Go Get Your Gun (5a/?)
anonymous
February 17 2011, 04:42:06 UTC
I am so, so sorry this took so long. Also thank you to you people who have been commenting, I love you aaaaaaall. (Sorry for not commenting back more, too. orz [is an awkward turtle that never knows what to say]) I also apologise for my fail sense of humour. And uh. The fact Russia and America barely got to talk. Next chapter, I promise! orz
One new message! Arthur's email chimed cheerily.
Arthur, on the other hand, took one look at its sender and felt his lips twitch violently downward.
It wasn't that he disliked his boss, exactly. He actually liked Erzsébet a good deal, since he'd joined her little newspaper and found something of a good friend and confidante in her as well. So no, it wasn't that he disliked her.
She just had the tendency to be overly interested in his love life (or lack thereof), and even more irritatingly, had the tendency to send emails like this.
You like those spelling-grammar fiddly things, right? Here're some of the less urgent articles I want you to look over. Thanks!
♥ Your wonderful boss, Erzsébet
For God's sake, he was her advice columnist, not her sodding editor!
Even if he would end up proofreading the articles anyway.
The phone rang before he could launch into a muttered tirade over Hungarian witches who presumed too damn much, thank you. Experience had him checking caller ID before picking up, but it was only Matthew, who - of the list of people that had his number - was one of the few whom he actually liked.
(He never could figure out why so many irritating people had his number, including a certain thrice-damned trio of former university mates. Changing numbers hadn't helped the first or second time, either. They somehow, always, managed to get their paws on it anyway.)
"Hello, Arthur Kirkland speaking."
"Is there some secret identical brother or cousin of mine you've all been hiding!?"
Then again, being likable didn't necessarily preclude being sane. He shot a sideways look to where he held the phone before saying, "...I beg your pardon?"
"There's this guy! He walked into my workplace, and he looks almost exactly like me. He could be my twin, except I'm fairly sure I don't have a twin, and Arthur, it's kind of freaking me out here."
"...You know you shouldn't smoke up before you go to work."
On the other end of the phone line, his cousin made a noise like an angry beaver's. Or what he thought an angry beaver might sound like. Perhaps, thinking to the several times he'd offended one of his tenants' friends, 'affronted troll' would be more accurate. "Oh my god, you dick, I'm not high!"
The pause that crept through the phone line was longer this time. He let the weight of silent judgment speak for him, though in truth, he had little room to talk. He had his own vices in drink and the occasional cigarette, and though the smoking had never affected his work, there had been times he'd done articles not quite yet sober. He cleared his throat. "....So you were saying you have some sort of doppelganger."
"Yes, and he's completely crazy."
"Mmhmm," he hummed, placating. On the computer screen, the number of red squiggles decorating the latest article Erzsébet sent mocked him. "Surely you're overreacting a tad, aren't you? He can't be that odd. After all, you told me once you thought me mad the first time we met."
The judging silence came from the other end of the phone line this time. "I was nine. You were thirteen. And you had just introduced me to what you said was a flying mint bunny, whom you called your best friend. You've no right to say anything, anyway. You willingly dated Gilbert Beilschmidt."
Go Get Your Gun (5b/?)
anonymous
February 17 2011, 04:43:08 UTC
Ah, Gilbert. Those had been good times. Good, crazy times he'd spent a little off his head, and though he couldn't truthfully say he even really liked Gilbert, there were times the German - pardon, Prussian - could be decent company. "He wasn't that bad, compared to the... other two. Rather good in bed, actually. Well, he did have a tendency to scratch and bite like a cat in heat, but--"
"Please, please stop talking, I really don't want to hear this."
"Too much?" There was a sort of vindictive glee in his voice that was only egged on by the furious editing he was doing concurrently. One by one, beneath his imperious gaze, zed's were changed to s's, u's were inserted where proper. Incorrect grammar scrambled to fix itself. It was hard to resist translating the whole article into proper English entirely - for translating it would be, with none of that silly American slang - but the last time he'd done so, he'd received an earful from Erzsébet and been forced to redo his editing under threat of frying pan.
Crazy broad. He still thought if he had to do extra work, he should at least be allowed to do it his way.
"I hate you so much right now," Matthew fervently assured him. "Listen, I- what?" and then Matthew's voice grew fainter as the young man's words were directed elsewhere. "My shift doesn't end for hours-- Yes, please go do whatever you have to do. ...Yes, yes, I promise I won't go anywhere before you come back." And then even softer, that Arthur had to strain to hear it, "Probably."
