Re: All's fair 7/eh?
anonymous
May 26 2009, 16:24:46 UTC
He considered it a just reward from heavens when he happened to spot Hungary stepping into a locker room...specifically, the same locker room he'd just gone in to chance his clothes.
What Hungary was doing in a men's locker room was anyone's guess, maybe she'd just mistaken the sign...except all that furtive glancing around from the door didn't seem to support that theory.
Oh well, good thing he'd been hidden behind a row of lockers just then. Just where he intended to stay, to finally catch a glimpse on something he'd always wanted to see...
Huh, she had padded...what'samacallit, bras? That'd be something to blackmail over, if he ever wanted to risk that.
Nice back, anyway, the skin all smooth with a few scars here and there. One particularly artistic one, curving on her lower back, bringing the gaze to...yes, very well formed buttocks. And now she was turning sideways to get her other clothes from the locker...wait, what.
Gilbert only realized he'd exclaimed in surprise when Hungary whirled around. They stared at each other for a frozen moment, and then she screeched and tried to cover herself with her...no, his hands?
Because, Gilbert was pretty sure girls didn't have certain parts Hungary clearly had inside her underpants. His. His flower patterned underpants with lace on them.
It was all pretty confusing.
He woke up from his confusion when Hungary took hold of his shirt and slammed him against the locker doors. She...he, whatever, Hungary looked angry and terrified and a bit sickened.
He couldn't help his eyes from drifting downwards, and Elizaveta flushed, suddenly looking just insecure. He let Gilbert go and wrapped his arms around himself in an protective manner.
"So, I guess Austria knows about...you being a guy?" Gilbert asked at last, curiously.
"Of course. Except I'm not." Hungary told him.
Gilbert looked her pointedly up and down, which...yup, still not bad to look at, if unexpected. Well endowed in other places, but still well endowed. Not as much as he was, though. Ha.
"Stop looking at me!" Elizaveta snapped.
"Just saying, you don't look like any girl I've ever seen."
"Yeah, well..." Hungary shrugged. "I was born like this. It just...didn't feel right. Still doesn't."
Gilbert blinked at him. Her? Then he blinked again.
"So...you're a girl?"
"Woman." Hungary corrected, standing straighter.
"Yeah whatever. Woman. Only with a man's body?"
Hungary sniffed, and nodded.
Gilbert considered this. Weird. But then he'd seen some weird things in his time.
"Okay. But why didn't you just say that years ago?"
Hungary opened her mouth, and then closed it again.
"I. Thought you might be..."
She slapped a hand over her face, giggling slightly hysterically.
"Right, I forgot just how simple you are," she mumbled, so quietly Gilbert almost didn't catch it.
He leered at her, and then spun them quickly around, so that it was now her with her back to the lockers. He didn't shake her though, just pressed close, glad he'd happened to remove his shirt before Hungary's appearence.
"So was it this big..." and his eyes glanced down in a suggestive manner, making Hungary blush oh so prettily. "secret that made you stop me all those years ago? Cause it's not like it's a problem, ya know?"
Hungary narrowed her eyes at him, and he found himself hitting the floor, but (yes!) with a half naked Elizaveta on top of him. Just because his legs weren't made of flesh anymore didn't mean he couldn't take another down with him still.
Also good that the locker rooms had a mat, though still, ow.
And the thing with being half naked was, there were all kinds of things one could do to...distract one's opponent. Things not involving pain, even.
She wasn't expecting him to fondle her cock, for one. Hungary let out a surprised breath, her body going laz, and that was all Gilbert needed to reverse their positions and pin her arms above her head with one hand.
And this in turn left him free reign with the rest of Hungary's body...ah, her lips were still just as soft and nice, better start there...
Re: All's fair 8/you get the idea
anonymous
May 26 2009, 16:27:29 UTC
"G-Gilbert, what are you..."
