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Blue, Black, White [Estonia]
Title: Blue, Black, White
Characters/Pairing: Estonia
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 370
Summary: About flag designs.
Other: Originally posted in my sketch journal. (Original post)
Blue, Black, White
Designs on the screen. Different permutations of the same colours. All were arranged in that familiar form, the Nordic cross flag. That design. His colours.
Estonia leaned back in his chair and took a good look at them. Though the redesign of his flag was an idea that had never really taken, he still took a look at the possibilities on occasion. Thought about them. Wondered what it might be like if the redesign went through. Wondered if it would change anything.
He remembered what Finland had said upon hearing the idea, upon seeing the designs. “Trying to pass yourself for Nordic again, Viro?” They had laughed it off, the two of them, but the words did sting a bit.
That had been the plan, in a general way. Passing. The Nordic cross flags, aside from being stylish, didn’t carry the same baggage the Baltic tricolours did. The same baggage he carried himself. If he could seem more like that, be more like that –
Estonia sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. It wouldn’t be so easy. A change of flag wouldn’t change impressions.
He stood from his desk and made his way over to the large dresser on the other side of the room. In a drawer beneath a gathering of personal letters was his flag, neatly wrapped in tissue paper. He took it out, unfolded it, held it out by the corners and studied it.
Baggage could be dealt with, Estonia decided as he looked at the blue, black and white. Respect could be gained. Impressions could be changed, and it could be done without trying to pass as something else. It was simply a matter of time and determination.
Furthermore, he thought, it wasn’t a bad flag, really. He draped it over one arm and went to the window, drew up the blinds to let the cold winter sunlight in, to see the colours more clearly. As far as tricolours were concerned, his flag was unique. In fact, it looked a bit like---
He looked out the window. It was a bright day, the cloudless sky a deep, clear blue. Wind had blown branches bare of cover, leaving the pine trees outside seeming stark black against the crisp white snow.
Estonia smiled. There would be no changes.
Characters/Pairing: Estonia
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 370
Summary: About flag designs.
Other: Originally posted in my sketch journal. (Original post)
Blue, Black, White
Designs on the screen. Different permutations of the same colours. All were arranged in that familiar form, the Nordic cross flag. That design. His colours.
Estonia leaned back in his chair and took a good look at them. Though the redesign of his flag was an idea that had never really taken, he still took a look at the possibilities on occasion. Thought about them. Wondered what it might be like if the redesign went through. Wondered if it would change anything.
He remembered what Finland had said upon hearing the idea, upon seeing the designs. “Trying to pass yourself for Nordic again, Viro?” They had laughed it off, the two of them, but the words did sting a bit.
That had been the plan, in a general way. Passing. The Nordic cross flags, aside from being stylish, didn’t carry the same baggage the Baltic tricolours did. The same baggage he carried himself. If he could seem more like that, be more like that –
Estonia sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. It wouldn’t be so easy. A change of flag wouldn’t change impressions.
He stood from his desk and made his way over to the large dresser on the other side of the room. In a drawer beneath a gathering of personal letters was his flag, neatly wrapped in tissue paper. He took it out, unfolded it, held it out by the corners and studied it.
Baggage could be dealt with, Estonia decided as he looked at the blue, black and white. Respect could be gained. Impressions could be changed, and it could be done without trying to pass as something else. It was simply a matter of time and determination.
Furthermore, he thought, it wasn’t a bad flag, really. He draped it over one arm and went to the window, drew up the blinds to let the cold winter sunlight in, to see the colours more clearly. As far as tricolours were concerned, his flag was unique. In fact, it looked a bit like---
He looked out the window. It was a bright day, the cloudless sky a deep, clear blue. Wind had blown branches bare of cover, leaving the pine trees outside seeming stark black against the crisp white snow.
Estonia smiled. There would be no changes.