Make Me Live [Estonia/Finland]
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roesslyngTitle: Make Me Live
Characters/Pairing:
Rating: 10+
Length: 740
Summary: Liquor and cheesy songs bring Estonia and Finland closer together.
Other: Posted on my personal journal. (Original entry)
Make Me Live
The hour was late. The city was still. The darkness was punctuated by streetlamps and their warm yellow glow caught the falling snow, making it sparkle. From a seemingly deserted park the sound of loud, cheerful singing rang out.
“Ooh, you make me live! Whatever this world can’t give to me, I got you, you’re all I see! Ooh, you make me live, now, honey! Ooh, you make me live!”
Two young men danced together in the snow, improvising steps as they went. Hands joined, they laughed as they sang, stumbling over the words. From the flush on their cheeks and the slurred syllables in their speech it was clear they were joyfully intoxicated.
“Ehhh, whazz the next line?”
“No idea!”
They sang the verse through again then stumbled to a nearby bench and collapsed upon it. Nestling together like two birds on a branch, they continued, laughing between words.
“Been with you such a long time; you’re my sunshine!” Finland giggled, pillowing his head on his friend’s shoulder.
“And I want you to know that these feelings are true – I really love you...” Estonia picked up the tune. As the words actually registered, he trailed off, blinking blearily.
“Ohh, you’re my best friend!” Snuggling up close, Finland sighed contentedly, not seeming to notice that Estonia had quieted. “Mm, you’re really really waaaarmmm.”
The breath by his ear made Estonia shiver. “Ah?” He hesitated, then slid his arm around the other’s shoulders. It felt good to have him so close. It was as it used to be and they were as they had been on the cool long-ago nights, when it seemed there was nothing in the world but the two of them. Almost.
A part of him said, stop thinking that way. You’re being foolish. The rest of him pushed that voice into the closet and locked it, saying, there’s nothing wrong with that.
He drew Finland nearer and buried his face in his hair. “S’ true, you know.” The words slipped out. Ordinarily his judgement was far better. The drinks they had shared together had loosened his tongue.
“Eh? What?”
A baffled murmur and more fluttering breath. It left Estonia flustered, the blush on his cheeks deepening a shade. If asked he would have claimed it was the cold and the liquor. Though he urged himself to shut up, he spoke again, mouth moving against both will and logic. “S’ true,” he said. “I love you, I mean.”
“Hmm-mm.” Finland nosed Estonia’s cheek, considering the words as if they were something requiring much thought. “S’ no secret,” he slurred. “You’re completely in love with me – everyone knowssss already, ‘cause you want to be like me!”
“That’s not what I—“
“Know what you meant. Don’t worry.”
“Do you?” Estonia murmured, realizing just how close they were. He could feel the heat from Finland’s flushed cheeks. Their breath mixed, ghosting over skin. Painfully close.
“I do.
Estonia swallowed harshly. They were nose-to-nose and somehow though logic screamed at him he spoke again, his voice wavering and barely audible. “Do you still-“ His words were cut off by the feather-light pressure of Finland’s lips.
“I never stopped.”
They stared at each other. Eventually it seemed to dawn on Finland precisely what he had just said. “Don’t tell,” he whispered. “Don’t tell whatsisface. That guy.”
“Sweden?”
“Yeah. Swe. Swee. Shveeeeeeden. Him.” Another press, another kiss. “Don’t tell Sweden.” Another, deeper. “Don’t tell Sweden.” Once more, firm and insistent. “Don’t tell.”
Estonia’s dazed, whispered reply was simply, “I won’t.”
“Good.” The kiss he received as reward for that was soft, tender, and somehow resigned. It lingered as if there would never be another. Perhaps there never would be another.
They held each other in the cool night, silent, their hair dusted with snowflakes. Though he felt he would regret everything in the morning, at that moment Estonia was content.
“Should go home. He’ll worry.” Finland’s voice broke the quiet.
“Yes.”
“Stay. You can sleep on that. That thing. With the cushions.”
“Sofa?”
“Yes.”
They stood up unsteadily and paused to brush the snow off. Finland grabbed Estonia’s scarf and tugged him close. He let out a startled sound but his voice was muffled as his mouth was covered. When they parted they were both breathless.
“Don’t tell Sweden.” A desperate whisper.
“I won’t.”
“Okay.”
“I promise.”
“Okay.”
