[Fic] Garter
Title: Garter
Author/Artist: dappledwings
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Belarus/Switzerland
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta'd drabblefic. Mentions sex and violence.
Summary: For the chat, based on the prompt Switzerland/Belarus-Garter
Words: 406
The first time Switzerland catches a flash of Belarus’ garter, his eyebrows raise. He spots the knife. He also spots the fact that the garter is plain black with slight frills round the edge. Ok, so he is close to her as she walks, the wind blowing her skirts up. But he has been trained to spot detail. Points on targets, and so on.
When he mentions the garter, conversationally, to Liechtenstein later that evening, she laughs. “She always wears it. It’s where she keeps her knife, for protection, she tells people.” Switzerland feels that he really doesn’t want to know how his young sister knows. He also isn’t sure quite why he wants it so much.
The next time he sees it, she has lifted the side of the skirt to pull her knife out when she comes face to face with two muggers, on the streets of some capital city, where the latest international meeting is.
“Leave her.” Switzerland growls, and the muggers laugh at him, one turning back to Belarus, the other back to Switzerland, jeering at the nation’s knife. Switzerland pulls a gun, tells them again. Unsurprisingly, both men co-operate.
Belarus looks… angry. Unusual when she usually either looks crazy or emotionless. “I didn’t need your help!”
“Sure looked like you did to me,” Switzerland drawls. “Anyway, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t help?”
“You want something.” It is a statement, not a paraphrased question.
“Your garter.”
The blonde would shake with rage if it was possible, and Switzerland leaves her to walk off. He will get it.
The third time, Belarus is stalking her Brother at a world meeting. She isn’t picky about where she stands, and it just so happens to be right near to Switzerland.
“You give me your garter, Natalia, and I’ll make your brother talk to you.” He knows where her weak spot is now.
Without thinking, she peels it off, removes the knife and hands it over. “Now, go do it, Vash. I just want to speak to him.” The crazy light in her eyes says otherwise, the hopeful, happy gleaming light that just tells of madness. Even so, Switzerland wanders towards Russia.
“I’d talk to you sister, if I were you. She’s being a creeper again.”
Switzerland grins to himself as Russia rushes over to Belarus to reprimand her, twirling the garter on a single finger. He’s got what he wanted.
Author/Artist: dappledwings
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Belarus/Switzerland
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta'd drabblefic. Mentions sex and violence.
Summary: For the chat, based on the prompt Switzerland/Belarus-Garter
Words: 406
The first time Switzerland catches a flash of Belarus’ garter, his eyebrows raise. He spots the knife. He also spots the fact that the garter is plain black with slight frills round the edge. Ok, so he is close to her as she walks, the wind blowing her skirts up. But he has been trained to spot detail. Points on targets, and so on.
When he mentions the garter, conversationally, to Liechtenstein later that evening, she laughs. “She always wears it. It’s where she keeps her knife, for protection, she tells people.” Switzerland feels that he really doesn’t want to know how his young sister knows. He also isn’t sure quite why he wants it so much.
The next time he sees it, she has lifted the side of the skirt to pull her knife out when she comes face to face with two muggers, on the streets of some capital city, where the latest international meeting is.
“Leave her.” Switzerland growls, and the muggers laugh at him, one turning back to Belarus, the other back to Switzerland, jeering at the nation’s knife. Switzerland pulls a gun, tells them again. Unsurprisingly, both men co-operate.
Belarus looks… angry. Unusual when she usually either looks crazy or emotionless. “I didn’t need your help!”
“Sure looked like you did to me,” Switzerland drawls. “Anyway, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t help?”
“You want something.” It is a statement, not a paraphrased question.
“Your garter.”
The blonde would shake with rage if it was possible, and Switzerland leaves her to walk off. He will get it.
The third time, Belarus is stalking her Brother at a world meeting. She isn’t picky about where she stands, and it just so happens to be right near to Switzerland.
“You give me your garter, Natalia, and I’ll make your brother talk to you.” He knows where her weak spot is now.
Without thinking, she peels it off, removes the knife and hands it over. “Now, go do it, Vash. I just want to speak to him.” The crazy light in her eyes says otherwise, the hopeful, happy gleaming light that just tells of madness. Even so, Switzerland wanders towards Russia.
“I’d talk to you sister, if I were you. She’s being a creeper again.”
Switzerland grins to himself as Russia rushes over to Belarus to reprimand her, twirling the garter on a single finger. He’s got what he wanted.