Sado-Narcissm (Update) [1/3]
anonymous
January 29 2011, 03:47:20 UTC
Fixed a few things from the first version. Now, Germany = Germany and Third Reich = Nazi!Germany.
Germany ran his hands through his hair with a satisfied sigh. Work had picked up ever since his new boss had come into power, and a good, hot shower was always a welcome relief from the stress. Not that he minded particularly; anything was better than wasting away for France’s enjoyment. Although there were some things he took issue with, certain policies he had had never quite agreed to...and the strange, new version of himself always hanging around his boss that leered at the world from under the gleaming brim of his black cap.
With a shake of his wet hair, Germany dismissed the thoughts. No one said that rising from utter poverty would be easy, and he was prepared to accept the cons with pros. Mostly.
The door to the bathroom clicked faintly, but Germany ignored it. It was probably just Italy with some silly concern. It could wait.
Eyes shut against the shampoo suds streaming down his face, Germany groped around the window sill of the shower for the conditioner, only to find the ledge empty save for a thin layer of soap scum. With a grimace he remembered leaving a new bottle on the sink counter. He tugged the curtain aside and reached out. The counter’s edge was just of reach; he could feel its cold hardness brush his fingertips.
Frustrated, he withdrew into the shower. “Italy?” Germany wiped some of the shampoo from his eyes. “Italy, if you’re there could you get the bottle of conditioner on the counter for me?”
“‘Italy?’”
Germany jolted, slipping slightly in the shower. That voice...
He heard the sound of the shower curtain being jerked aside. “No, far from it.”
“You --”
A leather glove twisted into his hair and wrenched him forward, out of the shower, face first onto the tile floor. Germany scrambled to right himself and he felt cloth brush his bare legs. He squinted through a stinging film of soap. “Third...Third Reich.”
The man smiled coldly, pressing himself flush against the back of his kneeling counterpart. “You haven’t been a good German, have you, Germany?” From the corners of his eyes, Germany saw the Schutzstaffel uniform; it was the seems of the black trousers that ghosted over Germany’s thighs. He had never liked the stark uniform, but then again, Herr Himmler had never claimed the officers were meant to be liked.
With a jerk of the soaked bangs, the Nazi brought Germany’s attention back. “I know what you have done with...men, and I don’t approve.” Germany’s breath shortened, drawing a laugh from the Third Reich. “The Fuhrer doesn’t know; you have been a wonderful liar.” The gloved fingers unoccupied with Germany’s hair started idly tracing up his chest. “But we are both this glorious Reich, so there are some things -- some thoughts -- we share...if even they are things we’d rather not.”
Third Reich gripped Germany’s chin. “And I would rather not be exposed to your filth when I am trying to lay the road to Aryan perfection.” Leather digits dug into Germany’s throat. He shuddered against his will. As more and more of his people subscribed to the new party, Third Reich grew stronger and Germany...he understood more and more what Prussia was feeling, the strange sensation of slowly, slowly emptying.
And as the Third Reich’s breath warmed Germany’s already flushed skin, he realized that here, soaked and kneeling on his bathroom floor, he was at the man’s mercy. And the man had no mercy.
Re: Sado-Narcissm (Update) [1/3]
anonymous
January 29 2011, 04:12:58 UTC
This is good. I think you smoothened out some of the rough edges(detail-wise) that Anon noticed in the previous version. It reads more smoothly now. Good job.
/Anon who originally complained about the names
anonymous
January 30 2011, 02:27:45 UTC
Thank youuuuuuu <333333 Thank you so much for fixing it without much of a discussion, I was really glad to see that and you handled the whole matter very thoughtful and responsible.
This is really a nice read, and with the fixed names, I could read it and enjoyed it very much.
The note about Germany understanding how Prussia feels is a very interesting thought. als "he was at the man’s mercy. And the man had no mercy." that line is just beautiful.
Germany ran his hands through his hair with a satisfied sigh. Work had picked up ever since his new boss had come into power, and a good, hot shower was always a welcome relief from the stress. Not that he minded particularly; anything was better than wasting away for France’s enjoyment. Although there were some things he took issue with, certain policies he had had never quite agreed to...and the strange, new version of himself always hanging around his boss that leered at the world from under the gleaming brim of his black cap.
With a shake of his wet hair, Germany dismissed the thoughts. No one said that rising from utter poverty would be easy, and he was prepared to accept the cons with pros. Mostly.
The door to the bathroom clicked faintly, but Germany ignored it. It was probably just Italy with some silly concern. It could wait.
Eyes shut against the shampoo suds streaming down his face, Germany groped around the window sill of the shower for the conditioner, only to find the ledge empty save for a thin layer of soap scum. With a grimace he remembered leaving a new bottle on the sink counter. He tugged the curtain aside and reached out. The counter’s edge was just of reach; he could feel its cold hardness brush his fingertips.
Frustrated, he withdrew into the shower. “Italy?” Germany wiped some of the shampoo from his eyes. “Italy, if you’re there could you get the bottle of conditioner on the counter for me?”
“‘Italy?’”
Germany jolted, slipping slightly in the shower. That voice...
He heard the sound of the shower curtain being jerked aside. “No, far from it.”
“You --”
A leather glove twisted into his hair and wrenched him forward, out of the shower, face first onto the tile floor. Germany scrambled to right himself and he felt cloth brush his bare legs. He squinted through a stinging film of soap. “Third...Third Reich.”
The man smiled coldly, pressing himself flush against the back of his kneeling counterpart. “You haven’t been a good German, have you, Germany?” From the corners of his eyes, Germany saw the Schutzstaffel uniform; it was the seems of the black trousers that ghosted over Germany’s thighs. He had never liked the stark uniform, but then again, Herr Himmler had never claimed the officers were meant to be liked.
With a jerk of the soaked bangs, the Nazi brought Germany’s attention back. “I know what you have done with...men, and I don’t approve.” Germany’s breath shortened, drawing a laugh from the Third Reich. “The Fuhrer doesn’t know; you have been a wonderful liar.” The gloved fingers unoccupied with Germany’s hair started idly tracing up his chest. “But we are both this glorious Reich, so there are some things -- some thoughts -- we share...if even they are things we’d rather not.”
Third Reich gripped Germany’s chin. “And I would rather not be exposed to your filth when I am trying to lay the road to Aryan perfection.” Leather digits dug into Germany’s throat. He shuddered against his will. As more and more of his people subscribed to the new party, Third Reich grew stronger and Germany...he understood more and more what Prussia was feeling, the strange sensation of slowly, slowly emptying.
And as the Third Reich’s breath warmed Germany’s already flushed skin, he realized that here, soaked and kneeling on his bathroom floor, he was at the man’s mercy. And the man had no mercy.
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This is really a nice read, and with the fixed names, I could read it and enjoyed it very much.
The note about Germany understanding how Prussia feels is a very interesting thought. als "he was at the man’s mercy. And the man had no mercy." that line is just beautiful.
Great job!
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