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It had been a little over four years since I had last seen Raivis. He called me at least once a month, so it wasn’t like I was completely out of touch with him, but I hadn’t seen his face for four long years. I hadn’t seen his smile, and I hadn’t held him or touched him in so long. I had only heard his voice. But that was enough. His messages were always short, because they were made whenever Ivan was out of the house, but whatever he said was important to me. I got to hear his laughs, and I got to hear his tears as sometimes he just called me and cried. I missed him terribly, but at least we were able to talk to each other.
I was sixteen now, and he was nineteen. Still, he was older than me. I hadn’t caught up; he’d always be ahead of me a little—just by three years. I still lived with my adoptive parents—Sweden and Finland, and Raivis was still living with Russia. He had managed to tell me bits and pieces of what had happened to him, and events of the previous invasion as well. Raivis had been beaten and battered, though was determined enough to continue enduring Russia’s torment in order to taste independence again. I knew it was painful for him, but he told me what had happened to him. He had told me that Russia was a sadistic masochist, but I already knew that. It just sounded different coming from his mouth.
I still loved him, and I knew he still loved me. He told me that Russia had caught him on the phone once, and sprained his ankle because of it. That troubled me, but I could hear Raivis’s smile through his voice and told me not to worry. “I—Ivan won’t let me out of the house, s—so a sprained ankle isn’t much of a problem. All I do all day is read and s—sleep, an—anyway.” But that was a few months ago. From his most recent call, two weeks ago, Raivis had been okay. He told me that Russia had been ignoring him, and that he finally might be letting up. But he wasn’t exactly sure. He said that Russia was unpredictable, and made expected moves just to confuse his victim further.
As Papa had told me, I grew up to be a stronger nation! I still am growing, but I’m a lot bigger now than I was then. I wonder how much Raivis has grown. I haven’t seen him in forever, I wonder if he’ll even recognize me… I waited patiently by the beige-colored phone in my room, hoping that any second, it’d be ringing, and I’d pick it up, and it’d be Raivis. But the phone wasn’t ringing. It was quiet, sleeping like a rock. It made no sound, and no movement, all of its lights were off. The door to my room clicked open and Finland was there—smiling. “You should go outside!” He said to me in a cheerful tone, extremely giddy for some reason. “It’s a nice day out, and it’s not good for you to be cooped up like this all the time.”
I eyed the phone for a long moment, but stood up, and walked towards the door. “Alright,” I agreed. I shuffled downstairs, noticing from the kitchen window that it really was a nice day. The sun practically just lit up the entire kitchen in a soft yellow glow. I smiled to myself, and walked out of the door, deciding to visit Raivis’s empty house just because. I had done so a few times, but didn’t make it a special routine or anything like that. I just…really liked his house, even if there wasn’t anyone living in it. It was rather empty now, and still retained its cold atmosphere that I felt when I first entered it after he had left. His things were all dusty, and something were sun-bleached. But I had tried to keep it a little in order, just to make sure his house wasn’t a total mess when he came back.
I closed the door behind me and started on my way, sighing a little bit. Raivis wouldn’t be there. He hadn’t been home in four years. I wondered what that felt like. I still wanted to rescue him, but at this point, I just wanted to listen to whatever Raivis said to me. If he had told me that sugar was infested with nasty parasites, I probably would have believed him. Finland says I have matured a lot, but I don’t really think so… I’m still Peter Kirkland—I’m still Sealand, and I’m going to be the greatest nation!
I walked down the path that I would whenever I went over to his house. A small, winding little path. It was a little uneven, some spaces were wide, and others were narrow, but that didn’t make any difference because I still reached his house. I walked for a few minutes, thinking about how quickly those four years seemed to pass. Papa was right, if you try not to notice it, you blink and time gets away from you. I stopped counting every minute, and suddenly a month passed. One less month to spend agonizing over how I haven’t seen Raivis in ages. I looked up, and suddenly Raivis’s empty house jumped out in front of me. I blinked, oh right, it had been quite a while since I had last been here…
I pushed the door aside and called out into the darkness of his house, “Hello?” What was I doing? I knew no one was here, I guess it was just a response for walking into someone’s house. I closed the door behind me, looking at all of the things that had gone untouched for four years. The ashes in the fireplace were gross, but I hadn’t bothered to do anything about them because I had no idea how! I guessed that if I had tried, I would have made a bigger mess…I hate cleaning things up… But I looked around, half expecting to see someone in there. But there wasn’t. I’m just getting my hopes up. I advanced further into his tiny house, already deciding that I’d open the window to his musty-smelling house to let in some fresh air.
I advanced down the hallway, listening to the creaks that the floor made as I walked on top of it. The door to Raivis’s bedroom at the end of the hall was already half-open, so I pushed it open all the way, and let myself in. The thick curtain hung directly in front of the window, so naturally his room was very dark. I pushed aside the burgundy curtains and was nearly blinded by the light of the sun. I had to shield my eyes and winced a bit, not expecting to see that intensity from this side of the house. I pushed that thought out of my mind as I heard something in the closet rattle.
