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January 9th, 2014, 7:34 pm #11

Natalya couldn’t believe how much attention he was directing to her. It was definitely unusual to be the object of someone’s interest rather than scorn. Too many times she had fallen under the icy glare of her brother. He was a fearsome man, but the gentle heart in front of her was so refreshing. She almost felt giddy, though she was not planning to let that particular behavior bubble to the surface. She was calm and collected. Mostly.

The Estonian led her through the streets of Tallinn with the surefootedness only a nation would be able to have. He was not only showing off his city, he was essentially showing off a part of himself. Tall medieval buildings and rough cobblestone streets, all an example of the strong, stately past he held close to his heart. It made her feel as though very young, which, she was, though the surroundings also made her feel very feminine. The sturdy center of Tallinn seemed so prolific in comparison to her, admittedly rather battered, Minsk.

Breathless for a moment, the Belarusian watched as Eduard reached toward her face as if in slow motion. What would he do? Was he going to slap her? Ah, it seemed he was reaching toward her hair. Was he going to grab her hair and throw her to the ground? Several scenarios, all of looming pain and unkindness flitted past her eyes. It was then that he reached up and pet a bit of hair gently. Her heart skipped a beat. A gentle, perhaps loving, touch? This was something she hadn’t had from a male in many years. The last time was perhaps when she and Ivan had been much, much younger. Back when he still spoke to her kindly and hugged her as his sister, not smashed her around like some evil to be expelled.

Natalya watched in near amazement as he pet the lock of hair and twirled it around his fingers. He…he cares about me! It was shocking that she was able to keep her footing as they continued walking, though no doubt he would have caught her if she showed any sign of a misstep.

Following his lead, she walked through a door to a rather nice little restaurant. It was hidden if you didn’t realize what it was, but it seemed as though the local people frequented it. A calm cozy glow came from the room and it was a comfortable sight to see smiling faces. Faces that smiled at her, despite the fact that she was obviously not one of them.

Eduard ushered her to a table, and even helped seat her. Ah, but there was her heart beating quickly again! She couldn’t help but smile as he suggested she “order anything she’d like.”

What a treat to have such a luxury. She looked down the menu and blushed red, rather embarrassed. “Ah…I can’t read Estonian.” Then promptly burst out laughing.
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April 8th, 2014, 1:39 pm #12

Estonia had been observing her face for reactions, trying to be subtle about it as being caught staring would be incredibly awkward. He couldn’t help but be puzzled from her lack of reaction to his moves. She always seemed so distant, and he couldn’t help but notice a bit of fear when he had reached for her hair, but then she had seemed to have relaxed afterwards. He didn’t want to create further discomfort for her, but then again, he couldn’t help but be curious because of the stoicism he was afraid to break too roughly. Still, he wanted to help her if he could.

What definitely surprised him the most, however, was when she started laughing at such a detail. Of course, he laughed softly along with her, but in retrospect it was certainly something he had not seen in many, many years. It was one thing to see her smile, which was always a blessing that made his heart stop, but to see her laugh was incredibly nice. He smiled softly at her afterwards, finding the blush on her cheeks rather endearing. Eduard nodded and he started to translate the menu for her. It was moments like that that made their situation unique; they couldn’t communicate well in their own native tongues, but they had their workarounds in consequence. Of course, they both knew Russian, but he never liked using it in conversation. It was a psychological thing, really, but he made a mental note that maybe he should learn Belarusian, telling himself that it wasn’t exactly Russian. Perhaps he could teach her Estonian one day. After all, one more Estonian-speaker was always welcomed in this little piece of land.

Eduard had leaned over the table in order to help her out with the menu, at the same time explaining the translation and trying his best to teach her a little bit of Estonian rather than just crudely translate. Of course, it took a lot more time to get through the menu than necessary, but he thought it was fun to be teaching those things and hopefully she would appreciate the little bits of his language.

After a few minutes of going through the menu, a gentle waitress greeted them and asked them if they were ready to pick something. Estonia turned to Natalya with a gentle smile. “Are you ready to order?” he asked her softly before ordering himself a warm soup with some dumplings, reminding her that she could take whatever she wanted. Belarus was the last one he expected to take advantage of his generosity or his trust.
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