"...Matthew?"
When his cousin began speaking again, his voice had returned to normal volume. "Sorry, sorry. That was the, um, the crazy guy. He finally left. I think he was seriously considering staying my entire shift though. Which... speaking of, I'm really sorry for dropping this on you with such short notice, but when would be a good time for you to meet him?"
Arthur didn't have to think on that before he had an answer. Truth be told, most days the rest of the world could go hang, for all he cared. "Never. I'd rather not have any more madmen in my life, thank you."
On the other end of the line, Matthew sputtered. "B-but, you were the one who was saying he couldn't be that crazy!"
"Mm, yes, quite so." It was amazing how a good cup of tea made everything better, whether it be terrible writing or flustered relatives trying to foist their problems onto him. "Congratulations, you convinced me."
"So much hate," he thought he heard Matthew mutter. Any petty glee he gained evaporated when Matthew spoke up again though, with a voice sounding as if it couldn't settle between apologetic and smug. "...Did I mention the guy was looking for an apartment?"
What that meant took scant moments to sink into Arthur's brain. The curses that followed could strip a wall of its plaster.
And by the time he tried to demand more information, Matthew had already hung up.
Go Get Your Gun (5c/?)
anonymous
February 17 2011, 04:48:21 UTC
"Like I keep sayin', ya never heard o' somethin' like sunflower mania. Know why? That's 'cause tulips're better."
"There you go being silly again! You are being silly, yes? Of course you are. Tulips are all flash and very useless. You agree, yes? You can't say they're better than sunflowers, yes? You can't even eat them, yes?"
"Why don't ya go ahead an' try eatin' a tulip t' see?"
"Maybe you should eat it instead, if you love them so much?"
If Sadik didn't know better, he'd have said there was honest curiosity in the damned Russian's eyes. As it was, they'd been fighting over the same topic for the better part of six or so years now, and Braginski still hadn't had the sense to give in and admit he was right.
He knew better. "Eat this."
His fist was two inches from Braginski - who was already moving to grab it straight on - when the bells on the door chimed the arrival of a customer. The sound brought Sadik's punch to a halt; they'd both learned to restrain themselves around customers after the incident with the Zwingli girl. They had not had a happy doctor on their hands after they'd frightened Lili the one time, and an angry Vash was an extremely dangerous Vash with a side dish of collateral damage. He'd ended up having to fork over hard-earned cash to buy some quality sweets as an apology to the girl before Vash was mollified. Being in the business he was in, he didn't want to end up needing the doctor's services only to find Vash was still pissed and holding a grudge against him.
Braginski seemed to have apologised because he had a soft spot for the little lady. Weird as hell as that was to think about.
Come to think of it, as he watched Braginski duck his head down, shuffle from foot to foot and smile, what was really weird as hell was Braginski's reaction to the kid that had just walked in. And the fact the kid beamed back with a "Hey, Ivan, right? Told you I'd be back!" Anyone who caused that sort of reaction in Braginski and returned it had to have something off about him - just look at that Feliciano kid. Adorable, but seriously weird.
Shit, it meant Braginski had probably gotten his claws into this one already. On the other hand, fresh meat was fresh meat.
Sadik was banking on that fact when he sauntered forward, tossed an arm around the kid's shoulder after a measuring once-over that - oh ho! - had Braginski glowering. He had to hand it to the kid - after a tense moment, the guy didn't seem all that fazed at having his personal space invaded. "You're new around here, ain'tcha kid?"
"Yeah! You could tell that just by looking?"
"Kid," Sadik said with a hearty clap on the back. "Ya haven't been welcomed 'til ya been asked and yer choice's been made. So choose wisely." And because he was such a friendly guy, he was even gonna lower his sunglasses and ask nicely. "Are ya on the great and glorious Team Tulips? Or... Team Sunflowers?"
The kid stared blankly back. "....Team what and what?"
"Never mind him, Alfred." Aha! So the kid's name was Alfred. It sounded terribly familiar, as though he'd heard the name recently, but from where, it kept slipping from Sadik's brain. "My comrade is not all there in his mental facilities--"
"Hey."
"--you understand, yes? You are a sensible young man who will agree that sunflowers are better than tulips."
