to the couch, sat down, felt her place a kiss on his forehead and watched as she went to the kitchen after the US, smiling reassuringly and saying something about making a tea and that she will pour some vodka into it too.
And he was left alone.
Finally.
When he started feeling like himself again, he immediately rushed to the door and left America’s house (yes, exactly, left, Russia was NOT running away, especially from America!). It wasn’t until he came back to his own place that he felt- free.
Completely, utterly Belarus-free.
No stalking. No hugging. No ‘let’s get married married married…’ floating in the air. No trying to top him with his faucet.
The sudden realization hit him hard. He. Could. BREATHE.
He drank to the newly freedom with the wide smile. Many would die from shock just from seeing Russia’s face at the moment.
It was like a dream came true!
*
For the first time in ages he did all the work he had planned to do, took a long bath (it was so weird that no one loomed from the water suddenly), drank vodka, played with the faucet, drank vodka and after all that he still had a free time.
He considered going to Lithuania again (if only for Poland to get furious, messing with his brother was fun), but he quickly dismissed this thought. He didn’t want Toris to get all helpful again. Annoying America was out of the question too. Ukraine – just NO.
Re: Побудка [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-07 12:31 am (UTC)(link)Sweet Latvia didn’t disappoint him. He was like always shaking, deliciously nervous and in his beautiful, big eyes he could see unshed tears. He molested him a little, watching the boy blush and squirm and he really, really enjoyed every second of it.
Oh, the Baltic states, how he loved to harass them!
Then Estonia appeared and Russia was sure it was going to get only better, but Eduard looked at him from above his glasses, seeming mature and concerned, damn them all, and scolded him:
‘Russia, you shouldn’t bully him just to forget about Belarus!’
Ivan considered killing him for it.
*
The rest of the day was no fun at all.
Everyone was all nice to him, looked at him with a pity (just, what the hell) and treated him like he was about to break in a half. No matter how much he glared, smiled creepily, played suggestively with his faucet or tried to rape Lithuania.
And no, it wasn’t because his glares, smiles and rape-attempts were lacking something, thankyouverymuch. It was not this at all. He didn’t feel incomplete or anything. No, he was completely, utterly fine. No emptiness, no nothing.
When Poland offered him a vodka, smiling and acting suddenly like a good big brother, Russia decided that he had had enough.
He didn’t even bother to murder Feliks with his gaze. He accepted the vodka (little bastard had it good) and fled to his home, his scarf fluttering in a very dangerous way.
It was when he laid in his bed and tried to fell asleep that he notice that it was cold.
Very, very cold.
He tossed from one side to the other. Took an extra pillow. Snuggle his faucet close. Added a bottle of vodka. Drank that vodka and petted his pipe. Then tossed some more, sighed several times and suddenly stood up, tired and beyond furious.
He was going to find out what has happened with Belarus and the answer WILL make itself known, or else!
*
Now, it was really weird.
He was quite sure he wasn’t so completely drunk that he couldn’t get to Belarus house. Earlier he had gone through Latvia’s, Lithuania’s and Poland’s houses. Came back through Ukraine’s place. He was successfully going around Natasha’s home today, happy that he didn’t see her.
Now, when he tried to get into her house it- it just wasn’t there.
He had been going around and around, but when in Lithuania’s house he turned south, he was suddenly in Ukraine’s. And when he stood in Poland’s and headed east, there were only Lithuania and Ukraine again. No Belarus. Like- like the earth swallowed her or- or something.
Russia stood frozen on the spot, exactly on the border between Lithuania and Ukraine and it was WRONG, because they shouldn’t have a common border at all!
And Ivan felt something cold grows inside his chest. Belarus, Natasha, his- his little sister. Where the hell was his little sister?
Why didn’t he checked her place earlier, damnit? Forget it, why there wasn’t her place at all?
It was strange, disturbing, even painful. Belarus- gone? No more Natasha? No more stalking, hugging, bothering him? What would he do with himself? He needed someone to be afraid of!
Oh shit.
Ivan felt his world crush with sudden realization.
He needed Belarus. He needed stalking, hugging and even faucet-raping. He needed her – because without Natasha he wasn’t Russia.
Just when did this happen? It shouldn’t be like that. He should be completely self-sufficient!
Oh shit. Ohshitohshitohshitohshit…
*
And so Russia woke up.
He laid for a while, tense and confused, wondering what was he doing in his bed and how did he get there. Everything around him was strange and hazed. He blinked rapidly, frowning and feeling something weird attached to his right arm.
He almost jumped out of his skin when this something moved and rolled partially on top of him. Serious but still a little sleepy face of Belarus appeared in his vision.
‘Na-Natasha?’ he groaned. His tongue was heavy and he felt like he had a sock stuck in his mouth.
Re: Побудка [4/4] complete
(Anonymous) 2009-03-07 12:33 am (UTC)(link)Ivan sighed, letting the scent of his sister wash over him.
‘Я говарил что? [did I say something?]’ he managed, delicately touching Natasha’s arm as if checking if she really was there. Belarus seemed pleasantly surprised and smiled in a very disturbing way.
‘Ты звал меня, [you were calling me]’ she replied shortly and smugly, resting her chin on his shoulder and hugging him with one arm like she wanted to say “and so here I am”. Ivan sighed, the disturbing dream far away now. It suddenly occurred to him that it wasn’t so bad laying with Natasha like this. It was warm and nice, and comfortable.
