His Garden

Oct. 19th, 2009 12:38 am
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Title: His Garden
Originally posted: At [livejournal.com profile] hetaliasunshine, for [livejournal.com profile] mizumimi! Thank you [livejournal.com profile] erueru_2d for answering random questions like the magic fact fairy you are.
Length: 1,800 words.
Characters/Pairings: Ukraine, Russia, and Belarus.
Premise: The world's strangest family spends a lovely, peaceful day together.
Time period: Modern.
Smuttiness: 2/10? For Belarus's weirdness? XD
Funnyness: 2/10
Wrist slashiness: 3/10
Lolhistoryness: 2/10
Violence: 0/10
Man, I should really put a baww-meter on here.

Would I like it?: To be honest, I'm not sure this qualifies as "fluff." I'd call it "sweet, but poignant?" Look, it's Russia's family. That should tell you what you need to know.

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"I will bring it to him."

Ukraine stopped, her sister's hand on her wrist. Sunlight poured through the kitchen window and spilled over the counter and tile floor and the brimming pitcher of lemonade. Ukraine held a glass in her other hand.

"Bring--?" she questioned.

Belarus's fingers tightened, and she stared up at Ukraine. "I will bring him his drink."

Ukraine sighed and looked out the window. Russia worked in the garden, with a shovel and next to a wheelbarrow full of compost, with his pants rolled up to his knees. "Belarus…" she sighed, and set the glass down.

Belarus snatched it up, quick as a starling, and seized the pitcher. She poured with the squared-off stance, and the brow-furrowed expression of fierce concentration, of a surgeon performing a heart bypass. Then she shoved the pitcher between Ukraine's hands and marched out through the back screen door.

Ukraine sighed, reintroduced the pitcher to the refrigerator, and wiped her hands with a tea cloth. She wondered if other families had to deal with things like this.

Outside was sunlight and sunlight and spring. It covered everything, like honey spread on toast, made it gleam, made it slow and sweet. Bees startled out of the blackcurrant bushes to drone across the air, and bump and fumble against the windows of the house. All three of the siblings were barefoot, short-sleeved, pale skin and hair shining. Bright days came to them infrequently enough, and never stayed as long as they wanted them.

Light shot through the lemonade glass as Belarus held it up to Russia; for a moment, it looked like a cup of sunshine. Russia smiled at her and accepted it. Belarus nearly smiled back. It made Ukraine's heart warm, so long as she didn't think too hard about it.

She watched her sister retrieve the basket of fresh-cut camomiles from the corner stoop; Belarus selected one, hung the basket from the crook of her elbow, and fed the little white flower through one of Russia's button holes. Russia was still smiling, but his shoulders had gone…a little stiff. And then Belarus selected another flower and handed it to him. Russia looked from it to her: asked a question. Belarus's frock had no buttons. And then she pointed to her cleavage. Russia's smile froze into a rictus.

Ukraine decided that it would be a good time to intervene.

"Vanya!" she called.

Russia's head snapped towards her, his eyes breaking with relief. Belarus scowled.

"We need to do the sunflowers before it gets dark!"

Russia dropped his shovel (and the camomile) and came towards her. Belarus trailed behind, spilling white flowers in her wake. Ukraine interposed herself between them (earning her one grateful look and one murderous one) and they linked arms as they set out for the sunflower plot.

It was a beautiful garden. That, at least, had never changed, from the early days when they were growing up together, through their long separation, through the Empire and the cold and hungry Soviet era, until the present. It was Russia's garden; it was something he could care for. The smell of flowers and the sounds of bees and birdsong wrapped around them like a second atmosphere. Black loam and dark, wet grass tickled up between their toes.

Ukraine had seen her brother scramble out of bed at three o'clock in the morning, as if the smell of an early frost had driven him from sleep: he would run outside barefoot, hair rucked, and lay blankets across his terraces and planting beds. She had seen him sit outside in a thunderstorm for an hour, using his body as a shield for a fragile viburnum sapling, cupping his hands around a tulip bud to protect it from the wind.

