A/N: Okay! On to chapter two! I hope everyone's enjoying it! I'm really happy that a certain someone has written another Russia/Estonia fic *coughShariLovecough* :] Anywho, hope everyone likes this and if not, well I'd like to see them do better. xDD I'm kidding. (Though it'd be cool if some more people wrote more of these fics, so maybe I'm not kidding…)
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Russia's hand traveled down his back, pulling him closer and pressing his lips to Estonia's, parting them slightly. Estonia felt as though he were melting, the heat that radiated from Russia was maddening. He kissed Russia back passionately, running his hands through his short hair and pressing his whole body to him. He felt Russia's hands travel under his shirt, bare skin in contact with ungloved hands…
BRRING! BRRING!
Estonia woke with a start. He looked to his alarm clock and quickly shut it off. Mornings always came early on nights that included pleasant dreams. He stretched then sat up. It was strange, being alone in his own bed. Apparently the meeting hadn't resolved anything, and so Russia was held up for another day. Estonia sighed. His entire body ached. Was this what it meant to truly be in love with someone? With a bit of mental effort, he finally convinced his body to get out of bed. He changed out of his sleeping clothes and pulled on his usual attire, checking his reflection in the mirror.
"Latvia was right," he said quietly to himself. "I look terrible." Staring into his own eyes he could see the effect of the past month plastered on his face. Bags under his eyes, a pale complexion, his face thin from not eating. This emotion, this powerful thing that poets had written elaborate sonnets about was killing him from the inside out.
He wondered how long he could keep it inside. He wanted nothing more to go the roof of their house and proclaim it to the world, just to let it out, but the only thing stopping him was the fear that if he released that emotion, there would be nothing left of him. He felt as though the feeling had become the core of his being, that if he let it out without another's love to fill that hole, he would crumple to the ground like a discarded garment. He heard the front door open and the sound of his brothers greeting Russia as he came back to the house. Estonia let out a held breath. Time to continue with the charade.
He walked down the stairs to the foyer, trying to stop his heart from racing. It's sad, he thought, just the idea of seeing him makes me weak. I feel like the maiden in a fairy tale. He approached Russia and stood beside his brothers.
"Welcome back, Russia-san," he said politely, wishing he could quell the butterflies in his stomach.
"Thank you," Russia responded, his usual smile not in place. His eyes were sad, and he looked at Estonia as though he were viewing him for the first time. Without another word, he walked past them and up the stairs to his room. Estonia looked to his brothers.
"What's wrong with him?" he asked. Lithuania and Latvia shrugged. Estonia looked toward the stairs.
Something was wrong with Russia.
What a terrifying thought.
He left his brothers and went to talk to Russia.
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Okay. So it's not much but whatever. Please review. It will make me happy.