I froze, gawking at the closet strangely. It was closed, just as I had left it. Raivis had a sort of walk-in closet with two sliding doors that could overlap each other. The only thing it had inside of it was bed sheets and blankets and the like. But maybe a stray cat or something wandered in and got trapped. But…if that happened, why didn’t I hear any meowing? Maybe it wasn’t a cat. I advanced further, still a little cautious, but too curious to find out what was inside.
I pushed the door open, only to blink and find myself on the floor.  I had fallen, pushed over by some sort of force. W—what had just happened? Raivis was there, hugging me. “S—surprise!” He called in his quiet voice, smiling and laughing like crazy. I sat up abruptly, blinking, still awestruck. “R—Raivis!?” I squawked, smiling widely. He had been hiding in the closet, waiting for me? I didn’t expect him to jump out like that, either…
“Russia got tired of me after all. He l—let me go.” He wrapped his arms around my torso, his fingers sliding up my spine. “Ehhe…” He smiled nervously, “Y—you’ve gotten so big. Y—you grew a lot.” His cheeks were glowing red.
“W—why were you in the closet, though?” I asked curiously, too curious not to ask why he knew I’d come over.
“Russia g—got angry in the m—middle of the night and told me to leave, so I w—waited until morning and I talked to Finland. We set up a little s--surprise plan.”
So that’s why he waited at the door to my room. He was expecting me to go to Raivis’s house out of loneliness and run into him there. Well, they definitely predicted my moves, correctly.
As we sat on the floor of his room, I held him tightly to me. Raivis had grown a little, but it didn’t look like much had changed other than his stutter was a little better. We had been reunited after four years. A separation had actually been better, I thought. If a separation didn’t strengthen a relationship, it’d only break it. But ours had been intensified. I kissed him several times, so happy to see him after 1,461 days of severance. The emotions and passion had welled up so much I just wanted to hold him for a solid week. Had it really been that long? Over a thousand days of waiting. I nuzzled against him, remembering his smell. I hadn’t really noticed his particular smell before. It was nice. Everyone had a scent. You could sniff your own clothes and say to yourself, ‘So, that’s how I smell?’ It even sounded stupid in my mind, but Raivis smelled warm. He smelled like a mysterious old book, the pungent smell wafting up into your nostrils as you started to flip through the pages. I could feel his heartbeat as it radiated through him, his fingertips digging into the back of my ribcage with a longing so strong it was heartbreaking.
As I had been waiting in the comfort of my own home, Raivis was waiting to be released. Each day tougher and more memorable than the previous. Dwelling solely on the day’s events as sleep eluded you. Our noses were touching, one of my hands on the back of his neck. “Will Russia want you again now that you’re mine?” One of the corners of my mouth was upturned into a smirk, and a let out a confident chuckle.
He flushed again and smiled, still not looking me directly in the eyes. “I…d—don’t know…” He muttered. “Ivan…seems to repeat himself…a lot.”
“Now this time will be different,” I whispered softly. “I’m a stronger nation now. I’ll be a huge threat to Russia if he hurts you again.” I held him a little tighter, resulting in a small cough from Raivis.
“P—Peter!” He cried faintly, squirming a bit. “Don’t hold me so t—tight…! You’re hurting me.”
“Ah…sorry,” I smiled, releasing. I stood up, then helped him to his feet. I was taller than him now. I used to be a few inches shorter. I guess I really had grown. He noticed this too, and he smiled faintly. “I dreamed…of t—this day.” He said quietly, reaching towards my hand, and our palms touched. His fingers curling around mine.
I smiled back, laughing slightly. “Why did it sound like you thought this’d never happen? Of course it would! I really love you, Raivis. And I’ll still love you.” I faintly kissed the side of his forehead, insanely infatuated with him now that he was back. I wanted to spend every moment with him now that he was here. Now that I could see him. Now that I could touch him. Now that I could hold his hand, and kiss him however many times I wanted.
He laughed lightly, squeezing my hand. “I just didn’t…k—know what was g—going to happen to me…I had no idea how l—long I was…g—going to l—live like that. I was…just a—afraid I’d never s—see you again, Peter.”
“At least you didn’t give up.” I smiled. “Oh,” I thought of something that would be good, “D’you want to go on a walk with me? I doubt you’ve been out much, and it’s perfect weather!”
Raivis nodded and voiced a small, “Okay.”
“I’ll help you clean up your house when we’re done. There’s a lot of dust in places. Sorry I didn’t do anything about it earlier…I—“
“It’s fine,” Raivis said. “Let’s go on that walk.”
I smiled and nodded, pulling his hand closer as we walked out of his house. It felt nice, his hand carefully wedged in mine, fingers interlaced. We stepped out onto the same path that I had taken coming here. “Where should we go?” I asked him, turning to look at his face. He still retained his timid personality, but his facial expression had relaxed—like how I saw him sleeping. He had a certain confidence now, though still was cautious and worrying. He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t care. Pick for me.”
