Drabble time continues ~
Pairing: all Germany/France
A.N.: Second drabble dump. Some may not be so good since I'm currently trying different methods to test what is best for my writing style. Comments would be loved!
Kitchen
It had been a fight to break through the tradition of meals with either potatoes or sausages, but he had never stopped to dish French food after French food until they allowed him to cook more often for them.
What he couldn’t stop was to not get involved with their cuisine.
As much as he denied it when they asked him, he had to admit to himself that he started to like certain sausages and some of their ways to prepare potatoes too much for his liking.
Household
Germany cleaned and repaired (both with an intensity which didn’t stand behind his sense for military order).
France cooked and looked after the clothes (which he loved to do, seeing that he had the power to choose new suits for his men).
And East Germany? Well, he slept long, ate what was dished, sometimes watched his brother while he was repairing something or gave him orders where to clean, bothered France until he was banished to his room or left the house early to go stalking other nations.
Still, it worked perfectly.
Touch
The first kiss had been awkward.
Germany had pulled back too soon, embarrassment written all over his face and lowered eyes to hide his bright blush as well as possible.
France himself wasn’t sure what to think or feel. The other was still foreign and had become a friend only recently. So it was no wonder he saw more an enemy than a potential lover in his new ally.
Well, they certainly had to work on that.
The second had been France’s initiative - again.
This time, Germany hadn’t pulled back as if something had burned him.
After the surprise had vanished of being pulled over and getting lips pressed against his, he had stayed passive, unsure how he should to react.
But the aloofness and uncertainty his body language showed practically screamed at France to keep the contact short. What he did.
The third and fourth had been as a greeting and saying goodbye, fast passed between open doors and the short break both had before the next meetings began.
The fifth happened because both were actually happy to see each other.
It didn’t give off unfamiliar vibes anymore but a friendly calmness which lured them in as long as the touch of their lips against each other lasted.
France grinned for the first time while Germany had a small smile on his face.
The six had been a sudden decision - again France’s idea.
Briefly after a conference, he had walked up to Germany who was sorting his papers and waited until the other caught his presence.
He didn’t have to say anything; a knowing expression flitted over the German’s face as he leant forward over the table, putting his writings aside.
Grinning himself, France had pulled a little at the other’s tie to get him closer before he raised his head to press a short and welcomed kiss on waiting lips.
The seventh and eight were also greeting kisses, given and received in hectic and a little annoyance, albeit not between them.
The ninth was a show-off in front of England, still all France’s actions.
The confused and betrayed gaze Germany had given him only seconds after he had discovered why he was abruptly pulled down in a kiss gave France a guilty conscience for a whole week until he showed up at Germany’s house to apologize with a cooked dinner only for him.
The tenth and eleventh had gained some of the uncertainty of the beginning back, obviously a sign that Germany attached great importance to faithfulness in a relationship and wasn’t someone who forgot easily.
Nonetheless, he didn’t shy away from France’s touch anymore.
The twelve did hit France totally unprepared.
Germany had leaned down in a swift movement and finished giving him a short but soft kiss before France could even properly close his mouth.
Agape, he could only watch how the other nation wandered of into the meeting room, leaving France standing shocked and pleased at the same time next to the door.
The thirteen was during lunch, on a sunny day outside in a park.
Both sat on a bench and were eating ice cream with Italy as France had noticed the little leftover of ice cream on Germany’s lips, visible only when you looked closely.
Without thinking or asking, he had gripped the other’s hand to stop him and then lifted his neck to reach up and give a good lick with a followed kiss to the astonished nation.
Italy’s questions afterwards, Germany’s constant blush and he avoiding France the whole day kept France’s mood down even though he really had liked the kissing part.
The fourteen and fifteen were a bit more private.
They were exchanged between closed doors and in empty bureaus and left Germany and even France breathless for a moment.
When they saw each other the next day, France was thrilled to be at the receiving end of longingly gazes which he noticed here and there all through the political discussion they both attended.
The sixteen, seventeen and eighteen all were passed after conferences, mostly in secluded corners or one time in a bath room to not achieve unwanted attention of other nations - or almost worse, their bosses.
Those kisses gained in depth as France found it to be at least time to teach Germany how a real English kiss was done.
At the same time their body language changed into more meaningful gestures like a soft pat on the shoulder, intertwined hands or gentle looks they gave each other.
The nineteen was quite spectacular since they were in public and watched by other nations.
It should have been a simple greeting like they often did when meeting each other after a long week without having conferences together.
But need had taken over and before France could realize what was going on, Germany was possessively invading his mouth while caging him in his chair.
