Hey, Grandpa! (1/3)
anonymous
April 15 2009, 03:26:27 UTC
Gilbert blinked. Surely he must be seeing things. Just to make sure, he blinked again. No, the man was definitely there. Either Lord of the Rings characters were coming to life, or his grandfather had somehow managed to come back from the dead
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Hey, Grandpa! (2/3)
anonymous
April 15 2009, 03:32:36 UTC
“Roderich?” By now, the three had walked over to the living room, Germania examining the furniture with interest.
“Austria,” Gilbert answered.
“Oh.” By ‘oh’, the previously long dead man had meant: ‘I wonder if he turned out okay. He seemed sort of wimpy. Maybe he’s stronger now’. Less than half an hour later, he found out the answer to this. It was, put simply, hell no.
The two stared at each other disdainfully for three minutes at the least. There was no word in any language to describe how much they were embarrassed for each other.
“So,” Germania spoke first, in his monotone, “I see you’ve…changed some.”
“Yes, so I have…” The room had suddenly become extremely quiet, as all of them were absorbed in their own thoughts.
Gilbert couldn’t help but think of this as the highlight of his life so far. Sure, it was extremely awkward, but still. It was Germania. Even though he still doubted it a little, the alternative of having an elf visit him was pretty awesome, too
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Hey, Grandpa! (3/3)
anonymous
April 15 2009, 03:34:59 UTC
Meanwhile, two brothers sat together in peaceful tomato farm in Spain.
“Hey Francis,” Antonio asked, tomato in hand, “Ever wonder why you have blonde hair while me, Romano and Veneziano have brown hair?” The Frenchman pondered this for a moment.
“I’ve always assumed it was because I’m special.”
((This author!anon realizes that she probably failed miserably at this request. Author!anon apologizes in advance and hopes someone fills this with something better.))
Re: Hey, Grandpa! (3/3)
anonymous
April 15 2009, 06:26:29 UTC
How lovely! How deliciously appropriate - just the kind of thing those German-speaking kinsfolk needed! Nothing like having your relative turning up to make you band together out of sheer fear...
Plus, it's the Grandpa who Kicked. Rome's. Ass. I think he's entitled to be Awesome (and now we see where Gilbert gets it!)
DID anyone fill out the Grandpa Rome request? I haven't seen it posted...
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“Austria,” Gilbert answered.
“Oh.” By ‘oh’, the previously long dead man had meant: ‘I wonder if he turned out okay. He seemed sort of wimpy. Maybe he’s stronger now’. Less than half an hour later, he found out the answer to this. It was, put simply, hell no.
The two stared at each other disdainfully for three minutes at the least. There was no word in any language to describe how much they were embarrassed for each other.
“So,” Germania spoke first, in his monotone, “I see you’ve…changed some.”
“Yes, so I have…” The room had suddenly become extremely quiet, as all of them were absorbed in their own thoughts.
Gilbert couldn’t help but think of this as the highlight of his life so far. Sure, it was extremely awkward, but still. It was Germania. Even though he still doubted it a little, the alternative of having an elf visit him was pretty awesome, too ( ... )
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“Hey Francis,” Antonio asked, tomato in hand, “Ever wonder why you have blonde hair while me, Romano and Veneziano have brown hair?” The Frenchman pondered this for a moment.
“I’ve always assumed it was because I’m special.”
((This author!anon realizes that she probably failed miserably at this request. Author!anon apologizes in advance and hopes someone fills this with something better.))
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Plus, it's the Grandpa who Kicked. Rome's. Ass. I think he's entitled to be Awesome (and now we see where Gilbert gets it!)
DID anyone fill out the Grandpa Rome request? I haven't seen it posted...
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Thank you, anon! It is awesome, and it is lovely, and I shall take it home with me, and I shall hug it and kiss it and call it Lawrence!
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