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[Fanfic] Belaya Rus’: On A Rainy Day in the 14th Century
Title: Belaya Rus’: On A Rainy Day in the 14th Century
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nike2422
Rating: G
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Young!Belarus, Teen!Lithuania
Warnings: None really
Summary: Belarus shows Lithuania a way to help remember what’s said in those boring meetings he has to sit through.
Part 1 Part 2
Older Stuff
Belarus reached down and picked another mushroom, tossing it into her almost full basket. It didn’t take her long to pick enough to make Litva’s favorite dish that she knew he would appreciate once the meeting with his boss and advisors was over. She felt bad for him, cooped up in the house while they argued over the stupidest things. She found a few more mushrooms under a tree and arranged them in the basket so they wouldn’t fall out. “I think that’s enough.” She announced to the forest before turning and heading back the way she came. It was then she noticed it getting darker, and the distant rumble of thunder threatening rain. The young nation moved a little quicker, but stopped when she saw a very large black bird take off from a branch above her and fly deeper into the forest. It startled her and she stopped to stare at it, and then frowned as it flew away. Belarus knew the large, black eagle was only hunting for something to eat, but they still made her shiver for some reason when she saw them.
By the time she reached the kitchen door of Lithuania’s house the rain was coming down hard. She ran through the doorway with her basket of mushrooms and grabbed a towel to dry off with. Setting the basket on the bench she rubbed at her arms, hearing angry voices coming from the corridor to the next room. Belarus quietly walked to the doorway as she dried off her face and neck and peeked into the room. She could see Lithuania sitting off to one side, arms crossed over his chest, his face getting that stony look she knew too well when things were unpleasant. They were arguing over what had been said at the last meeting, one group insisting they had agreed to something and the other side insisting they hadn’t. She saw Lithuania look up at the door and see her there, so she backed away quietly and went back into the kitchen.
Belarus hopped up to hang the towel up on a hook on the wall, and then checked the dried berries she had left to soak before going out to pick mushrooms. They were coming along; the water now stained a purplish-blue from the reconstituted juice. Just then, the voices in the room the men were meeting in grew louder and angrier. She frowned at the doorway, and then looked down at the berries again. She picked up the feather, looking at it for a moment then smiled. Grabbing the bowl of berries Belarus carefully drained the juice into a smaller bowl, and then added salt and a small amount of wine to it. She stirred the ink until the salt dissolved, then found a good sharp knife to cut the feather into a quill. “What to write on though? I don’t have any paper or parchment.” She looked around until she saw the towel hanging on the hook. Smiling, she fetched a clean dry one off the shelf and put it in her embroidery frame to make it taut, then collected the ink and feather quill and quietly walked back to the room where the men were still arguing. She found a table off in a corner of the room to set her things on, then climbed up into a chair and sat quietly. Filling her quill with ink, she then carefully wrote a few words on the towel, checking to see how clear the words looked on the fine linen. She smiled when it stayed clear enough to read, and then began to copy down what the men were saying as quickly as possible, but still trying to keep it neat. Her feet swung back and forth under the chair as she wrote the words down.
Lithuania was fed up with the arguing. Every meeting turned into this because no one remembered what was discussed from the meeting before. He knew damn well which side was right but it didn’t matter if he opened his mouth because no one would listen to him. He sat with arms crossed, wishing he were anywhere else than there. He really wanted to go to the kitchen and see what Belarus was up to, finding her company much more pleasant than listening to his boss and the other ruling elite scream obscenities at each other. He caught the movement of her swinging feet and looked over to the small table in the corner with a curious expression. She had a large black feather in her hand and she every so often would dip it in a bowl, and then scratch the feather on a piece of fabric. He wondered if she was drawing a picture, or maybe coming up with a new design to embroider on the cloth. The meeting finally ended and Lithuania gratefully got up and moved away from the clusters of people still arguing with each other. He wandered over to Belarus and smiled at her. “Bela, what are you up to?”
