Axis Powers Hetalia - Austria & Prussia - PG - The Seven Years War
Title: The Seven Years War
Author: Ema (lightningrapier)
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: Austria/France (lolwhat), Austria/Prussia
Rating: PGish. I mean, France is in it, so. Be careful.
Warnings: Occupying of vital regions.
Word Count: 999.
Notes: None.
Disclaimer: APH is owned by Hidekaz and not be me. This was done so I could have a friend in the fandom, not to rip off of his storylines. This was done from a scanslation found on hetalia, but I saved the scans and I can't be bothered to find the link in the comm right now.
"So," Maria Theresa murmured, "we weren't able to save Silesia..."
Austria sighed, staring down at the desk the two were sitting at, his face visably flushed. "That was sad," he murmured. "My vital regions, forcibly taken by Prussia..."
Maria flushed as well, shaking her head. "That sounded sort of lewd, you know," she murmured. Before Austria could explain how lewd it really was for him, Hungary cut him off.
"And he's likely to try it again!" she said, sounding worried. Austria looked shocked.
"Wha- What do you mean by that?" he asked, blinking.
"I mean... he's been after you for quite a while, Austria!" Hungary said, frowning. "Silesia alone won't satisfy him! He wants all of you!" Her face darkened a bit, losing some of its innocent-looking charm. "I know that scum. He's sure to do unspeakable things to the land he's stolen..." Her fists tightened, suddenly, cursing under her breath.
"Chill out," Austria murmured.
"Austria," Maria said, sternly. Quickly meeting her gaze, Austria nodded. "I'll need your cooperation on this." It was then that he realized she was holding some sort of paper, clutched in her hands. "Though you might loathe to even hear of it... please send this letter to France!" Slowly, she unfolded the paper. The words on the paper, in a handwriting that mimicked Austria's quite well, became suddenly apparent.
Dear France,
Please form an alliance with me.
Love,
Austria.
Flushing, Austria bolted upright in his chair, nearly knocking it over. "Th-there's no way I--"
"Hungary, hold him back, please!" Maria cried.
"Glad to!" Hungary cried, grabbing Austria's shoulders with strength that, had he not been so entirely distracted, would have impressed him.
"Surely you know what history's been like for France and I!?" Austria shouted, trying to vain to throw her off. As he was screaming, Maria was already tying the letter onto the foot of a carrier bird -- a dove. It became suddenly apparent to Austria that the letter had a few more pages than what he'd been shown. "Oh, god, please don't send that!" he cried. "I'd rather end up a curbside florist in another land than ally myself with France!"
Just as the words left his mouth, though, the dove had left the windowsill, in flight with the incriminating letter on route.
He slumped, suddenly, into Hungary's tiny arms, and she sighed.
"Oh, Austria..." she murmured, petting his hair.
(Soon after, in France...)
Spain and France, who had been out on a walk together, noticed the dove flying towards them. Slowly extending his hand, France allowed the dove to land on a finger, removing the letter with the other hand.
"A letter," he said, interested.
"It's from Austria?" Spain asked, craning his neck in curiosity to look.
"So it would seem," France said, unfolding the letter and beginning to scan the first page. "--Whoa, this is obscene!" The look of glee on his face seemed to only grow brighter as he read.
My love, the letter began, How fares the day? The pleasures of lovers we shared together can scarcely fade from my memory. Even during Mass, when our prayers should be purer, lewd fantasies of those pleasures take such a hold upon me. Not even when I sleep am I spared these illusions.
Everything we did... it's all stamped on my heart along with your image... sometimes, my thoughts are betrayed in a movement of my body, or they break out in an unguarded word...
France turned the page, quickly, his expression practically a smirk.
Dear France,
Please form an alliance with me.
Love,
Austria.
"So?" Spain asked, looking unconvinced. "What's Austria want? Another war?"
France laughed. "God, no." He held out the last page to Spain, grinning. "Just a love affair."
The unthought-of French-Austrian Diplomatic Revolution sent a shockwave throughout Europe.
"You-- friends with Austria?!" Spain had cried.
"Big brother France and Austria?" Italy asked, blinking at the notice.