“Then we’ll go this way!” I pointed in the first direction that came to mind, and we started walking. Raivis’s walk was odd, taking small steps as he transferred his balance from left to right, almost seeming like a child learning how to walk. He leaned against me for balance. I laughed a little, and he looked slightly offended. “R—Russia did horrible t—things to me! D—don’t criticize the w—way I walk just because I…I’m n—not used to outside!”
“I’m not,” I said with a smile, though my tone was serious in an optimistic manner. “I was just thinking it’s cute. I guess you have changed a lot. But I still love you~”
Raivis smiled, continuing to walk with me in the random direction that I chose. We started walking into a forest, with lots of trees and all smelled strongly of pine. We talked about stupid little things. Raivis told me that he had the mecha that Japan had made for me. I had completely forgotten about that thing. But Raivis told me that he liked it a lot because it reminded him of me. He told me about the journal that he kept, just to kill time, and that he wanted me to read it. “It’s d—difficult to…to talk about…B—but I w—want you t—to read it!” He urged me, tugging on my arm. He told me that they were addressed to me, anyway, though he never had imagined them being read by me. I decided I would read them, just because he wanted me to.
I told him about all the little stupid things I did because I was bored and alone. Raivis really was one of the only countries closest to my age, and when he was gone, I noticed that I didn’t really have anything to do. I even resorted to bugging Arthur forever, though he’s still a jerk and just told me how ‘annoying’ I was being, and that I should go home. I told him about all of the random daily events that reminded me of him as I lived a regular life.
We were having a good time, being reunited with one another. The same way you find an old possession that had been hidden in some location that you managed to find only after cleaning something out. You become attached to whatever you find, and it becomes important to you again, like it had been previously. “Oh…uhm…” Raivis started, looking quite hesitant as he turned to face me. “Since…since we obviously u—unders—stand each other now…W—what would we consider ourselves?”
“Consider ourselves?” I mimicked, sounding a little confused.
He nodded, “Uh…yeah…What am I to you?”
“The one I love,” I replied, only realizing how cheesy and clichéd I sounded after I had replied. If only there were a more original title I could have chosen, but I couldn’t really seem to come up with anything that sounded remarkable.
“T—that’s not w—what I mean…” He muttered, “Are we…lovers?” He looked up at me, soft lavender eyes round and wide. I saw my own expression in his pupil, and tried to correct it. Lovers sounded a little serious. But…I didn’t know. I really hadn’t thought about it yet. I’m slow…’Boyfriends’ didn’t sound the greatest. Papa called Finland his ‘wife’, though he objected. But I couldn’t really think of anything else to say, because we were obviously a great deal more than ‘best friends’. I nodded, “Yep, I guess we are.”
I felt eyes coming from somewhere. Somewhere in this forest. I span around, feeling suspicious. There was a figure hiding behind a tree trunk, only about half of him visible. I could tell by the scarf tail that it was Russia, and Raivis immediately ducked behind me. If he wanted Raivis back, I could take him now…
Though Russia didn’t seem to be making any motions of advancing. I heard him mumble something under his breath, and then saw him turn around slightly, so that only his profile was visible. “How did you get him to love you, little nation?” He asked me, his voice sounding defeated. He didn’t look like he was anywhere near in a fighting mood. “How did you get him to accept you? I’ve tried so hard…”
Raivis was looking away, squeezing his eyes shut. “A loving relationship can’t be one-sided, Russia. You’re too overpowering.” I said in a loud tone, making sure he could hear me.
Russia blinked, now looking spacey. “That’s what everyone says…But how do I know what to do when I’ve only been ‘overpowering’?”
How could I instruct him? What would I do? What would I say? I had no idea what I was doing. It didn’t sound so much like he was trying to get Raivis back as he was genuinely trying to make friends of his own. Friends—not victims or captives. “Don’t force anyone to do anything,” I tried to make sense despite my mind blanking on me. “If they resist, stop. If they say ‘no’, listen. Listen to what other people want. It’s difficult, sometimes, but you have to in order to get along.”
After I had finished talking, I realized that he wasn’t there anymore. Was it just my imagination? No, Raivis was still cowering. I wondered if he had just slipped behind a tree trunk, but it wasn’t much use trying to look around with Raivis’s old reflexes acting up. I held him tighter, “Let’s go back to my house. I bet Finland has already made lunch.”
“G—good…” Raivis muttered, wiping away a few tears that had managed to leak out. “I’m…k—kind of hungry…”
“Me too,” I smiled as we started to walk out of the forest. I reflexively turned around and saw Ivan against a tree trunk, smiling. It wasn’t a strange smile. It was only strange in the sense that it wasn’t hostile.
Raivis altered my attention, leaning closer. “I—I’m sorry I…seem so…p—pathetic…But I…I want you to protect me. I want to…rely on you.”
“I’m glad,” I smiled, kissing his cheek again. “I want to protect you.”
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