[FrUK] What We Used to Be 3/?
A/N: I feel bad for not being able to update yesterday. Q n Q But I woke up and had a really nice idea, so I made up for it with something kinda insightful, and hopefully, kinda lengthy. Q U Q
[ Part 2]
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Arthur awoke with a sigh. He dreamed about him again. He couldn't put his finger on it, though. Why was he all of a sudden remembering and dreaming about Francis Bonnefoy? It was nothing radical, really. No sexual fantasies to be worried about. But it was a strange dream all the same. They had been children in his slumber, but they wore some odd types of attire. They were in long cloaks and tunics; they even felt like, and looked like, dresses. Francis had looked amazing, just like he always did. If he could, he would have slapped himself in the face for thinking such a thought. Francis should not be attractive to him. And yet here he was, admiring how great he looked as a child wearing a frilly, blue tunic. When they were children, they wore pants and shirts, just how they do now--no signs of tunics or capes or anything of the like.
He rubbed his temples as he walked towards the kitchen, the smell of breakfast making its way to his nose.
"What did you make this time, Gilbert?" he asked.
The albino turned around with a frying pan in his hand. "Wurst, why?"
Arthur shook his head. "Just curious."Whether he liked the idea or not was irrelevant; he would still eat it. What made him think was that Gilbert had suddenly had an affinity to the sausage. Was it something new that producers had brought out and he hadn't heard of it? Why wasn't it being promoted on the television?
At least it wasn't something that was annoying. There was a concept that twins were born together and travel together, but Arthur and Gilbert had always been individualized to some extent. They liked different things, but they weren't aware of how alike they could be. They had just accepted the fact they were better at other things than the other. Such as cooking. Arthur sucked, whereas Gilbert could open up his own restaurant if he wanted to. However, Arthur was better at managing money, thinking critically, and analyzing things, while Gilbert was impulsive, reckless, and could care less about what he did with money, They balanced each other out in a way. So it wasn't really that much of a surprise that they were always together. Sometimes, people would question their relationship, and when they answered they were twins, often times, others would stop to compare them.
"Oh, yeah, now I see it!"
"Your faces are shaped the same way!"
"Your messy hair is a good indicator!"
They didn't really have a problem with that because they didn't care. As long as they both knew this fact, it was not important whether others knew or not. They couldn't really blame anybody for not knowing, though. There were so many things that could be pointed out for them not "being twins". Their last names, for one thing, were different. Their parents had had a fallout when the children were younger, so when the divorce happened, their father, Alaric, decided to take Gilbert, Ludwig, and Caesar with him, while their mother, Albion, kept Arthur and his three other siblings. In the end, the twin took up their guardians' surnames, but even though they grew up apart, they found each other again and decided to remain together after they had moved out from their homes.
Another thing was Gilbert's appearance. Their father had said he would have had blond hair and blue eyes if it wasn't for the rare gene of being an albino. He was the little oddball, but because of that, he became the person he was and decided that he was awesome because he was this way, and everyone else just wished they were like him. And of course, there were Arthur's eyebrows. Gilbert was spared this particular feature, which is what sort of set them apart the most. They would both get picked on for one thing or another, but after growing up and finding their places in the moon, they laughed and scoffed at all the jerks and bullies that had come across them.
After eating silently and without a disturbance, Arthur gathered up the nerve to tell Gilbert about some things that were unsettling him. "Have you ever found yourself dreaming of your past enemies?" he asked.
Gilbert paused in his chewing to process the question. "Depends on what you mean by 'past enemies'," he answered. "Is it someone in particular that ruined your life?"
"Just the frog," Arthur answered as he crossed his arms.
"It could just mean you miss him," Gilbert shrugged, taking another bite of his wurst.
"I do not," Arthur said with a bit of frustration. "I just find it weird I keep dreaming about him."
"Just admit it to yourself that you wanna see him again," Gilbert pressed. "Or admit you like him. Either of the two would probably be fine."
"Oh, shut it," the blond spat, turning away and looking at the general direction of the sink. "They're not even normal dreams..." he added with a sigh.