“I’m writing down what was said in the meeting.” She answered in a matter of fact tone, not looking up from the towel. “Let me finish the last bit, before I forget what he said,” and continued writing the last few words. “There, all done.” She put the black eagle feather in the bowl of juice and then blew on the wet letters on the towel. “I kept it as neat as I could, but towels aren’t the best to write on.” She added, picking up the piece of white linen and handing to Lithuania.
The older nation held it in his hand and stared at the markings. “These marks are the words we said in the meeting?”
Belarus nodded, “Yes Litva, want me to read it to you?”
Lithuania handed back the towel. “Would you please?”
The child nation laid the towel out on the table again and began reading the words back to Lithuania, who stood in wonder at hearing the words his boss and advisors had said before. “This is wonderful Bela! Where did you learn how to do this?”
She looked up at him, “The priests at the church taught me.”
“Priests at the church, oh … you’re a Christian?”
“Mhmm,” Belarus answered, pulling out the little gold necklace she had worn since the day Lithuania found her. “See, here is the cross Big Sister gave me.”
“I see,” He looked at the cross. “Do you like being a Christian?”
Belarus shrugged. “I guess so, I still like the old seasonal festivals too. I like the singing in church the most, it’s pretty.”
“Are the stories true about your Big Sister’s boss making everyone get into the river at the same time to become Christians?”
“It is true, she told me that story. The night before her boss sent out a proclamation that everyone in Kiev had to be at the river the next morning or ‘face his extreme displeasure.’ Everyone was there and they all went into the river at the same time. Then the Devil ran away screaming because he couldn’t stand the sight of losing so many disciples.”
Lithuania raised an eyebrow. “Really … did anyone see this devil running away?”
“I don’t know Litva, that’s what was written in the history book.”
“I see,” he replied, looking down at her pale blond head. Since she had come to live in his house, Belarus had proven to be a worthy asset. She worked hard, was very smart and once she got over the fear of murdering horsemen riding into her village, developed a pleasant demeanor that Lithuania found charming. He couldn’t help but grow to be very fond of her, and hoped nothing ever happened to change her sweet nature. Now she had shown she had another useful skill. “Bela, would it be possible for you to write down the words next time we have a meeting?”
“Of course I could, but I need some things. I need real ink, this is berry juice, and I will need some paper or parchment to write on. Paper’s not easy to find though.”
“Ink and paper or parchment. Got it. Do you think you could teach me how to see the words after you write them?”
Belarus smiled at him, “Uh huh, I can do that, I can teach you how to write them too, if you want.”
“I do want that Bela, thank you.” Litva gave her a warm smile and kissed her on the forehead. “Did you find any mushrooms?”
“Oh, yes I did! I picked a basket full so I can make your favorite dish.” Belarus smiled up at him, blushing slightly from the kiss. “I’ll get to work on that right now!” She said as she climbed down from the chair and ran back into the kitchen.
Lithuania watched her run down the hallway, then picked up the towel again and inspected the markings on it carefully. He turned the towel around, trying to figure out which way the words were right side up so they could be read, a very confused look on his face but with new admiration for the little girl nation. With the towel in his hand he followed her into the kitchen to help her fix supper.
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Author’s Note: The official state language of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania was Belarusian until 1710 when Polish became the official language of the Commonwealth. One source I read claimed that since Lithuanians were pagan they were illiterate so the Belarusians had to do the writing for them. I doubt that was the case; despite being the last in Europe to convert to Christianity, Lithuanians didn’t live in a vacuum either and would have been exposed to writing. It still made a fun plot for a story.
Author:
nike2422Rating: G
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Young!Belarus, Teen!Lithuania
Warnings: None really
Summary: Belarus shows Lithuania a way to help remember what’s said in those boring meetings he has to sit through.
