Only for the weak 2/3
anonymous
January 19 2011, 22:00:05 UTC
Austria made a pained noise, warning Croatia he was getting too harsh. Whose game was it at this point? Was Austria still directing while Croatia imagined being in control? Croatia didn't let go, if he refused to be directed this wouldn't end up Austria's symphony, he wasn't that strong without Hungary.
“You'll care later,” Croatia said. “And I'll help you. But you should remember I'm helping you and Hungary didn't.”
Austria shivered, unable to find words when Croatia's other hand brushed by the mole on his face. It was the one imperfection and it made him even cuter. His sped up breath reveled this must be one of those embarrassing, sensitive spots you rather not have everyone know of.
“We should not,” Austria said, in the faint voice of someone who was desperately looking to be disproved.
“Why not?” Croatia pressed himself closer against him, careful with the piano. Even if he would screw Austria on top of it in his fantasies he rather not break it for real.
“Strange, I thought I had a reason a minute ago...”
None of Croatia's fantasies involved kissing Austria, when Austria tried he nibbled on his neck instead, biting hard enough to hurt but not to break the skin. Some lines shouldn't be crossed in reality. Others should be as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
“Careful,” Austria hissed.
“Really think I can hurt an empire like you?”
“No,” Austria said, relaxing under his hands. The answer Croatia had been looking for was yes. But if Austria was up for it, fine. No reason to be careful. Fuck the piano too. Austria yelped when he got thrown on top of it, then he let out a short nervous laugh.
“Be careful with the piano,” Austria ordered but in the end he went with whatever Croatia wanted, perhaps he secretly dreamed of being violently screwed on the top of his piano hard enough to need it repaired afterward or he wanted to forget about Hungary that desperately. It didn't really matter.
Later, much later, when Hungary was subdued but not subdued enough, she and Austria held hands and announced their engagement.
“I'll hope you be happy together,” Croatia said, unable to keep the bitterness from his voice.
“I love Hungary,” Austria said. He didn't even lie and say he was sorry. Why should he be sorry? He got everything he wanted, easy sex from his minion and still marrying the girl of his dream, making the the empire of Austria-Hungary when it should have been Austria-Hungary-Croatia at the very least.
“I'm sure you do.”
Austria blushed bright red all the way down his neck. Hungary looked at Croatia, thoughtfully. She wasn't as innocent as she liked to claim.
“We will be very happy together,” she said, pressing Austria's hand so hard he whimpered a little.
Only for the weak 3/3
anonymous
January 19 2011, 22:07:40 UTC
The wedding was a dramatic, overblown affair. Austria and Hungary all dressed up, smiled at everyone when they didn't looked deeply into each others eyes, like it was a marriage of love and not of compromises.
Hungary made a special effort to not look at Russia, who had been very persuasive in arranging that marriage. Croatia fond it darkly amusing that Austria had to send Russia after her to convince her. He wouldn't have been that stingy if Austria had offered to name the empire Austria-Croatia instead... France and England argued loudly over something no one else gave a shit about, not even able to behave like civilized people on a day like this.
Prussia, the enemy from just a second ago, was invited as well of some reason. He looked extremely displeased and misplaced, latching on to Croatia since he had been stupid enough to smile politely at him when he arrived. Croatia quickly regretted it, Prussia was insanely badly tempered and complained about every single thing he could think of. Well, he was right about the part about Austria's ugly smug face.
“Are you thinking the same as me?” Prussia continued. “Austria should wear that damn dress, he's not the one wearing the pants in that relationships anyway.”
“Mmphf.” The inner picture that summoned was both very wrong and strangely exciting. Austria, the piano and a wedding dress. Croatia fantasies started to get out of control...
“Sappiness makes me want to throw up,” Prussia said, pleased over finding someone who was willing to listen to his ranting. “Clustering is for the weak.”
Croatia stopped up, truly listening for the first time. Prussia was powerful, maybe he had depths of hidden wisdom beneath all the annoying behavior.
“I never thought of it like that. You're right, if you hadn't weakened Austria he wouldn't be forced to marry Hungary now... Someone who is strong can stand alone.”
“Yeah... That was surely a awesome thing of me to do... It makes me want to cry how stupid this is.”
Prussia even had tears in his eyes.
“Me too,” Croatia agreed.
It was disgusting how they were holding hands like blushing virgins, as if Croatia didn't count. He showed none of it and congratulated them both with a smile. Clustering was for the weak anyway. He would save the truth for a rainy day, to throw in Hungary's face. I fucked your husband before you did.
Shocked, completely. In a very good way! I mean, seriously, anon, I think you must be psychic, because Croatia has always been one of my favourite countries and one that I really wanted in Hetalia. safdgtcgvcggdfy, to say the least! I really liked how you portrayed him here as well! And that last line, XD.
Re: Only for the weak 3/3
anonymous
January 20 2011, 01:22:12 UTC
This was so perfect. The beginning, the character interaction, the way it's clear Austria is the most powerful one even while Croatia tries to delude himself he's in control...
And that final part, with Prussia and Croatia crying about their lost loves how fucking stupid the whole thing is and nothing else! was hilarious and sad at the same time.
