Natural Medicine, Part 1/??
anonymous
May 30 2009, 07:07:45 UTC
Hey, here's what I've got so far! I'll have to get working on the rest of it tomorrow, since it's about 3 AM now XD Hope you enjoy the crackaliciousness :D! Also this is un-beta'd, so I apologize for any spelling/grammar issues should you come across any.
Hungary found her husband sitting in the garden, on a stone bench right between the rose bush and the carrots. He was staring quite intently at the ground, almost as if he were expecting it to jump out at him at any moment. Wordlessly, she sat down next to him and grazed her fingers on the petals of a large, red rose, tracing it delicately. He looked up at her then, entranced by the softness of her motions. She smiled.
"You had another visit from Gilbert today, didn't you?" her smile jumped to a scowl briefly as she spoke his name, the distaste in her voice only barely evident.
Roderich nodded, a deep frown setting on his face. "You wouldn't have been able to stop him, Elizabeta. Trust me." He shook his head, his hair falling free around his temples. "It's better if you just...worry about yourself."
She seemed to consider this for a moment, her bottom lip captured lightly between her teeth. "Well, if I don't worry about you," she said resolutely "Then who will be there to worry for me? Besides. I came out here because I have a plan."
The look in her eyes was nothing short of mischievous; it was the same look that had made Austria fall for her in the first place.
"Are you sure this will work?" Roderich whispered. He looked at this stick in his hand incredulously. "Plus, this seems just wrong to bring someone else into this."
"Of course it will work. Hungarian tomatoes can do anything. We even use them in skin lotion." Elizabeta whispered back. "And besides, poor Antonio could use a break. And look at Ludwig!"
"What about him?"
"Well, if Romano is anything like his brother, and if Ludwig is anything like his brother..." She gave him a big smile. "We can assume that the results will be similar at least."
Austria nodded. "I hope you're right." He paused, hearing movement on the other side of the bush behind which he was hiding. He felt a tug on the string, followed by an even harder tug as the person on the other side tried to claim the bait. Austria tugged back on the string, dragging it a little closer. After several moments, the bait finally made it home: to a clearing in the woods right over the Prussian border, where a basket full of ripe, hand-picked Hungarian tomatoes awaited.
Typically, Romano thought to himself, it is not becoming of a good Italian man to follow anything that is being led along by a mysterious string behind an even more mysterious moving bush; but when that string is holding the most luscious, tempting, red tomato to ever grace one's presence, certain concessions must be made. One thing was certain: although a good Italian man should not fall for such trickery, he should also not waste good food.
And, oh, the reward was so sweet. Spain's tomatoes, though they were good, were nowhere near as savory and aromatic as the ones he found at the end of his red-colored rainbow. Something about them was downright romantic, from their plump, firm skin to their vibrant color. The moment their juices hit his tongue it was paradise. The flesh was crisp but soft, the seeds wrapped in a gelatin of sweet sourness that kindled his tongue, setting his whole mind on fire. Everything seemed so warm, so absolutely perfect that nothing could deter him: Not even the arrival of a very smug looking white haired man.
"Romano, isn't it? What are you doing here? Come to surrender yourself to me? Huh?!" Prussia stuck out his chest, his hands resting on his hips as he looked down at the other man.
The Italian man stopped his feasting, dropping the tomato he had been devouring to the ground. He stared, eyes glazed over, right into the eyes of the man addressing him. His very red, very round eyes.
"S...Sir! I..." Romano dropped to his knees before the man, bowing deep on the ground. "I am here to..." He paused, almost as if her were unsure of his words. "To please you, sir."
Hungary found her husband sitting in the garden, on a stone bench right between the rose bush and the carrots. He was staring quite intently at the ground, almost as if he were expecting it to jump out at him at any moment. Wordlessly, she sat down next to him and grazed her fingers on the petals of a large, red rose, tracing it delicately. He looked up at her then, entranced by the softness of her motions. She smiled.
"You had another visit from Gilbert today, didn't you?" her smile jumped to a scowl briefly as she spoke his name, the distaste in her voice only barely evident.
Roderich nodded, a deep frown setting on his face. "You wouldn't have been able to stop him, Elizabeta. Trust me." He shook his head, his hair falling free around his temples. "It's better if you just...worry about yourself."
She seemed to consider this for a moment, her bottom lip captured lightly between her teeth. "Well, if I don't worry about you," she said resolutely "Then who will be there to worry for me? Besides. I came out here because I have a plan."
The look in her eyes was nothing short of mischievous; it was the same look that had made Austria fall for her in the first place.
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"Are you sure this will work?" Roderich whispered. He looked at this stick in his hand incredulously. "Plus, this seems just wrong to bring someone else into this."
"Of course it will work. Hungarian tomatoes can do anything. We even use them in skin lotion." Elizabeta whispered back. "And besides, poor Antonio could use a break. And look at Ludwig!"
"What about him?"
"Well, if Romano is anything like his brother, and if Ludwig is anything like his brother..." She gave him a big smile. "We can assume that the results will be similar at least."
Austria nodded. "I hope you're right." He paused, hearing movement on the other side of the bush behind which he was hiding. He felt a tug on the string, followed by an even harder tug as the person on the other side tried to claim the bait. Austria tugged back on the string, dragging it a little closer. After several moments, the bait finally made it home: to a clearing in the woods right over the Prussian border, where a basket full of ripe, hand-picked Hungarian tomatoes awaited.
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Typically, Romano thought to himself, it is not becoming of a good Italian man to follow anything that is being led along by a mysterious string behind an even more mysterious moving bush; but when that string is holding the most luscious, tempting, red tomato to ever grace one's presence, certain concessions must be made. One thing was certain: although a good Italian man should not fall for such trickery, he should also not waste good food.
And, oh, the reward was so sweet. Spain's tomatoes, though they were good, were nowhere near as savory and aromatic as the ones he found at the end of his red-colored rainbow. Something about them was downright romantic, from their plump, firm skin to their vibrant color. The moment their juices hit his tongue it was paradise. The flesh was crisp but soft, the seeds wrapped in a gelatin of sweet sourness that kindled his tongue, setting his whole mind on fire. Everything seemed so warm, so absolutely perfect that nothing could deter him: Not even the arrival of a very smug looking white haired man.
"Romano, isn't it? What are you doing here? Come to surrender yourself to me? Huh?!" Prussia stuck out his chest, his hands resting on his hips as he looked down at the other man.
The Italian man stopped his feasting, dropping the tomato he had been devouring to the ground. He stared, eyes glazed over, right into the eyes of the man addressing him. His very red, very round eyes.
"S...Sir! I..." Romano dropped to his knees before the man, bowing deep on the ground. "I am here to..." He paused, almost as if her were unsure of his words. "To please you, sir."
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can't wait to read the next parts~
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