Celluloid Nightmare [4c/5]
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September 12 2010, 13:56:47 UTC
“Canada?” Francis gave the brothers an exasperated look when Ludwig echoes the question, “I swear, you two are almost as bad as Arthur. Though, you have made my point; you do not know him, even though he has been present for every meeting. Yes, he was in the Wars. I think you might recall him being a Shock Trooper.” The Frenchman chuckled as the two paled and winked, “That was not Alfred, I promise you. No one recognizes him outside of those pictures, though. Do you have any idea how long it takes me just to convince him to sit with me during a meeting, let alone go out to dinner with me in public?”
“Your point, Bonnefoy?” Ludwig sounds annoyed again, despite the fact he’s still shuddering as he finally recalls why the boy seemed even slightly familiar.
“My point…is that not everything is a fairytale, mon ami.” Francis shook his head, sighing a bit, “Things may not seem perfect to us, but if this is what Gilbert wants, the least you can do is try to be supportive. I swear, you act just like Lovino. I’m starting to think he would have made a better example.” Despite this, Francis looks wary, “Though I fear if I’d let him give you this talk, you’d be all the more adamant against this. At the very least, Gilbert…Antonio and I are happy for you.” He stood, walking over to ruffle the shock white hair, grinning at the annoyed growl it earned him. He gave an extravagant bow as he excused himself to ensure Antonio hadn’t become distracted in the kitchen.
The tense silence returned and Gilbert had taken up the stubborn look again. Eventually, Ludwig sighed and Gilbert bristled again, prepared for the worst. He calmed a bit when he realized his brother is surprisingly calm and has regained a mostly neutral expression. Still, he’s wary, especially when Ludwig starts to speak.
“I…all right, Bonnefoy’s right. I’m not the least bit comfortable with this…and I don’t think I ever will be, nor will I ever understand it.” There’s a pause in which Gilbert’s breath is caught in his throat. While he’s willing to stay true to his word-he isn’t leaving them, not after finally feeling accepted- though he isn’t looking forward to the potential cold shoulder it will earn him.
“…If…if you’re sure this is what you want….” The breath leaves him and he’s left staring at his younger brother. Ludwig still looks doubtful, but he shakes his head, “You…were able to take care of yourself during the Cold War…obviously, you came back in one piece. I…I suppose I’ll be waiting. …If either of them do anything….” He trails off, knowing Gilbert will catch the meaning. The Prussian shakes his head, finally remembering to take a breath when he lets out a laugh, easily falling back into his usual demeanor.
“West, nothing can hurt my awesome.” His grin softens to a sheepish smile, “Though…you are a pretty awesome brother for the offer. …Not near as awesome as me, but you’re getting there. I’m the mother fucking Prussian Empire. I’ve kicked Ivan’s ass before and I can do it again if I need to.”
“Oh? And Wang?”
“Pssh, he doesn’t scare me. …Ok, yeah, fine, that wok is scary as fuck, but I’ve survived Lizzy’s frying pan for years. I got nothin’ to worry about.” He breaks into his usual grin and the two share an easy laugh as the tension finally evaporates.
“Your point, Bonnefoy?” Ludwig sounds annoyed again, despite the fact he’s still shuddering as he finally recalls why the boy seemed even slightly familiar.
“My point…is that not everything is a fairytale, mon ami.” Francis shook his head, sighing a bit, “Things may not seem perfect to us, but if this is what Gilbert wants, the least you can do is try to be supportive. I swear, you act just like Lovino. I’m starting to think he would have made a better example.” Despite this, Francis looks wary, “Though I fear if I’d let him give you this talk, you’d be all the more adamant against this. At the very least, Gilbert…Antonio and I are happy for you.” He stood, walking over to ruffle the shock white hair, grinning at the annoyed growl it earned him. He gave an extravagant bow as he excused himself to ensure Antonio hadn’t become distracted in the kitchen.
The tense silence returned and Gilbert had taken up the stubborn look again. Eventually, Ludwig sighed and Gilbert bristled again, prepared for the worst. He calmed a bit when he realized his brother is surprisingly calm and has regained a mostly neutral expression. Still, he’s wary, especially when Ludwig starts to speak.
“I…all right, Bonnefoy’s right. I’m not the least bit comfortable with this…and I don’t think I ever will be, nor will I ever understand it.” There’s a pause in which Gilbert’s breath is caught in his throat. While he’s willing to stay true to his word-he isn’t leaving them, not after finally feeling accepted- though he isn’t looking forward to the potential cold shoulder it will earn him.
“…If…if you’re sure this is what you want….” The breath leaves him and he’s left staring at his younger brother. Ludwig still looks doubtful, but he shakes his head, “You…were able to take care of yourself during the Cold War…obviously, you came back in one piece. I…I suppose I’ll be waiting. …If either of them do anything….” He trails off, knowing Gilbert will catch the meaning. The Prussian shakes his head, finally remembering to take a breath when he lets out a laugh, easily falling back into his usual demeanor.
“West, nothing can hurt my awesome.” His grin softens to a sheepish smile, “Though…you are a pretty awesome brother for the offer. …Not near as awesome as me, but you’re getting there. I’m the mother fucking Prussian Empire. I’ve kicked Ivan’s ass before and I can do it again if I need to.”
“Oh? And Wang?”
“Pssh, he doesn’t scare me. …Ok, yeah, fine, that wok is scary as fuck, but I’ve survived Lizzy’s frying pan for years. I got nothin’ to worry about.” He breaks into his usual grin and the two share an easy laugh as the tension finally evaporates.
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