The break-up conspiracy (1/?)
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September 12 2009, 00:19:16 UTC
This was certainly awkward; Gilbert thought to himself as he stared across the room at the incredibly irritated blond that was currently locked with him in the stuffy storage room. The whole situation was odd; everything from who he was with to how he had gotten there. It was all just so. . .so. . .incredibly unawesome.
He could not help but remember exactly how things had gotten here. Then again it had only been five weeks ago that this had all started.
~Three weeks ago~
“That god damned pompous, arrogant, prissy noble.” Gilbert muttered as he watched his favourite lady and least favourite man walk through one of the many gardens in Mr. Prissy-pant’s home. Lowering his binoculars he stuck his tongue out in that direction and lowered himself back to the bushes he was using for camouflage and began to head to where he knew the two would end up; the fountain at the centre of the garden.
He watched in disgust as HIS woman leaned into that snobby aristocrat and kissed him in front of the fountain. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. Most of all he wanted to run over there and beat that stuck up loser black and blue with Elizaveta’s, currently hidden, frying pan. That would show him, and maybe it would show Elizaveta that he was so much better than her wussy ex-husband.
Gilbert didn’t even understand why she stayed with him after all he had done to her! She was once a proud warrior, even Sadiq had respected her strength, and after that . . . hoity toity dumbass got a hold of her, she was all girly and a house servant! The memory just made his blood boil.
Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed something in the bushes on the other side of his targets; it looked to be a head of blond hair. He pulled his binoculars up again and focused on the figure in the distance. When he got a clearer picture of whom it was he couldn’t help but frown. What the Hell was that gun totting lunatic doing here spying on his gi-. . .wait hadn’t Vash and that pansified loser lived together? Maybe that’s who the Swiss was watching, because it better not be his girl.
Maybe. . .just maybe he could some how get Vash to work with him to break Eli and Mr. prim and proper broken up. That plan in mind he began to make his way slowly around to where the Swiss was so as not to get noticed by the couple by the fountain.
Ten minutes and some amazingly awesome ninja skills later, Kiku may be odd but ninjas rocked, and he had made it over to the nation still currently hiding in the bushes. “Psst!” He hissed when he got there to get the other’s attention. He was met with a gun to the face. “Whoa, whoa! Take it easy, I’m here to make a proposition with you?”
The gun was not lowered. “And just what sort of proposition is that?”
“Well I want my girl Eli back and you are obviously still pinning after si- Rodderich so I want to work with you to break them up.”
“That is rather sudden considering you do not know that this is exactly what I want.” The Swiss asked him in a clipped tone, although the gun did get lowered much to Gilbert’s relief.
Grinning he pointed at the two nations that were currently making their way out of the garden. “If you didn’t still want him you wouldn’t be here.” His grin widened when the other said nothing. “If we break them up we both get what we want. It’ll be a ‘you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours kind of deal.’”
He watched as Vash thought it over, saw the confliction in his face. If he was anything like Gilbert he knew what he wanted but at the same time he didn’t really want for his love interest to get hurt, at least not much. Then again in Gilbert’s mind comforting Elizeveta would be so much sweeter knowing that highbrow was the one she’d be blaming for her pain.
“Fine. . .but if Rodderich gets hurt you die.” The blond threatened, raising the gun to aim it at him again.
“Right, right.” He said with a nervous laugh as he stretched out his hand to shake hands with the Swiss. “So how’re we going to go about this?”
Vash shook his head. “We can’t plan here it is too open.” Motioning for Gilbert to follow he headed out of the garden.
Shaking his head at that Gilbert sighed and with one glance back toward his lady love followed after Vash so that they could go and start making plans.
He could not help but remember exactly how things had gotten here. Then again it had only been five weeks ago that this had all started.
~Three weeks ago~
“That god damned pompous, arrogant, prissy noble.” Gilbert muttered as he watched his favourite lady and least favourite man walk through one of the many gardens in Mr. Prissy-pant’s home. Lowering his binoculars he stuck his tongue out in that direction and lowered himself back to the bushes he was using for camouflage and began to head to where he knew the two would end up; the fountain at the centre of the garden.
He watched in disgust as HIS woman leaned into that snobby aristocrat and kissed him in front of the fountain. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. Most of all he wanted to run over there and beat that stuck up loser black and blue with Elizaveta’s, currently hidden, frying pan. That would show him, and maybe it would show Elizaveta that he was so much better than her wussy ex-husband.
Gilbert didn’t even understand why she stayed with him after all he had done to her! She was once a proud warrior, even Sadiq had respected her strength, and after that . . . hoity toity dumbass got a hold of her, she was all girly and a house servant! The memory just made his blood boil.
Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed something in the bushes on the other side of his targets; it looked to be a head of blond hair. He pulled his binoculars up again and focused on the figure in the distance. When he got a clearer picture of whom it was he couldn’t help but frown. What the Hell was that gun totting lunatic doing here spying on his gi-. . .wait hadn’t Vash and that pansified loser lived together? Maybe that’s who the Swiss was watching, because it better not be his girl.
Maybe. . .just maybe he could some how get Vash to work with him to break Eli and Mr. prim and proper broken up. That plan in mind he began to make his way slowly around to where the Swiss was so as not to get noticed by the couple by the fountain.
Ten minutes and some amazingly awesome ninja skills later, Kiku may be odd but ninjas rocked, and he had made it over to the nation still currently hiding in the bushes. “Psst!” He hissed when he got there to get the other’s attention. He was met with a gun to the face. “Whoa, whoa! Take it easy, I’m here to make a proposition with you?”
The gun was not lowered. “And just what sort of proposition is that?”
“Well I want my girl Eli back and you are obviously still pinning after si- Rodderich so I want to work with you to break them up.”
“That is rather sudden considering you do not know that this is exactly what I want.” The Swiss asked him in a clipped tone, although the gun did get lowered much to Gilbert’s relief.
Grinning he pointed at the two nations that were currently making their way out of the garden. “If you didn’t still want him you wouldn’t be here.” His grin widened when the other said nothing. “If we break them up we both get what we want. It’ll be a ‘you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours kind of deal.’”
He watched as Vash thought it over, saw the confliction in his face. If he was anything like Gilbert he knew what he wanted but at the same time he didn’t really want for his love interest to get hurt, at least not much. Then again in Gilbert’s mind comforting Elizeveta would be so much sweeter knowing that highbrow was the one she’d be blaming for her pain.
“Fine. . .but if Rodderich gets hurt you die.” The blond threatened, raising the gun to aim it at him again.
“Right, right.” He said with a nervous laugh as he stretched out his hand to shake hands with the Swiss. “So how’re we going to go about this?”
Vash shook his head. “We can’t plan here it is too open.” Motioning for Gilbert to follow he headed out of the garden.
Shaking his head at that Gilbert sighed and with one glance back toward his lady love followed after Vash so that they could go and start making plans.
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Yes. Yes, it is.
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