Obeying Orders 3/?
anonymous
May 17 2009, 16:29:38 UTC
Germany walked slowly, very slowly; as if she had heavy iron clad boots in a magnetic floor. Her fingers were tightly grasping her hands, her breath was hard and deep; and she could easily feel and hear her heart pound through her chest, which heaved quite obviously along with her breathing. As she reached the door, an explosion of thoughts and feelings were racing through her head. What was she doing? Was this even right? Surely, it was an order; but just as the time in which Hitler ordered the separation, then execution of jews; this did not feel right. But.. It was a different kind of uncertainty in her. She did feel the dreadfulness that came with those other kind of decisions; it was a, dare she say, a personal hesitation? Even though she shuddered at the thought, they kept on developing as she reached the bolt. Why was she so afraid…no, she tried to reassure herself; just slightly troubled? Was it fear of failing to her authorities? Or something else? More personal? Emotional, perhaps? Like the possibility that Feliciano could reject her?
Aloïsia stopped dead, with her hand about to turn the bolt. So it was fear of rejection what troubled her… But why? She quickly tried to convince herself that it was, again, fright of failing her duties. But she could no longer be blinded by those false reasons... Instead, she quickly shook her head and opened the door once and for all, and stepped into her bedroom.
The room was empty.
All that build up tension, finally gave in. She stared at the vacant room, with a blank face; her limbs began to shake as all of her previous emotions flowed out of her body. Deep inside, she felt truly grateful at this, because she had not prepared herself entirely on how to approach this situation. Aloïsia decided to make the bed before going to find the Italian, this way she could think of other approaches on the situation. She found Feliciano’s clothes under the bed, and was relieved that there was no underwear in the bunch she neatly ordered, meaning he would be wearing them while around her house.
After finishing her cleaning, she headed out to look for the volatile country through her house. The search was not long, since after looking at two bedrooms, the smell of Italian spices began to float on the air. Germany had to change strategies fast, as she approached the kitchen; she had to think of a way of turning food into her ally, not her enemy, in the approach to Feliciano.
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Aloïsia stopped dead, with her hand about to turn the bolt. So it was fear of rejection what troubled her… But why? She quickly tried to convince herself that it was, again, fright of failing her duties. But she could no longer be blinded by those false reasons... Instead, she quickly shook her head and opened the door once and for all, and stepped into her bedroom.
The room was empty.
All that build up tension, finally gave in. She stared at the vacant room, with a blank face; her limbs began to shake as all of her previous emotions flowed out of her body. Deep inside, she felt truly grateful at this, because she had not prepared herself entirely on how to approach this situation. Aloïsia decided to make the bed before going to find the Italian, this way she could think of other approaches on the situation. She found Feliciano’s clothes under the bed, and was relieved that there was no underwear in the bunch she neatly ordered, meaning he would be wearing them while around her house.
After finishing her cleaning, she headed out to look for the volatile country through her house. The search was not long, since after looking at two bedrooms, the smell of Italian spices began to float on the air. Germany had to change strategies fast, as she approached the kitchen; she had to think of a way of turning food into her ally, not her enemy, in the approach to Feliciano.
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Must get off to work, I will probably finish at night, and post it either today or tomorrow evening.
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