All's fair 1/we'll see
anonymous
May 26 2009, 16:10:29 UTC
eeps, no one saw that un-anon posting, right? Notes: (eek, 5209 words? How did that happen? :3) So, my first time writing...the characters, about a trans character in general, AND threesome sexytiems. Plus Gilbert kinda went and stole the show utterly that darling. :P Hope you can bear with all the interfering plot and experimentative use of personal pronouns and whatnot too, orz. ^_^;
All's fair...
There was a blank space in his memory. The last thing Prussia remembered was his brother's embarrassment at their so called "wedding." Really, the things people came up with...wait, no, there's been fighting after that, hadn't there.
Right, how had he forgotten that. And...they'd lost, which would explain how much he was hurting right now.
Why had he even bothered to wake up? Oh right, someone had been calling him names, and one of them had been "coward", which he was not going to take lying down
( ... )
Re: All's fair 3/?
anonymous
May 26 2009, 16:15:27 UTC
Somehow Russia managed to time his visits on the worst possible moment. It was a special skill of his, Gilbert decided sourly as leaned on his crutches, whole body aching from trying to walk on these useless contraptions attached to his legs.
He was almost ready to try it with the more oldfashioned wooden ones instead, at least those might not be so damn heavy.
In any case, what he didn't need was Russia and his soft, honeyd poison voice.
"It really is such a pity," Gilbert cringed at that word, but Russia didn't seem to notice.
"I almost thought that perhaps we might make you Prussia again, but...you couldn't possible manage such an strenuous deal like this, could you?" Russia said, sounding so damn concerned, like he was talking to a child or something.
Hungary coughed, and when Gilbert glanced back to where she was sitting against the wall, her posture was stiff as a board and her hands clutched in her lap, but her eyes were telling him to be careful in no uncertain terms. Don't let him rile you up, you can't fight right now
( ... )
Re: All's fair 4/dunno
anonymous
May 26 2009, 16:18:13 UTC
By the time they finally got rid of that fucking idiotic wall, Gilbert was there among the first with a large sledgehammer.
And really, he was mostly sure on his prosthetic feet, even being jostled by the crowd, and didn't really need Hungary there to help him stay up. But even her henpecking (Gilbert you idiot you're going to get your moronic self trampled! Come back here!) couldn't dampen his mood at that moment
( ... )
Re: All's fair 5/unknown
anonymous
May 26 2009, 16:19:41 UTC
He expected that now that the Iron Curtain was getting ragged, Hungary and the Austria would get back together, but strangely enough...they didn't. The few times he saw them together, there was merely a lot of stiff and painfully polite posturing on both sides
( ... )
Re: All's fair 6/um...
anonymous
May 26 2009, 16:21:45 UTC
"Oy, Hungary"
Hungary looked up, startled from reading some papers on the table. She still looked tired and sort of stressed out, if not as much as some times in the not distant enough past. Gilbert glanced at the papers. Oh well, if Elizaveta was too busy to talk she usually said so. Sometimes with a frying pan to the face, even.
No use beating around the bush or whatever they said either.
"You really gotten tired of the four-eyes then?"
"What?" Hungary stared at him.
"Austria, you really finished with him?"
Hungary was suddenly interested in her papers again.
"Why do you ask?" she said suspiciously.
Gilbert rolled his eyes.
"Because he's been stalking me and cried about it when I asked."
No need to say he'd been about four sheets to the wind at the time. Hungary might not approve.
"He-he did?" Hungary was still avoiding Gilbert's gaze, so he went to sit on her table and invade her personal space instead.
