I couldn’t take part in the drabble game put on by @hetaliawritersdiscord when it was live yesterday night. But that sure didn’t stop from writing something after the work day was over! This idea worked a lot better in my head though. Prompt was Rebirth and set during Imperial times.
saw the visions from the fire. A figure of an unfriendly face always
glared at him but tonight the fire was unruly. Lithuania could see
the uncomfortable look in Russia’s face as he sat next to him with a
book of Russian poetry. Thursdays were the evenings where Russia
requested Lithuania to read to him in his study. With his head down
at the book but his eyes up away from the paper, Lithuania observed
Russia’s mannerisms as the man took a handkerchief and dabbed it
across his forehead.
something wrong?” Lithuania asked in a plain tone.
at all,” Russia replied as he tucked the handkerchief back into his
breast-pocket. There’s a heavy sigh. “I’m just not feeling my best right
unusual for a man like you. Are you sure you don’t want to retire
continue on, please.”
voice was strained on the final word and Lithuania did as he was
told, as he learned quickly that angering this large burly man was a
at times, in Lithuania’s mind, death was truly better the option.
following night, Russia did not sleep. Lithuania shared a room with
Finland and the two men chose to peek through the door of Russia’s
lavish sleeping chambers as he cursed the opened flames of his fire
place. The candles had already suffered their demise as multiple
white bits of wax decorated the marble floors.
don’t understand. What’s wrong with him?” Finland asked worriedly.
Lithuania knows the truth. It’s not the first time this has happened
and he is sure Russia is not alone. It’s all Poland’s doing from
beyond the grave.
is getting ready to rise.
the following weeks, Russia seemed to have returned to his usual
self. He was asked to accompany some of his King’s high-ranking
military officers on a trip further west—and
into territory once belonging to Poland and Lithuania.
doesn’t put much thought into it and agrees to go. He left Lithuania
in charge of running the home where all of the occupying nations
lived. Some offered to help like Finland and Ukraine, others like
Belarus and Moldova, not so much. As Russia walked the streets
dressed in his military uniform, medals and all, everything appeared to be
well despite the angry protests among the Polish citizens.
But it wasn’t long until the crowds were getting rowdier. And Russia ignored them. But his
attention was grabbed as an officer yelled “Move!” as large
pieces of wood lit in flames were being thrown into their path.
there he saw it in the distance—the one who stood proudly in
tattered clothing to lead the largest crowd. Russia could never
forget those green eyes. He was a fool to think he could be truly
are not welcomed here!”
the palace, Lithuania smiled as he sat by the open window in his
room. He had begun a new entry in his journal:
the early hours of the morning, it finally happened. He’s returned to
reclaim what is his.
I left out the background because I didn’t make one. And the white works, it works I’ve always wanted to do a screen redraw and I feel so fulfilled that I finally forced myself to do one. They’re fun, I’ll need to do some more later