❝i want your love; i don't want to be friends❞
Title: a wedding dance
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Words: ~850
Characters: Hungary ; Prussia ; Austria (Prussia/Hungary/Austria)
Rating: PG
Warnings: kisses ; random style and capitilization
Summary: Written for peekaydee's birthday. Even though it’s Austria and Hungary’s wedding day, Prussia claims just once dance with the bride.
a wedding dance
she is just finishing her first dance in her husband’s arms when someone taps him on the shoulder and asks, so classically, so nonchalantly, may i cut in?
her husband’s face stiffens for a moment, but then he relaxes. because isn’t that his ring on her finger? and doesn’t she belong to him, now, not this stranger, cutting in? so he merely reaches forward to kiss her possessively on one cheek and then passes her over, of course; everyone wants to dance with the bride today.
she’s not quite sure what to make of all this. she didn’t even know that he was coming today, to her wedding. so what else can she do, but extend her hand towards him, and will her heart to stop fluttering as he takes it, and then places one hand on the small of her back? she can’t stop from leaning up to whisper in his ear. i’m glad you came-this day wouldn’t be complete without you.
maybe he’s bribed the musicians, because suddenly they are twirling in time to a dizzying tune, one far too fast and jarring to be a welcome part of a wedding. in heeled shoes she’s not used to wearing, she feels as though she’ll trip and fall, rip her expensive silk-and-lace dress. but he holds her firm, one hand on the small of her back, the other lifting her hand, their fingers intertwined. he gives her that brash, reassuring, ironic smile. i wouldn’t have missed it for the world. you’re my best girl, after all.
the color of weddings is white, but suddenly her face goes pink as the blush rises in her cheeks. instinctively, she wants to yell, wants to hit, wants to hurt. she’s always been so aggressive, so distinctly unladylike. she feels the need to hide those parts of herself, in order to please her husband. but with the man she’s dancing with now? never. he cherished those parts of her. i can’t be your best girl anymore. you know that.
his hair is the color of the sun’s glint on steel; his eyes are the color of blood. he’s dressed in a stark black tuxedo, a crimson blossom tucked into his front pocket. she’s never seen him dressed so formally; she’s never felt the need to. but suddenly he places both hands on her waist and lifts her high in the air, so that she feels, for a moment, like she’s flying. no matter who you belong to, you’ll always be mine.
when they had been quite small, he had dared her to jump off the highest tower of the castle. she’d been frightened, but too stubborn to back down. without his help or company, she’d climbed to the highest tower and thrown herself off. it wasn’t until she’d finally feared the fall that she realized he was waiting at the bottom to catch her. why did you ask me to jump, that day?
now, back in the present, as the music reaches its climax, he pulls her to him and clutches her tightly against his chest. her whispered question floats on the air between them, suddenly making the distance between them seem very, very small. then he throws back his head and laughs. who knows? maybe it was to test our immortality.
immortality seems far away today. everything they are doing is so human: the photographs, the crying relatives, the white dress…the wanting to fall in love. immortals shouldn’t need this sort of companionship, and yet she accepted her husband’s offer without a second thought. is that why you caught me, then? because you knew we weren’t really immortal?
tears as pure as the crystals in the chandelier hanging above them suddenly run down her cheeks. she looks at the golden band encircling her finger and it suddenly seems less like a ring and more like a shackle. before her breath can hitch on a sob, however, he presses their lips together in a kiss. and when he silently mouths his next words, she can read his lips. you know why i caught you. for the same reason i’m here, today.
she wants to answer him, but suddenly their time is up. seeing that stolen kiss, her husband has returned, fury contorting his countenance. he separates them roughly, looking down his nose at his rival. i think you’ve caused enough of a scene for one day, don’t you?
he-her best friend, her first love-tosses his head back and laughs. and laughs and laughs and laughs. you haven’t seen anything yet, priss. just look at who you’ve married.
her husband scoffs and takes her by the hand; her best friend walks away with his hands in his pockets, not holding onto anything. and she? she allows herself to be led into another dance, a slower one-a viennese waltz. and when she whispers her next words, not even she is sure whether they are addressed to the man she’s dancing with, or the one who just walked away. i love you.