And quickly, before he could fully wake up, he stroked Natasha’s long, soft hair and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Belarus froze, clearly not expecting this. She quickly relaxed, though, and snuggled closer.
‘Спи, Иван [sleep, Ivan]’ she ordered quietly, her grip on his arm tightening. Russia let his eyes close, feeling the warmth of her body, her familiar smell and breath on his neck. He realized that she tangled herself in his scarf too.
Really, it wasn’t so bad, he thought, when he drifted to sleep again.
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Lame ending is lame T___T
Yes, they’re talking in Russian, I hope I didn’t do some ugly mistakes in their sentences. Feel free to correct anything, Russian-speaker!Anons!
OP HERE
(Anonymous) 2009-03-07 03:03 am (UTC)(link)Re: OP HERE
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 01:02 am (UTC)(link)(I realized what I had written XD), but I'm glad you enjoyed~~ :DDRe: Побудка [4/4] complete
(Anonymous) 2009-03-07 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Побудка [4/4] complete
(Anonymous) 2009-03-08 12:58 am (UTC)(link)Mwahaha, that was the point! Ship it, ship iiiiiiiit...But really, I like this pairing exactly because of that (Russia/China works for me here too). So I'm totally happy that you enjoyed :DD
And. AND I THINK I WROTE RUSSIA/BELARUS FLUFF AT THE END, WTF
I should stop writing at nights.
Re: Побудка [4/4] complete
(Anonymous) 2009-03-10 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)I hope you'll not object to a few corrections.
I think that the title "Пробуждение" would have been more correct than the "Побудка"
побудка = reveille
"Здравствуйте" is too formal greetings to your beloved. The word "Здравствуй" is more suitable in this situation.
And I noticed some typos and slight mistakes:
вечерОм, not вечерАм
А я тебе ведь сказала, что этО плохая мысль.
(it would be better to replace the word "сказала" with the word "говорила")
And the sentence "Did I say something" more properly translated as "Я что-нибудь говОрил?" or "Я что-нибудь сказал?"
I am sorry for my poor English and the possible mistakes >.<
never gonna trust Polish again...
(Anonymous) 2009-03-10 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)ом and ам, shit did I have problem with these XD
Haha, I don't mind your English as long as you don't mind my Russian XDDD
And I'm never gonna trust Polish again D: (author!Anon is Polish!Anon and побудка sounds exactly the same as "pobudka", which in Polish means "waking up" ;__________;)
Hehe, it's the same as the "kawior w puszce" (caviar in the can), which sounds like "ковёр в пушке"... so old and I let myself be caught XD Silly meeeee
But I'm very happy that you enjoyed it! :*
Re: never gonna trust Polish again...
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 01:47 am (UTC)(link)author!Anon is Polish!Anon
Ого! So, my unspoken surmise was correct ^_^ You know, after your mentioning Feliks as Russia's big brother, I immediately thought that the author from Poland! But I hesitated to ask about it :">
it's the same as the "kawior w puszce" (caviar in the can), which sounds like "ковёр в пушке"...
Heh, never heard about these "interlingual" homonyms :D
Have you ever learnt Russian? In any case, do not worry because of the small inexactitude with declensional endings and the selection of synonyms: after all, Russian is really quite complex language. And it's me, who should be ashamed, 'cause I can only read English and can't speak or write in this language without silly mistakes and ridiculous syntactical constructions xD
Btw,it's a pity that APH community have not a special "consulting" branch (on condition of anonymity or not :)) for fanfic-writers and fanartists who's going to use words or phrases in various languages for their works.
And could you tell me, please, where I can find the rest of your fanfics?
Re: never gonna trust Polish again...
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 08:25 am (UTC)(link)And, um, I have been learning Russian for three years DDD: And yes, I still suck at it, the only thing? I can read it, wohoo. (My... my teachers suck, really! XD) So give yourself a break with your English, my isn't so good either XDD
ковёр в пушке is a really popular joke in Poland, it reminds us that our languages are, in fact, different, even though everything sounds so similar (and I still forgot about it, erm)
Re: never gonna trust Polish again...
(Anonymous) 2009-03-14 12:00 am (UTC)(link)And I think that Poland really is older then Russia (even when taking into account the times of Kievan Rus). My cousin has the same opinion, and I'm inclined to trust him, because he's a medieval history geek.
but I think younger Russia seems cuter and more creepy in some moments...
indeed xDDD
And, um, I have been learning Russian for three years
Yay! This is really cool! C-can I write to you more in Russian sometimes (for precision of expression)?
About link, that you gave me: thankyouverymuch!:) I've read all your "hetalian" fanfics in English. It turned out that five of them I had already read before: in the main community, and in the meme ;) I like your humour ^__^
But I have questions about one of your drama stories. I think you guess what the fanfic is this. If you do not mind, I would like to talk to you about this.
what about friending each other?
That would be great! But I am afraid that I will be not interesting to you: I am only lurker and don't do anything useful and interesting things for the community :(( I don't even write in my journal... But if you are not disappointed by perspective to have such a boring lj-friend, я буду только рада подружиться с вами! На всякий случай все же "постучусь" в ваш lj :D Кстати, предпочитаете обращение на "вы" или на "ты"?And I think that I may know who you are~~ but I'm not sure
Hardly your guess was correct :(Re: never gonna trust Polish again...
(Anonymous) 2009-03-14 04:16 am (UTC)(link)Re: never gonna trust Polish again...
(Anonymous) 2009-03-14 06:02 am (UTC)(link)