"Don't tell me you and him fuck because I can't help you there," Gilbert widened his eyes as he kept looking at his food. Honestly, sometimes it pained him to think his twin was in denial of obvious feelings. Well, it was obvious to him, anyway...
"No, nothing like that!" Arthur yelped. "You must know we are children in my dreams. And we are not even on the moon. We are in some other world. There's always a green background and a blue sky with tall structures full of puffy, green things," he pointed out. "You and Antonio are there, too! And you're wearing similar clothes to ours."
"Hold on, bro. Talk a little slower," Gilbert raised his hands in front of him to indicate to Arthur he was going a little too fast for his comfort. "Maybe it just means you dream of a new world and want to go there or something."
"I don't know," Arthur shook his head. "All I know is that he and I always argue, and we always get into brawls and--It's not funny, Gilbert!"
The albino was chuckling at Arthur's words. "There's nothing wrong with bickering," he pointed out. "Remember, Mum and Vatti used to do it all the time!" He took a drink from his glass to think about his words, though. "Although, I shouldn't be using that example; look how that turned out..."
"I don't want to dream about these things anymore. It's stupid," Arthur whined.
Gilbert was pensive for a moment, trying to think of a way to help his brother. "Maybe you need to face him again so you can get over a few things."
"I'm not even sure if that would solve things. It might make it worse," Arthur countered.
"We're moving back to the other side of the moon. If he hasn't left, you'll most likely bump into him from time to time." They weren't really going back for personal reasons. The Capital had offered them a decent job, which they had accepted. Maybe that was why he had remembered Francis. When Gilbert and his father left, Arthur and his mother stayed and he had been stuck with Francis until he left for college. It was truly idiotic. Why was he so emotional about some things? So what if he was dreaming about Francis? He was just another person. He shouldn't have been so affected by it. But he was, and it made him so uneasy. But if he did see him again, Arthur was going to clear a few things with him for once and for all. So he could sleep better. His sanity depended on it.
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A/N: So another headcanon is that Germania (Alaric) and Momma Britannia (Albion) are England and Prussia's parents (and the UK, Ireland, Germany, and Holy Rome's as well). But they had a divorce and divided up the kids. :(
Will be back later. Intros are always a little difficult for me, but I will get to the meat of the fic pretty soon, I hope!
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[ Part 2]
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Arthur awoke with a sigh. He dreamed about him again. He couldn't put his finger on it, though. Why was he all of a sudden remembering and dreaming about Francis Bonnefoy? It was nothing radical, really. No sexual fantasies to be worried about. But it was a strange dream all the same. They had been children in his slumber, but they wore some odd types of attire. They were in long cloaks and tunics; they even felt like, and looked like, dresses. Francis had looked amazing, just like he always did. If he could, he would have slapped himself in the face for thinking such a thought. Francis should not be attractive to him. And yet here he was, admiring how great he looked as a child wearing a frilly, blue tunic. When they were children, they wore pants and shirts, just how they do now--no signs of tunics or capes or anything of the like.
He rubbed his temples as he walked towards the kitchen, the smell of breakfast making its way to his nose.
"What did you make this time, Gilbert?" he asked.
The albino turned around with a frying pan in his hand. "Wurst, why?"
Arthur shook his head. "Just curious."Whether he liked the idea or not was irrelevant; he would still eat it. What made him think was that Gilbert had suddenly had an affinity to the sausage. Was it something new that producers had brought out and he hadn't heard of it? Why wasn't it being promoted on the television?
At least it wasn't something that was annoying. There was a concept that twins were born together and travel together, but Arthur and Gilbert had always been individualized to some extent. They liked different things, but they weren't aware of how alike they could be. They had just accepted the fact they were better at other things than the other. Such as cooking. Arthur sucked, whereas Gilbert could open up his own restaurant if he wanted to. However, Arthur was better at managing money, thinking critically, and analyzing things, while Gilbert was impulsive, reckless, and could care less about what he did with money, They balanced each other out in a way. So it wasn't really that much of a surprise that they were always together. Sometimes, people would question their relationship, and when they answered they were twins, often times, others would stop to compare them.
"Oh, yeah, now I see it!"
"Your faces are shaped the same way!"
"Your messy hair is a good indicator!"
