Writer!anon is sorry, but will get to the smut eventually. In the mean time, please live with this.
When the iron curtain fell, she certainly didn't like it and wasn't just because she and Austria were on opposite sides.
Now she was part of the Soviet Union.
At first, it seemed little had changed. Ivan smiled and wished her well, voice like poisoned honey sending chills down her spine. (She never let him know.)
But then, she began noticing things. Small things, but choice, or rather, a lack of her own choices in favor of Ivan's. First it was simple things, like what to eat for breakfast, reasonable considering she was now living in his house, but they soon escalated until she noticed her politicians, the people elected by her own people, were slowly disappearing in favor of others. Their faces were unknown to her, but Ivan smiles and laughed and just introduced them.
"Meet your new bosses. They'll be taking over for a while," he said, gently. They were the Hungarian Communist Party and of course Hungary was suspicious.
Erzsébet wasn't exactly opposed to Ivan's ideas: she had read Marx's book and did feel his ideas had merit; she just didn't agree with the way Russia was carrying it out. (And she didn't like his dogmatic and suffocating boss, either.)
She missed her old flag.
Ivan had insisted, as Ivan often did, to add the Communist Coat of Arms to it. And so, emblazoned on the white stripe was the familiar hammer and star. (She didn't like it, but she'd never tell him. In the times to come, it would be the thing that drove her to breaking point.)
She missed Nagy.
He had made it clear and he had made it just. He had let people talk freely and chose and not be terrified of being prosecuted for treason and everyone loved him. He had a daughter. (She was there when he went to the hospital, had held the little girl in her arms as he just sat there, wide grin on his face. "Her name is Erzsébet," was all he said.)
Something in her broke when his government was removed ("For your own good," Ivan said, fingering a lock of her hair in the meeting room with one hand, circling her waist with his other arm. "Please don't resist," he whispered in her ear.)
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Flags and Revolution [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-06-03 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)When the iron curtain fell, she certainly didn't like it and wasn't just because she and Austria were on opposite sides.
Now she was part of the Soviet Union.
At first, it seemed little had changed. Ivan smiled and wished her well, voice like poisoned honey sending chills down her spine. (She never let him know.)
But then, she began noticing things. Small things, but choice, or rather, a lack of her own choices in favor of Ivan's. First it was simple things, like what to eat for breakfast, reasonable considering she was now living in his house, but they soon escalated until she noticed her politicians, the people elected by her own people, were slowly disappearing in favor of others. Their faces were unknown to her, but Ivan smiles and laughed and just introduced them.
"Meet your new bosses. They'll be taking over for a while," he said, gently. They were the Hungarian Communist Party and of course Hungary was suspicious.
Erzsébet wasn't exactly opposed to Ivan's ideas: she had read Marx's book and did feel his ideas had merit; she just didn't agree with the way Russia was carrying it out. (And she didn't like his dogmatic and suffocating boss, either.)
She missed her old flag.
Ivan had insisted, as Ivan often did, to add the Communist Coat of Arms to it. And so, emblazoned on the white stripe was the familiar hammer and star. (She didn't like it, but she'd never tell him. In the times to come, it would be the thing that drove her to breaking point.)
She missed Nagy.
He had made it clear and he had made it just. He had let people talk freely and chose and not be terrified of being prosecuted for treason and everyone loved him. He had a daughter. (She was there when he went to the hospital, had held the little girl in her arms as he just sat there, wide grin on his face. "Her name is Erzsébet," was all he said.)
Something in her broke when his government was removed ("For your own good," Ivan said, fingering a lock of her hair in the meeting room with one hand, circling her waist with his other arm. "Please don't resist," he whispered in her ear.)