Go Get Your Gun (5d/?)
anonymous
February 17 2011, 04:57:49 UTC
Oh, it was on. Braginski was going to regret that, as soon as this Alfred left after making the obviously correct choice of 'tulips'.
"Ohhh," Alfred said, his eyes widening with comprehension. "Is that what he was going on about?" The kid turned to him next, incredulity clearly visible. "Dude, why didn't you just say so?"
Which made him pause and mentally replay the words he'd spoken. Even doing so though, he couldn't figure where'd things'd gotten lost in translation, metaphorically speaking and all. "...Wasn't that what I said? Coulda sworn it was."
"Nnnnno."
Sadik coughed into the awkward silence that had settled. "So ya still haven't answered the question," he said after a bit, even backing off a little so the kid wouldn't be too overwhelmed by his great and manly presence. "Alfred, was it? Sadik Adnan. Pleasure. And ya already seem t'know Braginski there."
"Yup! That's my name. Alfred F. Jones, don't wear it out. Question? The flowers, right. Sunflowers, I guess. They're pretty delicious!"
--F. Jones. By Allah, no wonder the name had sounded so familiar.
The dull roar in his ears muted out the rest of the world; even Braginski's creepy giggling, his "You have good taste. Aha, 'taste'! I made a... word play, you call it? Very funny, yes?" only just filtered in. In the middle of the small flower shop, he began laughing, deep and rich and a little hysterical, because this was the new Don on the block. A little brat that liked sunflowers. No wonder Herakles had a good impression of the new boss.
Somehow, Sadik had the feeling things were about to get interesting.
"Uhhh, you okay, dude?" Alfred had slowly been edging away from Sadik in the past few moments, not that anyone could really blame him.
Sadik's grin was a little too manic still when he replied. "Just fine, kid." In one movement, he whipped back on his sunglasses and shifted so he could whisper into Alfred's ear. "An' when ya go to war, I might join ya even."
Sadik walked out of the store feeling like he'd gotten the last laugh.
A timeline so far in case any of you were wondering. Guasconi (oh, you convenient villain OC) is offed about a week before the fic starts at part 1. Then parts 1-3 are all the same day, with parts 4-6 (5 being this part) taking place the next. Hopefully day 2 should conclude in part 6. (So yeah, a lot's sorta happening at once. Also, if there's one thing that spreads hilariously fast, it's gossip.)
So in this part - flowers, serious fucking business. Apparently sunflowers are super useful! Even for more than just oil and for eating. I can sort of see why Russia loves them. (A sunflower's many uses, if you're interested! http://bit.ly/fDm5bZ ) On the other hand, tulips? Only really good for looking pretty, driving people crazy over them (lolol HRE - http://bit.ly/gUnPjs ), and having a bunch of meanings attached to them, depending on the colour. And yeah, they're, uh. not really all that edible - and the bulb is in fact poisonous! - unless you want to put the effort into preparing it properly. (See http://bit.ly/xvlrE . But then again, why would you do that unless you had to.)
Re: Go Get Your Gun (5d/?)
anonymous
February 17 2011, 09:12:49 UTC
*Sputters in unholy glee*
THIS! This was brilliant! The phone conversation between Matthew and Arthur had me grinning like a loon. The fact that Matthew considers dating Gilbert on the same level of crazy as an imaginary mint bunny (and at 13, Arthur you absolute nutter) is priceless.
(He never could figure out why so many irritating people had his number, including a certain thrice-damned trio of former university mates. Changing numbers hadn't helped the first or second time, either. They somehow, always, managed to get their paws on it anyway.) Oh Arthur, you love it. now go have hot sex with all three
"Kid," Sadik said with a hearty clap on the back. "Ya haven't been welcomed 'til ya been asked and yer choice's been made. So choose wisely." And because he was such a friendly guy, he was even gonna lower his sunglasses and ask nicely. "Are ya on the great and glorious Team Tulips? Or... Team Sunflowers?"