They walked home. Their hands did not touch. Not another word was exchanged between them.
Characters/Pairing:
Rating: 10+
Length: 740
Summary: Liquor and cheesy songs bring Estonia and Finland closer together.
Other: Posted on my personal journal. (Original entry)
Make Me Live
The hour was late. The city was still. The darkness was punctuated by streetlamps and their warm yellow glow caught the falling snow, making it sparkle. From a seemingly deserted park the sound of loud, cheerful singing rang out.
“Ooh, you make me live! Whatever this world can’t give to me, I got you, you’re all I see! Ooh, you make me live, now, honey! Ooh, you make me live!”
Two young men danced together in the snow, improvising steps as they went. Hands joined, they laughed as they sang, stumbling over the words. From the flush on their cheeks and the slurred syllables in their speech it was clear they were joyfully intoxicated.
“Ehhh, whazz the next line?”
“No idea!”
They sang the verse through again then stumbled to a nearby bench and collapsed upon it. Nestling together like two birds on a branch, they continued, laughing between words.
“Been with you such a long time; you’re my sunshine!” Finland giggled, pillowing his head on his friend’s shoulder.
“And I want you to know that these feelings are true – I really love you...” Estonia picked up the tune. As the words actually registered, he trailed off, blinking blearily.
“Ohh, you’re my best friend!” Snuggling up close, Finland sighed contentedly, not seeming to notice that Estonia had quieted. “Mm, you’re really really waaaarmmm.”
The breath by his ear made Estonia shiver. “Ah?” He hesitated, then slid his arm around the other’s shoulders. It felt good to have him so close. It was as it used to be and they were as they had been on the cool long-ago nights, when it seemed there was nothing in the world but the two of them. Almost.
A part of him said, stop thinking that way. You’re being foolish. The rest of him pushed that voice into the closet and locked it, saying, there’s nothing wrong with that.
He drew Finland nearer and buried his face in his hair. “S’ true, you know.” The words slipped out. Ordinarily his judgement was far better. The drinks they had shared together had loosened his tongue.
“Eh? What?”
A baffled murmur and more fluttering breath. It left Estonia flustered, the blush on his cheeks deepening a shade. If asked he would have claimed it was the cold and the liquor. Though he urged himself to shut up, he spoke again, mouth moving against both will and logic. “S’ true,” he said. “I love you, I mean.”
“Hmm-mm.” Finland nosed Estonia’s cheek, considering the words as if they were something requiring much thought. “S’ no secret,” he slurred. “You’re completely in love with me – everyone knowssss already, ‘cause you want to be like me!”
“That’s not what I—“
“Know what you meant. Don’t worry.”
“Do you?” Estonia murmured, realizing just how close they were. He could feel the heat from Finland’s flushed cheeks. Their breath mixed, ghosting over skin. Painfully close.
“I do.
Estonia swallowed harshly. They were nose-to-nose and somehow though logic screamed at him he spoke again, his voice wavering and barely audible. “Do you still-“ His words were cut off by the feather-light pressure of Finland’s lips.
“I never stopped.”
They stared at each other. Eventually it seemed to dawn on Finland precisely what he had just said. “Don’t tell,” he whispered. “Don’t tell whatsisface. That guy.”
“Sweden?”
“Yeah. Swe. Swee. Shveeeeeeden. Him.” Another press, another kiss. “Don’t tell Sweden.” Another, deeper. “Don’t tell Sweden.” Once more, firm and insistent. “Don’t tell.”
Estonia’s dazed, whispered reply was simply, “I won’t.”
“Good.” The kiss he received as reward for that was soft, tender, and somehow resigned. It lingered as if there would never be another. Perhaps there never would be another.
They held each other in the cool night, silent, their hair dusted with snowflakes. Though he felt he would regret everything in the morning, at that moment Estonia was content.
“Should go home. He’ll worry.” Finland’s voice broke the quiet.
“Yes.”
“Stay. You can sleep on that. That thing. With the cushions.”
“Sofa?”
“Yes.”
They stood up unsteadily and paused to brush the snow off. Finland grabbed Estonia’s scarf and tugged him close. He let out a startled sound but his voice was muffled as his mouth was covered. When they parted they were both breathless.
“Don’t tell Sweden.” A desperate whisper.
“I won’t.”
“Okay.”
“I promise.”
“Okay.”
They walked home. Their hands did not touch. Not another word was exchanged between them.
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