[Part 12] Germany x France / England x France (part 2c)
anonymous
September 7 2010, 13:54:59 UTC
He heard something moderately big and heavy hit France's head hard.
"Merde!" France cursed, falling off of him and clutching his head.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING FUCK ON THAT FUCKING COUCH!" Prussia shouted, pointing at them from the doorway.
"Ost!" Germany chided him, although he was slightly thankful for the intrusion. He was too tired to sex tonight.
"I warned him, West. You know I did."
"Zut alors!" France groaned, massaging is head. "Did you have to throw a stool at me?"
"I warned you, pansy!"
"Ost, just go. I promise we will not do anything on the couch other than sitting."
France looked at him as though he had just cancelled Paris fashion week. "B-But--"
Prussia nodded with a stiff posture, almost as if acknowledging a command from his officer, and marched out of sight.
"Cher, you weren't serious, were you?"
Germany smiled at him apologetically. "I am sorry, Frankreich, but work has been very exhausting. Maybe next time?"
France frowned. "We might never get another chance like this."
He chuckled. France--always dramatic. He reached up and caressed the other man's jaw with his knuckle. "There is always next time, mein Schatz. I promise. But for tonight, let us relax. I know you are also tired."
His lover grabbed his hand and kissed it gently. He smiled. "Only because it's you, cher." He plopped back to Germany's side and hugged him. Germany embraced back. He wished there could be more days like this. Days like this made his work feel more fulfilling. Not even England's snide remarks could ruin it.
A cellphone ringing broke the peace between them.
France disentangled himself from Germany and fished out the phone from his pocket. "Merde, It's Nicolas," he muttered, a scowl on his face. "What does he want now?"
"You should answer it. It must be important."
France gave him an apologetic smile before he stood up and walked towards the kitchen as he answered the phone. Germany sank back into the couch and watched as France talked to his boss.
This was when he found France the most attractive--when the nation was serious. It always sent a curious feeling down his spine when he saw the other with a no-nonsense attitude as they went about dealing with problems in the EU. It was a side of him that he rarely showed--a side that Germany always loved. It felt like France was showing his real self when he was like this.
France ended the call and walked back towards Germany, annoyance clear on his face as he picked up his jacket.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry, Allemagne. Nicolas wants me back home early. I have a meeting I have to attend to tomorrow."
His eyebrows rose. "A meeting? Tomorrow?"
"Yes," France sighed. "With sourcils, no less."
Germany pursed his lips. England again. "What for?"
"The defence cooperation," France said, putting on his jacket and heading towards the door with Germany. "It's purely for financial reasons. Morin says my presence is vital for the negotiations. Hopefully it does not last longer than three days."
He wasn't one to keep France from work, even if it was for England. "Have a safe trip then," he said, smiling, despite the fact that he didn't know when they'd have free time again. "I will be in the mediterranean in a few days to see if the austerity plans are working."
"Bien," France said, pecking him on the lips. "I will contact you once I arrive home."
"Tschus," Germany said as France left. He closed the door and sighed. England again. Truthfully, his patience was starting to wear thin.
[Part 12] Germany x France / England x France (part 2d)
anonymous
September 7 2010, 13:57:10 UTC
"He's gone?" Prussia said from behind him.
He sighed. "Yes." He continued his way towards his office.
"Where are you going?" his older brother asked, following him.
"My office."
"But you look tired. You should get some sleep."
"I will be fine. I will finish some left-over work and then I'll go to sleep."
Prussia grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to face him. "West, you never have left-over work."
It was true; he didn't. He sighed. "Ost, just let me do my work. I'm not sleepy yet."
His older brother looked at him quizzically for a few moments then sighed and drank his beer. "Fine. Don't sleep too late."
"Yes."
Prussia mussed his hair before he turned and left.
Germany slicked his hair back with a sigh and entered his office.
Notes:
I decided that they got together after the unification because it felt more like Germany to not rush into a relationship and follow traditional procedures, especially when it came to France. Yes, they were dating for that long. Even after England infiltrated the EU.
Captcha: piration the ---> Captcha is on to England's schemes.
Re: [Part 12] Germany x France / England x France (part 2d)
anonymous
September 7 2010, 14:19:30 UTC
Pfft, a romantic beer fountain, Germany? Really? XD And threatening him with inviting him out for beer and wurst with England lurking in the background? GJ, Germany; never change.
Ahaha, France offering to let poor Prussia join them traumatized him so hilariously. XD (He complains about them snuggling on that couch like it's worse than them having sex there, and the weird thing is that the snuggling probably bothers him more!)
Anon, even though I just started giggling weirdly and got so many weird looks, I love you for this:
He heard something moderately big and heavy hit France's head hard.
"Merde!" France cursed, falling off of him and clutching his head.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING FUCK ON THAT FUCKING COUCH!" Prussia shouted, pointing at them from the doorway.
... Germans have so gay pet-names for their lovers. :Db
"Austerity plans"? Definitely sounds very German, anon.
Re: [Part 12] Germany x France / England x France (part 2d)
anonymous
September 8 2010, 06:33:36 UTC
Oh you write France and Germany together very well, I found them very cute. And the mini-quarrel about Germany working too much makes them look like a real couple XD. I am curious to know how the encounter with England will be ! Thanks for sharing !
