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hetalia2009-05-31 08:25 pm
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Entry tags:
De-anoning
Title: Petition
Author: Relker's sister (you can call me Imouto-chan!)
Rating: G
Warnings: Excessive fluff?
Summary: Sweden finds this.
Um, hi. I dunno how many of you know Relker, but I'm his little sister (explanation is over at my? our? journal). And I wrote this fic a while back, but I figured I should post it to the main com now that I have (share?) an account.
Petition
Raivis was awoken by a knocking on his door. The boy wanted to turn over, and go back to sleep, but he couldn't, now that he was awake. Years with Ivan had seen to that. So he roused himself, and blearily peered at the man on the other side of the door.
"Sweden?" he asked, confused. What wast he older nation doing here?
"W's th's?"
Latvia stared at the paper Berwald was holding in front of his face. He took it after a moment, and a moment after that he realized that the Swede was asking what it was.
"It's a petition," Raivis said simply. He had known that such a thing had been going around among his people, but he hadn't realized that it had become so popular that Berwald would have heard of it.
"T' inv'd?"
Even though Raivis spent plenty of time at Sweden and Finland's house, playing with Sealand, he still wasn't nearly as fluent in "Swedish" as Finland was, and so once again he took several moments to puzzle out what Berwald meant.
"It's what the people want," Latvia replied diplomatically.
"'N ya?"
Raivis considered what Sweden had said, after he had translated the question. Did he want it? He hadn't been free that long at all. And he had spent such a terribly long time at Ivan's house. With, well, Ivan.
But Berwald wasn't anything like Ivan at all. And Tino and Peter would be there, too.
And, above all, it was what his people wanted, and Latvia's duty was to his people, first and foremost.
"Yes, Sweden," Latvia said, bowing his head, suppressing a tremble, "I want it, too. Please take over."
"C'mn."
Raivis spent a moment deciphering that, and decided it probably translated as 'come on'.
"Come? Where?"
"Wit me."
Oh, to Sweden's house.
"But my things..." Latvia quietly protested.
Berwald just looked at him, and it was all the boy could do but run from that terrifying gaze.
"I--I'll b-be grabbing my-my things now," Latvia stammered, and hurried back into his house. He hadn't been expecting Sweden's visit at all, so he didn't have time to grab a lot of things. He ended up packing mostly clothes, but he found space for some of his most important possessions, including a picture of him and his brothers when they were really little, before they knew that there was a world besides each other. A happier time. Before he had to move from house to house, rarely having time in his own.
But he had been in Sweden's house before, he kept reminding himself. It had been good, then. Not as good as being independent, but it was also much, much better than being in Russia's house!
The boy came back outside again, now properly dressed for the cold weather, and carrying the bag of his few possessions. In silence, he followed Sweden back to the older one's house.
In time that felt both as an eternity, and a mere moment, Sweden's house came into view. The too-short subarctic day had given way to night, and so Latvia could only see Sweden's house nestled among the snowbanks by virtue on the many lights emanating from within. Raivis followed Berwald inside, and let the warmth of the cozy house wash over him.
The first few days were almost pleasant--it was hardly different from when he visited Peter, and spent a few days with his family. Yet this stay lasted longer than any visit of his before. At times, he could hardly fell that his visit was anything but ordinary, yet at others, he chaffed against being stuck in a house not his own: he fought with Peter, refused to eat Tino's Finnish dishes, and sulked in his room for hours at a time.
Yet even with the bad times, he always in the end remembered how nice this was, how it was infinitely better than living with Russia, or being a burden on his brothers who were struggling as well. If he could not have his own house, then surely this was the next best thing.
And, for some reason, when he heard Tino accidentally mention "my other son, Raivis", for some strange reason, he couldn't help but smile.
Please let me know honestly what you think. Complements and critique are both welcome. This is also being cross-posted to my (mine and Relker's?) journal.
Author: Relker's sister (you can call me Imouto-chan!)
Rating: G
Warnings: Excessive fluff?