Gilbert looked up from where he was playing with Elizaveta's nipples, with something he feared might be a pout. Because it would be really un-awesome if she said no again at this point.
"You mean you don't want to?" He asked in a low voice, moving his hips so his erection bumped hers. Talking of which, her undepants were starting to look pretty uncomfortable.
"Wait, you're goíng too fast."
Gilbert raised an eyebrow.
"How many more years do you want to wait?"
Hungary sighed in an exasperated way and closed her eyes, her skin flushing with both embarrasment and arousal, if Gilbert was any judge of her expression. Her hips nudged upwards, as if of their own volition.
"It's this stupid body, it's...embarrassing."
"Don't see anything wrong with it," Gilbert pointed out.
Elizaveta was looking at him now, with her pupils dilated, making her eyes a deeper green. She smiled crookedly, and when she spoke, her voice was lower than usual.
"It's all wrong, that's why. But...I've had some time to get used to it, at least."
Gilbert still didn't get that, really. But women were weird, nothing to it, he supposed.
He wrapped away her underpants instead, carefully. Hungary closed her eyes again, her breath hitching and her eyelids fluttering.
"Still feels good, though?" He said as he stroked the head of her cock with his thumb, smirking as a bead of precum leaked out under it. He spread it around, and then licked his hand so he could stroke the shaft properly.
"nn." Hungary said and squirmed under him, her arms flexing in his hold. Her eyes blinked open, now hazy with pleasure.
"let go..."
"What's that?"
"My arms, you can let go of them." Hungary told him a bit shakily.
He did, if a bit apprehensively, but she just wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. That was good too, more than good, with their cocks rubbing against each other
(Gilbert hadn't managed to ditch his trousers entirely, but he'd had more complicated sex than this in more clothing, so the point was moot)
It was around this point that he became aware that there was a third person in the room. A third person who was breathing kinda hard.
Re: All's fair 8/a few more?
anonymous
May 26 2009, 16:30:19 UTC
He wondered how long he'd been there, and whether he'd seen Elizaveta...he didn't get her secrecy, but she'd be upset, and then...
why was she smiling over his shoulder?
"Hello, Roderich." Elizaveta said in a low voice.
"So, he took it well?" Austria said behind him, as if he was talking about a fucking trade agreement or something.
"Mm." Hungary mumbled assentingly.
"What are you-" Gilbert started, but Hungary interrupted him.
"You know all those times I got to watch you and Roderich?"
Ah, so she had. Gilbert had wondered.
"He wanted to try it too." Hungary finished.
Behind them, there was the sound of a heavy coat hitting the floor.
"You don't mind if I do more than watch, do you Elize?" Austria asked, and damn him and his polite voice.
"Oh, not at all, dear." Hungary answered.
And they claimed they weren't married anymore. Pfft.
"You forgot to close the door." Austria said, and his admonishing tone was almost perfect, if he hadn't sounded so breathless.
"Forget?" Oh no..." Elizaveta purred, her hips twitching against Gilbert's, as if reminding him to move. He might have turned to look to see what Austria was up to, but then Elizaveta kissed him again, which was thoroughly distracting.
Specifically, distracting him from what Austria was doing, apparently. At least until he felt hands smoothing down his back, decidedly slippery hands.
"Say, Gilbert," Elizaveta mumbled between kisses "how about you can fuck me this time, and you let Austria do the same to you?"
Gilbert couldn't answer for a while, because Roderich hadn't waited for his permission to push those slippery fingers inside him.
"Ah, damn Austria...h-had to make your wife ask for that, did ya...hn."
Austria was chuckling, damn him.
"She wanted to. May I, Elize?"
She hummed and nodded, eyes closing as Austria presumably started preparing her.
Gilbert observed the change of emotions on that face as best as he could, noting the brief flicker of her eyelashes and the small gasps. Her lips were very red and almost bruised by now.
Austria leaned himself over Gilbert, his chest pressing against his back. It was very warm, almost uncomfortably so like this.
