The Not-So-Great Sneak: The Great Escape Omake
anonymous
April 12 2010, 18:14:22 UTC
If you insist. :|
"Good day, Lord Edelstein."
Austria froze, feeling his insides grow cold at the very familiar voice. He raised and turned his head with much difficulty, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and mouth opening and closing in horror.
"G-Good day, Hans," he replied as normally as he could, stammering stiffly as his hands began to shake with embarrassment.
"What, dare I ask, are you doing, my lord?" His attendant's smile was outwardly charming, but Austria knew him better than anyone and could easily discern the smug goading edge it had, as per the twinkling eyes. He was asking for trouble, such cheek, and he knew very well that Austria could not very well dish it out considering the... circumstances. But Austria would not go down without a fight!
"Nothing much," Austria lied, very badly, still rooted to the spot. His attendant tilted his head and body - as Austria had earlier in the day - to get a better view of what was in Austria's hands. Austria felt himself stupidly not attempting to hide it.
"Laundry, my lord?" Hans' smile had transformed into a wide grin. "Surely such a thing can be delegated to the servants."
"No!" Austria cried out at first, panicking and trying to collect himself. "I mean... No. No, such a f-fine day for laundry. Why bother the other servants when I can do this myself? I'm sure they could use a break once in a while."
"Really?" Hans asked coyly, stepping closer in an attempt to take the shirt from Austria. "But my lord, I am quite sure the servants would not mind washing a single shirt."
Austria ripped it away from his reach. "Really, Hans. I am not washing just the shirt."
"But you do still have many documents to sign..."
"Hans. I will do the laundry."
"All the laundry?"
"Yes!" Austria finally lost his even temper. "Yes! I am washing all the laundry today! Go back into the manse and... and make a cake!"
Hans smiled sweetly and bowed with a flourish. "As you command."
As his attendant disappeared into the manse, Austria glared at the sullied shirt in his hands with disgust.
Re: The Not-So-Great Sneak: The Great Escape Omake
anonymous
April 12 2010, 19:16:21 UTC
New anon thinks this is really well written. Spain is so cute and goes through so much effort to get Austria out on that picnic. And it's so nice to see Austria initiating for once we all knew he had it in him.
Also this omake, the high and mighty aristocratic Austria doing his laundry. pft! So hilarious! We all know that later he'll be sewing up Germany's underwear...
"Good day, Lord Edelstein."
Austria froze, feeling his insides grow cold at the very familiar voice. He raised and turned his head with much difficulty, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and mouth opening and closing in horror.
"G-Good day, Hans," he replied as normally as he could, stammering stiffly as his hands began to shake with embarrassment.
"What, dare I ask, are you doing, my lord?" His attendant's smile was outwardly charming, but Austria knew him better than anyone and could easily discern the smug goading edge it had, as per the twinkling eyes. He was asking for trouble, such cheek, and he knew very well that Austria could not very well dish it out considering the... circumstances. But Austria would not go down without a fight!
"Nothing much," Austria lied, very badly, still rooted to the spot. His attendant tilted his head and body - as Austria had earlier in the day - to get a better view of what was in Austria's hands. Austria felt himself stupidly not attempting to hide it.
"Laundry, my lord?" Hans' smile had transformed into a wide grin. "Surely such a thing can be delegated to the servants."
"No!" Austria cried out at first, panicking and trying to collect himself. "I mean... No. No, such a f-fine day for laundry. Why bother the other servants when I can do this myself? I'm sure they could use a break once in a while."
"Really?" Hans asked coyly, stepping closer in an attempt to take the shirt from Austria. "But my lord, I am quite sure the servants would not mind washing a single shirt."
Austria ripped it away from his reach. "Really, Hans. I am not washing just the shirt."
"But you do still have many documents to sign..."
"Hans. I will do the laundry."
"All the laundry?"
"Yes!" Austria finally lost his even temper. "Yes! I am washing all the laundry today! Go back into the manse and... and make a cake!"
Hans smiled sweetly and bowed with a flourish. "As you command."
As his attendant disappeared into the manse, Austria glared at the sullied shirt in his hands with disgust.
He should have just burned it.
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Seriously...why on earth do people not write him like you do in your fics more often...such a pitty... *sighs*
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Also this omake, the high and mighty aristocratic Austria doing his laundry. pft! So hilarious! We all know that later he'll be sewing up Germany's underwear...
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