"The times have changed," Sweden murmured, handing his copy to Finland with a sigh.
"Seriously!?" England cried. "I never thought these two would..."
Poland sighed, turning his copy over and over in his hands. "I could use an affair like that," he said, dreamily. Behind him, Lithuania looked up, surprised.
But most shocked was Prussia.
He'd been in the office with his boss, Friedrich II, when the man had spilled the news. His timing had been rather poor -- Prussia had been right in the middle of a drink of tea, and when the words registered, he spit the liquid out all over the man in front of him.
"France allied with Specs?!" he cried. "You've gotta be kidding me! Everybody knows what they do to each other when they meet!"
"Regretably," Friedrich murmured, "it is true. And do try not to spit your tea all over. This is one of my few nice garments."
Prussia jumped up, throwing his empty tea cup down, shattering it against the desk. The pieces of porcelain went flying. "Irregardless of how he likes groping asses, France is formidable!" he cried.
"Yes," Friedrich sighed. "He groped mine as well. He's tough. But we won't stand too much a chance against England." Friedrich whipped out a letter -- an alliance! ("I'm joining you just to kick some French asses. For my sake alone, not yours, mark that! -England") "He's on your side."
"Really?" Prussia almost smiled. "That's much better..." Glancing out the window, though, Prussia noticed something -- a carrier bird -- an Austrian carrier bird!
And it was headed towards Russia!
"Th-that old fox!" Prussia cried, hands going against the window, his face falling suddenly. After a moment, he turned away from the window, practically shaking. "Russia and France," he murmured. "I'm... trembling with excitement..."
"No need to jitter," Friedrich answered, rising to the window himself. "You're tough enough yourself, Prussia." He pat Prussia's back, attempting to console him. "Austria, meanwhile, lacks the balls to look good in anything other than dresses."
Prussia was just about to laugh, feeling suddenly much better, when, suddenly, the wall practically exploded -- had a grenade gone off?!
Prussia stared up, watching as the dust cleared and, slowly, the silhouette of a young woman came into view.
"What the-- H- Hungary?!" he gasped. "Why the hell are you here?!"
"You said that," Hungary cried, "like it's a bad thing!!"
Author: Ema (lightningrapier)
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: Austria/France (lolwhat), Austria/Prussia
Rating: PGish. I mean, France is in it, so. Be careful.
Warnings: Occupying of vital regions.
Word Count: 999.
Notes: None.
Disclaimer: APH is owned by Hidekaz and not be me. This was done so I could have a friend in the fandom, not to rip off of his storylines. This was done from a scanslation found on hetalia, but I saved the scans and I can't be bothered to find the link in the comm right now.
"So," Maria Theresa murmured, "we weren't able to save Silesia..."
Austria sighed, staring down at the desk the two were sitting at, his face visably flushed. "That was sad," he murmured. "My vital regions, forcibly taken by Prussia..."
Maria flushed as well, shaking her head. "That sounded sort of lewd, you know," she murmured. Before Austria could explain how lewd it really was for him, Hungary cut him off.
"And he's likely to try it again!" she said, sounding worried. Austria looked shocked.
"Wha- What do you mean by that?" he asked, blinking.
"I mean... he's been after you for quite a while, Austria!" Hungary said, frowning. "Silesia alone won't satisfy him! He wants all of you!" Her face darkened a bit, losing some of its innocent-looking charm. "I know that scum. He's sure to do unspeakable things to the land he's stolen..." Her fists tightened, suddenly, cursing under her breath.
"Chill out," Austria murmured.
"Austria," Maria said, sternly. Quickly meeting her gaze, Austria nodded. "I'll need your cooperation on this." It was then that he realized she was holding some sort of paper, clutched in her hands. "Though you might loathe to even hear of it... please send this letter to France!" Slowly, she unfolded the paper. The words on the paper, in a handwriting that mimicked Austria's quite well, became suddenly apparent.
Dear France,
Please form an alliance with me.
Love,
Austria.
Flushing, Austria bolted upright in his chair, nearly knocking it over. "Th-there's no way I--"
"Hungary, hold him back, please!" Maria cried.
"Glad to!" Hungary cried, grabbing Austria's shoulders with strength that, had he not been so entirely distracted, would have impressed him.