Summary: Sweden finds this.
Um, hi. I dunno how many of you know Relker, but I'm his little sister (explanation is over at my? our? journal). And I wrote this fic a while back, but I figured I should post it to the main com now that I have (share?) an account.
Petition
Raivis was awoken by a knocking on his door. The boy wanted to turn over, and go back to sleep, but he couldn't, now that he was awake. Years with Ivan had seen to that. So he roused himself, and blearily peered at the man on the other side of the door.
"Sweden?" he asked, confused. What wast he older nation doing here?
"W's th's?"
Latvia stared at the paper Berwald was holding in front of his face. He took it after a moment, and a moment after that he realized that the Swede was asking what it was.
"It's a petition," Raivis said simply. He had known that such a thing had been going around among his people, but he hadn't realized that it had become so popular that Berwald would have heard of it.
"T' inv'd?"
Even though Raivis spent plenty of time at Sweden and Finland's house, playing with Sealand, he still wasn't nearly as fluent in "Swedish" as Finland was, and so once again he took several moments to puzzle out what Berwald meant.
"It's what the people want," Latvia replied diplomatically.
"'N ya?"
Raivis considered what Sweden had said, after he had translated the question. Did he want it? He hadn't been free that long at all. And he had spent such a terribly long time at Ivan's house. With, well, Ivan.
But Berwald wasn't anything like Ivan at all. And Tino and Peter would be there, too.
And, above all, it was what his people wanted, and Latvia's duty was to his people, first and foremost.
"Yes, Sweden," Latvia said, bowing his head, suppressing a tremble, "I want it, too. Please take over."
"C'mn."
Raivis spent a moment deciphering that, and decided it probably translated as 'come on'.
"Come? Where?"
"Wit me."
Oh, to Sweden's house.
"But my things..." Latvia quietly protested.
Berwald just looked at him, and it was all the boy could do but run from that terrifying gaze.
"I--I'll b-be grabbing my-my things now," Latvia stammered, and hurried back into his house. He hadn't been expecting Sweden's visit at all, so he didn't have time to grab a lot of things. He ended up packing mostly clothes, but he found space for some of his most important possessions, including a picture of him and his brothers when they were really little, before they knew that there was a world besides each other. A happier time. Before he had to move from house to house, rarely having time in his own.
But he had been in Sweden's house before, he kept reminding himself. It had been good, then. Not as good as being independent, but it was also much, much better than being in Russia's house!
The boy came back outside again, now properly dressed for the cold weather, and carrying the bag of his few possessions. In silence, he followed Sweden back to the older one's house.
In time that felt both as an eternity, and a mere moment, Sweden's house came into view. The too-short subarctic day had given way to night, and so Latvia could only see Sweden's house nestled among the snowbanks by virtue on the many lights emanating from within. Raivis followed Berwald inside, and let the warmth of the cozy house wash over him.
The first few days were almost pleasant--it was hardly different from when he visited Peter, and spent a few days with his family. Yet this stay lasted longer than any visit of his before. At times, he could hardly fell that his visit was anything but ordinary, yet at others, he chaffed against being stuck in a house not his own: he fought with Peter, refused to eat Tino's Finnish dishes, and sulked in his room for hours at a time.
Yet even with the bad times, he always in the end remembered how nice this was, how it was infinitely better than living with Russia, or being a burden on his brothers who were struggling as well. If he could not have his own house, then surely this was the next best thing.
And, for some reason, when he heard Tino accidentally mention "my other son, Raivis", for some strange reason, he couldn't help but smile.
Please let me know honestly what you think. Complements and critique are both welcome. This is also being cross-posted to my (mine and Relker's?) journal.
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Omg, that was the cutest thing I've read all day >w< Omg.........NNG!!!
One grammar mistake if you don't mind the critique:
"At times, he could hardly felt that his visit was anything but ordinary" should be he could hardly feel
Sweden ILU for taking everyone in >w
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And thank you very much for the compliment! *blushes*