Author's notes: The fic is based on the poem (by William Wordsworth) it shares its title with. Each verse serves as a prompt for a drabble so they'll all do 100 words each.


SUMMARY In the train taking them to Chris' hometown Victor can't help thinking he was right all along.


Prompt: Serenity


THERE WAS A TIME WHEN MEADOW, GROVE, AND STREAM,


Timeline: August 2023 | Switzerland, Alpine tundra


"It's beautiful," Yuuri mutters.

He's right. The scenery outside the window of their compartment is gorgeous; grasslands and forests on the side of the mountains, painted in bright colours by the summer sun. It's not hard to imagine how the Swiss was such naive and innocent boy when Victor first met him if he grew up in that idyllic place (it reminds him Yuuri and Hasetsu).

"Remember when I said you were frolicking in the Swiss meadows when you were young? I was right!" Yuuri chuckles at his words while Victor laughs at the bright pink spreading on Chris' cheeks.