Re: The uselessness of a net with holes [1b/?]
anonymous
October 25 2010, 23:00:35 UTC
Alfred immediately hurried over to the other side of the living room, to turn the lights off - after all, he didn’t want to be caught being a peeping Tom - before he rushed back to the window. Good, he didn’t miss anything. His neighbor was a squeamishly orderly man, who folded every single piece of clothing. That was exactly what he did just now, before finally moving on to the trousers.
Alfred hummed some carefully placed “Hmhm”’s and “definitely”’s into the telephone, while watching the blond man strip from his pants and boxers.
As before mentioned, his neighbor was a very average man. He wasn’t very tall nor muscular, but still slender and he had a pale skin tone, that usually didn’t look good on many men. What made him so desirable for Alfred was simply the fact that he was there. So near. Naked. And still so far.
A disappointed sound escaped his lips, when the stranger escaped from his view, by entering the bathroom to take a shower. Alfred didn’t wait in front of the window to watch him come out of the shower. He already knew the man would be wrapped in the largest and most shapeless towel ever and the lights would soon after be turned off.
Instead, he decided to pay attention to his phonecall again. “So you’re coming!,” he happily sang and interrupted whatever Vash was complaining about just now. “Yeah yeah”, came the expected, somewhat annoyed response. “But don’t forget to keep your promises! I want that month’s supply of original Swiss chocolate and cheese, at least one gun - I’m not going to walk around in New York without one of those and since I can’t bring one of my own Schätzchen, I’m gonna need to borrow one of yours. Also, I need something to shoot you in the hand if you’d dare try again to grope me…”
“I apologized for that. At least one thousand times,” Alfred interrupted, scandalized. Then he paused. “Wait a minute! When did I make those promises?“ Vash’s grin was audible even through the phone line. “Just now.” It took Alfred a moment to understand what he just heard. “… You noticed I wasn’t paying attention anymore?” “What are you talking about, my dear friend? You accepted all my conditions without hesitating, because you’re such a kind-hearted person, isn’t that right?” “You sneaky Swiss!,” the American cursed. “I’ve got everything on tape.” “Damn you!” “By the way, did you catch that part about me not going to stay in some stinky, overly expensive hotel room? I’m gonna live with you. You do have a free room anyways, as far as I recall”, Vash continued and Alfred decided, he would call his friend “sneaky Swiss” for his entire stay, until he remembered something. “Ah - hold on! You can’t stay here. I’ve got a flatmate now.“ „Someone voluntarily came to live with you?”, Vash asked and much to Alfreds dismay, he actually sounded somewhat surprised. “He’s got to be old and fat if you didn’t try to grope him till now.” “No, he’s actually quite sexy. But he’d probably rip both of my hands out with his own teeth, if I tried anything. He’s got that mean glint in his eye. Also, I kinda suspect him to have relations with the mafia… but I shouldn’t think about that too much, because I’m pretty sure that would spoil my appetite for his awesome cakes.” “Sounds lovely”, deadpanned Vash. “But all that’s no problem, because you really like to sleep on the couch.”
Alfred gave an extra loud and annoyed groan, to make his opinion of all of that known to Vash. But at the same time he knew, he couldn’t say no to the blonde. Especially if he didn’t want to be bothered with some creepy chain letters that said he was going to live in Warsaw, if he didn’t send it to at least 20 of his friends. Feliks, Vash’s only other friend, was rather imaginative when it came to vengeful pranks.
“You’re the worst friend ever”, he sighed, complying at the same time. Vash didn’t laugh very much, but when he did, it had the power to open people’s hearts. Even Alfred noticed how his grumpiness vanished at the golden sound coming through the mobile phone. “That, mein Lieber, is entirely your own damn fault.”
Re: The uselessness of a net with holes [1b/?]
anonymous
October 25 2010, 23:03:33 UTC
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Alfred just put the phone back into his pocket, when he heard the front door opening and his roommate stomped into the room with heavy steps. He probably came from visiting his brother, because he usually didn’t return home that late. “Stupid, damn city. Way too cold. Can’t stand that…“ Alfred beamed, when he heard Lovino curse under his breath.
„Come to me, I can warm you”, he informed the Italian loudly, just to be drowned by a flood of curse words. Lovino stomped into the living room, after removing coat and shoes, causing Alfred to give a wide grin. “Your face is all red! That’s so cuuuuuute!” The dripping nose and red cheeks didn’t keep Lovino from throwing him a very convincing death glare, when Alfred dared to approach him with that big smile and lay both of his hands on the Italians cheeks, to warm them. He earned himself a head-butt from hell.
“Ow! What was that for?”, he complained, looking up at Lovino with a pout. He had to look up, because the impact of the head-butt sent him falling over the couch. “You just remembered me of someone I can’t stand, dammit!,” Lovino cursed, making his way to the kitchen. “That’s not very hard”, Alfred yelled after him, “considering you can’t stand me.” “And that’s why it was even twice as bad, asshole”, came the answer from the kitchen. “Hey!”
