You're Going Down, Hapsburg! ... Or not. 1/2
anonymous
May 27 2009, 04:56:54 UTC
"--and that is why I laugh at you, yes, laugh, because I am so awesomeInstead of doing the decent thing by trembling in terror and immediately admitting defeat, Austria calmly finished polishing his glasses with his handkerchief. The handkerchief was singed with gunpowder, and Austria was covered with dirt and whatever muck there was on the battlefield, but he looked as cool, detached and aristocratic as ever. "I see. Your unique opinions never fail to be thought-provoking
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You're Going Down, Hapsburg!... Or not 2/2
anonymous
May 27 2009, 04:59:04 UTC
Hungary thus found Prussia stripping Austria of his waistcoat, shirt, knee-breeches and dignity in the middle of a battlefield. At first, she didn't quite know how to react, as, though she was incensed at the idea that anyone could defeat Austria, it had been a long-cherished dream of hers to see Prussia taking off all of her beloved Austria's clothing. And, she had to admit, the view was really nice. Once he had stripped Austria to his smallclothes, Prussia began to disrobe himself. Hungary was utterly delighted. It was the love that dare not speak its name! Of course, she had heard a lot about it from innocent little Italy, who hadn't seen just what was so wrong about it and thus filled Hungary's heart with glee at the idea of boylove, but it was so rare to actually see it.
Austria struggled up out of the pile of musical instruments, panting and utterly gorgeous in his state of near nudity. His brown hair stuck up at wild angles and his glasses dangled off the end of his nose. "You call that a double Windsor knot? And where are
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Re: You're Going Down, Hapsburg!... Or not 2/2
anonymous
May 27 2009, 10:16:59 UTC
YOU, anon, WIN LOTS OF INTERNETS. And god, I love their dialogue.
"I can live only on bread and cheese!"
Austria raised an eyebrow. "Can you?"
"That's a legitimate talent!" Pffft. Prussia. ♥ *joins Hungary in enjoying the view*
Though that ending prompted me to wish for an epilogue where Hungary chases the still-pantsless Prussia back to Old Fritz, who promptly facepalms at the sight. Because, really. ("Put on some pants, Preußen, or I refuse to be your king.")
Re: You're Going Down, Hapsburg!... Or not 2/2
anonymous
May 27 2009, 19:56:29 UTC
You, author!anon, are brilliant. As is Hungary in this, whether she means to be ("Roderich plays the piano. You just play the fool.") or is so incidentally (Hungary was utterly delighted. It was the love that dare not speak its name!).
Based off the song, and you will be loved if you used either America or Prussia. Because both of them radiate awesomeness and an ego.
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Austria struggled up out of the pile of musical instruments, panting and utterly gorgeous in his state of near nudity. His brown hair stuck up at wild angles and his glasses dangled off the end of his nose. "You call that a double Windsor knot? And where are ( ... )
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This was brilliant!
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"I can live only on bread and cheese!"
Austria raised an eyebrow. "Can you?"
"That's a legitimate talent!" Pffft. Prussia. ♥ *joins Hungary in enjoying the view*
Though that ending prompted me to wish for an epilogue where Hungary chases the still-pantsless Prussia back to Old Fritz, who promptly facepalms at the sight. Because, really. ("Put on some pants, Preußen, or I refuse to be your king.")
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I have a craving for sacher torte now, myself.
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