Red.
DenEst, mentions of others.
T
Warnings: bittersweet, and me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The title came from a Taylor Swift song. Actually all of my titles are after a song or something.
Italics are for the past
Normal text is for the present.
A/N: This one is supposed to be a little less coherent then the others that are being written. It was done on purpose because when you are tired like Eduard is supposed to be in this, your thoughts aren't always the very coherent.
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Estonia blushed as Denmark kissed him on the cheek before going to take a shower. Turning down the invitation to join him, Estonia began to finish working on that presentation he had to present today. Though, his computer wouldn't let him. It kept popping up with spam and finally deciding that he would finish the presentation in the meeting while the others were fighting, Estonia got to thinking. It wasn't his fault, in fact it had to be the fault of the little chiming coming from the Cuckoo clock. It wasn't a special type of chiming but it was what the chiming reminded him of.
"Do you think we can feel love?" He asked, blinking softly as the snow fell onto his skin. It was cold but he'd been there long enough to barely care anymore.
". . . How the hell should I know." Spoken caustically, though if Eduard listened close enough he'd realised that the acid was directed towards him but the question.
"I don't know. . . it was rhetorical." He lied.
He should've let it all go, let him go but he couldn't. The thoughts they were too strong, and the memories were too important to him. They were the most powerful memories that he held in him mind. Which is why whenever he closed his eyes, he would catch those glimpse of the past.
It was later that night that Eduard said the words he'd never thought he'd ever say. The words they came out of his mouth like the words to that song that he loved.
The words whispered when he thought no one could hear, "I love you."
"I know you do." Answered unexpectedly.
Estonia laughed lightly at that one memory. It was the first time he had ever said those words to anyone. And if Eduard was being truthful it was that one relationship that taught him how to express his feelings, how to speak up during a relationship and it was that one person who helped shaped him enough to be able to be who he was now. Estonia would never let anyone walk over him now without a fight; it was now second nature to be a know-it-all and he wouldn't want to change that.
"You need to speak up."
Eduard scoffed, "I'm fine."
". . . Fine, don't take my advice." And with that walking away without listening to Eduard's stutters.
Why did Eduard feel that way? It had to be something that the other was doing. It had to be. Or, honestly Eduard could just be stupid enough to fall in love with someone like that.
"Hey, Eduard, whatcha thinking about?" Denmark asked as he walked out of the bathroom, towel hung low around his hips.
"Nothing. Just. . . nothing." Estonia answered, because it was so long ago that it had to be nothing.
Even if that was one of the most powerful loves he ever felt in his life.
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A/N: There will be more coming. Just give me a little bit longer to finish them... *rushes off*