That last exclamation sounded pretty urgent and even Alfred realized that it wasn’t a good sign. He quickly jumped from the couch and rushed over to the kitchen, where he found his roommate in front of an open cupboard. “What’s wrong?” When Lovino turned around, his face had changed into a mask of conscientiously suppressed anger, that wasn’t really suppressed at all and made Alfred back away a few steps out of foresight. “Didn’t you say you would do the groceries today?” “But I did do that!,” Alfred defended himself. Still, he thought it was better to back away some more.
Oh. Now, Lovinos dangerous aura even surpassed that Russian Hot-Dog-Seller’s in front of his work place, from whom most people only bought their lunch, because they were afraid to be the next ingredient if they didn’t. Just like the Russian, Lovinos face now displayed a creepy smile, even though his didn’t look so sweet, but more like tetanus. It was called risa sardonica. He remembered, because a friend of his named two of his brothers dogs like that.
Lovino spoke again. “So, you thought it would be a good idea, of all things to forget, not to buy the pasta?” Oh. Oh! Crap. “Ahahahahahahahaha”, he laughed. „I must have put it in the wrong cupboard. Try the one to your right; it should be somewhere in there.”
As soon as Lovino turned his back on him to check the other cupboard, Alfred ran as fast as he could, picked his coat and a pair of boots off the floor and stormed out of the front door. He was going to have to spend the next two days with Gilbert. He really began to wonder, when exactly he was going to be able to break the news to his violent roomie. He wasn’t going to be happy about having to live with a short-tempered, trigger-happy Swiss for over a month.
Those two together would probably result in at least one dead body and a lot of broken designerware.
Notes on chapter 1
anonymous
October 25 2010, 23:16:38 UTC
Damn! I'm sorry, I always mess up with the titels. Of course, that last part was [1c/?] dammit.
I'm gonna move to the past-part-fills next chapter and will just leave you the link.
So, this is gonna be... a long thing. I don't know if it shows, but I'm actually writing the whole thing in German and I have quite a hard time translating it all.. I really hope I'm not making too many mistakes. If so, please tell me! Basically, what I wanna say with this is: It may take me some time, since I'm practically writing the whole thing twice.
So, I will try to somehow give as many hetalia-characters as possible at least one little appearance. Some of them play some bigger roles, but you probably already figured that one out ;) And I'm really sorry for having so many German-speaking countries in the lead, but it's just easier for me, because I know them so well (also, I can make them talk German once in a while xD I also speak French and a little bit of Spanish, so those languages might appear too. And the really basic Japanese terms).
Now, for the translations:
Schätzchen - little treasures (it's actually a pet name you give to your beloved ones) Mein Lieber - my dear (but a little more manly xD)
As for risa sardonica... try and google yourself some pictures... if you're brave xD
Alfred hummed some carefully placed “Hmhm”’s and “definitely”’s into the telephone, while watching the blond man strip from his pants and boxers.
As before mentioned, his neighbor was a very average man. He wasn’t very tall nor muscular, but still slender and he had a pale skin tone, that usually didn’t look good on many men.
What made him so desirable for Alfred was simply the fact that he was there. So near. Naked. And still so far.
A disappointed sound escaped his lips, when the stranger escaped from his view, by entering the bathroom to take a shower. Alfred didn’t wait in front of the window to watch him come out of the shower. He already knew the man would be wrapped in the largest and most shapeless towel ever and the lights would soon after be turned off.
Instead, he decided to pay attention to his phonecall again.
“So you’re coming!,” he happily sang and interrupted whatever Vash was complaining about just now.
“Yeah yeah”, came the expected, somewhat annoyed response. “But don’t forget to keep your promises! I want that month’s supply of original Swiss chocolate and cheese, at least one gun - I’m not going to walk around in New York without one of those and since I can’t bring one of my own Schätzchen, I’m gonna need to borrow one of yours. Also, I need something to shoot you in the hand if you’d dare try again to grope me…”
“I apologized for that. At least one thousand times,” Alfred interrupted, scandalized. Then he paused.
“Wait a minute! When did I make those promises?“
Vash’s grin was audible even through the phone line. “Just now.”
It took Alfred a moment to understand what he just heard. “… You noticed I wasn’t paying attention anymore?”
“What are you talking about, my dear friend? You accepted all my conditions without hesitating, because you’re such a kind-hearted person, isn’t that right?”
“You sneaky Swiss!,” the American cursed.
“I’ve got everything on tape.”
“Damn you!”
“By the way, did you catch that part about me not going to stay in some stinky, overly expensive hotel room? I’m gonna live with you. You do have a free room anyways, as far as I recall”, Vash continued and Alfred decided, he would call his friend “sneaky Swiss” for his entire stay, until he remembered something.
“Ah - hold on! You can’t stay here. I’ve got a flatmate now.“
„Someone voluntarily came to live with you?”, Vash asked and much to Alfreds dismay, he actually sounded somewhat surprised. “He’s got to be old and fat if you didn’t try to grope him till now.”
