Drabble of no name and account
anonymous
September 10 2010, 22:02:32 UTC
France smiled pleasantly when King Frederick turned his attentions fully to him. He submitted to the cool, calm assessment and even preened a little in it. Despite the king’s controlled air, he had just the smallest, slightest hint of- trepidation? Admiration? Perhaps a strange mixture of both. It made France preen all the more and wish that he had worn his peacock feather trimmed hat for the day, if only to make the image better.
Frederick II tilted his head slightly and said in exquisite French that made France almost writhe on the spot, “A pleasure to meet you, Monsieur.” Glorious.
“Your command of my tongue is unmatched, and I say this with greatest sincerity. Better than my own knowledge of German.”
The man’s narrow lips twisted in a wry smile. “It is a match for my own command, likely,” he said. But his expression became marginally warmer and it made him handsome, not just interesting.
Yes, interesting, because France was used to a glittering Court in Versailles that hosted the most beautiful women and men in all of Europe, like a glorious aviary filled with the rarest specimens, a hothouse of blooms. The King of Prussia would be too grim, too odd in that place, compared to those beauties. But that was his charm, in the passions that gleamed behind those deep-set eyes, the crackling, lightning fast wit-
“I could love you just for that, your Majesty,” said France playfully, letting blood rush to his cheeks in an undoubtedly charming way. It was all about the careful balance… and looking upwards shyly through long eyelashes.
The King arched his eyebrows and chuckled. “A strange sentiment.”
France shrugged elegantly. “But sincere.”
“I will need some more physical assurance then, Monsieur.”
“Oh, I can promise that.” And France leaned in, happy in the knowledge that Prussia was currently occupied across the room. He let the delicate but alluring scent of his perfume, roses and musk and citrus peel wrap around the king’s senses like a silk veil.
The King retained his faint, sardonic smile but even he would have to succumb. The slightest blush crossed his face, rosiest on his pronounced ears. It made him all the more attractive, really.
France’s gloved hand reached out, quick as a serpent, and under the flap and tail of the king’s coat. He didn’t so much rest his hand upon a buttock as he grabbed it, as if seizing a ripe, full fruit. Ah- just as he suspected. A good regimen of equestrian arts really did wonders-
“What the fuck are you doing!” came the raucous, outraged shriek that broke sound barriers. In reality… the screech was what froze all conversation in the room and drew attention to the scene.
France looked up, perfectly unperturbed at least in expression. “Giving my greetings?” he said lightly.
Prussia all but flew over the room, seizing France by the back of the neck. “Hands off, fucking pervert!” He kept an almost bone crushing grip on his fellow country, before casting a worried look at his king. “Oi, are you all right? Did he do anything else?” He looked far too torn between dragging France out of the room and fussing like a mother hen over his somewhat ruffled, still slightly shocked monarch.
“Only my dignity was at stake,” Frederick replied dryly. “You would know that too well.” He shifted upon his feet just the slightest bit uncomfortably, now standing with legs together. The expression he now favored France with had nothing to do with faintly nervous awe.
France only smiled and made a bow. It really was worth getting thrown out a second story window a few moments later.
(ooc: Fuck, I just plain fail at humor. -facepalm-
Just based on the fact that Old Fritz’s primary language was in fact French, not German.)
Re: Drabble of no name and account
anonymous
September 10 2010, 22:28:57 UTC
You fail nothing, this is excellent and made me burst out laughing more than three times. And such a short fill! could we perhaps, kind anonymous author, get some of the aftermath of this? especially of the France/Fritz variety
Your France is fantastic, but I have to congratulate you on your Fritz. Bosses are hard to write, and Fritz is usually only used as a comedic old man who's bff with Prussia. This...this short fill did him much more justice ^^
Frederick II tilted his head slightly and said in exquisite French that made France almost writhe on the spot, “A pleasure to meet you, Monsieur.” Glorious.
This was funny, but oddly enough, very sexy too. I can totally imagine that as France's reaction when he hears someone speaking his language perfectly like thatXD
Re: Drabble of no name and account
anonymous
September 11 2010, 00:06:51 UTC
*dies*. Fabulous. France's peacock feather trimmed hat... His nearly autosexual fetish for his own language... Hilarious, and spot-on.
The slightest blush crossed his face, rosiest on his pronounced ears. It made him all the more attractive, really.
The human touch here-- blushing on the ears-- is wonderful! I'm so glad you didn't try to make him pretty... and that France finds that alluring after Versailles (even he could get burned out on glamor after all that).
“Hands off, fucking pervert!”
Oh yeah, Fritz, Prussia wants you. You better watch your ass, with those two xD.
Re: Drabble of no name and account
anonymous
September 11 2010, 00:09:29 UTC
Also, this shines a whole new light on Napoleon telling his troops to take off their hats at Frederick the Great's tomb. (Oh man, Napoleon/France. You know they were bangin' it.)
