This seems very much overly long and meandery to me, sorry. =_=;
Stupid Latvia, why'd he go and get mad all of a sudden like that? It had been just a joke, he couldn't have thought Sealand was serious. Maybe...maybe he'd been scared, Latvia got scared pretty easily.
Hana Tamago yipped and danced around Peter as he pushed the front door open, but he was too busy holding onto his bleeding nose to greet the little dog properly. Hana-Tamago seemed to realize something wasn't right as well, because it's welcome-home-dance changed into a more subdued circling, before it yipped sharply and ran into the kitchen.
Finland was washing dishes, and had his back turned to the door.
"Sealand, is it? I'll start making dinner just after...herranjumala!"
The last was because he'd turned his head and seen Peter in the doorway, and from his dad's expression Peter guessed he must have looked pretty bad.
"What happened? Did you have an accident again...here, sit down and lean your head back."
Peter did as told, and blinked at the white ceiling. Finland pushed a wad of paper towels over his nose, and started to prod at Peter's face gently.
"Ow," Peter mumbled.
"I'm sorry, but I need to know that there's nothing broken."
There was the sound of footsteps, and a small sound of surprise. probably his father, thought Peter could still only see the ceiling.
"Oh, Su-san, there you are...get the medikit, will you?"
"Wh't?"
Finland finally stopped prodding at the sore places on Peter's face.
"There, nothing broken I think," he said in a relieved voice. "Are you hurt anywhere else...or does your head hurt? Feeling dizzy?"
Peter shook his head. His left ankle was a bit sore, but only a little.
"Now lean forward, that's better for your nose I think...Su-san, why are you still standing there? I told you..." There was a moment's silence, as Finland took a deep breath and continued more gently. "It's okay, just a few bruises and one small cut, nothing a few plasters won't fix."
The footstep went away again, and Finland sighed as he gave Peter a new papertowel and threw the one soaked in blood away.
"Must have been all that blood, Sweden doesn't like seeing it. I think we'll have to throw this shirt away...'" Finland mused.
After Sweden had returned with the first-aid kit and Finland had prodded at Peter's face more, this time armed with a wad of cotton and something that stinged but was apparently necessary, he drew out a chair and sat on it opposite Peter, arm leaning onto the backboard. Sweden was in the room as well, leaning onto the wall. He looked even graver that usual and was a bit pale.
"Su-san, sit down before you fall down." Finland said calmly, not even turning around. Sweden frowned, but did, after a moment.
"So, Sealand, what happened?" Finland asked calmly.
"Had a fight with Latvia." Peter said a bit muffled behind the towel. At least the bleeding was apparently slowly stopping.
Finland just blinked, but Sweden sat up straighter and his face grew thunderous. Peter wondered if Latvia would get in trouble now...but then he shouldn't have hit him!
"About what?" Finland asked.
Peter explained, thought he omitted the fact the other uniform had been meant for a girl. It's not like Latvia had seemed to mind that anyway...
"--and then he suddenly went all weird and hit me," he finished the story.
Finland stared at him for a moment, and then he hung his head and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
"Damn, I can't believe you said that..." he mumbled.
"But it was just a joke!" Peter protested, and his dad gave him a serious, sort of sad look.
"Do you know anything about Latvia's history, Sealand?"
Peter crossed his arms and shook his head.
"Well, he's...actually, Latvia has been through a lot, but not too long ago, just a few decades, he iwas invaded, thrice in a short time, and then in the end he had to live with Russia until about ten years ago."
Peter wriggled on his seat. He didn't much like history, because hearing about things that happened hundreds and hundreds years ago made him feel so...young. It was like everyone had been there but him. He'd heard about Russia, thought.
"It still doesn't make any sense! I..." but it galled a bit too much to admit he was too weak to really hurt anyone. "He should have know I didn't mean it," Sealand mumbled.
Finland sighed. "Yes, he should have. It's just that Latvia, because of living all that time with someone who scared him to death, he..."
"Is crazy." Sweden said darkly.
Finland glared at him, and got one in return.
"Stop defen'ing th' guy. Hurt 'r kid." Sweden almost growled.
"I know! And I'll definitely have some words with him about that." Finland snapped, and then turned towards Peter, but before he had time to say anything, the doorbell rang.
The sound was soon followed by that of Hana-Tamago's barking. Finland stepped to the kitchen window. The house had been designed so that there was a view to the doorstep from the window, which was good for avoiding door-to-door salesmen, among other things.