The ominous pause between Team Tulips and Team Sunflowers had me laughing so hard. I am really looking forward to more :)
Re: Go Get Your Gun (5d/?)
anonymous
February 18 2011, 04:40:14 UTC
Thank you so much for your comment! It seriously made my day. :D :D :D BUT YES, hahaha, Arthur is a special, special boy. man. whatever. ("Is too! Just because you cannot see him doesn't mean Flying Mint Bunny is not real!" And then later, Matthew whispered to his mom, "Mooom, do I have to play with Arthur again? He's weird. >:")
I have headcanon for this 'verse that he has fucked all of them at one point or another. Usually at least slightly inebriated. (If you ask him, that's the only way to get through sex with the blasted frog.) Nowadays he is being a stodgy old man-- I MEAN, a gentleman who does not lay about, thank you very much. (Yeah, sure Arthur. suuuuuure.)
Re: Go Get Your Gun (5d/?)
anonymous
February 18 2011, 10:53:44 UTC
I share your head cannon when it comes to promiscuous Arthur. And I loved that he is comfortable enough with his sexuality to use previous exploits as vindictive argument points against poor unfortunate Matthew.
Maybe he is just laying low so Erzsébet will get off his back? She is a total creeper well meaning but slightly nosy boss. :D
Re: Go Get Your Gun (5d/?)
anonymous
February 19 2011, 10:53:55 UTC
I like to think that for Arthur, sex in general is a perfectly valid topic! It's when one starts straying onto the topic of kinks, that he starts getting flustered because he thinks his might be considered depraved.
Hahaha yes. It probably doesn't help she shares all the gossip with Feliks. I am possibly having way too much fun figuring out how everyone is connected, even if they might never show up. [should do a relationship chart some time]
Re: Go Get Your Gun (5d/?)
anonymous
February 18 2011, 04:44:24 UTC
...oh yeah, I keep forgetting to post I'm the authornon. (oops)
Thank you so much for readinggggg ♥ Haha, he is very different from what everyone expects! It's like, an outsider took out arsehole Guasconi in cold blood!? What must this dude be like!? and then they actually meet Alfred, and. lol.
Though yeah, he'll be having some not so sweet moments soon eventually as well, which I hope won't be too disappointing/OOC. orz
Love your long update <3 Finally Arthur! Editor...uh, column adviser Arthur! *A* The job fits him well! Can imagine him being picky on every single word, getting grumpy but still getting his job done <3 And Arthur's crazy past!! WITH GILBERT OMG LMAO Love the conversation between Matthew and Arthur! Alfred, Ivan would totally fall for you because you choose team sunflower <3
Re: Happy!OP
anonymous
February 18 2011, 05:00:34 UTC
Authornon here is sorry it's taking so long! I went to see today how long I was taking between updates since I first started the fill, and the time between updates has only been getting longer and longer. orz (yeah, uh, let's just hope next fill doesn't end up coming like. two months later or something. orz)
No nonsense column adviser Arthur under a female nickname, in fact! xD (IT AMUSED ME and I admit, that's what's driving most of the smaller decisions in this fill. >>; ) I AM GLAD I HAVEN'T PUT YOU OFF SO FAR since I've basically been going wheeeeeeee with all the characters. And uh. hoping I am writing them properly. [rolls]
Sunflowers are awesome, Alfred agrees! They can make a sunflower paradise together! T^Td
Re: Go Get Your Gun (5d/?)
anonymous
February 20 2011, 14:37:09 UTC
Yes! Updates! I seriously love this fill and squealed when I saw the update on the fills page.
My favorite part was definitely the interaction with Ivan, Sadik, and Alfred. I mean the argument about whether tulips or sunflowers were better was actually kinda silly and it made me grin like an idiot. Alfred's reason for choosing sunflower was so adorkable.
And-and, this part here:Sadik's grin was a little too manic still when he replied. "Just fine, kid." In one movement, he whipped back on his sunglasses and shifted so he could whisper into Alfred's ear. "An' when ya go to war, I might join ya even." o//o idk why I just found it so hot.
DEfintely can't wait till the next update! Please don't abandon this author-anon.
One new message! Arthur's email chimed cheerily.
Arthur, on the other hand, took one look at its sender and felt his lips twitch violently downward.
It wasn't that he disliked his boss, exactly. He actually liked Erzsébet a good deal, since he'd joined her little newspaper and found something of a good friend and confidante in her as well. So no, it wasn't that he disliked her.
She just had the tendency to be overly interested in his love life (or lack thereof), and even more irritatingly, had the tendency to send emails like this.
You like those spelling-grammar fiddly things, right? Here're some of the less urgent articles I want you to look over. Thanks!
♥ Your wonderful boss, Erzsébet
For God's sake, he was her advice columnist, not her sodding editor!
