The Remarkable Franco-German Friendship (3c/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 14:05:38 UTC
Despite myself, I felt a slight pinch of guilt regardless and so I did nudge him with the tip of my shoe until I stirred a reaction from him.
But only the tip of my food and only with utmost caution, mind you. I didn’t want to ruin my shoes either. Prussian drool may have burned itself through all that leather, putting even acid to shame. You can never tell with those Germans and their German-ish states, can you?
"Say, my friend, why are you wearing make-up? I always thought you were..." Everything in me was reluctant to say too manly because that would have been an insult to actual men like myself and I didn't want to say above it all because it is hard to describe someone as above it all when the only thing he is doing is lying beneath it all so I hesitated. And waited for the right words to find their way out of my mouth. They didn’t. And I flailed. And flailed some more until Prussia, half dazing, half trying to find his way back to the world of the living, offered, "Awesome?"
"No," I said, perhaps un peu too fast. "But the point still stands, and you may still feel free to explain it to me. That is," I said while my gaze wandered from his head to toe and back up again, "if you get any coherent sentence plastered together. Without awesome, Prussia," I added, "S'il te plait."
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merde - shit Zut alors! - Gosh darn it! Qui ne dit mot consent. - Silence gives consent. Pourquoi? - Why
Oh France, will we ever come to Germany. (Yes, yes we will. Next part even.)
Don't forget to put on your spam filter, boys and girls.
Re: The Remarkable Franco-German Friendship (3c/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 14:32:47 UTC
Ramble ramble little France, we just want you in Allemagne's pants.... (sung to the tune of twinkle twinkle little star)
Your france is adorable, but I kind of lost the thread with the rambling about canada and fear. I'm enjoying this immensely nontheless, but perhaps cher francis could be nudged back towards the plot a bit more often?
Re: The Remarkable Franco-German Friendship (3c/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 14:45:53 UTC
I adore your rambling France voice, mostly because that's a lot how I write him too (god please France-in-the-fic-I'm-writing let me go back to main point I'll give you Corsica covered in chocolate?)
So, yeah. Rambling. He does that. But he does it so well. And I love your writing.
Prussia. W. T. F. Does your little brother know? Wait, do I want the answer to that question?
Re: The Remarkable Franco-German Friendship (3c/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 19:02:48 UTC
YOU YOU YOU ARE MY HERO. i love this to death like you wouldn't believe. Oh France. Rambling and rambling and rambling...i've honestly never seen a france so--what's the word? well, fabulous, really. he's so amazing. i will have to look up this karl person. <--is a stupid
Ah, basically, Karl Lagerfeld is a German fashion designer living in 'exile' in Paris. Europe considers him the God of Fashion and his word is Law. Or something like that. Apparently. I probably should have added that to the footnotes, my bad!
But only the tip of my food and only with utmost caution, mind you. I didn’t want to ruin my shoes either. Prussian drool may have burned itself through all that leather, putting even acid to shame. You can never tell with those Germans and their German-ish states, can you?
"Say, my friend, why are you wearing make-up? I always thought you were..." Everything in me was reluctant to say too manly because that would have been an insult to actual men like myself and I didn't want to say above it all because it is hard to describe someone as above it all when the only thing he is doing is lying beneath it all so I hesitated. And waited for the right words to find their way out of my mouth. They didn’t. And I flailed. And flailed some more until Prussia, half dazing, half trying to find his way back to the world of the living, offered, "Awesome?"
"No," I said, perhaps un peu too fast. "But the point still stands, and you may still feel free to explain it to me. That is," I said while my gaze wandered from his head to toe and back up again, "if you get any coherent sentence plastered together. Without awesome, Prussia," I added, "S'il te plait."
____
merde - shit
Zut alors! - Gosh darn it!
Qui ne dit mot consent. - Silence gives consent.
Pourquoi? - Why
Oh France, will we ever come to Germany. (Yes, yes we will. Next part even.)
Don't forget to put on your spam filter, boys and girls.
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we just want you in Allemagne's pants....
(sung to the tune of twinkle twinkle little star)
Your france is adorable, but I kind of lost the thread with the rambling about canada and fear. I'm enjoying this immensely nontheless, but perhaps cher francis could be nudged back towards the plot a bit more often?
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So, yeah. Rambling. He does that. But he does it so well. And I love your writing.
Prussia. W. T. F. Does your little brother know? Wait, do I want the answer to that question?
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YOU ARE MY HERO.
i love this to death like you wouldn't believe.
Oh France. Rambling and rambling and rambling...i've honestly never seen a france so--what's the word? well, fabulous, really. he's so amazing.
i will have to look up this karl person. <--is a stupid
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