Re: Drabble of no name and account
anonymous
September 11 2010, 13:42:23 UTC
OH AUTHORNON. YOU CAN'T SEE MY FACE BUT I ASSURE YOU, I'M GRINNING. SO WIDE IT'S HURTING MY CHEEKS.
Glorious indeed! So... many... lines... to quote.... Well others already said a few. I'll settle for this: "A good regimen of equestrian arts really did wonders-" *splits her face with all the grinning*
Re: Drabble of no name and account
anonymous
September 12 2010, 09:31:43 UTC
fail at humor? Fffft, this is brilliant! The historical details, the feel of it, and the dry, intelligent humor all work very well. Amazing microfilll, anon!
Frederick II tilted his head slightly and said in exquisite French that made France almost writhe on the spot, “A pleasure to meet you, Monsieur.” Glorious.
“Your command of my tongue is unmatched, and I say this with greatest sincerity. Better than my own knowledge of German.”
The man’s narrow lips twisted in a wry smile. “It is a match for my own command, likely,” he said. But his expression became marginally warmer and it made him handsome, not just interesting.
Yes, interesting, because France was used to a glittering Court in Versailles that hosted the most beautiful women and men in all of Europe, like a glorious aviary filled with the rarest specimens, a hothouse of blooms. The King of Prussia would be too grim, too odd in that place, compared to those beauties. But that was his charm, in the passions that gleamed behind those deep-set eyes, the crackling, lightning fast wit-
“I could love you just for that, your Majesty,” said France playfully, letting blood rush to his cheeks in an undoubtedly charming way. It was all about the careful balance… and looking upwards shyly through long eyelashes.
The King arched his eyebrows and chuckled. “A strange sentiment.”
France shrugged elegantly. “But sincere.”
“I will need some more physical assurance then, Monsieur.”
“Oh, I can promise that.” And France leaned in, happy in the knowledge that Prussia was currently occupied across the room. He let the delicate but alluring scent of his perfume, roses and musk and citrus peel wrap around the king’s senses like a silk veil.
The King retained his faint, sardonic smile but even he would have to succumb. The slightest blush crossed his face, rosiest on his pronounced ears. It made him all the more attractive, really.
France’s gloved hand reached out, quick as a serpent, and under the flap and tail of the king’s coat. He didn’t so much rest his hand upon a buttock as he grabbed it, as if seizing a ripe, full fruit. Ah- just as he suspected. A good regimen of equestrian arts really did wonders-
“What the fuck are you doing!” came the raucous, outraged shriek that broke sound barriers. In reality… the screech was what froze all conversation in the room and drew attention to the scene.
France looked up, perfectly unperturbed at least in expression. “Giving my greetings?” he said lightly.
Prussia all but flew over the room, seizing France by the back of the neck. “Hands off, fucking pervert!” He kept an almost bone crushing grip on his fellow country, before casting a worried look at his king. “Oi, are you all right? Did he do anything else?” He looked far too torn between dragging France out of the room and fussing like a mother hen over his somewhat ruffled, still slightly shocked monarch.
“Only my dignity was at stake,” Frederick replied dryly. “You would know that too well.” He shifted upon his feet just the slightest bit uncomfortably, now standing with legs together. The expression he now favored France with had nothing to do with faintly nervous awe.
France only smiled and made a bow. It really was worth getting thrown out a second story window a few moments later.
(ooc: Fuck, I just plain fail at humor. -facepalm-
Just based on the fact that Old Fritz’s primary language was in fact French, not German.)
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How can the writing of something so short sound so strangely familiar? XD
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Your France is fantastic, but I have to congratulate you on your Fritz. Bosses are hard to write, and Fritz is usually only used as a comedic old man who's bff with Prussia. This...this short fill did him much more justice ^^
Frederick II tilted his head slightly and said in exquisite French that made France almost writhe on the spot, “A pleasure to meet you, Monsieur.” Glorious.
This was funny, but oddly enough, very sexy too. I can totally imagine that as France's reaction when he hears someone speaking his language perfectly like thatXD
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The slightest blush crossed his face, rosiest on his pronounced ears. It made him all the more attractive, really.
The human touch here-- blushing on the ears-- is wonderful! I'm so glad you didn't try to make him pretty... and that France finds that alluring after Versailles (even he could get burned out on glamor after all that).
“Hands off, fucking pervert!”
Oh yeah, Fritz, Prussia wants you. You better watch your ass, with those two xD.
So saving this. <3!
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Glorious indeed! So... many... lines... to quote.... Well others already said a few. I'll settle for this: "A good regimen of equestrian arts really did wonders-" *splits her face with all the grinning*
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PrussiaxFritz = so canon.
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That is all.
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