Even if he would end up proofreading the articles anyway.
The phone rang before he could launch into a muttered tirade over Hungarian witches who presumed too damn much, thank you. Experience had him checking caller ID before picking up, but it was only Matthew, who - of the list of people that had his number - was one of the few whom he actually liked.
(He never could figure out why so many irritating people had his number, including a certain thrice-damned trio of former university mates. Changing numbers hadn't helped the first or second time, either. They somehow, always, managed to get their paws on it anyway.)
"Hello, Arthur Kirkland speaking."
"Is there some secret identical brother or cousin of mine you've all been hiding!?"
Then again, being likable didn't necessarily preclude being sane. He shot a sideways look to where he held the phone before saying, "...I beg your pardon?"
"There's this guy! He walked into my workplace, and he looks almost exactly like me. He could be my twin, except I'm fairly sure I don't have a twin, and Arthur, it's kind of freaking me out here."
"...You know you shouldn't smoke up before you go to work."
On the other end of the phone line, his cousin made a noise like an angry beaver's. Or what he thought an angry beaver might sound like. Perhaps, thinking to the several times he'd offended one of his tenants' friends, 'affronted troll' would be more accurate. "Oh my god, you dick, I'm not high!"
The pause that crept through the phone line was longer this time. He let the weight of silent judgment speak for him, though in truth, he had little room to talk. He had his own vices in drink and the occasional cigarette, and though the smoking had never affected his work, there had been times he'd done articles not quite yet sober. He cleared his throat. "....So you were saying you have some sort of doppelganger."
"Yes, and he's completely crazy."
"Mmhmm," he hummed, placating. On the computer screen, the number of red squiggles decorating the latest article Erzsébet sent mocked him. "Surely you're overreacting a tad, aren't you? He can't be that odd. After all, you told me once you thought me mad the first time we met."
The judging silence came from the other end of the phone line this time. "I was nine. You were thirteen. And you had just introduced me to what you said was a flying mint bunny, whom you called your best friend. You've no right to say anything, anyway. You willingly dated Gilbert Beilschmidt."
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"Please, please stop talking, I really don't want to hear this."
"Too much?" There was a sort of vindictive glee in his voice that was only egged on by the furious editing he was doing concurrently. One by one, beneath his imperious gaze, zed's were changed to s's, u's were inserted where proper. Incorrect grammar scrambled to fix itself. It was hard to resist translating the whole article into proper English entirely - for translating it would be, with none of that silly American slang - but the last time he'd done so, he'd received an earful from Erzsébet and been forced to redo his editing under threat of frying pan.
Crazy broad. He still thought if he had to do extra work, he should at least be allowed to do it his way.
"I hate you so much right now," Matthew fervently assured him. "Listen, I- what?" and then Matthew's voice grew fainter as the young man's words were directed elsewhere. "My shift doesn't end for hours-- Yes, please go do whatever you have to do. ...Yes, yes, I promise I won't go anywhere before you come back." And then even softer, that Arthur had to strain to hear it, "Probably."
"...Matthew?"
When his cousin began speaking again, his voice had returned to normal volume. "Sorry, sorry. That was the, um, the crazy guy. He finally left. I think he was seriously considering staying my entire shift though. Which... speaking of, I'm really sorry for dropping this on you with such short notice, but when would be a good time for you to meet him?"
Arthur didn't have to think on that before he had an answer. Truth be told, most days the rest of the world could go hang, for all he cared. "Never. I'd rather not have any more madmen in my life, thank you."
On the other end of the line, Matthew sputtered. "B-but, you were the one who was saying he couldn't be that crazy!"
"Mm, yes, quite so." It was amazing how a good cup of tea made everything better, whether it be terrible writing or flustered relatives trying to foist their problems onto him. "Congratulations, you convinced me."
"So much hate," he thought he heard Matthew mutter. Any petty glee he gained evaporated when Matthew spoke up again though, with a voice sounding as if it couldn't settle between apologetic and smug. "...Did I mention the guy was looking for an apartment?"
What that meant took scant moments to sink into Arthur's brain. The curses that followed could strip a wall of its plaster.
And by the time he tried to demand more information, Matthew had already hung up.
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"There you go being silly again! You are being silly, yes? Of course you are. Tulips are all flash and very useless. You agree, yes? You can't say they're better than sunflowers, yes? You can't even eat them, yes?"
