Shame - 1.b
anonymous
February 7 2010, 01:24:39 UTC
In the beginning, he had resented this - had resented him, little Ludwig, sweet Ludwig, so well-behaved, never loud, knowing his Greek
and his Latin better than his teachers. A summer of two years ago - feels like centuries - he remembers beating him, viciously, because he was going
to jump a year and go directly to the Gymnasium, while he had barely passed his entry exam to the last years. This year the scene almost repeated,
because Ludwig is first of his course, while he will probably fail his last year, and even if he passes his votes will be too low to enter the military
academy. But his baby brother, being both clever and kind, had rapped gently on his door one day, and offered his help, 'if big brother doesn't feel
bad accepting it. In exchange, please teach me to ride?' And this was the beginning of his downfall.
His brother has grown. His face and shoulders are losing the roundness of childhood, his voice is darker and deeper, his body is more slender
( ... )
Shame - 1.c
anonymous
February 7 2010, 01:26:12 UTC
Ludwig looks outside, biting his lip in deliberation, then lets out a long, lingering sigh and focuses back on his brother, who's desperately trying to
pretend he isn't affected by his every small gesture, grin firmly plastered in place. "No. But -" and here his eyes light up a bit "you can go, if you want!
I'll do your homework, too." And he'll do them too: he has been helping him with them for a while.
It's Gilbert's turn to sigh. "No, thanks. I'll have to learn something anyway, one day or the other. But Vati really shouldn't let you rot in here for too
long, you need to be outside with the other kids your age."
"What could your brother possibly gain from passing his afternoons getting his clothes dirty with a bunch of street urchins?" Oh, no. For how long
has he been listening on the other side of the door?
"Vati! Gilbert was just..."
"Just trying to turn you into a lazy little criminal like he is. And obtaining some results, it seems - really, Ludwig, offering to do his homework while
( ... )
Shame - 1.d
anonymous
February 7 2010, 01:27:44 UTC
As soon as the man is gone, Gilbert jumps out of his seat to check on the door, laughing nervously. "Ah, Vati is old, but still sneaky! I usually close
the corridor's door, you know, the one with creaky hinges, so if anyone gets near here I hear them, but today... Ludwig!"
His little brother has long tears streaking down his cheeks, and his shoulders are shaking with the effort of holding back sobs - Gilbert runs to him
and collects him in his arms before he has even time to think about what he's doing.
Ludwig comes undone pressed against his big brother's comforting chest, loud sobs and sighs escaping his lips, his hands fisting the fabric of
Gilbert's shirt.
"Oh, Ludwig... you really wanted to go to that concert, didn't you?"
"I... j-just... I know... I know Vati is right and..."
"No, I'm sorry but no. This time, he isn't." He sighs, wishing away the effect the warm, lite body has against his. "We did literally nothing. He can't
punish us for talking."
"B-but Gilbert!" Ludwig raises his eyes to meet his own, still liquid
( ... )
Shame - Random notes
anonymous
February 7 2010, 01:34:26 UTC
Onkel is 'uncle', Vati is 'daddy', Bruder is 'brother', Bruderchen is 'little brother', and German is sexy.
Uh. Poor Gilbert feels so guilty. Also Attila it's the name of his horse, in case it's not clear. I still don't know what name give his little birdy. And I'm still not sure about Gilbert calling
Germania 'Vati', because that strikes me as pretty intimate and at the time the parent-child relationship was much more formal that what it is
today.
If they sound a bit too sentimental for boys their age, remember that expressing your feelings loudly and in a way that sometimes seems cheesy to us
was normal at the time, especially for young people.
To ease my guilt a bit, I'd like to point out that in my country the age of consent is 14, so this is not technically illegal.
About next part, well, I do hope you like carriages. And beer. And bar brawls. And underage sex.
Re: Shame - Random notes
anonymous
February 8 2010, 06:18:27 UTC
This is gorgeous! Wow a historical piece that really feels like a slice of life from a hundred years ago! Thank you anon, now I can go to sleep happy.
Gilbert's emotions are so real and filled with the happy pain that comes with loving someone so much that it hurts while uplifting your spirit at the same time. I can't wait to read the next part of this.