"It's Latvia," Finland said, and Sweden stood up so suddenly his chair fell over.
"I'll talk to him." Finland said.
" neither o' ya ain't gonna go near that guy. Just gonna tell him to leave." Sweden said stubbornly, crossing his arms.
"No, you will damn well sit here and be neutral." Peter looked at his dad, surprised at his steely tone. He'd never heard him like that. Apparently his father was likewise impressed, because he blanched and looked away.
As Finland stepped out of the room, Sealand hurried after him.
Wait, I...I want to talk to him too," Peter said.
Finland hesitated.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yeah." Peter answered decisively.
He still stood slightly behind Finland when he opened the front door. Latvia looked anything but scary, thought. There were tear tracks on his downturned face, and he was trembling all over. When the door opened, he raised his face, and it was so sorrowful Sealand wanted to say right away all was okay and forgotten.
He didn't, thought.
"Latvia." Finland said, calmly, but with some measure of coolness.
Latvia's eyes strayed to Peter, and he fliched before hanging his head again.
"I-I'm sorry. I know it's not enough but..." Latvia whispered hoarsely.
"One thing. Can you promise me this won't happen again?"
Latvia wrung his hands and shook his head.
"I don't know, I...I really don't know anything." he had raised his hands over his eyes and was shaking all over again.
Finland sighed, and then he, to the surprise of all, tapped Latvia gently on the forehead.
"Raivis," he said, and when the other looked up in surprise, Finland looked him in the eyes and smiled. "You'll be okay. You have friends, me and Estonia and even Sealand, even if he's an idiotic brat sometimes. Just try not to hurt him for it, he doesn't deserve that. And, um, you should probably get going now, because I can see Su-san frowning at us from the kitchen window..."
Latvia smiled wanely, and then his face turned serious once more as he looked at Sealand.
"Wait, can I...Sealand? Will you...Can you ever forgive me? I promise...I will do my very best to get better, so this doesn't ever happen again."
Peter thought about it. Then he straightened up, and gave Latvia his best smile.
"Okay! I'll help you with it too, so don't worry!" he wasn't quite sure how, but he'd think of something. Definitely.
Latvia smiled, and if it was a bit shaky, no one present could really blame him.
*
A few days later when Peter stepped out, he found Latvia sitting on the doorstep. In fact, Peter almost tripped on him.
He was wearing the uniform.
"Uh, hey," Peter said, feeling uncommonly awkward.
"I don't know if you wanted to see me so soon. If not I'll just...go." Latvia said, in a small voice.
"No! I mean yes, I mean...I did want to see you. Of course I did!" Sealand answered quickly.
They sat on the porch for a while, but then Peter noticed Latvia was shivering, probably because the wind was pretty cold, and he was wearing a skirt and everything.
"Hey, wanna go to my room instead?" Sealand asked.
"What about Sweden?" Latvia asked, and Peter shook his head.
"Not at home, and won't be in a while. Finland neither, they've got some work stuff to do. Um, Latvia?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you wearing...that."
Latvia shrugged and smiled shyly. "Just felt like it. Do you mind?"
Later, when they were sitting on his bed, watching television, when Peter suddenly realized Latvia was looking at him and not the program. Peter gave him a guestioning look.
Latvia inched closer and seemed to hesitate a moment. Then he leaned towards Peter, ever so carefully, and brushed his lips against the corner of Peter's blackened eye.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, one kiss and one apology for each bruise and cut. Peter sat still, feeling his face heat up. It was nevertheless a nice feeling, with Latvia so close and warm.
When Latvia was finished with his apologies, he drew back and sat still, head down.
Peter reached out a hand, touching Latvia's shoulder.
"I hurt you too, thought, didn't I? I didn't mean it...but I did, just like you."
Latvia nodded, smiling a bit sadly. Peter wanted to see him lauch properly, some day.
"Where," Peter blushed faintly. "does it hurt? I need to know so can pay back, right?"
Latvia's smile widened, just a little.
"...oh, everywhere. "
*
Epilogue:
"Oh, Su-san, do stop pouting. I'm sorry for bringing up the whole neutrality this, t'was a low blow." "I 'n't pouting." "Sure you aren't. And don't glare at me either."
"'n m' own house! An' 'im being only thirty..." "Well, not everyone can wait for hundreds of years like we did."
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continuation fic 1/?
