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.