#and she made me borsch. I can’t just skip out on borsch

[myname-isnia]

I really need three days off in a week bc between plans with friends and family obligations I have absolutely no time to relax

#I don’t count it as a day off unless I don’t go anywhere or see anyone #day off means locked in my apartment. alone. staring at the wall and talking to myself for hours #I have to go to grandma’s tomorrow bc I always see her once a week #and she made me borsch. I can’t just skip out on borsch #and then I promised my friends I’d go ice skating with them on Sunday #idk why I agreed #I’ve never even seen a pair of skates in real life before #I can’t work properly when I’ve got two feet on the ground. let alone when skates and ice are involved #it’s gonna end so badly I can already tell #a long time ago a friend tried to teach me to rollerblade #I couldn’t even get off the floor after putting the rollerblades on #I am absolutely not cut out for stuff like this #no sense of balance. whatsoever #it’s gonna be miserable for everyone involved bc I’ll spend the entire trying not to fall #and my friends will spend the entire time helping me not fall #I really shouldn’t have agreed. I never even wanted to go. but I’ve never taken part in any winter activity. ever #ice skating. skiing. snowboarding. snowball fights. building a snowman. none of it #and my friend had three passes left to a rink by her house #I have to go #I literally can’t cancel #but I have so much shit happening next week and I really need a day off to just sit and process it all #right now I’m actively ignoring everything coming up bc if I think about it I will sob my eyes out #and I already do that enough. and I can’t sleep after I cry and I’ve been sleep deprived for months #god.. how will I ever make it through life if I can’t even handle going out with friends on a weekend and one single mock exam?? #life’s really hammering in that I’m all grown up now huh #okay. no. nope. not gonna go there. not gonna cry tonight. I can’t keep crying all the time it’s not good for me #I swear I didn’t cry this much when I was actively depressed and suicidal. and it’s not those cleansing cries either #I always feel like shit afterwards. but what can you do. I just have to get it together and stop whining #I made a commitment. now I have to follow through. like the adult I almost am. no more complaining #I’m done

[koolkat9]

Rare Pair Week 2023 - Day 2

@hetalia-rarepairweek

Prompt: Culture || Comfort

Rating: T

Pairing: Nyo Canada x Ukraine

Word Count: 711

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Comfort in Warmth

When God was designing female nations, he had made a grave mistake. Periods for regular human women were already filled with flaws, but at least they had an excuse to be there. Nations were infertile, so why did God think it was a good idea to give them periods?

Madeline was constantly asking herself that whenever her time of the month rolled around. Curse her good work ethic, she could skip work otherwise like Amelia always did. At least she had a long weekend thanks to the holiday on Monday. But that still didn’t boost any energy or soothe the pain in her abdomen.

She dragged herself through the door and was enwrapped in the warm scent of something cooking.

Madeline blinked slowly, her tired brain trying to catch up to what could be the source of the smell. She wandered into the dining room, though having enough of a mind to approach cautiously.

The table was filled with various dishes: borsch, varenyky, chicken kiev, and a few other sides. Kateryna stood at the head, laying out two plates and sets of silverware. When her eyes met Madeline's, a warm smile crossed her lips.

Before she could even get a greeting out, Madeline barreled towards her, throwing her arms around her and almost knocking her over. She buried her face in Kateryna's chest and just stayed there for a moment, basking in the coziness that always radiated off her lover.

Kateryna chuckled. “Rough day?”

“Yeah…” Madeline whined, “My uterus is plotting to kill me.”

“Ah…Then I chose a good week to plan this surprise.”

Madeline nodded, burying her nose even more into Kateryna’s chest.

“You should go change into something more comfortable, then eat something, and we can cuddle after,” Kateryna suggested, voice delicate like lace, washing out all the tension in Madeline’s body.

Madeline let out another whine when she was gently pushed away.

“It’ll make you feel better, dear.”

“I know…”

Minutes later, Madeline clambered down the stairs. Kateryna had already prepared their plates and poured the drinks. Madeline sighed dreamily. Cramps be damned, at least she had won the girlfriend lottery.

Dinner was spent catching up with each other. What events these past few weeks brought, how Kateryna’s flight was, how miserable Madeline’s work day had been. But once the food was finished, they moved to the living room for a movie night.

Under a fleece blanket, the two cuddled up and put on a cheesy romance; Madeline’s guilty pleasure.

“You’re too good for me,” Madeline mumbled, curling up at Kateryna’s side.

“Nonsense. Why can’t anyone in your family accept affection without thinking you need to do something in return.”

“I just…W-Well you…”

“You’re so funny,” Kateryna giggled, leaning in a hair’s breadth away. Madeline froze, breath hitching. “And so cute too.”

Madeline licked her lips, eyelids drooping slightly. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against Kateryna’s. Kateryna pressed back, hand finding its way to Madeline’s thigh, squeezing it slightly. Madeline gasped, lips parting slightly. Kateryna slipped her tongue reclaiming every inch of what was hers.

Hands gripped clothes. Bodies pressed down on each other, tangling in the blanket. Heartbeats jumped into their throats as if trying to meet the other.

But it was all short-lived by another round of gut-stabbing. Madeline let out a pained groan and pulled away.

Kateryna smiled sympathetically, hand traveling from Madeline’s thigh to her stomach, rubbing it slightly. “I’ll get the heating pad,” Kateryna murmured, kissing her lover’s temple.

“I’m sorry.”

“No apologies,” Kateryna reprimanded already at the drawer where the heat pad was stored. She pushed Madeline lightly to lay down, plugged in the pad, and draped it across her lower stomach.

“Thank you…”

“You’re welcome.”

Kateryna went to sit in the armchair, but Madeline grabbed her. “Please…Let me lay on your lap.”

Kateryna tilted her head, eyes wide. Another smile slowly spread across her lips. “Okay.”

Kateryna slipped in beside her, and Madeline rested her head on her thighs. She sighed in contentment, already feeling a lot better.

Hand combing through her hair, Madeline settled in for the night. There was still a dull pain, but in her lover’s lap, movie droning on in the back, it felt distant, replaced by an all-encompassing warmth. Maybe she wouldn’t die this week.

#hetalia #hws #hws ukraine #nyo canada #rarepairweek #rarepairweek2023 #hetalia-rarepairweek #canukr #nyotalia #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #my writing #a lot of self projection in this one lol