Obeying Orders 4/?
anonymous
May 19 2009, 20:37:31 UTC
The kitchen, to Germany’s surprise was not much of a mess when she arrived to see Feliciano humming while working there. She was the one who got up early mornings to make breakfast, to both when the Italian appeared on her bed. But when he at her home at lunch or dinnertime, she braced herself as she knew she would have to prepare herself for a three hour cleaning; as the other country just smiled while covered in flour, whisk and bowl at hand, cooking a delicious(wurst-less in Italy’s standards) dinner or lunch.
Italy seemed to be concentrated on watching the contents of a pan, while mixing spices on a bowl and preparing to butter some bread. Aloïsia could not help but feel a sort of pleasant feeling as she watched the scene, she could still not get used to have someone take care of her in such ways.
“Ve~?” Feliciano cocked his head towards her when he finished preparing the bed.
He stopped all the commotion he seemed to have been absorbed with, and just stared petrified at Germany with a shocked face.
“Eh…?” Was all that Italy managed to express with his gaping mouth and eyes.
It took some seconds for Aloïsia to understand what had been the Italian’s fixation over her. She realized that she had very tousled hair and a slightly revealing short bath robe that had been put on with little time and care; her supposedly ‘sexually attractive’ image...
Germany at recognition instantly froze. She could not think straight, she merely raised her hand slightly towards the kitchen,“It… uh… It’s burning…” Was the only thing she was able to babble out of the pure embarrassment her mind seemed to have been consumed.
“Ah!” Italy exclaimed as he swiftly turned to take care and salvage the food that had been left at the stove.
Aloïsia moved in a flash as she tried to recover some dignity, she closed and pulled down the robe as much as it was possible for the short garment; she tried her best to pull back her hair the usual hair, but it had quickly dried off into that scruffy way. Then, she darted towards one of her chairs and sat down, in a last desperate attempt to conceal her overly exposed legs.
She could have sworn that Feliciano had glanced at her for a second with a timid look and pink hue over his cheeks; yet it seemed to have been nothing in comparison to the crimson that was consuming Aloïsia’s whole face. But she did doubt her eyesight, since second after her supposed vision, Italy turned to her with his usual cheery face with no hint of the previous expression. He approached Aloïsia with a mug filled with black coffee and the newspaper, a weak muffled ‘thanks’ could barely be heard over the bashful country that kept head down, in hopes to hide her colorful face. As Italy pranced back to the kitchen, and Germany could not help thinking that the roles in such relationship(‘professional, friendship, political union’ where the words that raced through her mind) were slightly off…
‘Roles?’ She thought as the word triggered her memory back. ‘Agh! The order!’ She inwardly exclaimed as she mentally slapped herself.
Physically though, she slowly sipped her coffee while appearing to read the newspaper she held with her other hand, it was impressive the way she would not express the nervous wreck that was taking place inside her.
Re: Obeying Orders 4/?
anonymous
May 20 2009, 07:33:38 UTC
Only Italy would be just as afraid as he is embarrassed after seeing Germany like that. Guess he thought she'd yell at him for staring? That made me laugh. Cant wait for more!
Italy seemed to be concentrated on watching the contents of a pan, while mixing spices on a bowl and preparing to butter some bread. Aloïsia could not help but feel a sort of pleasant feeling as she watched the scene, she could still not get used to have someone take care of her in such ways.
“Ve~?” Feliciano cocked his head towards her when he finished preparing the bed.
He stopped all the commotion he seemed to have been absorbed with, and just stared petrified at Germany with a shocked face.
“Eh…?” Was all that Italy managed to express with his gaping mouth and eyes.
It took some seconds for Aloïsia to understand what had been the Italian’s fixation over her. She realized that she had very tousled hair and a slightly revealing short bath robe that had been put on with little time and care; her supposedly ‘sexually attractive’ image...
Germany at recognition instantly froze. She could not think straight, she merely raised her hand slightly towards the kitchen,“It… uh… It’s burning…” Was the only thing she was able to babble out of the pure embarrassment her mind seemed to have been consumed.
“Ah!” Italy exclaimed as he swiftly turned to take care and salvage the food that had been left at the stove.
Aloïsia moved in a flash as she tried to recover some dignity, she closed and pulled down the robe as much as it was possible for the short garment; she tried her best to pull back her hair the usual hair, but it had quickly dried off into that scruffy way. Then, she darted towards one of her chairs and sat down, in a last desperate attempt to conceal her overly exposed legs.
She could have sworn that Feliciano had glanced at her for a second with a timid look and pink hue over his cheeks; yet it seemed to have been nothing in comparison to the crimson that was consuming Aloïsia’s whole face. But she did doubt her eyesight, since second after her supposed vision, Italy turned to her with his usual cheery face with no hint of the previous expression. He approached Aloïsia with a mug filled with black coffee and the newspaper, a weak muffled ‘thanks’ could barely be heard over the bashful country that kept head down, in hopes to hide her colorful face.
As Italy pranced back to the kitchen, and Germany could not help thinking that the roles in such relationship(‘professional, friendship, political union’ where the words that raced through her mind) were slightly off…
‘Roles?’ She thought as the word triggered her memory back. ‘Agh! The order!’ She inwardly exclaimed as she mentally slapped herself.
Physically though, she slowly sipped her coffee while appearing to read the newspaper she held with her other hand, it was impressive the way she would not express the nervous wreck that was taking place inside her.
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