Yes, this is like a train-wreck waiting to happen. I'm steeling myself for the next part, cuz I bet it's going to be amazing! I L U anon, please write more. *bows to your skill* <3
Shame - 2.b
anonymous
February 10 2010, 00:11:39 UTC
Lj is being a bitch tonight, so, preemptive apology for any mishaps.
He slowly slides outside, on the large ledge that runs under his window and across the whole building, and turns to close it behind himself with a
bit of putty, so if somebody checks on him from his room's door, they won't notice anything amiss. The flickering light of the gas lamps doesn't arrive
here, so Gilbert, pressed against the wall, is barely visible from the road, even if he can still find his trail in the moonlight. He waits for his brother to do
the same, then offers him his hand, but Ludwig gestures for him to go on, and he'll follow.
The ledge really is large, even if not enough for an horse, but tonight for the first time Gilbert notices how tall it is, too, and wonders if it was really
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Just so you know, anon, the title comes from the name I gave the .txt file of this fic on my pc, because it's the feeling I get anytime I open
it. But damn, the idea was just too hot to pass up. Also it's set around the 1900s, for no reason other that I've read too many books and I'm
pretentious. It's probably full of inaccuracies, but hell, I did try to make some research. God, maybe I should leave the prompt to somebody who
actually knows what he's doing. The boys should be respectively 14 and 19, give or take.
I think it will be around 4/5 parts, maybe 6 if you want an epilogue. Also this part is just a set up, so no smut.
Why is he feeling this? He's a sane boy, growing quickly into a sane man. Maybe he can't keep up with the Greek at school, but he's disciplined,
strong, afraid of nothing - it's like he's made for the military career. Onkel Edelstein says he took from the Prussian side of the family, or at
least, that's what he used to say before Vati forbid his visits. "Bad influence", he decided, and Onkel ( ... )
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In the beginning, he had resented this - had resented him, little Ludwig, sweet Ludwig, so well-behaved, never loud, knowing his Greek
and his Latin better than his teachers. A summer of two years ago - feels like centuries - he remembers beating him, viciously, because he was going
to jump a year and go directly to the Gymnasium, while he had barely passed his entry exam to the last years. This year the scene almost repeated,
because Ludwig is first of his course, while he will probably fail his last year, and even if he passes his votes will be too low to enter the military
academy. But his baby brother, being both clever and kind, had rapped gently on his door one day, and offered his help, 'if big brother doesn't feel
bad accepting it. In exchange, please teach me to ride?' And this was the beginning of his downfall.
His brother has grown. His face and shoulders are losing the roundness of childhood, his voice is darker and deeper, his body is more slender ( ... )
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Ludwig looks outside, biting his lip in deliberation, then lets out a long, lingering sigh and focuses back on his brother, who's desperately trying to
pretend he isn't affected by his every small gesture, grin firmly plastered in place. "No. But -" and here his eyes light up a bit "you can go, if you want!
I'll do your homework, too." And he'll do them too: he has been helping him with them for a while.
It's Gilbert's turn to sigh. "No, thanks. I'll have to learn something anyway, one day or the other. But Vati really shouldn't let you rot in here for too
long, you need to be outside with the other kids your age."
"What could your brother possibly gain from passing his afternoons getting his clothes dirty with a bunch of street urchins?" Oh, no. For how long
has he been listening on the other side of the door?
"Vati! Gilbert was just..."
"Just trying to turn you into a lazy little criminal like he is. And obtaining some results, it seems - really, Ludwig, offering to do his homework while ( ... )
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As soon as the man is gone, Gilbert jumps out of his seat to check on the door, laughing nervously. "Ah, Vati is old, but still sneaky! I usually close
the corridor's door, you know, the one with creaky hinges, so if anyone gets near here I hear them, but today... Ludwig!"
His little brother has long tears streaking down his cheeks, and his shoulders are shaking with the effort of holding back sobs - Gilbert runs to him
and collects him in his arms before he has even time to think about what he's doing.
Ludwig comes undone pressed against his big brother's comforting chest, loud sobs and sighs escaping his lips, his hands fisting the fabric of
Gilbert's shirt.
"Oh, Ludwig... you really wanted to go to that concert, didn't you?"
"I... j-just... I know... I know Vati is right and..."