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Words: ~850
Characters: Hungary ; Prussia ; Austria (Prussia/Hungary/Austria)
Rating: PG
Warnings: kisses ; random style and capitilization
Summary: Written for peekaydee's birthday. Even though it’s Austria and Hungary’s wedding day, Prussia claims just once dance with the bride.
a wedding dance
she is just finishing her first dance in her husband’s arms when someone taps him on the shoulder and asks, so classically, so nonchalantly, may i cut in?
her husband’s face stiffens for a moment, but then he relaxes. because isn’t that his ring on her finger? and doesn’t she belong to him, now, not this stranger, cutting in? so he merely reaches forward to kiss her possessively on one cheek and then passes her over, of course; everyone wants to dance with the bride today.
she’s not quite sure what to make of all this. she didn’t even know that he was coming today, to her wedding. so what else can she do, but extend her hand towards him, and will her heart to stop fluttering as he takes it, and then places one hand on the small of her back? she can’t stop from leaning up to whisper in his ear. i’m glad you came-this day wouldn’t be complete without you.
maybe he’s bribed the musicians, because suddenly they are twirling in time to a dizzying tune, one far too fast and jarring to be a welcome part of a wedding. in heeled shoes she’s not used to wearing, she feels as though she’ll trip and fall, rip her expensive silk-and-lace dress. but he holds her firm, one hand on the small of her back, the other lifting her hand, their fingers intertwined. he gives her that brash, reassuring, ironic smile. i wouldn’t have missed it for the world. you’re my best girl, after all.
the color of weddings is white, but suddenly her face goes pink as the blush rises in her cheeks. instinctively, she wants to yell, wants to hit, wants to hurt. she’s always been so aggressive, so distinctly unladylike. she feels the need to hide those parts of herself, in order to please her husband. but with the man she’s dancing with now? never. he cherished those parts of her. i can’t be your best girl anymore. you know that.
his hair is the color of the sun’s glint on steel; his eyes are the color of blood. he’s dressed in a stark black tuxedo, a crimson blossom tucked into his front pocket. she’s never seen him dressed so formally; she’s never felt the need to. but suddenly he places both hands on her waist and lifts her high in the air, so that she feels, for a moment, like she’s flying. no matter who you belong to, you’ll always be mine.
when they had been quite small, he had dared her to jump off the highest tower of the castle. she’d been frightened, but too stubborn to back down. without his help or company, she’d climbed to the highest tower and thrown herself off. it wasn’t until she’d finally feared the fall that she realized he was waiting at the bottom to catch her. why did you ask me to jump, that day?
now, back in the present, as the music reaches its climax, he pulls her to him and clutches her tightly against his chest. her whispered question floats on the air between them, suddenly making the distance between them seem very, very small. then he throws back his head and laughs. who knows? maybe it was to test our immortality.
immortality seems far away today. everything they are doing is so human: the photographs, the crying relatives, the white dress…the wanting to fall in love. immortals shouldn’t need this sort of companionship, and yet she accepted her husband’s offer without a second thought. is that why you caught me, then? because you knew we weren’t really immortal?
tears as pure as the crystals in the chandelier hanging above them suddenly run down her cheeks. she looks at the golden band encircling her finger and it suddenly seems less like a ring and more like a shackle. before her breath can hitch on a sob, however, he presses their lips together in a kiss. and when he silently mouths his next words, she can read his lips. you know why i caught you. for the same reason i’m here, today.
she wants to answer him, but suddenly their time is up. seeing that stolen kiss, her husband has returned, fury contorting his countenance. he separates them roughly, looking down his nose at his rival. i think you’ve caused enough of a scene for one day, don’t you?
he-her best friend, her first love-tosses his head back and laughs. and laughs and laughs and laughs. you haven’t seen anything yet, priss. just look at who you’ve married.
her husband scoffs and takes her by the hand; her best friend walks away with his hands in his pockets, not holding onto anything. and she? she allows herself to be led into another dance, a slower one-a viennese waltz. and when she whispers her next words, not even she is sure whether they are addressed to the man she’s dancing with, or the one who just walked away. i love you.