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roesslyngTitle: The coffee won't brew itself
Characters/Pairing: Estonia and Finland
Rating: 10+
Length: 290
Summary: Estonia takes care of Finland after a rather wild night.
Other: Originally posted in my sketch journal. (Original post)
The coffee won't brew itself
It had been a night of music, drink, and laughter. With only a few words Finland had turned Estonia toward it; with only a smile he swept him up with it.
The same as usual, then. Just as usual, Estonia found himself a bit exasperated by his friend, the way he was when they went out together. A bit too loud, perhaps, a bit too rowdy, making a fool of himself, fools out of the both of them. Frustrating.
Still, there was something about the way Finland smiled at him, something about the way he laughed and encouraged him to have another, something about the way they both talked to one another more freely that made it all all right.
The thoughts made their way through Estonia's mind the morning afterward. There was something about it, he thought as he shoved on his glasses and made his way to the kitchen, that made him not mind it, something that made it fine. Even after so many times of Finland persuading him to go with him and it resulting in frustration or embarrassment or disaster, it was fine.
He passed through the living room. As usual, said best friend was passed out on the sofa with a blanket over him, courtesy of his gracious - and perhaps, at the time, grudging - host. Estonia paused a moment and drew the throw blanket more securely over him. Were everything to go as usual it would, he guessed, not be long before Finland woke, and not long before there would be complaints of bright sunlight and a pounding head, and questions as to whether there was coffee.
Well. The coffee, Estonia knew, would not brew itself. With that in mind, he set to it.
Characters/Pairing: Estonia and Finland
Rating: 10+
Length: 290
Summary: Estonia takes care of Finland after a rather wild night.
Other: Originally posted in my sketch journal. (Original post)
The coffee won't brew itself
It had been a night of music, drink, and laughter. With only a few words Finland had turned Estonia toward it; with only a smile he swept him up with it.
The same as usual, then. Just as usual, Estonia found himself a bit exasperated by his friend, the way he was when they went out together. A bit too loud, perhaps, a bit too rowdy, making a fool of himself, fools out of the both of them. Frustrating.
Still, there was something about the way Finland smiled at him, something about the way he laughed and encouraged him to have another, something about the way they both talked to one another more freely that made it all all right.
The thoughts made their way through Estonia's mind the morning afterward. There was something about it, he thought as he shoved on his glasses and made his way to the kitchen, that made him not mind it, something that made it fine. Even after so many times of Finland persuading him to go with him and it resulting in frustration or embarrassment or disaster, it was fine.
He passed through the living room. As usual, said best friend was passed out on the sofa with a blanket over him, courtesy of his gracious - and perhaps, at the time, grudging - host. Estonia paused a moment and drew the throw blanket more securely over him. Were everything to go as usual it would, he guessed, not be long before Finland woke, and not long before there would be complaints of bright sunlight and a pounding head, and questions as to whether there was coffee.
Well. The coffee, Estonia knew, would not brew itself. With that in mind, he set to it.
