Ein Zwei Drei (3/?)
anonymous
November 10 2010, 03:30:50 UTC
There was often a small rush after five, when the 'lonely' would stop by on their way home from work. Busy with the register, she hadn't noticed him come back in 'til he was at the head of the line in front of her, pushing a couple DVDs across the counter. "So I'm sorry I was mean to you in fifth grade or whatever."
"It's cool, I got over it..." She took in his choice of DVDs with a quick glance. BDSM, but not that kinky.
All his usual cockiness was back in full force. "So you'll let the awesome me take you out for coffee," he asserted.
Glancing at the line of customers behind him, not wanting them to get ideas, she muttered, "Can we talk about it later?"
"Sure, I can wait," he said too loudly, pushing the DVDs aside and stepping out of line to lean against the countertop, leaving just enough room for the next customer to move forward to the register. "That chick, she died from choking on semen," he remarked, pointing at the video in the man's hand.
*
After forty minutes of Gilbert's commentary on the customer's purchases, Elizabeta was tremendously grateful to see Jan arriving for his shift at the shop.
Gilbert followed her out of the shop like a puppy. "So, coffee. I'll let you buy, just 'cause I'm so awesomely progressive like that. And y'know, 'cause I'm broke."
She couldn't help laughing. "You really are a dick."
Note: Jan = Netherlands
*
Away from the shop and the horrors of the private booths, and with most of a calorie-laden frothy coffee drink warming her, Elizabeta was feeling a bit better about the day. And obnoxious as he was, Gilbert wasn't bad company. And definitely kind of hot - she wouldn't have expected the zit-ridden kid she graduated high school with to turn out so well. She glanced at her watch, wanting to be sure she gave Roderich a call once he got home.
"Gotta go feed your cats or something?"
"My husband, actually."
"So I guess I'm just so awesome you can't resist me even though you're married, huh?"
"It's... complicated."
"Don't worry. It's normal to be stunned by how great I am. Other guys just can't compare."
"Oh yeah, it's your 'greatness' that's what I'm stunned by." She smirked. "Anyway, it's not like that. Roderich - that's my husband - he -"
"Wait, not Roderich Edelstein."
"Yeah, actually. You know him?"
Gilbert was suddenly serious. "Um, Liz. I kinda think your husband's a fag."
She pursed her lips at his choice of words before he went on.
"I'm not being a dick, I mean it." He peered at her face, concerned.
"I know," she said curtly, glaring at him.
"You know? Then why the hell are you glaring at me like that? I can say 'fag' if I want, I swing that way myself sometimes."
She let up on her glare a little, and he went on. "That's actually how I know him. We kinda got kicked out of school when they caught him giving me head."
She couldn't help smiling. "That was you? I knew he transferred in to the place where we went him 'cause of something like that..."
Gilbert cracked a smile. "Well I don't know if I was the only guy he blew there. But probably; like I said, other guys just don't compare." He shrugged. "I always kinda wondered what happened to him after. Guess it worked out okay. I didn't go back to school after that, 'cause my parents kind of freaked the fuck out about the whole fucking guys thing." A hint of blush appeared on his cheeks. "That's, um, kind of why I stopped talking to you. Well, not 'cause of fucking guys. Don't get me wrong, I love pussy too. I totally want to fuck you, and if I knew what fucking was I would totally have wanted to fuck you then too. But 'cause my parents were really scary religious, and I kind of thought it was okay to hang out with you as long as you didn't do girl stuff, like have tits." He snorted. "I bet they wish I'd just stuck to looking at tits, now. But hey, what can I do, cock is awesome too."
Elizabeta could feel that her face was warm, and a pleasant tingling going through her. What a surprise, Gilbert, you turned in to my kind of guy. "Want to come to dinner at my house?"
*
That's all for now, hope people like it so far! This is my first time writing an AU, so I'm not too sure about it...
