http://cordylaer.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cordylaer.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hetalia2008-11-08 04:35 pm
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Fanfic


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Title: no.
Author: Dr. Noname (doesn't have an LJ account)
Characters: Russia and Japan
Warning: G
Translated from Russian into English: this time by me))
 

Snow was falling on their shoulders - and lying there for a while without melting. It felt… good. It felt cozy. Softening every single sound around. Like a cool, chilly cocoon separating them both from the whole outer world, and Kiku didn’t  shudder even a bit, when he felt Ivan’s arms put around his shoulders and Ivan’s head buried in one. So natural, it caused no rejection and… felt even pleasant. Russia-kun turned out to be so warm, his scarf tickled Kiku’s cheek and his breath smelt of alcohol – just slightly and not unpleasantly.

Kiku’s arms carefully wiped the snow off Russia’s shoulders, slid down his back, twiddled the scarf, and, in an imperceptible magician-like move, made a pair of scissors come out of a sleeve.

“Russia-kun is so big… - Japan thought not noticing a gentle note in his own thoughts. – Probably, he will not mind if cut off a piece. These Kuril Islands, for instance, he won’t  even notice it, such a trifle for him, and I… I want a souvenir. Anything to remind me of this day, of this coziness…”

And Ivan – his chin still on Kiku’s shoulder, eyes closed – was thinking: “He is so tiny…So tiny that it is even touching. How sad he must be, such a small little thing…”

And he pulled Kiku closer.

“You know, Japan, I want a souvenir to remind me of this day and this coziness,” – there was slight sadness in Russia’s voice, sadness which sounded like the snow around them.

“I understand you so much,” - Kiku whispered, at he same time aiming with his scissors at the scarf, and gasped when Russia’s arms clenched  tighter on his waist.

“I think you will become a good souvenir”.

 Ivan was smiling tenderly, and it was snowing on, on and on, snow falling on their shoulders, covering them both from the rest of the world.

No one will come to your help…

 

[identity profile] lksugui.livejournal.com 2008-11-09 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
That was beautifully written. The atmosphere - the snow, the cold and the isolation - the initial fluffiness and the end... oh, the end! *shivers*

Thanks for sharing this! ^3^

[identity profile] insomniel.livejournal.com 2008-11-11 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
I love how how it started of so sweet and then became so chilling. Great job, author/translator.