"She's beautiful, isn't she." Austria whispered reverently, and while Gilbert would never say it aloud, he had to agree with the sentiment. Him agreeing with the wimp, who'd have thought...alas, the guy was being way too slow here.
"Oy, Austria, hurry up already." Gilbert told him, shifting back onto the man's fingers, which kept twisting just so...
"He has such long fingers, doesn't he," Hungary mumbled, her mouth bending upwards in amusement.
In retaliation, Gilbert thrust against her erection, which made her moan and shift against him, legs twining around his. Gilbert was faintly aware that his knees would hate him later, but...damn them and damn later.
He was still thankful, in a distant sort of way, when Austria pulled him backwards, into his lap. Hungary kept kissing Gilbert as Austria sunk him down onto his cock, which was...nice, even if he hardly needed the distraction anymore. Still wanted to keep her close, though, and Hungary seemed to agree.
She pulled back once, to look the two of them up and down, the look on her face both turned on and strangely vulnerable.
Re: All's fair 10/ha, failed the last there :P
anonymous
May 26 2009, 16:31:53 UTC
Gilbert hardly realized he'd raised his arms for her, and then she was there, kissing him bruisingly hard, her hands wrapped around both of them.
Austria raised a hand to brush the side of her face, and whispered her name longingly. Hungary smiled, and then bent to kiss him over Gilbert's shoulder.
"You're a couple of saps, you know right?" Gilbert managed to say, earning a swat from Hungary. She didn't stop kissing Austria, though.
Gilbert shifted on Austria's cock, and Hungary delved deeper into his mouth, open around a sudden moan. When she pulled back her eyes were creased into a smile for them both.
"Thanks Gilbert." Hungary said, sniggering.
"No problem. You know how you can thank me even better..."
"Pervert." Hungary countered, but before Gilbert could point out that she clearly couldn't mind that much, she started lowering herself on him, leaving him incabable of contructing such a long sentence. For a moment, anyways.
"Ugh, so tight...the wimp never give it to you, does he?" Gilbert leered at her when it was an option again. Hungary was leaning her head on his shoulder, panting.
"Mm, what do you suppose?" she told him, smiling wickedly as Austria took that as his cue to move, making them both gasp.
Gilbert had to gather all of his willpower not to come too soon, what with Austria pounding his protate with each thrust, and Hungary pressed around his cock. For once he was actually glad of the twinges of pain in his knees, which were holding back some of the pleasure.
Still, he would not come before them, would not...okay, not before her at least. From the way her cock was leaking against his stomach, she wasn't too far off either. He curled a hand around her lenght, and Hungary whimpered, her head snapping back and her hips grinding down.
"There, come for me now," Gilbert whispered, almost desperate for release himself.
Then she was pulsing in his hand, and he couldn't hold back either, coming inside her so hard his vision went spotty. Austria growled, and bucked into him, the friction almost unbearable right then and...ah, he hadn't been that far behind, Gilbert thought, relieved.
Re: All's fair 11/11, at last :D
anonymous
May 26 2009, 16:36:19 UTC
They remained like that for a moment, hanging onto each other for an undeterminate time, until Gilbert remembered that he was sort of in pain, not that he was going to admit it.
"Hn, kinda getting crushed here you two," he noted eventually.
Hungary blinked at him and pulled back carefully.
"Oh! I forgot, are you..."
Gilbert shook his head, and then grinned.
"Better than good."
They didn't go far even once detaching theirselves, just enough to lie on the floor. All of them had slept in less comfortable places than the carpeted floor of a locker room, in their time.
Hungary curled in between the two of them, her head cushioned on Gilbert's chest, and Austria's coat covering her. Soon her breath slowed into sleep.
"So, she falls asleep after, then." Gilbert said after a while.
Austria made a noncommittal sound. When Gilbert turned his head to look at him, he was looking towards the roof, face peaceful, and a small smile gracing his lips. He turned to look back after a while, eyes enquiring.