Belarus tugged them away from the vegetable garden and its neat rows of cabbages and turnips and beetroots, and Ukraine's shoulder collided with Russia's.

"Oh, sorry--" she started.

He smiled at her and shook his head; squeezed her elbow in his massive hand. There is no need to apologize, it said.

Ukraine loved her brother's garden, but it made her sad, too. Because Russia loved it so much; because he tended it so well; because it was full of things for him to protect that would never try to run away. Because he cupped blossoms for hours in his hands. Because flowers were simple, and the people he loved were not.

Sometimes she looked at the well-trimmed raspberry and strawberry bushes, the lines of yellow tulips, the cheery snowball blossoms of the viburnum tree, and she wanted to ask, is this what you thought the Soviet Union would be like, Vanya?

She spun a quick glance up at him. He was smiling and his hair hung too long in his eyes. He cradled the crook of her arm like it was a newborn kitten gone fast asleep in his hand. She felt herself smile at him, softly. He didn't see.

They came into the sunflower clearing; for now, it stood empty.

"I checked the seeds myself," Belarus said, peeling away from them to attend the nearby picnic table. It was covered with a damp cloth, on which rest lines of sunflower seeds, germinating already, little green and white heads poking through their shells. Belarus had done this every year since Russia had told her how: lain the seeds between two damp cloths for several days, to see which of them were eager to grow, and which ones would lie dormant.

"Good," Russia smiled. He turned his scarf over his shoulder. "I can always rely on you."

"The seeds that will grow under harsh conditions will make the strongest and most beautiful flowers," Belarus said seriously.

"Yes," Russia confirmed. He was the one who had told her that.

It was true of sunflowers, but Ukraine wondered if Belarus really heard what she was saying.

"May I use your spade?" Russia gestured at the hand spade Ukraine carried in her smock.

She blinked. "Oh, I don't mind digging the--"

"No." Russia frowned at her. "You forgot your gloves. You will ruin your beautiful hands. Let me."

Ukraine handed the spade to him, abashed and flushing to the back of her neck. Then she protested, "But you're not wearing gloves either!"

Russia exhaled on a laugh and ruffled her hair in answer. Ukraine blushed deeper.

Russia crouched by the line of tilled black earth, and Belarus raked the seeds into her hands and darted in beside him, her ponytail streaming out behind her like a kite tail caught in a breeze. Russia flinched all over as her knee snuggled against his. Ukraine bit her lip to keep from laughing, and collected the watering can.

"On second thought," Russia cast wide eyes up at her, "Would you mind--?" he held up the spade.

Belarus's hand clamped on his wrist. She glared up at her sister. "But Vanya," she ground out, "Only you know how deep you should dig."

Russia had a glassy, panicked look on his face that made it clear that he didn't want to talk about digging deep with Belarus, ever, at all, in any context, but Ukraine knew that he was safe (for the moment) and anyway, she didn't want to be dodging Belarus's attempts to impale her with a fork all through dinner. So she raised the watering can to her chest like a shield, and mumbled, "Ah, no--this is…this will be fine…"

Russia's head dropped in defeat. Belarus beamed.

Tension fell away between them, though, as they worked; as Russia spaded out the holes; as Belarus leaned in too quickly to drop in the seed and cover it over, which now and then made her bosom brush against his arm; as Ukraine followed them down the rows, watering the dark earth and sighing to herself. The late afternoon sunlight and the droning of the bees and the heady smell of Belarus's basket of camomiles on the picnic table worked their magic in spite of all their family's troubles.

They began to chat, in little spates: to tell jokes they had heard (though not Belarus), and eventually even to laugh, first at the jokes and then at nothing at all. Ukraine realized by the third row that Belarus was swishing her skirt demurely back in place for every six-inch shift to the side they made, and it occurred to her that this was funny, and charming, and something she loved about her sister. She giggled. Neither of the others challenged her, maybe because they also looked at each other, smiled, and chuckled now and then.