Part 1 Part 2
Older Stuff
Belarus reached down and picked another mushroom, tossing it into her almost full basket. It didn’t take her long to pick enough to make Litva’s favorite dish that she knew he would appreciate once the meeting with his boss and advisors was over. She felt bad for him, cooped up in the house while they argued over the stupidest things. She found a few more mushrooms under a tree and arranged them in the basket so they wouldn’t fall out. “I think that’s enough.” She announced to the forest before turning and heading back the way she came. It was then she noticed it getting darker, and the distant rumble of thunder threatening rain. The young nation moved a little quicker, but stopped when she saw a very large black bird take off from a branch above her and fly deeper into the forest. It startled her and she stopped to stare at it, and then frowned as it flew away. Belarus knew the large, black eagle was only hunting for something to eat, but they still made her shiver for some reason when she saw them.
By the time she reached the kitchen door of Lithuania’s house the rain was coming down hard. She ran through the doorway with her basket of mushrooms and grabbed a towel to dry off with. Setting the basket on the bench she rubbed at her arms, hearing angry voices coming from the corridor to the next room. Belarus quietly walked to the doorway as she dried off her face and neck and peeked into the room. She could see Lithuania sitting off to one side, arms crossed over his chest, his face getting that stony look she knew too well when things were unpleasant. They were arguing over what had been said at the last meeting, one group insisting they had agreed to something and the other side insisting they hadn’t. She saw Lithuania look up at the door and see her there, so she backed away quietly and went back into the kitchen.
Belarus hopped up to hang the towel up on a hook on the wall, and then checked the dried berries she had left to soak before going out to pick mushrooms. They were coming along; the water now stained a purplish-blue from the reconstituted juice. Just then, the voices in the room the men were meeting in grew louder and angrier. She frowned at the doorway, and then looked down at the berries again. She picked up the feather, looking at it for a moment then smiled. Grabbing the bowl of berries Belarus carefully drained the juice into a smaller bowl, and then added salt and a small amount of wine to it. She stirred the ink until the salt dissolved, then found a good sharp knife to cut the feather into a quill. “What to write on though? I don’t have any paper or parchment.” She looked around until she saw the towel hanging on the hook. Smiling, she fetched a clean dry one off the shelf and put it in her embroidery frame to make it taut, then collected the ink and feather quill and quietly walked back to the room where the men were still arguing. She found a table off in a corner of the room to set her things on, then climbed up into a chair and sat quietly. Filling her quill with ink, she then carefully wrote a few words on the towel, checking to see how clear the words looked on the fine linen. She smiled when it stayed clear enough to read, and then began to copy down what the men were saying as quickly as possible, but still trying to keep it neat. Her feet swung back and forth under the chair as she wrote the words down.
Lithuania was fed up with the arguing. Every meeting turned into this because no one remembered what was discussed from the meeting before. He knew damn well which side was right but it didn’t matter if he opened his mouth because no one would listen to him. He sat with arms crossed, wishing he were anywhere else than there. He really wanted to go to the kitchen and see what Belarus was up to, finding her company much more pleasant than listening to his boss and the other ruling elite scream obscenities at each other. He caught the movement of her swinging feet and looked over to the small table in the corner with a curious expression. She had a large black feather in her hand and she every so often would dip it in a bowl, and then scratch the feather on a piece of fabric. He wondered if she was drawing a picture, or maybe coming up with a new design to embroider on the cloth. The meeting finally ended and Lithuania gratefully got up and moved away from the clusters of people still arguing with each other. He wandered over to Belarus and smiled at her. “Bela, what are you up to?”
“I’m writing down what was said in the meeting.” She answered in a matter of fact tone, not looking up from the towel. “Let me finish the last bit, before I forget what he said,” and continued writing the last few words. “There, all done.” She put the black eagle feather in the bowl of juice and then blew on the wet letters on the towel. “I kept it as neat as I could, but towels aren’t the best to write on.” She added, picking up the piece of white linen and handing to Lithuania.
The older nation held it in his hand and stared at the markings. “These marks are the words we said in the meeting?”