"Surely you know what history's been like for France and I!?" Austria shouted, trying to vain to throw her off. As he was screaming, Maria was already tying the letter onto the foot of a carrier bird -- a dove. It became suddenly apparent to Austria that the letter had a few more pages than what he'd been shown. "Oh, god, please don't send that!" he cried. "I'd rather end up a curbside florist in another land than ally myself with France!"
Just as the words left his mouth, though, the dove had left the windowsill, in flight with the incriminating letter on route.
He slumped, suddenly, into Hungary's tiny arms, and she sighed.
"Oh, Austria..." she murmured, petting his hair.
(Soon after, in France...)
Spain and France, who had been out on a walk together, noticed the dove flying towards them. Slowly extending his hand, France allowed the dove to land on a finger, removing the letter with the other hand.
"A letter," he said, interested.
"It's from Austria?" Spain asked, craning his neck in curiosity to look.
"So it would seem," France said, unfolding the letter and beginning to scan the first page. "--Whoa, this is obscene!" The look of glee on his face seemed to only grow brighter as he read.
My love, the letter began, How fares the day? The pleasures of lovers we shared together can scarcely fade from my memory. Even during Mass, when our prayers should be purer, lewd fantasies of those pleasures take such a hold upon me. Not even when I sleep am I spared these illusions.
Everything we did... it's all stamped on my heart along with your image... sometimes, my thoughts are betrayed in a movement of my body, or they break out in an unguarded word...
France turned the page, quickly, his expression practically a smirk.
Dear France,
Please form an alliance with me.
Love,
Austria.
"So?" Spain asked, looking unconvinced. "What's Austria want? Another war?"
France laughed. "God, no." He held out the last page to Spain, grinning. "Just a love affair."
The unthought-of French-Austrian Diplomatic Revolution sent a shockwave throughout Europe.
"You-- friends with Austria?!" Spain had cried.
"Big brother France and Austria?" Italy asked, blinking at the notice.
"The times have changed," Sweden murmured, handing his copy to Finland with a sigh.
"Seriously!?" England cried. "I never thought these two would..."
Poland sighed, turning his copy over and over in his hands. "I could use an affair like that," he said, dreamily. Behind him, Lithuania looked up, surprised.
But most shocked was Prussia.
He'd been in the office with his boss, Friedrich II, when the man had spilled the news. His timing had been rather poor -- Prussia had been right in the middle of a drink of tea, and when the words registered, he spit the liquid out all over the man in front of him.
"France allied with Specs?!" he cried. "You've gotta be kidding me! Everybody knows what they do to each other when they meet!"
"Regretably," Friedrich murmured, "it is true. And do try not to spit your tea all over. This is one of my few nice garments."
Prussia jumped up, throwing his empty tea cup down, shattering it against the desk. The pieces of porcelain went flying. "Irregardless of how he likes groping asses, France is formidable!" he cried.
"Yes," Friedrich sighed. "He groped mine as well. He's tough. But we won't stand too much a chance against England." Friedrich whipped out a letter -- an alliance! ("I'm joining you just to kick some French asses. For my sake alone, not yours, mark that! -England") "He's on your side."
"Really?" Prussia almost smiled. "That's much better..." Glancing out the window, though, Prussia noticed something -- a carrier bird -- an Austrian carrier bird!
And it was headed towards Russia!
"Th-that old fox!" Prussia cried, hands going against the window, his face falling suddenly. After a moment, he turned away from the window, practically shaking. "Russia and France," he murmured. "I'm... trembling with excitement..."
"No need to jitter," Friedrich answered, rising to the window himself. "You're tough enough yourself, Prussia." He pat Prussia's back, attempting to console him. "Austria, meanwhile, lacks the balls to look good in anything other than dresses."
Prussia was just about to laugh, feeling suddenly much better, when, suddenly, the wall practically exploded -- had a grenade gone off?!
Prussia stared up, watching as the dust cleared and, slowly, the silhouette of a young woman came into view.
"What the-- H- Hungary?!" he gasped. "Why the hell are you here?!"
"You said that," Hungary cried, "like it's a bad thing!!"