"It is good to have family," Belarus announced suddenly.

"It really is," Ukraine agreed immediately. Then she blushed when she heard herself.

Russia screwed up his courage and kissed the top of Belarus's head in answer. Belarus looked so awe-struck that Ukraine doubted they would hear another word out of her for the rest of the day.

The sun had begun to set by the time they finished. Russia and Belarus stood, knocked the dirt from their hands and knees, and the three of them stood side by side by side to watch the red and golden light fall across Russia's garden.

He fed an arm around each of their waists. Belarus tipped her head against his shoulder, and Russia didn't even look like he minded. "These will be the best sunflowers in years," he sighed, in that soft and happy voice Ukraine had never heard from him enough. "Because my beautiful sisters helped me plant them."

Both girls found themselves smiling.

"They will help me remember you when you are not at home," Russia added with a flicker of sadness.

Belarus looked up at their brother, and without a word she hugged his arm. Ukraine, after a tiny hesitation, did the same. She rest her head on Russia's shoulder, and thought about a warm, sweet feeling that trembled when she breathed.

Russia exhaled. "I love you, Ukraina, Belorussia." He squeezed them in.

Ukraine blushed her deepest yet, and nuzzled against him. "We love you, too, Vanya."

Next would be dinner, and bed, and then the girls would both go home in the morning. But for now, the sunset bathed their white skin golden, and the evening breeze stirred the asters, and sent trembles through the clusters of apple blossoms. For now, Russia's large hands rested on their waists, and the girls rested against his shoulders, and all three let the world just be sunlight, dark earth, and sweet air.



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Date: 2009-10-18 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] minuiko.livejournal.com
Just to ruin the fluff mood: oh my god Russia is pimping them. Arms around both their waists, hee.

Okay. This was... kind of sweet. I'm not used to sweet Russia. At the same time I can see it clearly, because he does act protective of the people in his inner circle, particularly his sisters. It's nice to see him sort of deal with Belarus' tendencies as a commonplace thing (acting uncomfortable rather than terrified) rather than bursting into tears.

Ukraine's POV is mild and sweet and slow. So, perfect for a fic like this. I kind of wonder what's going on through Belarus' head throughout this. It would be interesting to watch what you make with her character.

Speaking of Belarus, didn't she tag along as America's little sister for a while? I think that'd be adorable to see. Plus the repercussions it would have for Russia.

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Date: 2009-10-18 07:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
oh my god Russia is pimping them. Arms around both their waists, hee.

*disapproving frown*

It's nice to see him sort of deal with Belarus' tendencies as a commonplace thing (acting uncomfortable rather than terrified) rather than bursting into tears.

I gotta figure he's at least KINDA used to it, right? XD I mean, they see each other a lot, he can't be wailing and hiding under his desk ALL the time. And hey, Ukraine's here to protect him!

Speaking of Belarus, didn't she tag along as America's little sister for a while? I think that'd be adorable to see.

Oh, man, I love the idea of America and Belarus's big brother/little sister relationship, mostly because I think Belarus is so much crazier than Russia, and America totally doesn't mind. XD Like, she keeps trying to stab him for having spent the last forty years making eyes at Russia, and America treats it like a big game. "Haha, oh man, you almost got me that time!"

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Date: 2009-10-18 06:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-chella.livejournal.com
Guh. This was so nice, so...comforting. We never see Bela or Ukraine much in the nice happy sweet side of the fandom, and it's good that they are here.

God, this side of Russia gives me the warm fuzzies. It's so nice to see his brotherly, caring, not psychotic side. And they're gardening, of all things. It's just so them.

This really brightened up my day, Thank you.