Later on, England had eyed him angrily, America had given them the thumbs up and the whole EU members had spoken behind their backs, talking about a new wave of political measures which were bound to come.
But all this didn’t distract France in the least from planning his revenge on Germany.
The twenty was a special one neither of them would ever forget.
Germany had proposed on that day, all going out and nervous with red roses, a dinner and an expensive ring.
France had been unprepared and surprised himself - nearly too much because Germany was almost close to suffering brain damage again - before he had not answered but jumped the other nation, knocking them on the ground while the table with their food shook dangerously.
His kiss had been enough for Germany (who was smiling like France had never seen him smile) and at that evening they had easily reached the thirty and over the next week the fifty.
History
[To understand this, pay Wiki a short visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treaty_of_verdun The card is what Germany is talking about here. The second and the third point under the introduction text are hinted at in the ff :) ]
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“Weird, huh?” Germany says in a quiet voice, almost a bit sad.
“Do you remember being one empire and living together?”
His fingers map out the boarders of a funny coloured chart he has on his knees, found while reading some of his old history books.
France turns a little in his lap and looks up, studies Germany’s discovery with mild interest.
“I remember chaos and wars in my childhood but I don’t think I can recall ever living with you in a house, chéri.”
Germany sighs, maps out France and then his own nation on the card and hums slightly.
“Must have been difficult to keep together such a big land.”
A snicker makes him look down at France.
“What?”
France whips at his eyes, still a grin on his face.
“The first thing you think of when seeing such a giant empire is about order, naturally.”
Germany shrugs and eyes the boarder lines interested while his ears turn red, although only a bit. “Well, if I think about our chaotic living style now, I can only assume what that would have been like with us as kids.”
At that France bursts out into a fit of laughter and nearly rolls from Germany’s lap down on the floor if the other hadn’t been so alert as to put an arm around France.
After some time (France is thankfully breathing normally again) a hand reaches up and ruffles through his hair.
Germany blinks and looks down where blue orbs meet their counterpart.
“That would have been nice, wouldn’t it?” Is France’s simple question, accompanied by a smile that makes Germany hold his breath for a second and lets his heart beat faster.
He smiles back - surely not as breathtaking as France - but it’s an open, a true smile blooming from deep within him.
“Yeah, definitely.”
A.N.: Second drabble dump. Some may not be so good since I'm currently trying different methods to test what is best for my writing style. Comments would be loved!
Kitchen
It had been a fight to break through the tradition of meals with either potatoes or sausages, but he had never stopped to dish French food after French food until they allowed him to cook more often for them.
What he couldn’t stop was to not get involved with their cuisine.
As much as he denied it when they asked him, he had to admit to himself that he started to like certain sausages and some of their ways to prepare potatoes too much for his liking.
Household
Germany cleaned and repaired (both with an intensity which didn’t stand behind his sense for military order).
France cooked and looked after the clothes (which he loved to do, seeing that he had the power to choose new suits for his men).
And East Germany? Well, he slept long, ate what was dished, sometimes watched his brother while he was repairing something or gave him orders where to clean, bothered France until he was banished to his room or left the house early to go stalking other nations.
Still, it worked perfectly.
Touch
The first kiss had been awkward.
Germany had pulled back too soon, embarrassment written all over his face and lowered eyes to hide his bright blush as well as possible.
France himself wasn’t sure what to think or feel. The other was still foreign and had become a friend only recently. So it was no wonder he saw more an enemy than a potential lover in his new ally.
Well, they certainly had to work on that.
The second had been France’s initiative - again.
This time, Germany hadn’t pulled back as if something had burned him.
After the surprise had vanished of being pulled over and getting lips pressed against his, he had stayed passive, unsure how he should to react.
But the aloofness and uncertainty his body language showed practically screamed at France to keep the contact short. What he did.
The third and fourth had been as a greeting and saying goodbye, fast passed between open doors and the short break both had before the next meetings began.
The fifth happened because both were actually happy to see each other.
It didn’t give off unfamiliar vibes anymore but a friendly calmness which lured them in as long as the touch of their lips against each other lasted.
France grinned for the first time while Germany had a small smile on his face.
The six had been a sudden decision - again France’s idea.
Briefly after a conference, he had walked up to Germany who was sorting his papers and waited until the other caught his presence.
He didn’t have to say anything; a knowing expression flitted over the German’s face as he leant forward over the table, putting his writings aside.
Grinning himself, France had pulled a little at the other’s tie to get him closer before he raised his head to press a short and welcomed kiss on waiting lips.
