Estonia does not like to wear red. It has never been her colour. Red reminds her of bloodshed and an uncomfortable neighbour that she has to share a border with. A neighbour that has brought her nothing but misery and false appearances.

But Denmark loves red. Red is her colour. Red reminds her of power and beauty. Red has always brought her good fortune.

At the end of the day, red is what it is. It is nothing more than a colour on an endless sheet of palettes. She has learned to remind herself of that.

So tonight she wears red. Just for Denmark. A simple red cocktail dress was all she needed to turn heads including Denmark herself. Her lover remained close by her side the whole night with her arm wrapped around Estonia’s waist.

“I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”

There was a twinkle in Estonia’s eyes, “You’ll be waiting for a while then. This official gathering will be another three hours.”

She grinned, “They never said we had to stay for the whole thing.”

She wasn’t wrong about that. But there’s government officials and other nations here and it would send a bad message if they were to bail. On the other hand, no one was interested in chatting with her and the drinks were cheap and bland. She’s bought better alcohol out of her own pocket during her trips to visit Latvia.

Her own mind was running wild and it was no thanks to Denmark who could not stop whispering salacious words in her ear. She bit her lip while trying to keep a straight face. But ultimately, Denmark won and they quietly slipped away from the gathering. She always had her way but Estonia didn’t mind. She was treated like a queen when they were alone. She doesn’t expect tonight to be any different.

Estonia couldn’t wait for Denmark to slowly unzip this dress off of her. Red was just not her colour.