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Date: 2009-10-18 07:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Yay, I'm so glad! =D I thought all the messed-up-family-ness might take away too much from the sweetness, even though I thought it was sweet, damn it, so it's really nice to hear about fuzzies. =D

I think Russia is one of the most innately caring and protective countries there is, he's just...it all goes so wrong, so much of the time... =/
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Date: 2009-10-18 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] plushielover177.livejournal.com
Russia had a glassy, panicked look on his face that made it clear that he didn't want to talk about digging deep with Belarus, ever, at all, in any context

Just give me a minute to laugh immaturely at this one line. XD

I really enjoyed this. Ukraine's POV flows real nicely.
I love the idea of Russia having a garden. Unfortunately that gives him another reason to hate winter.

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Date: 2009-10-18 07:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Just give me a minute to laugh immaturely at this one line. XD

Russia's life can be so distressing sometimes. XD

I love the idea of Russia having a garden. Unfortunately that gives him another reason to hate winter.

But also even more reason to love spring! ♥

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Date: 2009-10-18 07:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fujiappletan.livejournal.com
Because flowers were simple, and the people he loved were not.

bawllll, russsia. but this is the warmest fic i have read of these three and i love it! it was like sipping something sweet; (is it too american to say apple cider? i'm a dork >>") the whole time i was reading this. ahhh i love these three very much! ;///;

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Date: 2009-10-18 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
(is it too american to say apple cider? i'm a dork >>")

Apple...vodka...? Except I think the idea of flavored vodka is like, heresy over there. ._.

I'm so glad you liked it! I was really worried that it wouldn't be sweet enough and people would be all "PYRRHIC WHAT DID YOU DO >:(" about it, but but...it's Russia and his sisters! Making it all hell of fluffy would've felt out of character. D= So, I am really glad the warmth came through! ♥♥♥

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Date: 2009-10-18 07:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madnesshp.livejournal.com
My heart. It hurts. ;__;

My favorite part was this:
"Ukraine had seen her brother scramble out of bed at three o'clock in the morning, as if the smell of an early frost had driven him from sleep: he would run outside barefoot, hair rucked, and lay blankets across his terraces and planting beds. She had seen him sit outside in a thunderstorm for an hour, using his body as a shield for a fragile viburnum sapling, cupping his hands around a tulip bud to protect it from the wind."

Beautiful, sad, and bittersweet, and the utter loneliness of it is so poignant. ♥ Lovely job.

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Date: 2009-10-18 07:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Russia needs to break my goddamned heart less, you know what I'm saying? ;_;

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Date: 2009-10-18 07:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] djsoliloquy.livejournal.com
This is great, because of course Russia has a garden (GIANT FUCKING VEGETABLES), and of course he would gardens with his family. The dynamic with all of them works, and poignant is a good word. It's nice to see Russia having a somewhat normal day, with his family, full of love and in the sunshine.

*sniff* ;_;

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Date: 2009-10-18 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
/soothe

Yeah, I've always imagined Russia gardening. Not just because...gardening is very common in Russia, but I mean, it seems like he would have the right temperament for it, you know?

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Date: 2009-10-18 08:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] grosse-averse.livejournal.com
I'm not going to lie, out of all the sibling relationships in Hetalia, these three are my favourite. I absolutely love them, and you've written them in a wonderful way. I love especially, Ukraine and Russia's silent interactions when Belarus starts getting too close for comfort and Ukraine has to be the cock blocking (?? va-jay-jay blocking?!) Big Sis.
I'm so bad at comments!! Just know that this was a fantastically sweet piece and it almost makes me forget that you are also capable of writing stories that make me cry my heart out of my mouth D:

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Date: 2009-10-18 08:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
I'm not going to lie, out of all the sibling relationships in Hetalia, these three are my favourite.

Me toooo. Although if Himaruya ever makes the rest of the British Isles into canon characters, hoo boy, now THERE'S some dramatastic family angst.

Ukraine has to be the cock blocking (?? va-jay-jay blocking?!) Big Sis.

