Persuasion [Estonia and Finland]
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roesslyngTitle: Persuasion
Characters/Pairing:
Rating: E for everyone
Length: 781
Summary: Estonia and Finland steal Germany's garden gnomes.
Other: Posted in my sketchjournal. (Original entry)
Persuasion
It was a simple matter of ducking in, snatching the gnomes, and running out as fast as their legs could carry them. Easy as pie, Finland said. Estonia, blanch-faced, protested that they shouldn’t, that they’d both be dead as doornails as soon as Germany found out about it. “No. I won’t. No way. Not this time.”
It took some of Finland’s gentle persuasion to make him give in. “Come on, Viro; we won’t get caught! We’ll do it when nobody’s home – just go in really quick, then, wham! Out of there. And it isn’t as if we won’t give ‘em back eventually.”
With the way Finland was smiling as he plotted, it was hard to refuse, and Estonia had to admit – it was a rather clever prank, especially the part where they would send photographs in the mail of the gnomes “travelling” to unexpected places – and it was a completely harmless thing, really, and no harm would come from it, except to their own asses if Germany found out about it.
“He won’t find out. Don’t worry! It’ll be fine. Don’t you trust me?”
With reluctance, Estonia caved.
That was how he found himself sneaking through Germany’s garden, close behind Finland, who was grinning ear-to-ear, clearly enjoying himself thoroughly.
“Aha, just there,” he said as he peeked through the bushes, spotting the target. “Now we just have to-“
Estonia, on the other hand, was having second thoughts.
“He’ll kill us until we’re dead,” he groaned. “And then he’ll do it again for good measure, and—“
Finland sighed. “Don’t you start with that again.” He smiled, giving Estonia a friendly slap on the back. “Come on. Just a quick in and out. On the count of three, okay?”
Estonia took a deep breath and nodded. “Fine. Right. Okay.”
“Right. One. Two. Three!”
They bolted from their cover and ran. They snatched up the gnomes and, as they ran back, Estonia found himself thinking that maybe it would go through without a hitch; maybe they’d live to see another day.
They had just barely reached their cover when there was the conspicuous sound of a screen door opening. Estonia looked toward the house, eyes widening in panic, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. Finland who saved him, hissing “Get down!” as he grabbed Estonia’s collar and tugged him down into the shade, covering his mouth with one hand to muffle the startled noise he made. Among the twigs and evergreen needles they waited, hardly making a sound, barely even daring to breathe.
Whistling could be heard, and the sound of footsteps.
Estonia clutched the garden gnome and peeked through the branches. Between the thick pine needles, he could just barely see Prussia walking through the garden, heading down toward the street. He quickly calculated that if he turned left, everything would be fine. If he turned right – they would be spotted. It would all be over. Dead and done. He elbowed Finland and made a quiet frightened sound, muffled by Finland’s hand, which still covered his mouth.
“Quiet,” Finland hissed by Estonia’s ear, his voice hardly more than a breath, and completely steady, holding none of the panic that Estonia was feeling at the moment. “Move back. Steady. Follow my lead.”
They slunk back into the foliage, hiding themselves, tucked into the sharp pine needles. Every single sound seemed a thousand times louder; every tiny snap enough to be heard from the road. Still, the whistling continued, and changed direction, moving right.... then continued down the block without pause.
They waited one second. Five. Thirty. Sixty. Five million. Finally, Finland released his death-grip on his friend, and they both took a deep, relieved breath.
After a long moment, Estonia shifted to look at him, pushing up his glasses, which had gotten knocked askew in Finland’s efforts to keep him quiet. “You said that nobody would be home,” he said pointedly.
“Well, I thought nobody would be home,” Finland replied with a nonchalant shrug. “I forgot about Prussia.”
“You forgot.”
“Don’t glare at me like that. We got away with it, didn’t we?”
Estonia looked from his smiling friend to the garden gnome he had kidnapped. It stared back, stern and unamused. “I think,” he said, turning back to Finland, “I’m never going to follow along with any of your crazy schemes ever again.”
Finland ruffled his hair. “That’s what you said last time.”
“I mean it!” Estonia frowned and nudged him. “I nearly had a heart attack!”
Of course he meant it. Every time he said it, he meant it. They both knew that there would be another time, and they both knew that he would mean it that time, too.