"No, I'm sorry but no. This time, he isn't." He sighs, wishing away the effect the warm, lite body has against his. "We did literally nothing. He can't
punish us for talking."
"B-but Gilbert!" Ludwig raises his eyes to meet his own, still liquid ( ... )
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Ludwig expression is one of genuine surprise. "How can you even think something like that? You're the best big brother one can have! You know
how to ride an horse, you let me pet your cute bird, you bring me to art exhibitions even if you think they're boring..."
Gilbert didn't know one could be so overwhelmed with joy and shame at the same time. "You're kind to me, little brother." he says, digging his
nails in his palms again.
"Because you're kind to me. But you really don't think I'm boring, Gilbert?" His voice is small and sweet again, and Gilbert's nails are probably
drawing blood by now.
"I could never think this of you. Promise."
"So, when you're gone to the military academy, can I come visit you?"
"Anytime you want, little one. You should still try to make friends your age, thought. Promise?"
A smile from Ludwig is a rare event, something that Gilbert cherishes and cares for like his little bird in a cage. "Promise."
His brother is happy now, and his brother's happiness is dangerous to him, especially if he's the one ( ... )
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Onkel is 'uncle', Vati is 'daddy', Bruder is 'brother', Bruderchen is 'little brother', and German is sexy.
Uh. Poor Gilbert feels so guilty. Also Attila it's the name of his horse, in case it's not clear. I still don't know what name give his little birdy.
And I'm still not sure about Gilbert calling
Germania 'Vati', because that strikes me as pretty intimate and at the time the parent-child relationship was much more formal that what it is
today.
If they sound a bit too sentimental for boys their age, remember that expressing your feelings loudly and in a way that sometimes seems cheesy to us
was normal at the time, especially for young people.
To ease my guilt a bit, I'd like to point out that in my country the age of consent is 14, so this is not technically illegal.
About next part, well, I do hope you like carriages. And beer. And bar brawls. And underage sex.
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If 'Vati' feels too intimate, how about just 'Vater'? agreed, German is sexy and so is this fic
So stalking this.
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I absolutely ADORE this. Shame, yes; good title, but technically not illegal in my country either. ~_^
reCaptcha: showcase year... ;A; We are aware of Ludwig's age recapthcaaaaa.
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This fic just made me remember how much I love this pairing - and how it's been way too long since I last read Berlincest.
And guh, I love how you portrayed Gilbert's guilty conscience! Does guilt count as a kink? It's totally becoming my kink.
Dying for more, this is great!
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Wow a historical piece that really feels like a slice of life from a hundred years ago! Thank you anon, now I can go to sleep happy.
Gilbert's emotions are so real and filled with the happy pain that comes with loving someone so much that it hurts while uplifting your spirit at the same time. I can't wait to read the next part of this.
Yes, this is like a train-wreck waiting to happen. I'm steeling myself for the next part, cuz I bet it's going to be amazing!
I L U anon, please write more. *bows to your skill* <3
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bothers me it's the fact they're brothers. But still, so hot.
You'll notice I accepted anon's idea of calling Germania 'Vater' (the name picked by OP is cool, but the POW is of one of his sons, so I don't get to
use it). Thanks anon! And to the anon who asked: guilt is totally a kink, that's the secret of the Catholic Church's success.
Apologies for sliding Spain being all bro with Prussia here, but our big brother needed emotional support, also I am ridiculously in love with Antonio
and I have to write him into everything. Also apology is for having our Gilbo act like a bit of an ass, especially towards the end. He's a teenager
too, remember.
He's not pulling him into a trap. Ludwig wants to go to the concert, and he really deserves to. And Gilbert likes to spoil him rotten, love or ( ... )
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He slowly slides outside, on the large ledge that runs under his window and across the whole building, and turns to close it behind himself with a
bit of putty, so if somebody checks on him from his room's door, they won't notice anything amiss. The flickering light of the gas lamps doesn't arrive
here, so Gilbert, pressed against the wall, is barely visible from the road, even if he can still find his trail in the moonlight. He waits for his brother to do
the same, then offers him his hand, but Ludwig gestures for him to go on, and he'll follow.
The ledge really is large, even if not enough for an horse, but tonight for the first time Gilbert notices how tall it is, too, and wonders if it was really ( ... )
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