I think my favorite thing about writing those sections was how totally used to this Ukraine is. Like she's all, oh, isn't this normal?

it almost makes me forget that you are also capable of writing stories that make me cry my heart out of my mouth D:

...That sounds upsetting AND gross! D=

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Date: 2009-10-18 09:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wizzard890.livejournal.com
Oh my God, this makes my heart ache in the best possible way. You know how I feel about Russia and his sisters and this fic just...guh. It was all the beautiful parts of their relationship, and I adored it.

Also, extra points for that...that wonderful setting. Way to make me wish it was springtime, instead of shuddering in the almost-snow. This must be how Russia feels all the time.

And...Russia's garden. Like. No words. Because flowers can't push you away.

*deep shuddering sigh*

I love you. And this. The end.

♥♥♥


Also, holy cow, snazzy new layout! And tiny freaking icons. Although now, your font is as small as mine. XD
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Date: 2009-10-18 09:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Buh? I fixed the icons but...does my font really look tiny? It should be the same size as it always was, and it looks right on my screen. o.O

Anyway, I'm really glad you liked the fic! =D You are, secretly, always who I am really writing for. ♥

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Date: 2009-10-18 10:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lilichen.livejournal.com
Oh. Yes. Um, I don't quite have the words to form exactly why I love this, besides this being my favourite Hetalia family and finding it so rare that they're done, er, right.

As well, for some reason, Russia's concern over Ukraine's hands struck me, considering the physical labour Ukrainians have been made to perform for basically the entire existence of Ukraine (POLAND >:| STALIN >:|) ♥;;;;

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Date: 2009-10-18 10:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
I'm so glad you enjoyed it. ♥ I like seeing Russia fuss a bit over Ukraine, too! It seems, well, deserved.

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Date: 2009-10-18 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clover-magic.livejournal.com
Russiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. -paws at- ;o; He totally has a garden in his summer home. -nodnod-

I love this. So sweet. ;^; There needs to be more Ukraine!fic in this universe, especially dealing with her siblings.

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Date: 2009-10-18 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Ukraine is such a sweetheart, isn't she? I wish she were my big sister. ♥

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Date: 2009-10-18 10:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] luxnigra.livejournal.com
"Light shot through the lemonade glass as Belarus held it up to Russia; for a moment, it looked like a cup of sunshine"
This simile is so beautiful! The detail of the glass, golden and bright like “a cup of sunshine”, is like a brushstroke of vivid colour on a painting.

"is this what you thought the Soviet Union would be like, Vanya?"
I always think that this was the “drama” of Soviet Russia: he really believed that communism could make the world a better place. There is something, in this strong but (in the end) deceptive belief, that make Ivan like a character of a Romantic novel, even if he believed in a “materialistic” ideology.

"Russia had a glassy, panicked look on his face that made it clear that he didn't want to talk about digging deep with Belarus, ever, at all, in any context"
ahahah!!! XD But Russia: Nathalia only wants to help you :P

"Russia exhaled. "I love you, Ukraina, Belorussia." He squeezed them in.
Ukraine blushed her deepest yet, and nuzzled against him. "We love you, too, Vanya."
How sweet is this moment, like a little, gentle elegy to the brotherly love!

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Date: 2009-10-19 04:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Oh, I'm so delighted you like it! =D I agree about Russia; I think that even when his leaders may have had cynical motivations, Russia himself always wanted to see his people and his loved ones prosper and be happy because of the decisions he made. Just...poor Russia, nothing ever turns out the way you hope it will. ._.

I really like to imagine that Ukraine understands this about him, too. Like, she's suffered a great deal because of Russia's policies, and I think at times she's been afraid of her brother, and even hated him, in that awful, complicated family way, but...she always loved him, too, because she understood that he wanted good things for them all, it just wasn't working and he didn't know what to do, and he was under so much stress, and his bosses have never exactly put a high premium on the cost of an individual life, and... *sigh*

In a way, I think Russia and his sisters have one of the most beautiful family relationships in Hetalia, as well as one of the saddest, because they've learned to love each other in spite of everything that's happened between them; and in spite of not having forgiven one another, and even being unable to forgive each other.

