|| Ok Not Estonia related but, just laughed at the thought of how cannonically Prussia, as the Teutonic Order back then, couldn't really process the existence of girls, being very confused by Hungary.
He's kinda responsible for Riga though, and she's a girl. Of course, unless you look at the ahem parts you can't really tell with a small child what they really are, so I just imagine Prussia immediately jumped to the conclusion she was a boy. She got called some boy name, like, Johannes maybe, and treated like a boy.
Riga would have gotten so confused about this omg.
Meanwhile Livonia, as the Brothers of the Sword, just kinda sat there not bothering to tell Prussia that the kid is actually a girl. He had jumped to conclusions with them too and referred to them as a boy.
She had opened her mouth to the three Nordics she was able to find during the 1980 Olympics, when the sailing events took place in Tallinn instead of Moscow. She knew she shouldn't be saying things like this, that she'd get in trouble, but what were they going to do, punish her? Oh how she misses the times she didn't have to live in fear like this, when everything was more peaceful, like she could just, grow now and talk to people she cares about with no restrictions or limits. Now, she hasn't been able to see Estonia for decades.
The embrace of a certain Dane made her struggle to hold her emotions on the down low, she is sick of this, she wants freedom, she wants Estonia back. Why couldn't have life been nice for once? Would it kill to allow good things to happen?
"I'm sorry we can't do more.. " The voice of Finland murmured softly, Sweden was standing right next to him, even with his rather emotionless expression Tallinn could see the sorrow shine in his gaze. These are the three now-Nordics that she knows the most like Estonia. It's a relief he didn't end up with the Soviet Union.
"You've been through lots of things before - you can survive this one too. Don't give up! You'll just have to hang in there for a little longer, I'm sure something will pop up that you'd be able to take as the chance to get independence back" Denmark gave words of encouragement, positivity. Though it may have not seem much, it still was like a glimmer of hope in the dark tunnel. You never know what may pop up. If only she could be free.
I wish you didn't have to leave, please don't leave me alone here like this. Not again. Tallinn couldn't say those words out loud, it's like her voice was stuck in her throat. What much of a difference would it make of she shares these thoughts anyway? He can't stay even if he wanted to, he has a nation to go home to.
She held the blue-black-white tricolour close to her chest, it was in a bag to make sure no one had any idea what she was holding. It was very early in the morning, the sun was only starting to rise, not many were out in the cold streets yet she still felt watched.
The blonde's sapphire gaze looked up the large tower, Pikk Hermann, there the red Estonia SSR flag has been waving for decades, the wrong flag, the flag that means their oppressed and trapped state.
Even thinking of the flag made her sick to her stomach, it's about time she does what she is about to do.
News about a song festival in Tartu had reached her within light speed, her heart had leaped at first, thinking that Estonia has been able to get out of the Soviet household and is starting something. It didn't take long until realizing that was not true, but that didn't stop hope.
"Five patriotic songs?"
Tallinn looked at the songs she held, seeing the names of each one, like "Eestlane olen ja eestlaseks jään" and "Sind surmani". She felt her heart swelling with thousands of emotions, it was a wondrous feeling after how she had slowly been falling into eternal numbness.
A man by the name of Alo Mattiiseeni had put these together, inspired by the national awakening over a century ago. Many may not see it as that big, but Tallinn knew, something big is coming.
She felt her legs subtly shake as she made her way up, it felt like any minute the tower will crumble under her, but she refused to back down, some will call her foolish - some will call her bold, or brave, no matter if she is going to get arrested or be attempted to be killed, she is not going to back down now. Would she get anywhere if she only sat back and waited for something to happen?
"What is singing going to do?" Riga was questioning the actions of the two other capitals. Tallinn was puzzled by her words, but she understood her doubt. "It reminds the people what we should be fighting for, haven't you been having a national awakening? " The blonde questioned. "You do realize the reds will just ignore it?" Riga responded. "Not if we keep going." Tallinn insisted. "Aren't you already feeling a little better with what you've done so far? Like the Environmental protection club? When flowers got placed at the Freedom Monument? Latvia surely would be very-" "Latvia is not here!" The capital snapped with a slam of her hand onto the table. Vilnius had reached with a flinch as she stared sadly.
Tallinn's expression faltered, as she lowered her gaze. "I miss Estonia too, I miss all of them." She murmured.
Vilnius, who had remained silent the entire time, finally stood up and spoke. "If we want them back, if we want all of our freedom back, then we need to do something. They are stuck there, held down with no power, but we are able to still do things. It's in our hands now, they need us."
The two looked at the Lithuanian capital, there was a moment of silence before Riga opened her mouth "So what's the plan?"
"We make sure we are noticed and heard, not only by the Soviet Union but by the whole world. For that, we need our people completely by our side ready to do what it takes."
Remind them who they are, and what they've been robbed of. Those words echoed in Tallinn's head, now on top of Pikk Hermann, memories of the sinimustvalge flag having once been here flooded her.
I hope Eduard was able to hide the original one well, or at least have someone he can trust keep it safe. Tallinn thought as she pulled out the one she was able to hide. The amount of times the KGB tried to make sure she has nothing like this failed.
The red SSR flag was pulled down.
She stared at the red fabric held in her hands, her brows furrowed as she messily with no effort or care rolled it together into a ball, not caring if it gets folds or anything. She then went to the edge, and with all her strength she pulled her arm back and threw the flag that doesn't even deserve to be up here off the tower.
She didn't bother to look where it fell, she could care less what happens to it, how dirty or torn it may get, only the rightful flag of the people of Estonia belongs up here.
As a contrast to how she handled the SSR flag, she gently unfolded the neatly and well taken care of tricolour. She pulled it upwards to let it briefly feel the wind, before attaching it to the string and pulling the flag up.
She felt like a building pressure in her chest had been released, taking a step back to see the flag wave in all its glory.
She glanced towards the rising sun, it's soft light shining onto the blue-black-white.
Even if Estonia can't be here right now, she knows he'd be proud. No matter what life may bring, she knows:
They will get their freedom back.
* This is depicting 24th February 1989, when someone had gone to Pikk Hermann and raised the Estonian flag, which was banned, you could legit get arrested and sent to the gulag for owning one. So this little event is quite unforgettable, highest of respect to the ones who did it.
* I do not know if the SSR flag was always held up, but I will assume it was, unlike with the Estonian flag that gets raised every sunrise and lowered every sunset.
* This was just smth that got stuck in my head and I got massive motivation to write, there may be a small part 2 to this as well about what consequences Tallinn may have faced. Her being a personification of course heavily affects what they'd do.
* I mean, Flag Day was kinda recently (June 4th) so you can relate it to that?
