Kick [2/3, damn character limit]
anonymous
September 27 2010, 02:46:52 UTC
"It started kicking," Gilbert said in a hushed whisper, sitting on his bed with Nataliya tailoring his clothes a little larger.
"No way...this early on?"
"M-maybe it happened earlier than I thought -" He cut off abruptly. "I need a doctor. Is there anyway we can get to one?"
"I can try..."
A relieved sigh. "Thank you, Nat. I can't have this baby."
Gilbert froze as he heard footsteps receding outside, and shared a horrified look with Nataliya.
"Okay, Daddy!" she beams in that bell-like voice. She turns to Gilbert - who, the whole time, has only watched her with a faint smile and fearful eyes - and says with a wide grin, "Bye, Momma!" Sofiya leans up and kisses Gilbert on the cheek before climbing into Braginski's extended arms. The two walk away, Braginski's smile sincere for once as he listens to his animated daughter speak.
Gilbert couldn't remember terror of the kind he'd felt that night. Braginski had crept into his room, the way he usually did, but stopped at the doorway. The Russian stood there and crossed muscular arms over a broad chest, leaning against the doorway and watching Gilbert. The albino tried to even his breathing out, willing his hands to stop shaking.
Gilbert didn't know how long Braginski stood there, quiet as a ghost. Then the soft thudding of combat boots sounded out, and Braginski crossed the floor, sitting on the bed next to Gilbert and reaching out to stroke his hair.
That was a weird quirk of the giant Russian's. Some nights, he would storm in, rip Gilbert's clothes off and rape him until he couldn't breathe through his hoarse throat; other times, he'd simply lie there, holding Gilbert in his arms and humming some lullaby or other.
He wasn't humming now, though, as he slowly pulled back the covers from Gilbert and slipped a cold hand under his shirt. Gilbert tensed involuntarily as Braginski let his palm rest right over his stomach.
Almost immediately, there was a kick - the monster's response to one of its kind, Gilbert thought with a scowl.
Braginski sighed in wonder, just loud enough for the Prussian to hear.
Gilbert's never felt so empty. The feeling escalates every time this happens, more intense than the last.
"Hello, doctor? Yes, this is Ivan Braginski. I'm aware that there was an appointment with you made under my sister's name - Nataliya Arlovskaya. I apologize for wasting your time, but the appointment has to be cancelled; she isn't feeling well enough to come today. Yes, she's sure. Thank you."
Braginski set the telephone back down and turned to smile at Gilbert, wrapping him up in a tight hug.
"Oh, our child will be so lovely~"
And Gilbert swore to himself that he'd get rid of it.
Kick [3/3]
anonymous
September 27 2010, 02:47:28 UTC
He doesn't hear Ludwig approaching him, and he jumps slightly as his brother claps him on the shoulder.
"Bruder, are you okay?" asks the German.
"J-ja." Gilbert inhales and shakes his head, before spinning and shooting a dazzling grin at his brother. "Let's go get drunk!" he crows, waltzing away and clenching his teeth to keep them grinning.
Gilbert was sobbing in agony, gripping the bar hard in an attempt to alleviate the pain. He gritted his teeth, muscles tense and legs flailing about.
"It's crowned," he could vaguely hear Nataliya saying. "Keep pushing!"
He did, and a few seconds later he heard a soft crying.
"It's a girl," said Nataliya with a smile. "A beautiful baby girl."
The tears threatening to overflow will do so, but later, when he's alone. Not now.
Braginski chose the name - Sofiya. Wisdom.
"The Kaliningrad Oblast," he had said proudly. "Strange, though, that you're still here. She's taken your spot in the world."
And Gilbert knew exactly why he was still alive:
As long as she needed her mother, he would remain.
Braginski doted on her, loving and giving her everything she could ever need or want, despite his sisters telling him not to spoil her so badly.
But no matter how much the Russian loved her, she loved her mother more. When the Iron Curtain finally fell, five years after Sofiya's birth, Gilbert ran upstairs to pack, throwing everything he had into a suitcase and hugging Nataliya goodbye at the door.
Then he heard a soft, timid voice, and looked down to see little Sofiya tugging at his pant leg.
"M-Momma? Where are you going?"
His heart broke as he ran.
Years had passed since that day, and every time he saw the little one, her face would light up in an expression of utter joy and adoration.
Maybe one day he would be able to hold her and sing Alle meine Entchen the way he sang to Ludwig.
