22. Odd Dreams
Date Written: February 10, 2019
Date Posted: August 3, 2019
Characters: Veneziano, Estonia
Summary: Estonia is a little confused, but otherwise willing to hang out with Italy...until that one specific conversation.
Notes:
Estonia didn't think that he would spend so much time with Italy. They rarely ever interacted, much less became acquainted with one another. How would he, a mere Baltic State, manage to keep one of the G8's attentions long enough? That aside, the Italian was too flighty compared to Estonia's… overall blandness that Estonia never thought that he would hold his attention for too long.
That was until Estonia had to help the Mediterranean with his laptop. And the projector. And the projector screen. Basically, anything to do with technology because despite his youthful appearance, Italy was inept with modern advances in the human world.
Well, unless he was playing up the helpless factor instead of doing the job himself.
Actually, given how cunning Italy could be… No, he was fooling himself! Italy would never manipulate someone for something so trivial!
Regardless, after that terrifying debacle (for Italy), the Mediterranean had taken to Estonia like a Russian drinking vodka. The brunet had taken to listening to the blond with a wide eyed face, his curiosity over the other's culture never wavering. It was very flattering to have another member of the G8 other than his former master and America to talk to. In return, Estonia had also enquired about the sights to be focused within the other's household, but surprisingly, Italy had waved away his questioning.
"Estonia, you can always find things about me in pop culture and movies! It's rare to see the same courtesy extended to you!"
The blond wouldn't have called that a courtesy, but to each his own in how one would interpret certain things.
They had been talking about one of his historical sights when a brief knot of drowsiness overtook him. It may have come out as a yawn, but Italy automatically went into a panic.
"Estonia! It's only two in the afternoon! Are you sleepy? Did I interrupt your siesta?" Italy pondered that strange inquiry before asking another. "Is taking a siesta part of your culture, too?"
Astounded by the sudden barrage of questions, Estonia took a few seconds to compose a reply.
Chuckling softly, he replied. "Oh, I just haven't been sleeping too well lately. I've been having the oddest dreams."
Intrigued, the Italian beckoned for him to continue.
"Odd dreams? Like… erotica?"
It was a good thing that Estonia had nothing to drink because if he head, he would surely spewed out the liquid. Unfortunately, his face was too pale to stop the sudden flushing of his complexion. From the tips of his ears to the rounded planes of his cheeks, he could feel a burning heat.
"G-god, no! I meant surrealism; like God talking to you about the existence of other universes and the like!"
"Hmm," Italy hummed, clearly nonplussed by the rejection of his earlier assumption. "Are you having a Jeanne d'Arc moment? Did God tell you to strike down you enemies?"
Estonia laughed.
"Not at all. He simply showed me a universe where everyone except me was turned into girls!" The Baltic sighed in an almost confused manner. "Apparently, he thought gifting me with my very own harem was answering my prayers."
Italy thought for a moment, eyes lost in thought.
Finally, he said, "So… softcore pornography?"
"Italy!"