Is this too much??
anonymous
June 21 2009, 17:29:33 UTC
Anybody recalls a certain man named Armin Meiwes? I can't help it but think of Ludwig and Gilbert ... Therefore this sick anon requests Germancest and cannibalism.
I don't know much about Prussian history but I see the whole dissolution in 1947 as his fall, when Gilbert starts living his humble life as East Germany, and finally the German reunification as being devoured by Ludwig. That's just how I see it but wonderful writer!anons please write it however way you want. I don't really care who's chowing down on who either.
Make it graphic, make it violent, make it dark and angsty.
I feel greedy asking for so much... bonus for blood play or bondage or something... :D
Just Under My Skin [1a/?]
anonymous
July 3 2009, 05:03:15 UTC
Anon actually saw this a while ago, but didn‘t want to make any promises in case she didn‘t finish the story in a timely manner. Armin Meiwes was a strange case, but made an excellent prompt. Hopefully you don’t mind I replaced the penis eating with something else.I couldn’t bring myself to write it for some reason. ;A; Although, Gilbert probably would have had a hissy fit if Ludwig tried to cut off his five meters, any way. Tell me if there's any spelling/grammar errors I didn't catch.
This wasn't the kind of life Gilbert wanted.
He didn't want late mornings walking his and Ludwig's dogs, didn't want lazy afternoons in the garden, didn't want nights lounging on the couch drinking a beer and watching TV, or while Ludwig read the paper to him.
He wanted--no, he craved--early mornings training, going over battles plans, afternoons fighting and declaring victory for his leaders, and long nights filled with drinking and singing and retelling war stories about the great prowess of his country
( ... )
Just Under My Skin [1b/?]
anonymous
July 3 2009, 05:10:24 UTC
"Well? Wha' is it?"
A little smile--more like a smirk--wormed its way onto Ludwig's face. The expression on his brother always unsettled Gilbert. But he did not make a fuss, only raised an eyebrow as Ludwig stood and walked to the bookcase, placing Die Verwandlung back on a shelf.
"Bruder," Ludwig began, trailing a finger through the dust on the bookcase. "Are you familiar with the act of cannibalism? It's the eating of human flesh, practiced by another human
( ... )
Just Under My Skin [1c + 2/?]
anonymous
July 3 2009, 05:14:47 UTC
Coughing into his fist, Ludwig went on. “I thought this was be the best solution, to all problems between us. If I lose, you eat me and the unification is complete. Then you can do whatever you wish as the country of Germany. If you lose, I will devour you, and you...”
Gilbert crossed his arms. “I’ll what, West?”
Ludwig ran a hand over his face. He was acting inconsistently, irrationally. Gilbert watched him warily, curiosity and anticipation growing.
“You’ve often said you’re unhappy with your life here, with me. If you are dead, you wouldn’t have to deal with it any more.”
Gilbert stared hard at Ludwig, and the announced, “That is the shittiest, most fucked up idea I have ever heard of.”
Ludwig sighed heavily, and allowed himself to drop onto the sofa. "I thought you'd of agreed."
"Seriously?"I obviously judged your character wrongly, I'm sorry
( ... )
Just Under My Skin [3a/?]
anonymous
July 3 2009, 05:18:47 UTC
Even though Gilbert had kicked and squirmed in Ludwig's embrace, trying to gain the upper hand again, Ludwig still managed to make it up the stairs, dropping his brother into a low chair with a dull thud.
Quickly, Ludwig snatched up a length of rope from the grimy floor, binding Gilbert's calves to the chair's legs.
Gilbert scoffed, but didn't try to stop Ludwig. "I thought all of this was supposed to be, y'know, voluntary?" The tone was almost mocking.
"I won't run away." Real warriors like him didn't run away.
"Of course." Ludwig pulled his knot tight, pushing himself back up into a standing position. "This is to keep your movements limited. It just makes things...easier."
Following Ludwig with his gaze, Gilbert saw him carefully pull a dark blue sheet off a long table in the corner of the room.
The table was covered in knives.
"Crap, West, you actually prepared for this
( ... )
Just Under My Skin [3b/?]
anonymous
July 3 2009, 05:28:01 UTC
ffff nobody saw my deanon, nope.
They finally pulled away, trailing crimson-tinted saliva. Ludwig, still leaning on his brother's shoulder, pushed his severed hand into his face.
"Would you like to try?" He breathed the question out, smiling just a little.
Gilbert wanted to say, "none for me, no thank you," but instead he opened his mouth, and bit down the heel of his hand ("More meat there," he heard Ludwig say), the skin tough and slightly sweaty
( ... )
Just Under My Skin [3c/3c]
anonymous
July 3 2009, 05:30:05 UTC
"I'm glad it's you." Gilbert didn't know why he said it, as Ludwig placed a knee between his legs. It was stupid, and sounded so, well, unmanly, and God, this is what he got for spending so many years with that pansy Roderich.