(Anonymous) 2009-03-11 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)Stupid Latvia, why'd he go and get mad all of a sudden like that? It had been just a joke, he couldn't have thought Sealand was serious. Maybe...maybe he'd been scared, Latvia got scared pretty easily.
Hana Tamago yipped and danced around Peter as he pushed the front door open, but he was too busy holding onto his bleeding nose to greet the little dog properly. Hana-Tamago seemed to realize something wasn't right as well, because it's welcome-home-dance changed into a more subdued circling, before it yipped sharply and ran into the kitchen.
Finland was washing dishes, and had his back turned to the door.
"Sealand, is it? I'll start making dinner just after...herranjumala!"
The last was because he'd turned his head and seen Peter in the doorway, and from his dad's expression Peter guessed he must have looked pretty bad.
"What happened? Did you have an accident again...here, sit down and lean your head back."
Peter did as told, and blinked at the white ceiling. Finland pushed a wad of paper towels over his nose, and started to prod at Peter's face gently.
"Ow," Peter mumbled.
"I'm sorry, but I need to know that there's nothing broken."
There was the sound of footsteps, and a small sound of surprise. probably his father, thought Peter could still only see the ceiling.
"Oh, Su-san, there you are...get the medikit, will you?"
"Wh't?"
Finland finally stopped prodding at the sore places on Peter's face.
"There, nothing broken I think," he said in a relieved voice. "Are you hurt anywhere else...or does your head hurt? Feeling dizzy?"
Peter shook his head. His left ankle was a bit sore, but only a little.
"Now lean forward, that's better for your nose I think...Su-san, why are you still standing there? I told you..." There was a moment's silence, as Finland took a deep breath and continued more gently. "It's okay, just a few bruises and one small cut, nothing a few plasters won't fix."
The footstep went away again, and Finland sighed as he gave Peter a new papertowel and threw the one soaked in blood away.
"Must have been all that blood, Sweden doesn't like seeing it. I think we'll have to throw this shirt away...'" Finland mused.
Re: continuation fic 2/?
(Anonymous) 2009-03-11 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)"Su-san, sit down before you fall down." Finland said calmly, not even turning around. Sweden frowned, but did, after a moment.
"So, Sealand, what happened?" Finland asked calmly.
"Had a fight with Latvia." Peter said a bit muffled behind the towel. At least the bleeding was apparently slowly stopping.
Finland just blinked, but Sweden sat up straighter and his face grew thunderous. Peter wondered if Latvia would get in trouble now...but then he shouldn't have hit him!
"About what?" Finland asked.
Peter explained, thought he omitted the fact the other uniform had been meant for a girl. It's not like Latvia had seemed to mind that anyway...
"--and then he suddenly went all weird and hit me," he finished the story.
Finland stared at him for a moment, and then he hung his head and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
"Damn, I can't believe you said that..." he mumbled.
"But it was just a joke!" Peter protested, and his dad gave him a serious, sort of sad look.
"Do you know anything about Latvia's history, Sealand?"
Peter crossed his arms and shook his head.
"Well, he's...actually, Latvia has been through a lot, but not too long ago, just a few decades, he iwas invaded, thrice in a short time, and then in the end he had to live with Russia until about ten years ago."
Peter wriggled on his seat. He didn't much like history, because hearing about things that happened hundreds and hundreds years ago made him feel so...young. It was like everyone had been there but him. He'd heard about Russia, thought.
"It still doesn't make any sense! I..." but it galled a bit too much to admit he was too weak to really hurt anyone. "He should have know I didn't mean it," Sealand mumbled.
Finland sighed.
"Yes, he should have. It's just that Latvia, because of living all that time with someone who scared him to death, he..."
"Is crazy." Sweden said darkly.
Finland glared at him, and got one in return.
"Stop defen'ing th' guy. Hurt 'r kid." Sweden almost growled.
"I know! And I'll definitely have some words with him about that."
Finland snapped, and then turned towards Peter, but before he had time to say anything, the doorbell rang.
The sound was soon followed by that of Hana-Tamago's barking. Finland stepped to the kitchen window. The house had been designed so that there was a view to the doorstep from the window, which was good for avoiding door-to-door salesmen, among other things.
"It's Latvia," Finland said, and Sweden stood up so suddenly his chair fell over.
"I'll talk to him." Finland said.
" neither o' ya ain't gonna go near that guy. Just gonna tell him to leave." Sweden said stubbornly, crossing his arms.
"No, you will damn well sit here and be neutral." Peter looked at his dad, surprised at his steely tone. He'd never heard him like that. Apparently his father was likewise impressed, because he blanched and looked away.