"Why don't ya go ahead an' try eatin' a tulip t' see?"
"Maybe you should eat it instead, if you love them so much?"
If Sadik didn't know better, he'd have said there was honest curiosity in the damned Russian's eyes. As it was, they'd been fighting over the same topic for the better part of six or so years now, and Braginski still hadn't had the sense to give in and admit he was right.
He knew better. "Eat this."
His fist was two inches from Braginski - who was already moving to grab it straight on - when the bells on the door chimed the arrival of a customer. The sound brought Sadik's punch to a halt; they'd both learned to restrain themselves around customers after the incident with the Zwingli girl. They had not had a happy doctor on their hands after they'd frightened Lili the one time, and an angry Vash was an extremely dangerous Vash with a side dish of collateral damage. He'd ended up having to fork over hard-earned cash to buy some quality sweets as an apology to the girl before Vash was mollified. Being in the business he was in, he didn't want to end up needing the doctor's services only to find Vash was still pissed and holding a grudge against him.
Braginski seemed to have apologised because he had a soft spot for the little lady. Weird as hell as that was to think about.
Come to think of it, as he watched Braginski duck his head down, shuffle from foot to foot and smile, what was really weird as hell was Braginski's reaction to the kid that had just walked in. And the fact the kid beamed back with a "Hey, Ivan, right? Told you I'd be back!" Anyone who caused that sort of reaction in Braginski and returned it had to have something off about him - just look at that Feliciano kid. Adorable, but seriously weird.
Shit, it meant Braginski had probably gotten his claws into this one already. On the other hand, fresh meat was fresh meat.
Sadik was banking on that fact when he sauntered forward, tossed an arm around the kid's shoulder after a measuring once-over that - oh ho! - had Braginski glowering. He had to hand it to the kid - after a tense moment, the guy didn't seem all that fazed at having his personal space invaded. "You're new around here, ain'tcha kid?"
"Yeah! You could tell that just by looking?"
"Kid," Sadik said with a hearty clap on the back. "Ya haven't been welcomed 'til ya been asked and yer choice's been made. So choose wisely." And because he was such a friendly guy, he was even gonna lower his sunglasses and ask nicely. "Are ya on the great and glorious Team Tulips? Or... Team Sunflowers?"
The kid stared blankly back. "....Team what and what?"
"Never mind him, Alfred." Aha! So the kid's name was Alfred. It sounded terribly familiar, as though he'd heard the name recently, but from where, it kept slipping from Sadik's brain. "My comrade is not all there in his mental facilities--"
"Hey."
"--you understand, yes? You are a sensible young man who will agree that sunflowers are better than tulips."
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"Ohhh," Alfred said, his eyes widening with comprehension. "Is that what he was going on about?" The kid turned to him next, incredulity clearly visible. "Dude, why didn't you just say so?"
Which made him pause and mentally replay the words he'd spoken. Even doing so though, he couldn't figure where'd things'd gotten lost in translation, metaphorically speaking and all. "...Wasn't that what I said? Coulda sworn it was."
"Nnnnno."
Sadik coughed into the awkward silence that had settled. "So ya still haven't answered the question," he said after a bit, even backing off a little so the kid wouldn't be too overwhelmed by his great and manly presence. "Alfred, was it? Sadik Adnan. Pleasure. And ya already seem t'know Braginski there."
"Yup! That's my name. Alfred F. Jones, don't wear it out. Question? The flowers, right. Sunflowers, I guess. They're pretty delicious!"
--F. Jones. By Allah, no wonder the name had sounded so familiar.
The dull roar in his ears muted out the rest of the world; even Braginski's creepy giggling, his "You have good taste. Aha, 'taste'! I made a... word play, you call it? Very funny, yes?" only just filtered in. In the middle of the small flower shop, he began laughing, deep and rich and a little hysterical, because this was the new Don on the block. A little brat that liked sunflowers. No wonder Herakles had a good impression of the new boss.
Somehow, Sadik had the feeling things were about to get interesting.
"Uhhh, you okay, dude?" Alfred had slowly been edging away from Sadik in the past few moments, not that anyone could really blame him.
Sadik's grin was a little too manic still when he replied. "Just fine, kid." In one movement, he whipped back on his sunglasses and shifted so he could whisper into Alfred's ear. "An' when ya go to war, I might join ya even."