Ludwig nodded, once, his mouth tight. "I know." He pushed a bit of Gilbert's unruly hair out of his face. "I am, too."
Gilbert felt the knife press against his chest, the cloth of his wife-beater top suddenly very thin.
"Ich bin froh," he repeated, and Ludwig kissed him again, slow and soft.
He opened his mouth easily, welcoming, and Ludwig pulled his arm back and stabbed Gilbert right in the heart.
And he did it again, and again, and again, and again, and Gilbert kept kissing him, gasping every time the knife went in and out, feeling the sharp pain, and the warm pleasure, and the trickle of the blood down his chest.
Gilbert felt everything and everything, until he couldn't feel any more.
OP is pleased kufufu~♥
anonymous
July 5 2009, 11:03:54 UTC
damn my heart just about exploded when i saw this was filled T.T THANK YOU SO MUCH WRITER!ANON THI--THIS IS INEFFABLE!! Should stop abusing caps now but ahhh how do I convey this contentment?!
It was sad how Gilbert was staring to feel so.. empty, but then again he always have the tendency to make me feel sad. I actually enjoyed their short span of violent hitting!
"Yeah, well, you always have Feliciano for that, right?"--GOD how lonely were you Gilbo D:
"Maybe. Yeah, sure, whatever. Cut off my other hand, put it in a stew."-- I laughed so hard at this :)
Also, is Berlitz one of their doggies' name?
All in all, I wanna lick you now and looking forward to the epilogue love
Re: OP is pleased kufufu~♥
anonymous
July 15 2009, 06:06:18 UTC
I'm really glad you enjoyed this. <3 It was actually a lot of fun to write.
Ahaha, I suck at writing fighting scenes, so I'm happy this one was all right. XD
Sorry for taking so long on the epilogue--I got caught up in a bunch of family stuff and didn't have time to write it until now. Also, I posted a part that accidentally got left out. OTL||||||
Oh, and yes, Berlitz is the name of one of Ludwig's dogs. At least that what it says on the Hetalia wiki. The two other dogs' names are Blackie and Aster.
Just Under My Skin [3b1/?] READ THIS BEFORE 3b because I fail
anonymous
July 15 2009, 05:56:42 UTC
OTL||| I'm so sorry. This goes between 3a and 3b.
Gilbert eyed the knife resting on the ground next to Ludwig, the latter following his gaze.
He shook his head. "Nein, that one is too thin. I think a cleaver would be more appropriate."
Brushing the dust from the attic floor off his slacks, Ludwig stood. He began rummaging around the many sharp objects laying on the nearby table, letting loose a little cry of triumph as he found what he was looking for.
Gilbert braced himself when Ludwig stalked back over to him, grabbing his arm and bringing the meat cleaver swiftly down, right on his wrist.
As the knife hit his arteries, blood exploded out the wound, Gott all that red, and Gilbert couldn't help but think it was the most beautiful thing he had seen in years.
Ripping away what little kept his hand connected to his forearm, Ludwig raised it to his lips and Gilbert could've sworn he giggled
( ... )
I don't know much about Prussian history but I see the whole dissolution in 1947 as his fall, when Gilbert starts living his humble life as East Germany, and finally the German reunification as being devoured by Ludwig. That's just how I see it but wonderful writer!anons please write it however way you want. I don't really care who's chowing down on who either.
Make it graphic, make it violent, make it dark and angsty.
I feel greedy asking for so much... bonus for blood play or bondage or something... :D
Reply
Armin Meiwes was a strange case, but made an excellent prompt.
Hopefully you don’t mind I replaced the penis eating with something else.I couldn’t bring myself to write it for some reason. ;A;
Although, Gilbert probably would have had a hissy fit if Ludwig tried to cut off his five meters, any way.
Tell me if there's any spelling/grammar errors I didn't catch.
This wasn't the kind of life Gilbert wanted.
He didn't want late mornings walking his and Ludwig's dogs, didn't want lazy afternoons in the garden, didn't want nights lounging on the couch drinking a beer and watching TV, or while Ludwig read the paper to him.
He wanted--no, he craved--early mornings training, going over battles plans, afternoons fighting and declaring victory for his leaders, and long nights filled with drinking and singing and retelling war stories about the great prowess of his country ( ... )
Reply
A little smile--more like a smirk--wormed its way onto Ludwig's face. The expression on his brother always unsettled Gilbert. But he did not make a fuss, only raised an eyebrow as Ludwig stood and walked to the bookcase, placing Die Verwandlung back on a shelf.