Re: continuation fic 3/?
(Anonymous) 2009-03-11 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)Wait, I...I want to talk to him too," Peter said.
Finland hesitated.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yeah." Peter answered decisively.
He still stood slightly behind Finland when he opened the front door. Latvia looked anything but scary, thought. There were tear tracks on his downturned face, and he was trembling all over. When the door opened, he raised his face, and it was so sorrowful Sealand wanted to say right away all was okay and forgotten.
He didn't, thought.
"Latvia." Finland said, calmly, but with some measure of coolness.
Latvia's eyes strayed to Peter, and he fliched before hanging his head again.
"I-I'm sorry. I know it's not enough but..." Latvia whispered hoarsely.
"One thing. Can you promise me this won't happen again?"
Latvia wrung his hands and shook his head.
"I don't know, I...I really don't know anything." he had raised his hands over his eyes and was shaking all over again.
Finland sighed, and then he, to the surprise of all, tapped Latvia gently on the forehead.
"Raivis," he said, and when the other looked up in surprise, Finland looked him in the eyes and smiled. "You'll be okay. You have friends, me and Estonia and even Sealand, even if he's an idiotic brat sometimes. Just try not to hurt him for it, he doesn't deserve that. And, um, you should probably get going now, because I can see Su-san frowning at us from the kitchen window..."
Latvia smiled wanely, and then his face turned serious once more as he looked at Sealand.
"Wait, can I...Sealand? Will you...Can you ever forgive me? I promise...I will do my very best to get better, so this doesn't ever happen again."
Peter thought about it. Then he straightened up, and gave Latvia his best smile.
"Okay! I'll help you with it too, so don't worry!" he wasn't quite sure how, but he'd think of something. Definitely.
Latvia smiled, and if it was a bit shaky, no one present could really blame him.
*
A few days later when Peter stepped out, he found Latvia sitting on the doorstep. In fact, Peter almost tripped on him.
He was wearing the uniform.
"Uh, hey," Peter said, feeling uncommonly awkward.
"I don't know if you wanted to see me so soon. If not I'll just...go." Latvia said, in a small voice.
"No! I mean yes, I mean...I did want to see you. Of course I did!" Sealand answered quickly.
They sat on the porch for a while, but then Peter noticed Latvia was shivering, probably because the wind was pretty cold, and he was wearing a skirt and everything.
"Hey, wanna go to my room instead?" Sealand asked.
"What about Sweden?" Latvia asked, and Peter shook his head.
"Not at home, and won't be in a while. Finland neither, they've got some work stuff to do. Um, Latvia?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you wearing...that."
Latvia shrugged and smiled shyly. "Just felt like it. Do you mind?"
"No, you look really good in it. I mean..um."
*
Re: continuation fic 4/4 (last part)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-11 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)Latvia inched closer and seemed to hesitate a moment. Then he leaned towards Peter, ever so carefully, and brushed his lips against the corner of Peter's blackened eye.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, one kiss and one apology for each bruise and cut. Peter sat still, feeling his face heat up. It was nevertheless a nice feeling, with Latvia so close and warm.
When Latvia was finished with his apologies, he drew back and sat still, head down.
Peter reached out a hand, touching Latvia's shoulder.
"I hurt you too, thought, didn't I? I didn't mean it...but I did, just like you."
Latvia nodded, smiling a bit sadly. Peter wanted to see him lauch properly, some day.
"Where," Peter blushed faintly. "does it hurt? I need to know so can pay back, right?"
Latvia's smile widened, just a little.
"...oh, everywhere. "
*
Epilogue:
"Oh, Su-san, do stop pouting. I'm sorry for bringing up the whole neutrality this, t'was a low blow."
"I 'n't pouting."
"Sure you aren't. And don't glare at me either."
"'n m' own house! An' 'im being only thirty..."
"Well, not everyone can wait for hundreds of years like we did."
Late OP is here!
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 02:19 am (UTC)(link)Poor Su-papa, being shoved out. And at the end... is that Latvia's devilish side coming out?
Re: Late OP is here!
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 08:49 am (UTC)(link)Whereas for Latvia...maybe just a little ;9 <3
Re: continuation fic 4/4 (last part)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 04:38 am (UTC)(link)Re: continuation fic 4/4 (last part)
(Anonymous) 2009-03-29 04:15 am (UTC)(link)The epilogue killed me though, I'm still giggling at it. XD