[Part 18] Chapter 2c/9
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January 31 2012, 23:46:26 UTC
A muscle in Ludwig’s jaw twitched, it was the first sign of life he had given in a while.
Francis chose to interpret it as “you are absolutely right and in every way superior to England.” He gave Ludwig a saucy wink.
“You’ll make sure Ludwig doesn’t work too hard,” he informed the still dumbfounded chancellor breezily, “and you’ll keep Gilbert and the federal states out of trouble. Ludwig can’t handle the stress of their little squabbles right now!” He wagged the dinner knife imperiously in front of the chancellor’s dumbfounded face. “If I hear of one more instance of Prussia sticking Bavaria into the rain barrel, I’ll hold you personally responsible!”
“Francis!” Ludwig yelped, still red in the face, but now mortified for a completely different reason. “You can’t give orders to my boss!” he hissed urgently.
“Of course I can, mon cher,” Francis replied with a sweet smile and just as sweet little peck on the cheek. His eyes sparkled mischievously as Ludwig’s blush deepened again in response. “Oh! Make sure he eats well, too, he needs nutrients, and that he gets fresh air and sunshine.”
Ludwig coughed awkwardly, torn between feeling flattered and humiliated by Francis’ concern. “I’m not a plant,” he protested weakly. He struggled valiantly against the urge to fidget, but didn’t quite manage it. The bosses were still staring at him as if he had turned into a two-headed monster right in front of their eyes.
Francis scoffed. “Now that’s just plain silly! I wouldn’t make love with a plant!” A thoughtful expression appeared on his face. “Well, there was this one time back in…”
Dinner derailed.
Sweets were known to be soothing for the soul and this time was no different. The bosses looked livelier again after dessert, though it was unlikely they would ever be able to forget Francis’ very personal and even more detailed retelling of the Hundred Years’ War, the X-rated version. It was just as unlikely they would ever again be able to meet the eyes of the other involved nations.
Once the bosses had fled the room after uttering very stiff congratulations, their first words since Francis’ announcement, the Frenchman leant back in his chair. He crossed his arms behind his head and gave a self-satisfied laugh. “That went better than expected!”
Ludwig eyed Francis out of the corner of his eyes as he emptied his glass of water. He ducked his head slightly. “Thank you,” he said quietly.
Francis chuckled. His laughter started out mischievous, oh so pleased with the nasty prank he had played their leaders, but turned deep and sensuous before it faded away. “Anytime,” he purred as he slinked out of his chair and straddled Ludwig’s legs. He predictably opened his mouth to protest about public places and inappropriate behavior, but Francis captured it in a kiss before he could utter so much as a peep. He grinned against Ludwig’s lips. He was undoubtedly the superior tactician in the field of love.
To be continued…
Footnotes: The founding of the German Empire was proclaimed 1871 in Versailles after the Germans had taken Paris in the German-French war. Predictably, the French were not amused.
Francis chose to interpret it as “you are absolutely right and in every way superior to England.” He gave Ludwig a saucy wink.
“You’ll make sure Ludwig doesn’t work too hard,” he informed the still dumbfounded chancellor breezily, “and you’ll keep Gilbert and the federal states out of trouble. Ludwig can’t handle the stress of their little squabbles right now!” He wagged the dinner knife imperiously in front of the chancellor’s dumbfounded face. “If I hear of one more instance of Prussia sticking Bavaria into the rain barrel, I’ll hold you personally responsible!”
“Francis!” Ludwig yelped, still red in the face, but now mortified for a completely different reason. “You can’t give orders to my boss!” he hissed urgently.
“Of course I can, mon cher,” Francis replied with a sweet smile and just as sweet little peck on the cheek. His eyes sparkled mischievously as Ludwig’s blush deepened again in response. “Oh! Make sure he eats well, too, he needs nutrients, and that he gets fresh air and sunshine.”
Ludwig coughed awkwardly, torn between feeling flattered and humiliated by Francis’ concern. “I’m not a plant,” he protested weakly. He struggled valiantly against the urge to fidget, but didn’t quite manage it. The bosses were still staring at him as if he had turned into a two-headed monster right in front of their eyes.
Francis scoffed. “Now that’s just plain silly! I wouldn’t make love with a plant!” A thoughtful expression appeared on his face. “Well, there was this one time back in…”
Dinner derailed.
Sweets were known to be soothing for the soul and this time was no different. The bosses looked livelier again after dessert, though it was unlikely they would ever be able to forget Francis’ very personal and even more detailed retelling of the Hundred Years’ War, the X-rated version. It was just as unlikely they would ever again be able to meet the eyes of the other involved nations.
Once the bosses had fled the room after uttering very stiff congratulations, their first words since Francis’ announcement, the Frenchman leant back in his chair. He crossed his arms behind his head and gave a self-satisfied laugh. “That went better than expected!”
Ludwig eyed Francis out of the corner of his eyes as he emptied his glass of water. He ducked his head slightly. “Thank you,” he said quietly.
Francis chuckled. His laughter started out mischievous, oh so pleased with the nasty prank he had played their leaders, but turned deep and sensuous before it faded away. “Anytime,” he purred as he slinked out of his chair and straddled Ludwig’s legs. He predictably opened his mouth to protest about public places and inappropriate behavior, but Francis captured it in a kiss before he could utter so much as a peep. He grinned against Ludwig’s lips. He was undoubtedly the superior tactician in the field of love.
To be continued…
Footnotes: The founding of the German Empire was proclaimed 1871 in Versailles after the Germans had taken Paris in the German-French war. Predictably, the French were not amused.
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