Aaaaand now I have a crush on your Croatia. Well, I liked the country a lot even before, and since what I've seen of Croatia was very pretty I picture him as very pretty too, and, well. Yeah.
What happens if I ship him with Serbia? Or with Italy?
Re: Only for the weak 3/3
anonymous
January 20 2011, 20:08:11 UTC
Thanks :) I imagine later Austria felt like Croatia took advantage of him being depressed and Croatia feels used and dismissed too.. Not a pairing meant to be... I think Croatia is very good looking too. Hungary's hot resentful minion.
if you ship Croatia with Serbia Yugoslavia happens...
“You'll care later,” Croatia said. “And I'll help you. But you should remember I'm helping you and Hungary didn't.”
Austria shivered, unable to find words when Croatia's other hand brushed by the mole on his face. It was the one imperfection and it made him even cuter. His sped up breath reveled this must be one of those embarrassing, sensitive spots you rather not have everyone know of.
“We should not,” Austria said, in the faint voice of someone who was desperately looking to be disproved.
“Why not?” Croatia pressed himself closer against him, careful with the piano. Even if he would screw Austria on top of it in his fantasies he rather not break it for real.
“Strange, I thought I had a reason a minute ago...”
None of Croatia's fantasies involved kissing Austria, when Austria tried he nibbled on his neck instead, biting hard enough to hurt but not to break the skin. Some lines shouldn't be crossed in reality. Others should be as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
“Careful,” Austria hissed.
“Really think I can hurt an empire like you?”
“No,” Austria said, relaxing under his hands. The answer Croatia had been looking for was yes. But if Austria was up for it, fine. No reason to be careful. Fuck the piano too. Austria yelped when he got thrown on top of it, then he let out a short nervous laugh.
“Be careful with the piano,” Austria ordered but in the end he went with whatever Croatia wanted, perhaps he secretly dreamed of being violently screwed on the top of his piano hard enough to need it repaired afterward or he wanted to forget about Hungary that desperately. It didn't really matter.
Later, much later, when Hungary was subdued but not subdued enough, she and Austria held hands and announced their engagement.
“I'll hope you be happy together,” Croatia said, unable to keep the bitterness from his voice.
“I love Hungary,” Austria said. He didn't even lie and say he was sorry. Why should he be sorry? He got everything he wanted, easy sex from his minion and still marrying the girl of his dream, making the the empire of Austria-Hungary when it should have been Austria-Hungary-Croatia at the very least.
“I'm sure you do.”
Austria blushed bright red all the way down his neck. Hungary looked at Croatia, thoughtfully. She wasn't as innocent as she liked to claim.
“We will be very happy together,” she said, pressing Austria's hand so hard he whimpered a little.
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Hungary made a special effort to not look at Russia, who had been very persuasive in arranging that marriage. Croatia fond it darkly amusing that Austria had to send Russia after her to convince her. He wouldn't have been that stingy if Austria had offered to name the empire Austria-Croatia instead... France and England argued loudly over something no one else gave a shit about, not even able to behave like civilized people on a day like this.
Prussia, the enemy from just a second ago, was invited as well of some reason. He looked extremely displeased and misplaced, latching on to Croatia since he had been stupid enough to smile politely at him when he arrived. Croatia quickly regretted it, Prussia was insanely badly tempered and complained about every single thing he could think of. Well, he was right about the part about Austria's ugly smug face.
“Are you thinking the same as me?” Prussia continued. “Austria should wear that damn dress, he's not the one wearing the pants in that relationships anyway.”
“Mmphf.” The inner picture that summoned was both very wrong and strangely exciting. Austria, the piano and a wedding dress. Croatia fantasies started to get out of control...
“Sappiness makes me want to throw up,” Prussia said, pleased over finding someone who was willing to listen to his ranting. “Clustering is for the weak.”
Croatia stopped up, truly listening for the first time. Prussia was powerful, maybe he had depths of hidden wisdom beneath all the annoying behavior.
“I never thought of it like that. You're right, if you hadn't weakened Austria he wouldn't be forced to marry Hungary now... Someone who is strong can stand alone.”
“Yeah... That was surely a awesome thing of me to do... It makes me want to cry how stupid this is.”
Prussia even had tears in his eyes.
“Me too,” Croatia agreed.
It was disgusting how they were holding hands like blushing virgins, as if Croatia didn't count. He showed none of it and congratulated them both with a smile. Clustering was for the weak anyway. He would save the truth for a rainy day, to throw in Hungary's face. I fucked your husband before you did.
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And that last line, XD.
Thank you so much! >
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And that final part, with Prussia and Croatia crying about their lost loves how fucking stupid the whole thing is and nothing else! was hilarious and sad at the same time.
Aaaaand now I have a crush on your Croatia. Well, I liked the country a lot even before, and since what I've seen of Croatia was very pretty I picture him as very pretty too, and, well. Yeah.
What happens if I ship him with Serbia? Or with Italy?
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I imagine later Austria felt like Croatia took advantage of him being depressed and Croatia feels used and dismissed too.. Not a pairing meant to be...
I think Croatia is very good looking too. Hungary's hot resentful minion.
if you ship Croatia with Serbia Yugoslavia happens...
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