Part 3: (N.Ita/Ger) Blasphemy!
anonymous
June 10 2009, 10:59:39 UTC
Feliciano was happy. Really, really happy, like bubbly ravioli at the surface of boiling water. Like spaghetti at just the right consistency so that it stuck to a wall and was all soft and tasty, not that he would ever throw pasta at a wall. That would be stupid.
Ludwig was going to eat his dinner in his house and really give it a try, and Lovino was going to really give Ludwig a try, promising to be nice just for his birthday. He had always hoped the two al dente men of his life would come together to make a delicious blend of happiness, and today might just be his day! Lovino even seemed to be warming to the other stoic country after Germany had agreed he would, yes, make sure they were bothered neither by Spain or France.
Feliciano danced and hummed as he gave the alfredo sauce, home made, of course nothing less would do, a few extra stirs for good measure before pouring overtop of the cooked pasta. He could hear the two of them in the dining room, talking amiably. Perfetto! And he just knew Ludwig was going to love this! Gnocchi
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Part 4: (Ger/N.Italy) Way to go
anonymous
June 10 2009, 11:02:08 UTC
“I’m telling, West,” It was disturbing the way Prussia sung the words, waggling his finger, “I’m telling everyone if you don’t distract Austria for me!”
Ludwig leaned back into the chair, sternly crossing his arms. He was most certainly not helping Prussia his latest harebrained scheme to capture Hungary’s heart. And this blackmail was ridiculous. There was no way Gilbert could know if he and Italy were involved to tell anyone. He was just making up things again
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Ludwig was going to eat his dinner in his house and really give it a try, and Lovino was going to really give Ludwig a try, promising to be nice just for his birthday. He had always hoped the two al dente men of his life would come together to make a delicious blend of happiness, and today might just be his day! Lovino even seemed to be warming to the other stoic country after Germany had agreed he would, yes, make sure they were bothered neither by Spain or France.
Feliciano danced and hummed as he gave the alfredo sauce, home made, of course nothing less would do, a few extra stirs for good measure before pouring overtop of the cooked pasta. He could hear the two of them in the dining room, talking amiably. Perfetto! And he just knew Ludwig was going to love this! Gnocchi ( ... )
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Ludwig leaned back into the chair, sternly crossing his arms. He was most certainly not helping Prussia his latest harebrained scheme to capture Hungary’s heart. And this blackmail was ridiculous. There was no way Gilbert could know if he and Italy were involved to tell anyone. He was just making up things again ( ... )
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*snerrrrrk* Awesome, anon :'D
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