Sadik walked out of the store feeling like he'd gotten the last laugh.
A timeline so far in case any of you were wondering. Guasconi (oh, you convenient villain OC) is offed about a week before the fic starts at part 1. Then parts 1-3 are all the same day, with parts 4-6 (5 being this part) taking place the next. Hopefully day 2 should conclude in part 6. (So yeah, a lot's sorta happening at once. Also, if there's one thing that spreads hilariously fast, it's gossip.)
So in this part - flowers, serious fucking business.
Apparently sunflowers are super useful! Even for more than just oil and for eating. I can sort of see why Russia loves them. (A sunflower's many uses, if you're interested! http://bit.ly/fDm5bZ )
On the other hand, tulips? Only really good for looking pretty, driving people crazy over them (lolol HRE - http://bit.ly/gUnPjs ), and having a bunch of meanings attached to them, depending on the colour. And yeah, they're, uh. not really all that edible - and the bulb is in fact poisonous! - unless you want to put the effort into preparing it properly. (See http://bit.ly/xvlrE . But then again, why would you do that unless you had to.)
...The more you know! /o/;
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THIS! This was brilliant! The phone conversation between Matthew and Arthur had me grinning like a loon. The fact that Matthew considers dating Gilbert on the same level of crazy as an imaginary mint bunny (and at 13, Arthur you absolute nutter) is priceless.
(He never could figure out why so many irritating people had his number, including a certain thrice-damned trio of former university mates. Changing numbers hadn't helped the first or second time, either. They somehow, always, managed to get their paws on it anyway.)
Oh Arthur, you love it. now go have hot sex with all three
"Kid," Sadik said with a hearty clap on the back. "Ya haven't been welcomed 'til ya been asked and yer choice's been made. So choose wisely." And because he was such a friendly guy, he was even gonna lower his sunglasses and ask nicely. "Are ya on the great and glorious Team Tulips? Or... Team Sunflowers?"
The ominous pause between Team Tulips and Team Sunflowers had me laughing so hard.
I am really looking forward to more :)
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I have headcanon for this 'verse that he has fucked all of them at one point or another. Usually at least slightly inebriated. (If you ask him, that's the only way to get through sex with the blasted frog.) Nowadays he is being a stodgy old man-- I MEAN, a gentleman who does not lay about, thank you very much. (Yeah, sure Arthur. suuuuuure.)
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Maybe he is just laying low so Erzsébet will get off his back?
She is a total creeper well meaning but slightly nosy boss. :D
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Hahaha yes. It probably doesn't help she shares all the gossip with Feliks. I am possibly having way too much fun figuring out how everyone is connected, even if they might never show up. [should do a relationship chart some time]
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Thank you so much for readinggggg ♥ Haha, he is very different from what everyone expects! It's like, an outsider took out arsehole Guasconi in cold blood!? What must this dude be like!? and then they actually meet Alfred, and. lol.
Though yeah, he'll be having some not so sweet moments soon eventually as well, which I hope won't be too disappointing/OOC. orz
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Finally Arthur! Editor...uh, column adviser Arthur! *A* The job fits him well! Can imagine him being picky on every single word, getting grumpy but still getting his job done <3
And Arthur's crazy past!! WITH GILBERT OMG LMAO
Love the conversation between Matthew and Arthur!
Alfred, Ivan would totally fall for you because you choose team sunflower <3
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No nonsense column adviser Arthur under a female nickname, in fact! xD (IT AMUSED ME and I admit, that's what's driving most of the smaller decisions in this fill. >>; ) I AM GLAD I HAVEN'T PUT YOU OFF SO FAR since I've basically been going wheeeeeeee with all the characters. And uh. hoping I am writing them properly. [rolls]
Sunflowers are awesome, Alfred agrees! They can make a sunflower paradise together! T^Td
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My favorite part was definitely the interaction with Ivan, Sadik, and Alfred. I mean the argument about whether tulips or sunflowers were better was actually kinda silly and it made me grin like an idiot. Alfred's reason for choosing sunflower was so adorkable.
And-and, this part here:Sadik's grin was a little too manic still when he replied. "Just fine, kid." In one movement, he whipped back on his sunglasses and shifted so he could whisper into Alfred's ear. "An' when ya go to war, I might join ya even." o//o idk why I just found it so hot.
DEfintely can't wait till the next update! Please don't abandon this author-anon.
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