“No, he’s actually quite sexy. But he’d probably rip both of my hands out with his own teeth, if I tried anything. He’s got that mean glint in his eye. Also, I kinda suspect him to have relations with the mafia… but I shouldn’t think about that too much, because I’m pretty sure that would spoil my appetite for his awesome cakes.”
“Sounds lovely”, deadpanned Vash. “But all that’s no problem, because you really like to sleep on the couch.”
Alfred gave an extra loud and annoyed groan, to make his opinion of all of that known to Vash. But at the same time he knew, he couldn’t say no to the blonde. Especially if he didn’t want to be bothered with some creepy chain letters that said he was going to live in Warsaw, if he didn’t send it to at least 20 of his friends.
Feliks, Vash’s only other friend, was rather imaginative when it came to vengeful pranks.
“You’re the worst friend ever”, he sighed, complying at the same time.
Vash didn’t laugh very much, but when he did, it had the power to open people’s hearts. Even Alfred noticed how his grumpiness vanished at the golden sound coming through the mobile phone.
“That, mein Lieber, is entirely your own damn fault.”
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Alfred just put the phone back into his pocket, when he heard the front door opening and his roommate stomped into the room with heavy steps. He probably came from visiting his brother, because he usually didn’t return home that late.
“Stupid, damn city. Way too cold. Can’t stand that…“ Alfred beamed, when he heard Lovino curse under his breath.
„Come to me, I can warm you”, he informed the Italian loudly, just to be drowned by a flood of curse words. Lovino stomped into the living room, after removing coat and shoes, causing Alfred to give a wide grin.
“Your face is all red! That’s so cuuuuuute!”
The dripping nose and red cheeks didn’t keep Lovino from throwing him a very convincing death glare, when Alfred dared to approach him with that big smile and lay both of his hands on the Italians cheeks, to warm them. He earned himself a head-butt from hell.
“Ow! What was that for?”, he complained, looking up at Lovino with a pout. He had to look up, because the impact of the head-butt sent him falling over the couch.
“You just remembered me of someone I can’t stand, dammit!,” Lovino cursed, making his way to the kitchen.
“That’s not very hard”, Alfred yelled after him, “considering you can’t stand me.”
“And that’s why it was even twice as bad, asshole”, came the answer from the kitchen. “Hey!”
That last exclamation sounded pretty urgent and even Alfred realized that it wasn’t a good sign. He quickly jumped from the couch and rushed over to the kitchen, where he found his roommate in front of an open cupboard.
“What’s wrong?”
When Lovino turned around, his face had changed into a mask of conscientiously suppressed anger, that wasn’t really suppressed at all and made Alfred back away a few steps out of foresight.
“Didn’t you say you would do the groceries today?”
“But I did do that!,” Alfred defended himself. Still, he thought it was better to back away some more.
Oh. Now, Lovinos dangerous aura even surpassed that Russian Hot-Dog-Seller’s in front of his work place, from whom most people only bought their lunch, because they were afraid to be the next ingredient if they didn’t. Just like the Russian, Lovinos face now displayed a creepy smile, even though his didn’t look so sweet, but more like tetanus. It was called risa sardonica. He remembered, because a friend of his named two of his brothers dogs like that.
Lovino spoke again.
“So, you thought it would be a good idea, of all things to forget, not to buy the pasta?”
Oh. Oh! Crap.
“Ahahahahahahahaha”, he laughed. „I must have put it in the wrong cupboard. Try the one to your right; it should be somewhere in there.”
As soon as Lovino turned his back on him to check the other cupboard, Alfred ran as fast as he could, picked his coat and a pair of boots off the floor and stormed out of the front door. He was going to have to spend the next two days with Gilbert.
He really began to wonder, when exactly he was going to be able to break the news to his violent roomie. He wasn’t going to be happy about having to live with a short-tempered, trigger-happy Swiss for over a month.
Those two together would probably result in at least one dead body and a lot of broken designerware.
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I'm gonna move to the past-part-fills next chapter and will just leave you the link.
So, this is gonna be... a long thing. I don't know if it shows, but I'm actually writing the whole thing in German and I have quite a hard time translating it all.. I really hope I'm not making too many mistakes. If so, please tell me!
Basically, what I wanna say with this is: It may take me some time, since I'm practically writing the whole thing twice.
So, I will try to somehow give as many hetalia-characters as possible at least one little appearance. Some of them play some bigger roles, but you probably already figured that one out ;) And I'm really sorry for having so many German-speaking countries in the lead, but it's just easier for me, because I know them so well (also, I can make them talk German once in a while xD I also speak French and a little bit of Spanish, so those languages might appear too. And the really basic Japanese terms).
Now, for the translations:
Schätzchen - little treasures (it's actually a pet name you give to your beloved ones)
Mein Lieber - my dear (but a little more manly xD)
As for risa sardonica... try and google yourself some pictures... if you're brave xD
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