Belarus nodded, “Yes Litva, want me to read it to you?”
Lithuania handed back the towel. “Would you please?”
The child nation laid the towel out on the table again and began reading the words back to Lithuania, who stood in wonder at hearing the words his boss and advisors had said before. “This is wonderful Bela! Where did you learn how to do this?”
She looked up at him, “The priests at the church taught me.”
“Priests at the church, oh … you’re a Christian?”
“Mhmm,” Belarus answered, pulling out the little gold necklace she had worn since the day Lithuania found her. “See, here is the cross Big Sister gave me.”
“I see,” He looked at the cross. “Do you like being a Christian?”
Belarus shrugged. “I guess so, I still like the old seasonal festivals too. I like the singing in church the most, it’s pretty.”
“Are the stories true about your Big Sister’s boss making everyone get into the river at the same time to become Christians?”
“It is true, she told me that story. The night before her boss sent out a proclamation that everyone in Kiev had to be at the river the next morning or ‘face his extreme displeasure.’ Everyone was there and they all went into the river at the same time. Then the Devil ran away screaming because he couldn’t stand the sight of losing so many disciples.”
Lithuania raised an eyebrow. “Really … did anyone see this devil running away?”
“I don’t know Litva, that’s what was written in the history book.”
“I see,” he replied, looking down at her pale blond head. Since she had come to live in his house, Belarus had proven to be a worthy asset. She worked hard, was very smart and once she got over the fear of murdering horsemen riding into her village, developed a pleasant demeanor that Lithuania found charming. He couldn’t help but grow to be very fond of her, and hoped nothing ever happened to change her sweet nature. Now she had shown she had another useful skill. “Bela, would it be possible for you to write down the words next time we have a meeting?”
“Of course I could, but I need some things. I need real ink, this is berry juice, and I will need some paper or parchment to write on. Paper’s not easy to find though.”
“Ink and paper or parchment. Got it. Do you think you could teach me how to see the words after you write them?”
Belarus smiled at him, “Uh huh, I can do that, I can teach you how to write them too, if you want.”
“I do want that Bela, thank you.” Litva gave her a warm smile and kissed her on the forehead. “Did you find any mushrooms?”
“Oh, yes I did! I picked a basket full so I can make your favorite dish.” Belarus smiled up at him, blushing slightly from the kiss. “I’ll get to work on that right now!” She said as she climbed down from the chair and ran back into the kitchen.
Lithuania watched her run down the hallway, then picked up the towel again and inspected the markings on it carefully. He turned the towel around, trying to figure out which way the words were right side up so they could be read, a very confused look on his face but with new admiration for the little girl nation. With the towel in his hand he followed her into the kitchen to help her fix supper.
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Author’s Note: The official state language of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania was Belarusian until 1710 when Polish became the official language of the Commonwealth. One source I read claimed that since Lithuanians were pagan they were illiterate so the Belarusians had to do the writing for them. I doubt that was the case; despite being the last in Europe to convert to Christianity, Lithuanians didn’t live in a vacuum either and would have been exposed to writing. It still made a fun plot for a story.
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Anyways, I'm looking forward to more of these fics. ^^
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As someone mentioned in a comment in part 1, the Westermarck effect may be part of the issue with Belarus not having any romantic interest in Lithuania, but wanting a romantic relationship with her "brother." She lived with one from an early age, and met the other after she was grown.
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I guess that's true..but at the same time some young children have crushes on people older than themselves because they think they're 'mature' or stuff like that. Like how students have crushes on their teachers...lol.
And another thing is, that could only apply if Belarus was actually younger than Lithuania. If she was close to his age then it would be totally different I imagine. The other reason I can think of is if Belarus thought of Lithuania more as a 'brother' or relative than Russia. That would make sense too...but then why would she hate him so much in canon Hetalia, that I don't know. xD
I always did wonder why Liet had a crush on Belarus in the first place. It's cute but I never really understood why Himaruya-sensei made it that way.
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