Characters/Pairing:
Rating: E for everyone
Length: 781
Summary: Estonia and Finland steal Germany's garden gnomes.
Other: Posted in my sketchjournal. (Original entry)
Persuasion
It was a simple matter of ducking in, snatching the gnomes, and running out as fast as their legs could carry them. Easy as pie, Finland said. Estonia, blanch-faced, protested that they shouldn’t, that they’d both be dead as doornails as soon as Germany found out about it. “No. I won’t. No way. Not this time.”
It took some of Finland’s gentle persuasion to make him give in. “Come on, Viro; we won’t get caught! We’ll do it when nobody’s home – just go in really quick, then, wham! Out of there. And it isn’t as if we won’t give ‘em back eventually.”
With the way Finland was smiling as he plotted, it was hard to refuse, and Estonia had to admit – it was a rather clever prank, especially the part where they would send photographs in the mail of the gnomes “travelling” to unexpected places – and it was a completely harmless thing, really, and no harm would come from it, except to their own asses if Germany found out about it.
“He won’t find out. Don’t worry! It’ll be fine. Don’t you trust me?”
With reluctance, Estonia caved.
That was how he found himself sneaking through Germany’s garden, close behind Finland, who was grinning ear-to-ear, clearly enjoying himself thoroughly.
“Aha, just there,” he said as he peeked through the bushes, spotting the target. “Now we just have to-“
Estonia, on the other hand, was having second thoughts.
“He’ll kill us until we’re dead,” he groaned. “And then he’ll do it again for good measure, and—“
Finland sighed. “Don’t you start with that again.” He smiled, giving Estonia a friendly slap on the back. “Come on. Just a quick in and out. On the count of three, okay?”
Estonia took a deep breath and nodded. “Fine. Right. Okay.”
“Right. One. Two. Three!”
They bolted from their cover and ran. They snatched up the gnomes and, as they ran back, Estonia found himself thinking that maybe it would go through without a hitch; maybe they’d live to see another day.
They had just barely reached their cover when there was the conspicuous sound of a screen door opening. Estonia looked toward the house, eyes widening in panic, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. Finland who saved him, hissing “Get down!” as he grabbed Estonia’s collar and tugged him down into the shade, covering his mouth with one hand to muffle the startled noise he made. Among the twigs and evergreen needles they waited, hardly making a sound, barely even daring to breathe.
Whistling could be heard, and the sound of footsteps.
Estonia clutched the garden gnome and peeked through the branches. Between the thick pine needles, he could just barely see Prussia walking through the garden, heading down toward the street. He quickly calculated that if he turned left, everything would be fine. If he turned right – they would be spotted. It would all be over. Dead and done. He elbowed Finland and made a quiet frightened sound, muffled by Finland’s hand, which still covered his mouth.
“Quiet,” Finland hissed by Estonia’s ear, his voice hardly more than a breath, and completely steady, holding none of the panic that Estonia was feeling at the moment. “Move back. Steady. Follow my lead.”
They slunk back into the foliage, hiding themselves, tucked into the sharp pine needles. Every single sound seemed a thousand times louder; every tiny snap enough to be heard from the road. Still, the whistling continued, and changed direction, moving right.... then continued down the block without pause.
They waited one second. Five. Thirty. Sixty. Five million. Finally, Finland released his death-grip on his friend, and they both took a deep, relieved breath.
After a long moment, Estonia shifted to look at him, pushing up his glasses, which had gotten knocked askew in Finland’s efforts to keep him quiet. “You said that nobody would be home,” he said pointedly.
“Well, I thought nobody would be home,” Finland replied with a nonchalant shrug. “I forgot about Prussia.”
“You forgot.”
“Don’t glare at me like that. We got away with it, didn’t we?”
Estonia looked from his smiling friend to the garden gnome he had kidnapped. It stared back, stern and unamused. “I think,” he said, turning back to Finland, “I’m never going to follow along with any of your crazy schemes ever again.”
Finland ruffled his hair. “That’s what you said last time.”
“I mean it!” Estonia frowned and nudged him. “I nearly had a heart attack!”
Of course he meant it. Every time he said it, he meant it. They both knew that there would be another time, and they both knew that he would mean it that time, too.
