The Short Summer [Finland/Russia]
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roesslyngTitle: The Short Summer
Characters/Pairing: Finland/Russia
Rating: 10+
Length: 260
Summary: Anticipating an attack from Russia, Finland waits - and remembers.
Other: Written for Minako. Originally posted in my personal journal. (Original entry)
The Short Summer
Cold. Finland looked up, his breath fogging the air. Not long now, he thought. They’d be coming soon.
He licked his wind-chapped lips and waited. It wasn’t time for worry or nervousness, nor fear neither. The hit would be soon and he had to be ready. Last night had been the time for all that, and other things, too.
Other things. Like remembering how it had once been. In fact, he thought, it was not that long ago, though somehow it felt as if it had happened a thousand years ago in some place far away. It had passed by him with scarce more than a blink. He had come along with transferred territory, a loss, ceded, and he found – what? A smiling face and warm words that welcomed him. Attention lavished on him, and resources too, and unexpected affection accompanying that. There was something else too. It was something he couldn’t quite place, a feeling Finland couldn’t describe.
Whatever it was, it hadn’t lasted. Few things did, but damn it, those good times seemed too brief, the years of happiness too short. In so little time everything went wrong. Well, Finland thought as he drew in a deep breath of cold air. Wouldn’t do him any good to think about Russia, as there he was in the cold waiting for him. Though the air was crisp and cool and fresh it seemed to Finland that it smelled wrong, somehow. The ache deep in his gut just wouldn’t go away.
He didn’t understand it.
It didn’t matter.
It was over.
All of it.
Characters/Pairing: Finland/Russia
Rating: 10+
Length: 260
Summary: Anticipating an attack from Russia, Finland waits - and remembers.
Other: Written for Minako. Originally posted in my personal journal. (Original entry)
The Short Summer
Cold. Finland looked up, his breath fogging the air. Not long now, he thought. They’d be coming soon.
He licked his wind-chapped lips and waited. It wasn’t time for worry or nervousness, nor fear neither. The hit would be soon and he had to be ready. Last night had been the time for all that, and other things, too.
Other things. Like remembering how it had once been. In fact, he thought, it was not that long ago, though somehow it felt as if it had happened a thousand years ago in some place far away. It had passed by him with scarce more than a blink. He had come along with transferred territory, a loss, ceded, and he found – what? A smiling face and warm words that welcomed him. Attention lavished on him, and resources too, and unexpected affection accompanying that. There was something else too. It was something he couldn’t quite place, a feeling Finland couldn’t describe.
Whatever it was, it hadn’t lasted. Few things did, but damn it, those good times seemed too brief, the years of happiness too short. In so little time everything went wrong. Well, Finland thought as he drew in a deep breath of cold air. Wouldn’t do him any good to think about Russia, as there he was in the cold waiting for him. Though the air was crisp and cool and fresh it seemed to Finland that it smelled wrong, somehow. The ache deep in his gut just wouldn’t go away.
He didn’t understand it.
It didn’t matter.
It was over.
All of it.
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