"Did you two plan this or something?" Gilbert asked. He rather wanted to ask why, really, but somehow...he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
Austria looked thoughtful.
"Only a little. All's fair in love and war, right?" he said finally.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Gilbert asked, suspicious.
Austria sighed, and bent to brush at Hungary's hair. She sniffled and turned towards his hand in her sleep.
"Nothing, we just...well, I think she wanted to tell you a long time ago. She just wasn't sure how you'd react."
Gilbert considered this.
"Huh. What?" he asked as Austria started laughing quietly.
When he turned to look at Gilbert, there was a strangely open smile on his face, with some feeling in it Gilbert couldn't quite place.
It was affection, but he only learned that much later.
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Epilogue:
It was a party at a beach with almost everyone in attendance, and a series of one of those unbelievable coincidences, that only a group like theirs was cabable off.
First France had knocked a bucketful of water on Elizaveta (he'd meant to hit Seychelles and missed, Gilbert could just bet on it, because even France didn't usually dare annoy Hungary), making her blouse dangerously see through.
She went to change behind one of the flimsy, convertible screens that Japan had brought with him, in case anyone wanted to put on a swimsuit, and then...yes, of course Sealand threw a giant beachball, way out from the sea, and the screen tumbled down, just as she'd taken off all her clothes.
Inevitable, really.
Most of the people near enough turned to look, and Hungary's face turned a peculiar color. Sort of reddish green. Then she yelped and turned around, far too late.
Gilbert nudged France, who'd frozen in rubbing the hand shaped mark on his face, his mouth open in an O of surprise.
"Eeh?"
"I'd start running now if I was you." Gilbert told him, before getting up reluctantly to go shield the naked and no doubt shocked Hungary.
Austria had better hurry back with those drinks he'd went to get, they were more needed than ever now.
THE END~
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Re: All's fair 11/11, at last :D
anonymous
May 27 2009, 16:20:38 UTC
Wow... I wasn't expecting that. Not the angst... but you made up for it with the very hot threesome in the end! And that epilogue- Oh god... there's going to be quite a bit of mayhem in the end, now isn't there?
Re: All's fair 11/11, at last :D
anonymous
May 27 2009, 17:00:17 UTC
I believe it was the inherent angst that called forth my muses, really, though re-reading the prompt after writing I realized it was perhaps not ordered. But, well...what can I do. ^__^; Totally skipped out on writing said mayhem, haha. >3>;
Re: not OP, but...
anonymous
May 27 2009, 17:09:54 UTC
Phew, I'm so relieved. The last time I wrote genderswitch...well, besides feeling myself it was a bit of a mess with a few redeeming scenes, got 0 comments. That sort of this can be a bit...disheartening, is all I'm saying >_>; But I must practice, not complain! :'D
What Hungary was doing in a men's locker room was anyone's guess, maybe she'd just mistaken the sign...except all that furtive glancing around from the door didn't seem to support that theory.
Oh well, good thing he'd been hidden behind a row of lockers just then. Just where he intended to stay, to finally catch a glimpse on something he'd always wanted to see...
Huh, she had padded...what'samacallit, bras? That'd be something to blackmail over, if he ever wanted to risk that.
Nice back, anyway, the skin all smooth with a few scars here and there. One particularly artistic one, curving on her lower back, bringing the gaze to...yes, very well formed buttocks. And now she was turning sideways to get her other clothes from the locker...wait, what.
Gilbert only realized he'd exclaimed in surprise when Hungary whirled around. They stared at each other for a frozen moment, and then she screeched and tried to cover herself with her...no, his hands?
Because, Gilbert was pretty sure girls didn't have certain parts Hungary clearly had inside her underpants. His. His flower patterned underpants with lace on them.
It was all pretty confusing.
He woke up from his confusion when Hungary took hold of his shirt and slammed him against the locker doors. She...he, whatever, Hungary looked angry and terrified and a bit sickened.