They didn't really have a problem with that because they didn't care. As long as they both knew this fact, it was not important whether others knew or not. They couldn't really blame anybody for not knowing, though. There were so many things that could be pointed out for them not "being twins". Their last names, for one thing, were different. Their parents had had a fallout when the children were younger, so when the divorce happened, their father, Alaric, decided to take Gilbert, Ludwig, and Caesar with him, while their mother, Albion, kept Arthur and his three other siblings. In the end, the twin took up their guardians' surnames, but even though they grew up apart, they found each other again and decided to remain together after they had moved out from their homes.
Another thing was Gilbert's appearance. Their father had said he would have had blond hair and blue eyes if it wasn't for the rare gene of being an albino. He was the little oddball, but because of that, he became the person he was and decided that he was awesome because he was this way, and everyone else just wished they were like him. And of course, there were Arthur's eyebrows. Gilbert was spared this particular feature, which is what sort of set them apart the most. They would both get picked on for one thing or another, but after growing up and finding their places in the moon, they laughed and scoffed at all the jerks and bullies that had come across them.
After eating silently and without a disturbance, Arthur gathered up the nerve to tell Gilbert about some things that were unsettling him. "Have you ever found yourself dreaming of your past enemies?" he asked.
Gilbert paused in his chewing to process the question. "Depends on what you mean by 'past enemies'," he answered. "Is it someone in particular that ruined your life?"
"Just the frog," Arthur answered as he crossed his arms.
"It could just mean you miss him," Gilbert shrugged, taking another bite of his wurst.
"I do not," Arthur said with a bit of frustration. "I just find it weird I keep dreaming about him."
"Just admit it to yourself that you wanna see him again," Gilbert pressed. "Or admit you like him. Either of the two would probably be fine."
"Oh, shut it," the blond spat, turning away and looking at the general direction of the sink. "They're not even normal dreams..." he added with a sigh.
"Don't tell me you and him fuck because I can't help you there," Gilbert widened his eyes as he kept looking at his food. Honestly, sometimes it pained him to think his twin was in denial of obvious feelings. Well, it was obvious to him, anyway...
"No, nothing like that!" Arthur yelped. "You must know we are children in my dreams. And we are not even on the moon. We are in some other world. There's always a green background and a blue sky with tall structures full of puffy, green things," he pointed out. "You and Antonio are there, too! And you're wearing similar clothes to ours."
"Hold on, bro. Talk a little slower," Gilbert raised his hands in front of him to indicate to Arthur he was going a little too fast for his comfort. "Maybe it just means you dream of a new world and want to go there or something."
"I don't know," Arthur shook his head. "All I know is that he and I always argue, and we always get into brawls and--It's not funny, Gilbert!"
The albino was chuckling at Arthur's words. "There's nothing wrong with bickering," he pointed out. "Remember, Mum and Vatti used to do it all the time!" He took a drink from his glass to think about his words, though. "Although, I shouldn't be using that example; look how that turned out..."
"I don't want to dream about these things anymore. It's stupid," Arthur whined.
Gilbert was pensive for a moment, trying to think of a way to help his brother. "Maybe you need to face him again so you can get over a few things."
"I'm not even sure if that would solve things. It might make it worse," Arthur countered.
"We're moving back to the other side of the moon. If he hasn't left, you'll most likely bump into him from time to time." They weren't really going back for personal reasons. The Capital had offered them a decent job, which they had accepted. Maybe that was why he had remembered Francis. When Gilbert and his father left, Arthur and his mother stayed and he had been stuck with Francis until he left for college. It was truly idiotic. Why was he so emotional about some things? So what if he was dreaming about Francis? He was just another person. He shouldn't have been so affected by it. But he was, and it made him so uneasy. But if he did see him again, Arthur was going to clear a few things with him for once and for all. So he could sleep better. His sanity depended on it.
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A/N: So another headcanon is that Germania (Alaric) and Momma Britannia (Albion) are England and Prussia's parents (and the UK, Ireland, Germany, and Holy Rome's as well). But they had a divorce and divided up the kids. :(
Will be back later. Intros are always a little difficult for me, but I will get to the meat of the fic pretty soon, I hope!
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