Re: Kick [3/3]
anonymous
September 27 2010, 04:41:56 UTC
Another anon totally second this notion! This fic most definitely did not suck and it deserves a happy ending of some sort! D: Totally needs an omake or sequel <3
On another note, I wonder how Ludwig feels about being an uncle...
"No way...this early on?"
"M-maybe it happened earlier than I thought -" He cut off abruptly. "I need a doctor. Is there anyway we can get to one?"
"I can try..."
A relieved sigh. "Thank you, Nat. I can't have this baby."
Gilbert froze as he heard footsteps receding outside, and shared a horrified look with Nataliya.
"Okay, Daddy!" she beams in that bell-like voice. She turns to Gilbert - who, the whole time, has only watched her with a faint smile and fearful eyes - and says with a wide grin, "Bye, Momma!" Sofiya leans up and kisses Gilbert on the cheek before climbing into Braginski's extended arms. The two walk away, Braginski's smile sincere for once as he listens to his animated daughter speak.
Gilbert couldn't remember terror of the kind he'd felt that night. Braginski had crept into his room, the way he usually did, but stopped at the doorway. The Russian stood there and crossed muscular arms over a broad chest, leaning against the doorway and watching Gilbert. The albino tried to even his breathing out, willing his hands to stop shaking.
Gilbert didn't know how long Braginski stood there, quiet as a ghost. Then the soft thudding of combat boots sounded out, and Braginski crossed the floor, sitting on the bed next to Gilbert and reaching out to stroke his hair.
That was a weird quirk of the giant Russian's. Some nights, he would storm in, rip Gilbert's clothes off and rape him until he couldn't breathe through his hoarse throat; other times, he'd simply lie there, holding Gilbert in his arms and humming some lullaby or other.
He wasn't humming now, though, as he slowly pulled back the covers from Gilbert and slipped a cold hand under his shirt. Gilbert tensed involuntarily as Braginski let his palm rest right over his stomach.
Almost immediately, there was a kick - the monster's response to one of its kind, Gilbert thought with a scowl.
Braginski sighed in wonder, just loud enough for the Prussian to hear.
Gilbert's never felt so empty. The feeling escalates every time this happens, more intense than the last.
"Hello, doctor? Yes, this is Ivan Braginski. I'm aware that there was an appointment with you made under my sister's name - Nataliya Arlovskaya. I apologize for wasting your time, but the appointment has to be cancelled; she isn't feeling well enough to come today. Yes, she's sure. Thank you."
Braginski set the telephone back down and turned to smile at Gilbert, wrapping him up in a tight hug.
"Oh, our child will be so lovely~"
And Gilbert swore to himself that he'd get rid of it.
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"Bruder, are you okay?" asks the German.
"J-ja." Gilbert inhales and shakes his head, before spinning and shooting a dazzling grin at his brother. "Let's go get drunk!" he crows, waltzing away and clenching his teeth to keep them grinning.
Gilbert was sobbing in agony, gripping the bar hard in an attempt to alleviate the pain. He gritted his teeth, muscles tense and legs flailing about.
"It's crowned," he could vaguely hear Nataliya saying. "Keep pushing!"
He did, and a few seconds later he heard a soft crying.
"It's a girl," said Nataliya with a smile. "A beautiful baby girl."
The tears threatening to overflow will do so, but later, when he's alone. Not now.
Braginski chose the name - Sofiya. Wisdom.
"The Kaliningrad Oblast," he had said proudly. "Strange, though, that you're still here. She's taken your spot in the world."
And Gilbert knew exactly why he was still alive:
As long as she needed her mother, he would remain.
Braginski doted on her, loving and giving her everything she could ever need or want, despite his sisters telling him not to spoil her so badly.
But no matter how much the Russian loved her, she loved her mother more. When the Iron Curtain finally fell, five years after Sofiya's birth, Gilbert ran upstairs to pack, throwing everything he had into a suitcase and hugging Nataliya goodbye at the door.
Then he heard a soft, timid voice, and looked down to see little Sofiya tugging at his pant leg.
"M-Momma? Where are you going?"
His heart broke as he ran.
Years had passed since that day, and every time he saw the little one, her face would light up in an expression of utter joy and adoration.
Maybe one day he would be able to hold her and sing Alle meine Entchen the way he sang to Ludwig.
But he doubted it.
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it sucked, I'm sorry xD
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On another note, I wonder how Ludwig feels about being an uncle...
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I might post one a little later, idk. I'm glad you liked it ^.^
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