"You can't tell anyone, you understand?" Elizaveta hissed furiously, shaking him.
Gilbert raised his hands in a calming manner.
"Okay okay, calm down."
He couldn't help his eyes from drifting downwards, and Elizaveta flushed, suddenly looking just insecure. He let Gilbert go and wrapped his arms around himself in an protective manner.
"So, I guess Austria knows about...you being a guy?" Gilbert asked at last, curiously.
"Of course. Except I'm not." Hungary told him.
Gilbert looked her pointedly up and down, which...yup, still not bad to look at, if unexpected. Well endowed in other places, but still well endowed. Not as much as he was, though. Ha.
"Stop looking at me!" Elizaveta snapped.
"Just saying, you don't look like any girl I've ever seen."
"Yeah, well..." Hungary shrugged. "I was born like this. It just...didn't feel right. Still doesn't."
Gilbert blinked at him. Her? Then he blinked again.
"So...you're a girl?"
"Woman." Hungary corrected, standing straighter.
"Yeah whatever. Woman. Only with a man's body?"
Hungary sniffed, and nodded.
Gilbert considered this. Weird. But then he'd seen some weird things in his time.
"Okay. But why didn't you just say that years ago?"
Hungary opened her mouth, and then closed it again.
"I. Thought you might be..."
She slapped a hand over her face, giggling slightly hysterically.
"Right, I forgot just how simple you are," she mumbled, so quietly Gilbert almost didn't catch it.
He leered at her, and then spun them quickly around, so that it was now her with her back to the lockers. He didn't shake her though, just pressed close, glad he'd happened to remove his shirt before Hungary's appearence.
"So was it this big..." and his eyes glanced down in a suggestive manner, making Hungary blush oh so prettily. "secret that made you stop me all those years ago? Cause it's not like it's a problem, ya know?"
Hungary narrowed her eyes at him, and he found himself hitting the floor, but (yes!) with a half naked Elizaveta on top of him. Just because his legs weren't made of flesh anymore didn't mean he couldn't take another down with him still.
Also good that the locker rooms had a mat, though still, ow.
And the thing with being half naked was, there were all kinds of things one could do to...distract one's opponent. Things not involving pain, even.
She wasn't expecting him to fondle her cock, for one. Hungary let out a surprised breath, her body going laz, and that was all Gilbert needed to reverse their positions and pin her arms above her head with one hand.
And this in turn left him free reign with the rest of Hungary's body...ah, her lips were still just as soft and nice, better start there...
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Gilbert looked up from where he was playing with Elizaveta's nipples, with something he feared might be a pout. Because it would be really un-awesome if she said no again at this point.
"You mean you don't want to?" He asked in a low voice, moving his hips so his erection bumped hers. Talking of which, her undepants were starting to look pretty uncomfortable.
"Wait, you're goíng too fast."
Gilbert raised an eyebrow.
"How many more years do you want to wait?"
Hungary sighed in an exasperated way and closed her eyes, her skin flushing with both embarrasment and arousal, if Gilbert was any judge of her expression. Her hips nudged upwards, as if of their own volition.
"It's this stupid body, it's...embarrassing."
"Don't see anything wrong with it," Gilbert pointed out.
Elizaveta was looking at him now, with her pupils dilated, making her eyes a deeper green. She smiled crookedly, and when she spoke, her voice was lower than usual.
"It's all wrong, that's why. But...I've had some time to get used to it, at least."
Gilbert still didn't get that, really. But women were weird, nothing to it, he supposed.
He wrapped away her underpants instead, carefully. Hungary closed her eyes again, her breath hitching and her eyelids fluttering.
"Still feels good, though?" He said as he stroked the head of her cock with his thumb, smirking as a bead of precum leaked out under it. He spread it around, and then licked his hand so he could stroke the shaft properly.
"nn." Hungary said and squirmed under him, her arms flexing in his hold. Her eyes blinked open, now hazy with pleasure.