"Bruder," Ludwig began, trailing a finger through the dust on the bookcase. "Are you familiar with the act of cannibalism? It's the eating of human flesh, practiced by another human ( ... )
Reply
Gilbert crossed his arms. “I’ll what, West?”
Ludwig ran a hand over his face. He was acting inconsistently, irrationally. Gilbert watched him warily, curiosity and anticipation growing.
“You’ve often said you’re unhappy with your life here, with me. If you are dead, you wouldn’t have to deal with it any more.”
Gilbert stared hard at Ludwig, and the announced, “That is the shittiest, most fucked up idea I have ever heard of.”
Ludwig sighed heavily, and allowed himself to drop onto the sofa. "I thought you'd of agreed."
"Seriously?"I obviously judged your character wrongly, I'm sorry ( ... )
Reply
Quickly, Ludwig snatched up a length of rope from the grimy floor, binding Gilbert's calves to the chair's legs.
Gilbert scoffed, but didn't try to stop Ludwig. "I thought all of this was supposed to be, y'know, voluntary?" The tone was almost mocking.
"I won't run away." Real warriors like him didn't run away.
"Of course." Ludwig pulled his knot tight, pushing himself back up into a standing position. "This is to keep your movements limited. It just makes things...easier."
Following Ludwig with his gaze, Gilbert saw him carefully pull a dark blue sheet off a long table in the corner of the room.
The table was covered in knives.
"Crap, West, you actually prepared for this ( ... )
Reply
They finally pulled away, trailing crimson-tinted saliva. Ludwig, still leaning on his brother's shoulder, pushed his severed hand into his face.
"Would you like to try?" He breathed the question out, smiling just a little.
Gilbert wanted to say, "none for me, no thank you," but instead he opened his mouth, and bit down the heel of his hand ("More meat there," he heard Ludwig say), the skin tough and slightly sweaty ( ... )
Reply
Ludwig nodded, once, his mouth tight. "I know." He pushed a bit of Gilbert's unruly hair out of his face. "I am, too."
Gilbert felt the knife press against his chest, the cloth of his wife-beater top suddenly very thin.
"Ich bin froh," he repeated, and Ludwig kissed him again, slow and soft.
He opened his mouth easily, welcoming, and Ludwig pulled his arm back and stabbed Gilbert right in the heart.
And he did it again, and again, and again, and again, and Gilbert kept kissing him, gasping every time the knife went in and out, feeling the sharp pain, and the warm pleasure, and the trickle of the blood down his chest.
Gilbert felt everything and everything, until he couldn't feel any more.
Reply
I hope you enjoyed, and this wasn't nearly as bad as I'm afraid it turned out to be.
I plan on posting an epilogue, but that will come tomorrow.
Reply
You have devoured my mind with twisted awesome, author!anon
Reply
T.T THANK YOU SO MUCH WRITER!ANON THI--THIS IS INEFFABLE!! Should stop abusing caps now but ahhh how do I convey this contentment?!
It was sad how Gilbert was staring to feel so.. empty, but then again he always have the tendency to make me feel sad. I actually enjoyed their short span of violent hitting!
"Yeah, well, you always have Feliciano for that, right?"--GOD how lonely were you Gilbo D:
"Maybe. Yeah, sure, whatever. Cut off my other hand, put it in a stew."-- I laughed so hard at this :)
Also, is Berlitz one of their doggies' name?
All in all, I wanna lick you now and looking forward to the epilogue love
Reply
Ahaha, I suck at writing fighting scenes, so I'm happy this one was all right. XD
Sorry for taking so long on the epilogue--I got caught up in a bunch of family stuff and didn't have time to write it until now. Also, I posted a part that accidentally got left out. OTL||||||
Oh, and yes, Berlitz is the name of one of Ludwig's dogs. At least that what it says on the Hetalia wiki. The two other dogs' names are Blackie and Aster.
Reply
Reply
Gilbert eyed the knife resting on the ground next to Ludwig, the latter following his gaze.
He shook his head. "Nein, that one is too thin. I think a cleaver would be more appropriate."
Brushing the dust from the attic floor off his slacks, Ludwig stood. He began rummaging around the many sharp objects laying on the nearby table, letting loose a little cry of triumph as he found what he was looking for.
Gilbert braced himself when Ludwig stalked back over to him, grabbing his arm and bringing the meat cleaver swiftly down, right on his wrist.
As the knife hit his arteries, blood exploded out the wound, Gott all that red, and Gilbert couldn't help but think it was the most beautiful thing he had seen in years.
Ripping away what little kept his hand connected to his forearm, Ludwig raised it to his lips and Gilbert could've sworn he giggled ( ... )
Reply
Leave a comment