"Look, if you're finished with the guy, tell him straight. If not, do the same. Jeez, why do I have to tell you this
( ... )
Re: All's fair 7/eh?
anonymous
May 26 2009, 16:24:46 UTC
He considered it a just reward from heavens when he happened to spot Hungary stepping into a locker room...specifically, the same locker room he'd just gone in to chance his clothes
( ... )
Re: All's fair 10/ha, failed the last there :P
anonymous
May 26 2009, 16:31:53 UTC
Gilbert hardly realized he'd raised his arms for her, and then she was there, kissing him bruisingly hard, her hands wrapped around both of them
( ... )
Re: All's fair 11/11, at last :D
anonymous
May 26 2009, 16:36:19 UTC
They remained like that for a moment, hanging onto each other for an undeterminate time, until Gilbert remembered that he was sort of in pain, not that he was going to admit it
( ... )
Re: All's fair 11/11, at last :D
anonymous
May 27 2009, 16:20:38 UTC
Wow... I wasn't expecting that. Not the angst... but you made up for it with the very hot threesome in the end! And that epilogue- Oh god... there's going to be quite a bit of mayhem in the end, now isn't there?
Re: All's fair 11/11, at last :D
anonymous
May 27 2009, 17:00:17 UTC
I believe it was the inherent angst that called forth my muses, really, though re-reading the prompt after writing I realized it was perhaps not ordered. But, well...what can I do. ^__^; Totally skipped out on writing said mayhem, haha. >3>;
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Notes: (eek, 5209 words? How did that happen? :3) So, my first time writing...the characters, about a trans character in general, AND threesome sexytiems. Plus Gilbert kinda went and stole the show utterly that darling. :P Hope you can bear with all the interfering plot and experimentative use of personal pronouns and whatnot too, orz. ^_^;
All's fair...
There was a blank space in his memory. The last thing Prussia remembered was his brother's embarrassment at their so called "wedding." Really, the things people came up with...wait, no, there's been fighting after that, hadn't there.
Right, how had he forgotten that. And...they'd lost, which would explain how much he was hurting right now.
Why had he even bothered to wake up? Oh right, someone had been calling him names, and one of them had been "coward", which he was not going to take lying down ( ... )
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"Look, I can see the inside of this bloody blindfold. Don't try to tell me I need to keep it on anymore ( ... )
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He was almost ready to try it with the more oldfashioned wooden ones instead, at least those might not be so damn heavy.
In any case, what he didn't need was Russia and his soft, honeyd poison voice.
"It really is such a pity," Gilbert cringed at that word, but Russia didn't seem to notice.
"I almost thought that perhaps we might make you Prussia again, but...you couldn't possible manage such an strenuous deal like this, could you?" Russia said, sounding so damn concerned, like he was talking to a child or something.
Hungary coughed, and when Gilbert glanced back to where she was sitting against the wall, her posture was stiff as a board and her hands clutched in her lap, but her eyes were telling him to be careful in no uncertain terms. Don't let him rile you up, you can't fight right now ( ... )
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And really, he was mostly sure on his prosthetic feet, even being jostled by the crowd, and didn't really need Hungary there to help him stay up. But even her henpecking (Gilbert you idiot you're going to get your moronic self trampled! Come back here!) couldn't dampen his mood at that moment ( ... )
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Hungary looked up, startled from reading some papers on the table. She still looked tired and sort of stressed out, if not as much as some times in the not distant enough past. Gilbert glanced at the papers. Oh well, if Elizaveta was too busy to talk she usually said so. Sometimes with a frying pan to the face, even.
No use beating around the bush or whatever they said either.
"You really gotten tired of the four-eyes then?"
"What?" Hungary stared at him.
"Austria, you really finished with him?"
Hungary was suddenly interested in her papers again.
"Why do you ask?" she said suspiciously.
Gilbert rolled his eyes.
"Because he's been stalking me and cried about it when I asked."
No need to say he'd been about four sheets to the wind at the time. Hungary might not approve.
"He-he did?" Hungary was still avoiding Gilbert's gaze, so he went to sit on her table and invade her personal space instead.
"Look, if you're finished with the guy, tell him straight. If not, do the same. Jeez, why do I have to tell you this ( ... )
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Oh, I'm so sorry about that, hope you don't mind too much. :'(
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Totally skipped out on writing said mayhem, haha. >3>;
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Don't worry, no fiasco, quite the opposite actually!
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