That's What You Get [3b/?]
anonymous
February 15 2010, 10:26:30 UTC
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"Hey Ludwig!" Francis greeted, while Antonio was noisily dragging a protesting Gilbert up the stairs, stopping only to give a quick wave. "How are you? Oh, don't bother making dinner for your brother, he's got a hot date tonight!"
Ludwig blinked in confusion. "Date?"
Francis checked his watch. "Oops, look at the time. We need to get him ready!" The senior rushed upstairs and into Gilbert's room.
Shaking his head, Ludwig followed after him and knocked on the door. "Gilbert?" he called out. "Are you sure you don't want any dinner-"
"Stop it or I’ll fucking knock you out!"
Ludwig froze. That was Gilbert's voice.
"Antonio, hold his arms! That's it, keep him still!"
"Hey, get off me! Francis, don't you dare touch me there - aaaaah!"
The mental klaxons in Ludwig's head made loud WHOOP WHOOP noises, and he wisely backed away from the door, shuddering as he went back downstairs and into the kitchen. Yes, Gilbert probably did not want dinner, like Francis said. Just concentrate on that. Try not think or imagine what on earth Antonio and Francis were doing to him in that room. No dinner for Gilbert. Focus on that.
He managed to do so for roughly twenty minutes or so before he decided, oh screw it, he needed to get back up there; what if those two idiots were really molesting his brother or something?
He heard muffled sounds of scuffling and shouts of, "Stop squirming!" and "Gilbert, you'll ruin all the work I did on your hair!" He was about to kick the door open when Antonio opened it.
"Ta-da!" he announced with a big grin.
Gilbert was sitting on his bed, a scowl on his face. His hair was not the messy mop of platinum blond Ludwig was accustomed to seeing. Instead it was artfully styled into a seemingly careless, effortlessly tousled yet sexy look that Ludwig had only seen on stars on TV and knew was almost impossible to create without hiring a very expensive hairstylist - or in this case, having Francis as a friend.
And Gilbert's clothes - well, they were all indeed Gilbert's, but Ludwig had never seen his brother wearing them in that combination before. Black jeans, white dress shirt - the Iron Cross Gilbert insisted on wearing wherever he went stood out nicely against the white hue - and that jacket; his brother looked more than just presentable, he looked... looked...
"Gilbert, you... you actually look nice," Ludwig blurted.
Francis clapped his hands in delight. "See? I told you so! Oh no, it's almost eight! Hurry, we need to get you downstairs. Ivan will be here any minute!"
"Ivan?" Ludwig repeated as the trio squeezed past him out the door.
"Your brother's date," Antonio explained. Right on cue the doorbell rang, and they all hurried downstairs, dragging Gilbert with them.
Re: That's What You Get [3b/?]
anonymous
February 15 2010, 10:56:19 UTC
ANON!!! I'm not usually one for Russia/Prussia, but I do love Highschool AU so I decided to give this a try, and it's GREAT so far! I like that Prussia is still his egotistic self and Ivan is oddly creepy in a happy sort of way.
"Hey Ludwig!" Francis greeted, while Antonio was noisily dragging a protesting Gilbert up the stairs, stopping only to give a quick wave. "How are you? Oh, don't bother making dinner for your brother, he's got a hot date tonight!"
Ludwig blinked in confusion. "Date?"
Francis checked his watch. "Oops, look at the time. We need to get him ready!" The senior rushed upstairs and into Gilbert's room.
Shaking his head, Ludwig followed after him and knocked on the door. "Gilbert?" he called out. "Are you sure you don't want any dinner-"
"Stop it or I’ll fucking knock you out!"
Ludwig froze. That was Gilbert's voice.
"Antonio, hold his arms! That's it, keep him still!"
"Hey, get off me! Francis, don't you dare touch me there - aaaaah!"
The mental klaxons in Ludwig's head made loud WHOOP WHOOP noises, and he wisely backed away from the door, shuddering as he went back downstairs and into the kitchen. Yes, Gilbert probably did not want dinner, like Francis said. Just concentrate on that. Try not think or imagine what on earth Antonio and Francis were doing to him in that room. No dinner for Gilbert. Focus on that.
He managed to do so for roughly twenty minutes or so before he decided, oh screw it, he needed to get back up there; what if those two idiots were really molesting his brother or something?
He heard muffled sounds of scuffling and shouts of, "Stop squirming!" and "Gilbert, you'll ruin all the work I did on your hair!" He was about to kick the door open when Antonio opened it.
"Ta-da!" he announced with a big grin.
Gilbert was sitting on his bed, a scowl on his face. His hair was not the messy mop of platinum blond Ludwig was accustomed to seeing. Instead it was artfully styled into a seemingly careless, effortlessly tousled yet sexy look that Ludwig had only seen on stars on TV and knew was almost impossible to create without hiring a very expensive hairstylist - or in this case, having Francis as a friend.
And Gilbert's clothes - well, they were all indeed Gilbert's, but Ludwig had never seen his brother wearing them in that combination before. Black jeans, white dress shirt - the Iron Cross Gilbert insisted on wearing wherever he went stood out nicely against the white hue - and that jacket; his brother looked more than just presentable, he looked... looked...
"Gilbert, you... you actually look nice," Ludwig blurted.
Francis clapped his hands in delight. "See? I told you so! Oh no, it's almost eight! Hurry, we need to get you downstairs. Ivan will be here any minute!"
"Ivan?" Ludwig repeated as the trio squeezed past him out the door.
"Your brother's date," Antonio explained. Right on cue the doorbell rang, and they all hurried downstairs, dragging Gilbert with them.
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I'm not usually one for Russia/Prussia, but I do love Highschool AU so I decided to give this a try, and it's GREAT so far! I like that Prussia is still his egotistic self and Ivan is oddly creepy in a happy sort of way.
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