Re: [Part 12] Germany x France / England x France (part 2d)
anonymous
September 13 2010, 15:53:02 UTC
I love FRUK just as much as the next person but I desperately crave GerFrance so badly. That being said, I can tell that there will be some major drama going on in the later chapters...Germany, you gotta fight fight fight, fight for his love! (God I hate song XD)
Great job, writer-anon! Can't wait for the next chappies~~~
"Merde!" France cursed, falling off of him and clutching his head.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING FUCK ON THAT FUCKING COUCH!" Prussia shouted, pointing at them from the doorway.
"Ost!" Germany chided him, although he was slightly thankful for the intrusion. He was too tired to sex tonight.
"I warned him, West. You know I did."
"Zut alors!" France groaned, massaging is head. "Did you have to throw a stool at me?"
"I warned you, pansy!"
"Ost, just go. I promise we will not do anything on the couch other than sitting."
France looked at him as though he had just cancelled Paris fashion week. "B-But--"
Prussia nodded with a stiff posture, almost as if acknowledging a command from his officer, and marched out of sight.
"Cher, you weren't serious, were you?"
Germany smiled at him apologetically. "I am sorry, Frankreich, but work has been very exhausting. Maybe next time?"
France frowned. "We might never get another chance like this."
He chuckled. France--always dramatic. He reached up and caressed the other man's jaw with his knuckle. "There is always next time, mein Schatz. I promise. But for tonight, let us relax. I know you are also tired."
His lover grabbed his hand and kissed it gently. He smiled. "Only because it's you, cher." He plopped back to Germany's side and hugged him. Germany embraced back. He wished there could be more days like this. Days like this made his work feel more fulfilling. Not even England's snide remarks could ruin it.
A cellphone ringing broke the peace between them.
France disentangled himself from Germany and fished out the phone from his pocket. "Merde, It's Nicolas," he muttered, a scowl on his face. "What does he want now?"
"You should answer it. It must be important."
France gave him an apologetic smile before he stood up and walked towards the kitchen as he answered the phone. Germany sank back into the couch and watched as France talked to his boss.
This was when he found France the most attractive--when the nation was serious. It always sent a curious feeling down his spine when he saw the other with a no-nonsense attitude as they went about dealing with problems in the EU. It was a side of him that he rarely showed--a side that Germany always loved. It felt like France was showing his real self when he was like this.
France ended the call and walked back towards Germany, annoyance clear on his face as he picked up his jacket.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry, Allemagne. Nicolas wants me back home early. I have a meeting I have to attend to tomorrow."
His eyebrows rose. "A meeting? Tomorrow?"
"Yes," France sighed. "With sourcils, no less."
Germany pursed his lips. England again. "What for?"
"The defence cooperation," France said, putting on his jacket and heading towards the door with Germany. "It's purely for financial reasons. Morin says my presence is vital for the negotiations. Hopefully it does not last longer than three days."
He wasn't one to keep France from work, even if it was for England. "Have a safe trip then," he said, smiling, despite the fact that he didn't know when they'd have free time again. "I will be in the mediterranean in a few days to see if the austerity plans are working."
"Bien," France said, pecking him on the lips. "I will contact you once I arrive home."
"Tschus," Germany said as France left. He closed the door and sighed. England again. Truthfully, his patience was starting to wear thin.
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He sighed. "Yes." He continued his way towards his office.
"Where are you going?" his older brother asked, following him.
"My office."
"But you look tired. You should get some sleep."
"I will be fine. I will finish some left-over work and then I'll go to sleep."
Prussia grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to face him. "West, you never have left-over work."
It was true; he didn't. He sighed. "Ost, just let me do my work. I'm not sleepy yet."
His older brother looked at him quizzically for a few moments then sighed and drank his beer. "Fine. Don't sleep too late."
"Yes."
Prussia mussed his hair before he turned and left.
Germany slicked his hair back with a sigh and entered his office.
Notes:
I decided that they got together after the unification because it felt more like Germany to not rush into a relationship and follow traditional procedures, especially when it came to France. Yes, they were dating for that long. Even after England infiltrated the EU.
Captcha: piration the ---> Captcha is on to England's schemes.
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Ahaha, France offering to let poor Prussia join them traumatized him so hilariously. XD (He complains about them snuggling on that couch like it's worse than them having sex there, and the weird thing is that the snuggling probably bothers him more!)
Anon, even though I just started giggling weirdly and got so many weird looks, I love you for this:
He heard something moderately big and heavy hit France's head hard.
"Merde!" France cursed, falling off of him and clutching his head.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING FUCK ON THAT FUCKING COUCH!" Prussia shouted, pointing at them from the doorway.
... Germans have so gay pet-names for their lovers. :Db
"Austerity plans"? Definitely sounds very German, anon.
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The German/France+Prussia interaction is just how I picture it XD
I'm enjoying this so far! It's nice to see France as the one in a relationship and have England on the outside for once.
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I died. Haunting the kink meme to tell you that you killed me.
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Great job, writer-anon! Can't wait for the next chappies~~~
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