Re: Ein Zwei Drei (3/?)
anonymous
November 10 2010, 03:38:14 UTC
I have been so disappointed by every other Austria/Hungary/Prussia I've ever read, but this? THIS is what I've been waiting for this whole time. I freaking knew it could be hot! <3
*grabs your fic and dances around with it gaily :DDD*
Re: Ein Zwei Drei (3/?)
anonymous
November 10 2010, 04:56:43 UTC
fffffffffff-
I agree with the above commenter. This is... this is /brilliant/. Threesomes are about balance, give-and-take, and I can already see that starting to form here. I can't WAIT for more. <3
"It's cool, I got over it..." She took in his choice of DVDs with a quick glance. BDSM, but not that kinky.
All his usual cockiness was back in full force. "So you'll let the awesome me take you out for coffee," he asserted.
Glancing at the line of customers behind him, not wanting them to get ideas, she muttered, "Can we talk about it later?"
"Sure, I can wait," he said too loudly, pushing the DVDs aside and stepping out of line to lean against the countertop, leaving just enough room for the next customer to move forward to the register. "That chick, she died from choking on semen," he remarked, pointing at the video in the man's hand.
*
After forty minutes of Gilbert's commentary on the customer's purchases, Elizabeta was tremendously grateful to see Jan arriving for his shift at the shop.
Gilbert followed her out of the shop like a puppy. "So, coffee. I'll let you buy, just 'cause I'm so awesomely progressive like that. And y'know, 'cause I'm broke."
She couldn't help laughing. "You really are a dick."
Note: Jan = Netherlands
*
Away from the shop and the horrors of the private booths, and with most of a calorie-laden frothy coffee drink warming her, Elizabeta was feeling a bit better about the day. And obnoxious as he was, Gilbert wasn't bad company. And definitely kind of hot - she wouldn't have expected the zit-ridden kid she graduated high school with to turn out so well. She glanced at her watch, wanting to be sure she gave Roderich a call once he got home.
"Gotta go feed your cats or something?"
"My husband, actually."
"So I guess I'm just so awesome you can't resist me even though you're married, huh?"
"It's... complicated."
"Don't worry. It's normal to be stunned by how great I am. Other guys just can't compare."
"Oh yeah, it's your 'greatness' that's what I'm stunned by." She smirked. "Anyway, it's not like that. Roderich - that's my husband - he -"
"Wait, not Roderich Edelstein."
"Yeah, actually. You know him?"
Gilbert was suddenly serious. "Um, Liz. I kinda think your husband's a fag."
She pursed her lips at his choice of words before he went on.
"I'm not being a dick, I mean it." He peered at her face, concerned.
"I know," she said curtly, glaring at him.
"You know? Then why the hell are you glaring at me like that? I can say 'fag' if I want, I swing that way myself sometimes."
She let up on her glare a little, and he went on. "That's actually how I know him. We kinda got kicked out of school when they caught him giving me head."
She couldn't help smiling. "That was you? I knew he transferred in to the place where we went him 'cause of something like that..."
Gilbert cracked a smile. "Well I don't know if I was the only guy he blew there. But probably; like I said, other guys just don't compare." He shrugged. "I always kinda wondered what happened to him after. Guess it worked out okay. I didn't go back to school after that, 'cause my parents kind of freaked the fuck out about the whole fucking guys thing." A hint of blush appeared on his cheeks. "That's, um, kind of why I stopped talking to you. Well, not 'cause of fucking guys. Don't get me wrong, I love pussy too. I totally want to fuck you, and if I knew what fucking was I would totally have wanted to fuck you then too. But 'cause my parents were really scary religious, and I kind of thought it was okay to hang out with you as long as you didn't do girl stuff, like have tits." He snorted. "I bet they wish I'd just stuck to looking at tits, now. But hey, what can I do, cock is awesome too."
Elizabeta could feel that her face was warm, and a pleasant tingling going through her. What a surprise, Gilbert, you turned in to my kind of guy. "Want to come to dinner at my house?"
*
That's all for now, hope people like it so far! This is my first time writing an AU, so I'm not too sure about it...
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*grabs your fic and dances around with it gaily :DDD*
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I agree with the above commenter. This is... this is /brilliant/. Threesomes are about balance, give-and-take, and I can already see that starting to form here. I can't WAIT for more. <3
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Will stalk this forever!!!
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Prussia, you turned into my kinda guy too XD
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