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Whispers [Canada/Ukraine]
Title: Whispers
Characters/Pairing: Canada/Ukraine
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: ~200 words
Summary: An intimate moment.
Other: Written for Katya. Posted in the Hetalia valentines fic meme. (Original post)
Whispers
Look up at the sky, this brightest blue, this dome, this robin’s egg covering us. Turn and turn and look out to where it ends, where it meets the edge of the world. You can see straight to that flat horizon, kilometre on kilometre on kilometre of whispering, living yellow-gold.
Oh stay. Stay with me, I say - No?
You cannot stay, you say. You cannot stay, you must leave soon. Your voice is sad – oh, no, don’t cry. Ah, I know, I feel it too. But please, beloved, stay a while. Give me these minutes, these seconds, and I will give you something to keep.
Take my hand and listen, listen, listen.
To what? You say. No, listen.
That is the breeze rustling the wheat. He says, he knows our love.
Listen.
That is the rushing of Saskatchewan’s river. He says, he knows our love.
Listen, listen, listen. That is energy, that is life, that is the laughter and song of people, my people, ours. They have your strong hands. Those are your children, the children of Ukraine, and listen: They say, they know our love.
If you must go, then go, but keep these whispers in your heart, as I keep them in mine.
Characters/Pairing: Canada/Ukraine
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: ~200 words
Summary: An intimate moment.
Other: Written for Katya. Posted in the Hetalia valentines fic meme. (Original post)
Whispers
Look up at the sky, this brightest blue, this dome, this robin’s egg covering us. Turn and turn and look out to where it ends, where it meets the edge of the world. You can see straight to that flat horizon, kilometre on kilometre on kilometre of whispering, living yellow-gold.
Oh stay. Stay with me, I say - No?
You cannot stay, you say. You cannot stay, you must leave soon. Your voice is sad – oh, no, don’t cry. Ah, I know, I feel it too. But please, beloved, stay a while. Give me these minutes, these seconds, and I will give you something to keep.
Take my hand and listen, listen, listen.
To what? You say. No, listen.
That is the breeze rustling the wheat. He says, he knows our love.
Listen.
That is the rushing of Saskatchewan’s river. He says, he knows our love.
Listen, listen, listen. That is energy, that is life, that is the laughter and song of people, my people, ours. They have your strong hands. Those are your children, the children of Ukraine, and listen: They say, they know our love.
If you must go, then go, but keep these whispers in your heart, as I keep them in mine.