You're in my head anon. I was just thinking about this the other day and with Russia too! I promise a fill within a couple of days if you don't mind some non-romantic fluff. I have a couple of scenarios in mind so do you mind hair-petting a comfort? I'm an angst junkie.
It was early morning when Russia finally made it home. He shut the door as quietly as possible and set his rifle against the wall. Despite the damage he knew the powder would do to the barrel he couldn’t muster the energy to clean it at the moment and opted to leave it until morning. He leaned against the door and let his eyelids drift shut as he relished the feeling of being back in the relative warmth and comfort of his home.
“Russia, is that you?” Lithuania’s gentle voice drifted into the entryway stirring him back into motion. The smaller nation was already at his side by the time Russia had half of his coat buttons undone. He had a candle in one hand and the other outstretched to take the coat from him. Despite being in his dressing gown Lithuania didn’t look like he’d been sleeping.
Russia set his boots to the side of the door next to his gun and began shuffling towards the parlour where a fire was burning too brightly to have been unattended confirming his suspicion. “You did not need to wait up for me.”
Lithuania smiled mildly and took the tea pot from where it had been kept warm on the hearth. “You look tired. Sit and rest for a bit.” He poured a cup and placed it on the table closest to the fire. “Should I draw you a bath or would you rather I just set the warmer in your bed?”
Slumping heavily into the soft cushions of the chair Russia sighed. “There’s no need. Just go to bed.”
Despite the dismissive wave of his hand Lithuania replaced the teapot on the hearth and sat down on the chair next to Russia’s. He chewed his lip hesitantly for a moment before he spoke again, “Do you want to talk about it?”
The sharp “No,” Russia barked came too quick but Lithuania simply nodded. They sat for several minutes just listening to the crackling of the fire, Russia’s head resting limply against the back of the chair. He wasn’t aware of when he’d closed his eyes but when he felt a light touch against his head they flew open to stare up into rich green eyes framed by dark lashes.
“Relax,” Lithuania soothed and his hand stroked across pale strands in calming rhythm and exhausted as he was it was easy to be lulled into a comfortable trance by the action. It was far too soon in Russia’s opinion when Lithuania stepped away. A protest bubbled up in his throat but only managed to present itself in the form of a displeased whine as he watched the other through half-open eyes seat himself on the rug in front of the fire.
Patting the carpet next to him Lithuania directed, “Come. Lie down.”
Russia didn’t have the energy to protest being ordered and the idea of lying next to the warmth of both the fire and Lithuania’s form was appealing so he hoisted himself from the chair with much effort and dropped to the floor next to the seated nation who placed a hand to his neck and guided him until he lay watching the dancing flames with his head in his lap. Fingers played momentarily with the finer hairs at the nape of his neck before moving on to comb through thick pale hair carefully working out the knots as they went. Russia sighed at the warmth of Lithuania’s body and the smell of sun-warmed earth, sage, and rye which almost drowned out the acrid scent of gunpowder clinging to his own skin. A hum of pleasure escaped Russia’s throat as nails gently raked across his scalp.
For an unknown stretch of time the calm of the scents and sounds around him mingled with the feelings of warmth and pleasure and those magical fingers weaving through his hair and pressing ever so lightly against his scalp weaving a beautiful tapestry of security that Russia had never had the luxury of feeling before. He had almost drifted passed his trance-like state into a peaceful slumber when Lithuania spoke again. His voice drifted through the air and merged with the web of comfort surrounding the dozing nation. “Tell me about it.”
Drained from the day and relaxed by Lithuania’s ministrations Russia couldn’t fight the tears that escaped the corners of his eyes and slid down to be absorbed into the soft fabric covering the smaller man’s thighs. Calloused fingers began kneading his scalp from the crown down to the base and back up again to join the sensations of tender caresses and scratching nails and the last of his resolve melted. “My own.” He closed his eyes against the tears that began falling in earnest. “They made me fight my own.”
It was nothing Lithuania hadn’t known already. Even busy as they were with chores all the nations in the house had heard of the standoff and the short but violent battle that ensued and while the rest would make a point to stay out of Russia’s way Lithuania would be there as an ear to listen and a shoulder to lean on. Living with the Russian Empire was hard but he had no doubt that being the Russian Empire was infinitely more so and while he might not always like the man he knew that he was the one whom he allowed to see his moments of weakness and doubt. So he shushed the larger man and whispered reassurances all the while running his fingers through white-gold hair and listening to the disjointed recollections of the day’s horrors muffled by weariness and a face turned to press into the cloth of his robe and when the words had left him hollow and sleep bore down against his bloodshot eyes it was Lithuania who guided him to bed and tucked him in and with a kiss to his forehead and one last stroke through his hair bid him goodnight.
Notes: Fail title is fail and weak ending is weak.
It doesn’t come across well since most of the historical content got lost in editing (thus the awkward last paragraph) but this is supposed to be Russia returning home after the Decembrist Revolt. It turned out a bit ambiguous though.
Concrit is definitely welcome. I don’t often write outside of my own head so I’m a bit nervous with how this turned out. I didn’t focus as much on the sensations as I would have liked and I may have gotten a bit too wordy with my descriptions at some points. I also usually write from only one character’s perspective at a time and although I tried not to do that I failed miserably (again making the last paragraph awkward). OTL
Anyway, I hope this meets the OP’s approval despite the flaws and I encourage others to fill with something better.
Not OP here, just a random anon who enjoyed this greatly. It was cute, but not too sweet. Also, I don't think you have gotten too wordy, I happen to like long descriptions, but I guess this depends on personal tastes :) Anyway, I really like the fact that you put this into an historical context, even an ambiguous one. Now, I'm frustrated like hell because english is not my first language and I can't properly express how much I liked this story...Just know that I did :)
Also not OP, but oh my goodness this was LOVELY! I really liked it. It was sweet but not, and I dunno. It was just really great.
