Vernal Equinox [Lithuania and Poland]
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roesslyngTitle: Vernal Equinox
Characters/Pairing: Lithuania and Poland (friendship or romance? Maybe both. Interpret however you like!)
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 350
Summary: Lithuania dreams of the past and is made uneasy by it, but finds Poland's presence soothing.
Other: Originally posted on the main Hetalia community. (Original post)
This story has been translated into Vietnamese by Blue Jeans in translation team Nanyang. You can read it in Vietnamese here!
Vernal Equinox
Driven by memories
of harsh Winter’s hands
I seek succour
in Spring’s embrace.
So many marks. Slightly-raised and deep red-purple, they cross over and over this map that is your skin.
Slick, slipping, my fingers glide over you, easing the tension with softening oil. Hissing, you draw in a sharp breath. I lighten my touch, careful not to aggravate. You are quiet again.
Kneading the knots in endless circles, I press my love into you. Tense, far too tense. You are a wound spring, you are a crushing vice, you are a tight screw splitting wood along the grain. You are a frozen river in March and I am waiting for the ice to break.
Your voice in the night woke me. Your knuckles were white and your breath was ragged as last autumn’s leaves. I drew you to me and now in my whispering I weave you a blanket of solace.
Winter has passed; you are no longer crushed beneath January’s boots. Listen, and let me replenish your quiet strength.
Close your eyes, my friend. My words will be your colours. Do you hear the breeze rustling the yellow grain in your fields? Bend and touch the morning dew, fresh on green grass. Pluck a bright red poppy, press its petals to your lips.
Can you smell it? This is rain and rye and earth; this is warmth and light and restless life. This is the future that waits for you. This is your endless summer.
I feel a tremor run through you. I hear a sound. The river is breaking. The ice has shattered, overturned, and now all is free, flowing.
Yes, yes, that’s it. Let the river run. You keep yourself locked up too much.
I enfold you in my arms, hold you close to my heart. Let me be your sun, your Spring. Let me warm your ground. The buried roots remember.
You draw a deep breath. No longer shivering, you are relaxed now, eased. I brush kisses against your hair. Your hands cover mine, gentle but firm.
You are strong, my friend, and you are free.
The snow will be gone, in time.
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Characters/Pairing: Lithuania and Poland (friendship or romance? Maybe both. Interpret however you like!)
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 350
Summary: Lithuania dreams of the past and is made uneasy by it, but finds Poland's presence soothing.
Other: Originally posted on the main Hetalia community. (Original post)
This story has been translated into Vietnamese by Blue Jeans in translation team Nanyang. You can read it in Vietnamese here!
Vernal Equinox
Driven by memories
of harsh Winter’s hands
I seek succour
in Spring’s embrace.
So many marks. Slightly-raised and deep red-purple, they cross over and over this map that is your skin.
Slick, slipping, my fingers glide over you, easing the tension with softening oil. Hissing, you draw in a sharp breath. I lighten my touch, careful not to aggravate. You are quiet again.
Kneading the knots in endless circles, I press my love into you. Tense, far too tense. You are a wound spring, you are a crushing vice, you are a tight screw splitting wood along the grain. You are a frozen river in March and I am waiting for the ice to break.
Your voice in the night woke me. Your knuckles were white and your breath was ragged as last autumn’s leaves. I drew you to me and now in my whispering I weave you a blanket of solace.
Winter has passed; you are no longer crushed beneath January’s boots. Listen, and let me replenish your quiet strength.
Close your eyes, my friend. My words will be your colours. Do you hear the breeze rustling the yellow grain in your fields? Bend and touch the morning dew, fresh on green grass. Pluck a bright red poppy, press its petals to your lips.
Can you smell it? This is rain and rye and earth; this is warmth and light and restless life. This is the future that waits for you. This is your endless summer.
I feel a tremor run through you. I hear a sound. The river is breaking. The ice has shattered, overturned, and now all is free, flowing.
Yes, yes, that’s it. Let the river run. You keep yourself locked up too much.
I enfold you in my arms, hold you close to my heart. Let me be your sun, your Spring. Let me warm your ground. The buried roots remember.
You draw a deep breath. No longer shivering, you are relaxed now, eased. I brush kisses against your hair. Your hands cover mine, gentle but firm.
You are strong, my friend, and you are free.
The snow will be gone, in time.
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