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2014-11-30 09:38 pm (UTC)
Eggs and A Playfight
Going with Nyo!PruAme for this. I’m crossing my fingers. Please, enjoy ^^ The title sucks, but is relevant.
The smell of fried egg and toast drifted through the house, rousing Emily from a peaceful doze after some early morning activities with her lover. Sitting up in bed, she stretched and gave a huge yawn, getting another whiff of the breakfast being cooked at the other end of the house. Grinning, she threw the sheets back and sprung out of bed, pausing long enough to grab her oversized nightshirt before taking off to the kitchen.
Emily had found herself falling head over heels for the great nation of Prussia even when she was still a colony. The first time she had laid eyes on her, she had thought her some kind of angel as she had strode across a bloodstained battlefield seeking her out. The way her hair had billowed out behind her, the highly unconventional way she dressed, the amused smile she wore as she observed the scene, all of it had struck a chord within her. And as Julia had introduced herself, Emily had felt something connect, something she had never felt before. This woman had an air to her that drew her in, making her long to always be by her. And as time passed, she had slowly made her way into her life. On the day the Berlin Wall came down, she had made sure to be there next to her sister, greeting her with open arms and later, a shy first kiss in the garden behind Germany’s house.
In the kitchen, clad in similar pajamas and wearing an apron, Julia was making quick work of the food. She grinned when she heard feet hit the floor, hurrying to arrange their food on plates before sitting them down at the table. Her silvery white hair glinted in the sunshine filtering through the windows, making it look as though it was glowing as Emily charged in. Looking up, she flashed the grin her way as she turned from the table.
“Good morning, Prinzessin*. I hope you are hungry.” Emily nodded her greeting as she returned to the counter to grab their coffee.
Emily waited patiently for the cups to be sat down on the table before wrapping her arms aroundthe other’s waist from behind. “Mmm, smells good. Thanks.” The older one leaned back into the embrace, and they shared a quick kiss over her shoulder.
They sat down, with Julia at the head of the table, and Emily to her left. Julia, taking a careful sip of coffee, watched Emily as she used her fork to press bits of egg into her toast, then take dainty bites. “You know, I never grow tired of watching you eat.”
Emily looked over at her, pausing mid-chew. “Hmm?”
Chuckling, she picked up her own fork and began to stab at the yellow fluff. “You are always so careful not to drop a crumb. It’s cute.”
Swallowing the bite in her mouth, Emily took a sip of her own coffee, and shrugged. “Well, when your mama is the main authority on how a young lady should conduct herself, well… you know.” Rolling her eyes, she returned to her food, putting a bit more egg on her toast. “Old habits die hard, sometimes not at all.”
Julia nodded. “Yes, that’s true I suppose.” Picking at her toast, she smirked. “Remind me to thank your mama later on for it.”
“Ugh. Don’t even.”
Their eyes met, and at once they both burst out laughing. Alice, the personification of the UK, could be quite cold with her approach to people. Although she did have love for her former colony, she rarely showed it. In fact, she could be quite cynical, never letting the cool and calm mask she wore falter. The woman held nothing but contempt for Julia, having stated quite clearly that not only did she disapprove of Julia being Emily’s choice for a partner, but that she disapproved of Julia altogether. Her aura of playful energy and arrogance went against what Alice thought a lady should be.
Unfortunately for the proper lady Kirkland, neither Emily or Julia really cared. It was those traits they both shared that had drawn them together, after all.
Breakfast was soon over, the time passed swapping gossip about their fellow nations. After a quick clean up, they made their way back to their room to shower and dress. They were both on vacation, and didn’t really have any plans on how to spend their free time other than with each other, but together it would be spent.
Later on, Julia had settled on the couch to watch the morning trash talk TV she had come to crave. Emily had disappeared… probably to tinker around with something before their date that afternoon. As she sat there listening to another set of paternity tests being read, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Long centuries trained in battle had taught her to be aware of her surroundings at all times. And if her senses were correct, there was someone lurking behind the couch! Since she hadn’t heard any doors or windows open, that meant it could only be one person.
“What are you planning, prinzessin?” she cooed, her eyes never leaving the set.
A muffled giggle reached her ears.
Julia shook her head slowly in mock disappointment. “Now now, what did I teach you about stalking your enemy, hmm?” Carefully, she reached over and grabbed a throw pillow, as poised as a cat. “You must never make a sound!”
On the last word she spun around in her seat and swiped the pillow over the back of the couch, only to be met with the cold splurt of water catching her between the eyes, making her freeze in place.
“Ha ha ha! And if I remember correctly, you told me to always keep an eye on the prize, so you don’t get caught off guard!” Emily was standing in front of her, one of her old t-shirts tied off exposing her midriff, her cut-off jean shorts not visible from her position. Poking her tongue out at her, she wtwirled a neon green water pistol around on her finger. “I do believe that’s one-to-zip, madam.”
Julia flashed an evil smirk, her bi-colored eyes flashing with excitement. “Oh really? Not for long, little girl.” In an instant she was over the back of the couch, and the chase was on, the TV forgotten.
They engaged in a game of chase throughout the house, dodging around corners and hiding behind furniture, both brandishing their weapons with a skill only those experienced in this sort of battle bore.
Whump! Julia had taken a swipe at Emily’s thigh, missing when she twisted around another corner and catching her on the butt, a screech followed by mad cackling coming from the mischievous blonde. Dodging another blow, Emily whirled around and caught her lover in the chest with a stream of water. Julia gasped, making a squeaky noise at the cold stream of liquid sliding down between her breasts.
They continued for a good half hour, finally wearing each other out when they made it back to the living room, where they collapsed on the couch next to each other, breathing heavily with grins on their faces.
“Well, that was fun.” Emily whooshed, slumping over to lean on Julia, her head resting on her shoulder.
With a content sigh, Julia tucked the pillow in beside her, and moved so that her arm was wrapped around the other. Pulling her close, she maneuvered them until she and Emily were a comfortable tangle of arms and legs. “Yes, a good way to kill time. Tiring, but fun.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Emily relaxed into her girlfriend’s arms, her heartbeat slowing back to a slow and steady thump as they cuddled close. “Now we’ll have to shower again before we go. We’re all sticky.”
“And whose fault is that, hmm?” Julia leaned back into the couch, settling them both in. “Although I don’t mind taking another one. We can have fun in there, too.”
Emily giggled, a light blush dusting her cheeks. “Julchen, you’re too much.”
She smiled at her, leaning forward and kissing her on the forehead. “I know, and you love it.”
Julia had never loved anyone as much as she loved Emily. She didn’t think it possible to find someone who seemed to complete her so well. And as they sat there and caught the end of the show, she couldn’t imagine her life without her. Since that day when she had first saw her, angry and scared, covered in dirt and blood from the battle she had just been in, she had known that there was something special about her. And throughout the years, they had managed to grow closer and closer together, each smile, laugh, and tear shed strengthening the bond between them. Even when war and politics had drove a wedge between the two, somehow they had managed to find each other.
Tightening her hold on her, she buried her nose in her hair, taking in her scent, content in the knowledge she could spend the rest of her existence just like this. Whatever time she had left, anyway.
AN – Prinzessin means Princess in German. Idk, seems like something Julia would call Emily. I used the character descriptions from the Wiki, but I might have strayed off path so I could inject what I hope is fluff. I hope this is what you are looking for OP. If not, I apologize. Thanks for the great prompt, I enjoyed writing this.
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