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Date: 2009-10-19 12:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daitokuji8.livejournal.com
Aww~ Russia reminds me of my brother. He has his sweet moments. :)

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Date: 2009-10-19 04:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Hahaha, I started thinking "aww, how sweet!" and then "...wait, Russia is kind of a worrying older brother." XD

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Date: 2009-10-19 08:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] erueru-2d.livejournal.com
So nice, and warm, and touching... I love this!

I love that, though they are apart now, they're still a one family. Despite troublesome politics. Despite everything. It makes me... so happy. <3

The idea of Russia needing something to care about, passionately, devotedly, always - so true. And working hard during the short span of warm sunny days, before winter comes with dull, lazy days filled with aloofness and hope and waiting - all this is pretty much the core of russian mentality.

(This fic made me realise once again how I miss my garden and our house in village that we had to sold. I miss it so much. ;_;)

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Date: 2009-10-19 04:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
The idea of Russia needing something to care about, passionately, devotedly, always - so true. And working hard during the short span of warm sunny days, before winter comes with dull, lazy days filled with aloofness and hope and waiting - all this is pretty much the core of russian mentality.

*Delighted*

I was really hoping this idea would have resonance, because it seems to me like it explains so much, about the way Russia is and what he does. It's always seemed to me that this was one of the most tragic things about Russia--that terrible sadness has resulted from many of the things he has done, and the people he loves had to suffer so much, but all along, first and foremost, Russia had wanted to protect them and love them.

I like to think Ukraine knows this about her brother. ♥

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Date: 2009-10-19 03:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dunsanyrdr.livejournal.com
Russia rather reminds me of my father. He thinks he's a cynic while he is, in fact, more sentimental than a Disney film about impoverished kittens.

My dad doesn't have a sadomasochistic obsession with a man several hundred years younger than he is, though.

Weeeeeell...

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Date: 2009-10-19 06:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hi-no-neko.livejournal.com
Firstly: Ooooo, new layout.

Secondly: Aw geez, I'm gonna need a new scale to measure my love for these three on because I'm pretty sure you just maxed out my old one. D:

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Date: 2009-10-19 10:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Aren't they wonderful? Oh kids.

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Date: 2009-10-19 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] liverdatt.livejournal.com
omg ♥ I was waiting for you to write those three, I am such a huge fangirl of them it is not even funny. That said, this was so fluffy and adorable, but with that atmosphere that is happy and lighthearted yet somber and poignant and sad at the same time- I think it's absolutely perfect for those three. Your characterization is always so amazing~ Russia is so sweet and brotherly and doting yet still is that odd mix of cynical and sentimental and oh god Ukraine affectionately calling him Vanya throughout this, and trying not to think too hard into Belarus nearly smiling back... also the mental image of Belarus' awe-struck face is adorable. And I loved this line:

"These will be the best sunflowers in years," he sighed, in that soft and happy voice Ukraine had never heard from him enough. "Because my beautiful sisters helped me plant them."

Oh, Russia. *sniff*

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Date: 2009-10-19 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pyrrhiccomedy.livejournal.com
Oh, thank you so much! I'm really glad that it felt like it was appropriate for all of them and in character and everything--I've never written Ukraine or Belarus before, and Russia's family is always a kind of "=D, but on the other hand, D=" prospect. XD It was really fun to work on, though, and I'm happy that it made a good impression! ♥

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Date: 2009-10-23 07:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deviator.livejournal.com
Aaah, I'm agreeing with [livejournal.com profile] lilichen here - it's so hard to see this family written... well, correctly, I suppose, although I understand the difficulty, especially with all their dysfunction. You did a wonderful job on this though! ♥ You portrayed the sisters so well, and Russia too, of course. Ukraine's comments on Russia and his well loved garden is was so lovely, and really speaks for his inner thoughts. (Especially on "is this what you thought the Soviet Union would be like, Vanya?" - I loved that.)

I'd love to see more them from you! ♥