(The last paragraph really isn't as bad as you keep making it out to be. But I'm not you and don't know what you say is RIGHT, so, um. Th-though, the last sentence was a bit long and a little run-on-ish? That's really ALL, though.)
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Anyone/Anyone – Hair Petting
(Anonymous) 2012-04-28 01:11 am (UTC)(link)Bonus points: Russia being part of the equation
Re: Anyone/Anyone – Hair Petting
(Anonymous) 2012-04-28 02:31 am (UTC)(link)Re: Anyone/Anyone – Hair Petting
(Anonymous) 2012-04-28 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)^AS comfort.
(Anonymous) 2012-04-28 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2012-04-28 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)Tapestry 1a of 1
(Anonymous) 2012-04-29 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)“Russia, is that you?” Lithuania’s gentle voice drifted into the entryway stirring him back into motion. The smaller nation was already at his side by the time Russia had half of his coat buttons undone. He had a candle in one hand and the other outstretched to take the coat from him. Despite being in his dressing gown Lithuania didn’t look like he’d been sleeping.
Russia set his boots to the side of the door next to his gun and began shuffling towards the parlour where a fire was burning too brightly to have been unattended confirming his suspicion. “You did not need to wait up for me.”
Lithuania smiled mildly and took the tea pot from where it had been kept warm on the hearth. “You look tired. Sit and rest for a bit.” He poured a cup and placed it on the table closest to the fire. “Should I draw you a bath or would you rather I just set the warmer in your bed?”
Slumping heavily into the soft cushions of the chair Russia sighed. “There’s no need. Just go to bed.”
Despite the dismissive wave of his hand Lithuania replaced the teapot on the hearth and sat down on the chair next to Russia’s. He chewed his lip hesitantly for a moment before he spoke again, “Do you want to talk about it?”
The sharp “No,” Russia barked came too quick but Lithuania simply nodded. They sat for several minutes just listening to the crackling of the fire, Russia’s head resting limply against the back of the chair. He wasn’t aware of when he’d closed his eyes but when he felt a light touch against his head they flew open to stare up into rich green eyes framed by dark lashes.
“Relax,” Lithuania soothed and his hand stroked across pale strands in calming rhythm and exhausted as he was it was easy to be lulled into a comfortable trance by the action. It was far too soon in Russia’s opinion when Lithuania stepped away. A protest bubbled up in his throat but only managed to present itself in the form of a displeased whine as he watched the other through half-open eyes seat himself on the rug in front of the fire.
Patting the carpet next to him Lithuania directed, “Come. Lie down.”
Tapestry 1b of 1
(Anonymous) 2012-04-29 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)For an unknown stretch of time the calm of the scents and sounds around him mingled with the feelings of warmth and pleasure and those magical fingers weaving through his hair and pressing ever so lightly against his scalp weaving a beautiful tapestry of security that Russia had never had the luxury of feeling before. He had almost drifted passed his trance-like state into a peaceful slumber when Lithuania spoke again. His voice drifted through the air and merged with the web of comfort surrounding the dozing nation. “Tell me about it.”
Drained from the day and relaxed by Lithuania’s ministrations Russia couldn’t fight the tears that escaped the corners of his eyes and slid down to be absorbed into the soft fabric covering the smaller man’s thighs. Calloused fingers began kneading his scalp from the crown down to the base and back up again to join the sensations of tender caresses and scratching nails and the last of his resolve melted. “My own.” He closed his eyes against the tears that began falling in earnest. “They made me fight my own.”
It was nothing Lithuania hadn’t known already. Even busy as they were with chores all the nations in the house had heard of the standoff and the short but violent battle that ensued and while the rest would make a point to stay out of Russia’s way Lithuania would be there as an ear to listen and a shoulder to lean on. Living with the Russian Empire was hard but he had no doubt that being the Russian Empire was infinitely more so and while he might not always like the man he knew that he was the one whom he allowed to see his moments of weakness and doubt. So he shushed the larger man and whispered reassurances all the while running his fingers through white-gold hair and listening to the disjointed recollections of the day’s horrors muffled by weariness and a face turned to press into the cloth of his robe and when the words had left him hollow and sleep bore down against his bloodshot eyes it was Lithuania who guided him to bed and tucked him in and with a kiss to his forehead and one last stroke through his hair bid him goodnight.
Notes:
Fail title is fail and weak ending is weak.
It doesn’t come across well since most of the historical content got lost in editing (thus the awkward last paragraph) but this is supposed to be Russia returning home after the Decembrist Revolt. It turned out a bit ambiguous though.
Concrit is definitely welcome. I don’t often write outside of my own head so I’m a bit nervous with how this turned out. I didn’t focus as much on the sensations as I would have liked and I may have gotten a bit too wordy with my descriptions at some points. I also usually write from only one character’s perspective at a time and although I tried not to do that I failed miserably (again making the last paragraph awkward). OTL
Anyway, I hope this meets the OP’s approval despite the flaws and I encourage others to fill with something better.
Re: Tapestry 1b of 1
(Anonymous) 2012-05-01 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)Now, I'm frustrated like hell because english is not my first language and I can't properly express how much I liked this story...Just know that I did :)
Re: Tapestry 1b of 1
(Anonymous) 2012-05-09 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)(The last paragraph really isn't as bad as you keep making it out to be. But I'm not you and don't know what you say is RIGHT, so, um. Th-though, the last sentence was a bit long and a little run-on-ish? That's really ALL, though.)
I just really like how this is, is all. Uh.