"let go..."
"What's that?"
"My arms, you can let go of them." Hungary told him a bit shakily.
He did, if a bit apprehensively, but she just wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. That was good too, more than good, with their cocks rubbing against each other
(Gilbert hadn't managed to ditch his trousers entirely, but he'd had more complicated sex than this in more clothing, so the point was moot)
It was around this point that he became aware that there was a third person in the room. A third person who was breathing kinda hard.
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why was she smiling over his shoulder?
"Hello, Roderich." Elizaveta said in a low voice.
"So, he took it well?" Austria said behind him, as if he was talking about a fucking trade agreement or something.
"Mm." Hungary mumbled assentingly.
"What are you-" Gilbert started, but Hungary interrupted him.
"You know all those times I got to watch you and Roderich?"
Ah, so she had. Gilbert had wondered.
"He wanted to try it too." Hungary finished.
Behind them, there was the sound of a heavy coat hitting the floor.
"You don't mind if I do more than watch, do you Elize?" Austria asked, and damn him and his polite voice.
"Oh, not at all, dear." Hungary answered.
And they claimed they weren't married anymore. Pfft.
"You forgot to close the door." Austria said, and his admonishing tone was almost perfect, if he hadn't sounded so breathless.
"Forget?" Oh no..." Elizaveta purred, her hips twitching against Gilbert's, as if reminding him to move. He might have turned to look to see what Austria was up to, but then Elizaveta kissed him again, which was thoroughly distracting.
Specifically, distracting him from what Austria was doing, apparently. At least until he felt hands smoothing down his back, decidedly slippery hands.
"Say, Gilbert," Elizaveta mumbled between kisses "how about you can fuck me this time, and you let Austria do the same to you?"
Gilbert couldn't answer for a while, because Roderich hadn't waited for his permission to push those slippery fingers inside him.
"Ah, damn Austria...h-had to make your wife ask for that, did ya...hn."
Austria was chuckling, damn him.
"She wanted to. May I, Elize?"
She hummed and nodded, eyes closing as Austria presumably started preparing her.
Gilbert observed the change of emotions on that face as best as he could, noting the brief flicker of her eyelashes and the small gasps. Her lips were very red and almost bruised by now.
Austria leaned himself over Gilbert, his chest pressing against his back. It was very warm, almost uncomfortably so like this.
"She's beautiful, isn't she." Austria whispered reverently, and while Gilbert would never say it aloud, he had to agree with the sentiment. Him agreeing with the wimp, who'd have thought...alas, the guy was being way too slow here.
"Oy, Austria, hurry up already." Gilbert told him, shifting back onto the man's fingers, which kept twisting just so...
"He has such long fingers, doesn't he," Hungary mumbled, her mouth bending upwards in amusement.
In retaliation, Gilbert thrust against her erection, which made her moan and shift against him, legs twining around his. Gilbert was faintly aware that his knees would hate him later, but...damn them and damn later.
He was still thankful, in a distant sort of way, when Austria pulled him backwards, into his lap. Hungary kept kissing Gilbert as Austria sunk him down onto his cock, which was...nice, even if he hardly needed the distraction anymore. Still wanted to keep her close, though, and Hungary seemed to agree.
She pulled back once, to look the two of them up and down, the look on her face both turned on and strangely vulnerable.
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Austria raised a hand to brush the side of her face, and whispered her name longingly. Hungary smiled, and then bent to kiss him over Gilbert's shoulder.
"You're a couple of saps, you know right?" Gilbert managed to say, earning a swat from Hungary. She didn't stop kissing Austria, though.
Gilbert shifted on Austria's cock, and Hungary delved deeper into his mouth, open around a sudden moan. When she pulled back her eyes were creased into a smile for them both.
"Thanks Gilbert." Hungary said, sniggering.
"No problem. You know how you can thank me even better..."