The seventh and eight were also greeting kisses, given and received in hectic and a little annoyance, albeit not between them.
The ninth was a show-off in front of England, still all France’s actions.
The confused and betrayed gaze Germany had given him only seconds after he had discovered why he was abruptly pulled down in a kiss gave France a guilty conscience for a whole week until he showed up at Germany’s house to apologize with a cooked dinner only for him.
The tenth and eleventh had gained some of the uncertainty of the beginning back, obviously a sign that Germany attached great importance to faithfulness in a relationship and wasn’t someone who forgot easily.
Nonetheless, he didn’t shy away from France’s touch anymore.
The twelve did hit France totally unprepared.
Germany had leaned down in a swift movement and finished giving him a short but soft kiss before France could even properly close his mouth.
Agape, he could only watch how the other nation wandered of into the meeting room, leaving France standing shocked and pleased at the same time next to the door.
The thirteen was during lunch, on a sunny day outside in a park.
Both sat on a bench and were eating ice cream with Italy as France had noticed the little leftover of ice cream on Germany’s lips, visible only when you looked closely.
Without thinking or asking, he had gripped the other’s hand to stop him and then lifted his neck to reach up and give a good lick with a followed kiss to the astonished nation.
Italy’s questions afterwards, Germany’s constant blush and he avoiding France the whole day kept France’s mood down even though he really had liked the kissing part.
The fourteen and fifteen were a bit more private.
They were exchanged between closed doors and in empty bureaus and left Germany and even France breathless for a moment.
When they saw each other the next day, France was thrilled to be at the receiving end of longingly gazes which he noticed here and there all through the political discussion they both attended.
The sixteen, seventeen and eighteen all were passed after conferences, mostly in secluded corners or one time in a bath room to not achieve unwanted attention of other nations - or almost worse, their bosses.
Those kisses gained in depth as France found it to be at least time to teach Germany how a real English kiss was done.
At the same time their body language changed into more meaningful gestures like a soft pat on the shoulder, intertwined hands or gentle looks they gave each other.
The nineteen was quite spectacular since they were in public and watched by other nations.
It should have been a simple greeting like they often did when meeting each other after a long week without having conferences together.
But need had taken over and before France could realize what was going on, Germany was possessively invading his mouth while caging him in his chair.
Later on, England had eyed him angrily, America had given them the thumbs up and the whole EU members had spoken behind their backs, talking about a new wave of political measures which were bound to come.
But all this didn’t distract France in the least from planning his revenge on Germany.
The twenty was a special one neither of them would ever forget.
Germany had proposed on that day, all going out and nervous with red roses, a dinner and an expensive ring.
France had been unprepared and surprised himself - nearly too much because Germany was almost close to suffering brain damage again - before he had not answered but jumped the other nation, knocking them on the ground while the table with their food shook dangerously.
His kiss had been enough for Germany (who was smiling like France had never seen him smile) and at that evening they had easily reached the thirty and over the next week the fifty.
History
[To understand this, pay Wiki a short visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treaty_of_verdun The card is what Germany is talking about here. The second and the third point under the introduction text are hinted at in the ff :) ]
-
“Weird, huh?” Germany says in a quiet voice, almost a bit sad.
“Do you remember being one empire and living together?”
His fingers map out the boarders of a funny coloured chart he has on his knees, found while reading some of his old history books.
France turns a little in his lap and looks up, studies Germany’s discovery with mild interest.
“I remember chaos and wars in my childhood but I don’t think I can recall ever living with you in a house, chéri.”
Germany sighs, maps out France and then his own nation on the card and hums slightly.
“Must have been difficult to keep together such a big land.”
A snicker makes him look down at France.
“What?”
France whips at his eyes, still a grin on his face.
“The first thing you think of when seeing such a giant empire is about order, naturally.”
Germany shrugs and eyes the boarder lines interested while his ears turn red, although only a bit. “Well, if I think about our chaotic living style now, I can only assume what that would have been like with us as kids.”
At that France bursts out into a fit of laughter and nearly rolls from Germany’s lap down on the floor if the other hadn’t been so alert as to put an arm around France.
After some time (France is thankfully breathing normally again) a hand reaches up and ruffles through his hair.
Germany blinks and looks down where blue orbs meet their counterpart.
“That would have been nice, wouldn’t it?” Is France’s simple question, accompanied by a smile that makes Germany hold his breath for a second and lets his heart beat faster.
He smiles back - surely not as breathtaking as France - but it’s an open, a true smile blooming from deep within him.
“Yeah, definitely.”