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.
*
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~
ReCAPTCHA: fiasco has. Oh my, I hope not. Be that as it may, I'm off to reward myself with some food, vey~ >3>
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
"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~
ReCAPTCHA: fiasco has. Oh my, I hope not. Be that as it may, I'm off to reward myself with some food, vey~ >3>
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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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