"Pervert." Hungary countered, but before Gilbert could point out that she clearly couldn't mind that much, she started lowering herself on him, leaving him incabable of contructing such a long sentence. For a moment, anyways.
"Ugh, so tight...the wimp never give it to you, does he?" Gilbert leered at her when it was an option again. Hungary was leaning her head on his shoulder, panting.
"Mm, what do you suppose?" she told him, smiling wickedly as Austria took that as his cue to move, making them both gasp.
Gilbert had to gather all of his willpower not to come too soon, what with Austria pounding his protate with each thrust, and Hungary pressed around his cock. For once he was actually glad of the twinges of pain in his knees, which were holding back some of the pleasure.
Still, he would not come before them, would not...okay, not before her at least. From the way her cock was leaking against his stomach, she wasn't too far off either. He curled a hand around her lenght, and Hungary whimpered, her head snapping back and her hips grinding down.
"There, come for me now," Gilbert whispered, almost desperate for release himself.
Then she was pulsing in his hand, and he couldn't hold back either, coming inside her so hard his vision went spotty. Austria growled, and bucked into him, the friction almost unbearable right then and...ah, he hadn't been that far behind, Gilbert thought, relieved.
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"Hn, kinda getting crushed here you two," he noted eventually.
Hungary blinked at him and pulled back carefully.
"Oh! I forgot, are you..."
Gilbert shook his head, and then grinned.
"Better than good."
They didn't go far even once detaching theirselves, just enough to lie on the floor. All of them had slept in less comfortable places than the carpeted floor of a locker room, in their time.
Hungary curled in between the two of them, her head cushioned on Gilbert's chest, and Austria's coat covering her. Soon her breath slowed into sleep.
"So, she falls asleep after, then." Gilbert said after a while.
Austria made a noncommittal sound. When Gilbert turned his head to look at him, he was looking towards the roof, face peaceful, and a small smile gracing his lips. He turned to look back after a while, eyes enquiring.
"Did you two plan this or something?" Gilbert asked. He rather wanted to ask why, really, but somehow...he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
Austria looked thoughtful.
"Only a little. All's fair in love and war, right?" he said finally.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Gilbert asked, suspicious.
Austria sighed, and bent to brush at Hungary's hair. She sniffled and turned towards his hand in her sleep.
"Nothing, we just...well, I think she wanted to tell you a long time ago. She just wasn't sure how you'd react."
Gilbert considered this.
"Huh. What?" he asked as Austria started laughing quietly.
When he turned to look at Gilbert, there was a strangely open smile on his face, with some feeling in it Gilbert couldn't quite place.
It was affection, but he only learned that much later.
*
Epilogue:
It was a party at a beach with almost everyone in attendance, and a series of one of those unbelievable coincidences, that only a group like theirs was cabable off.
First France had knocked a bucketful of water on Elizaveta (he'd meant to hit Seychelles and missed, Gilbert could just bet on it, because even France didn't usually dare annoy Hungary), making her blouse dangerously see through.
She went to change behind one of the flimsy, convertible screens that Japan had brought with him, in case anyone wanted to put on a swimsuit, and then...yes, of course Sealand threw a giant beachball, way out from the sea, and the screen tumbled down, just as she'd taken off all her clothes.
Inevitable, really.
Most of the people near enough turned to look, and Hungary's face turned a peculiar color. Sort of reddish green. Then she yelped and turned around, far too late.
Gilbert nudged France, who'd frozen in rubbing the hand shaped mark on his face, his mouth open in an O of surprise.
"Eeh?"
"I'd start running now if I was you." Gilbert told him, before getting up reluctantly to go shield the naked and no doubt shocked Hungary.
Austria had better hurry back with those drinks he'd went to get, they were more needed than ever now.
THE END~
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Oh, I'm so sorry about that, hope you don't mind too much. :'(
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Totally skipped out on writing said mayhem, haha. >3>;
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Don't worry, no fiasco, quite the opposite actually!
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