Just a note here: I don't exactly know what Katte looks like since I can only seem to find black and white sketches of him. I basically have him looking a bit like Germany, but with smoother features. I don't exactly know much on how Fritz felt for Katte--aside from attraction. But I have it viewed as him admiring this older man, and being flustered by his feelings for men instead of women. Also know: Katte was 26, Fritz was 18. I was winging it mostly. Katte was known to be a womanizer, so I played along with that, and made him a bit of a maninizer towards Fritz. Yes, I plan on having young Fritz as a little tsundere.
If you need a description of how I'm seeing this pairing, just think Spain and S.Italy. That might make things a bit more clear.
Now, on to part one! (I'll post the rest later tonight)
He could see the look in the prince's eyes whenever he watched that man. The way those ebony orbs in the center seemed to focus in on him, and the color within to glass over--it was such a sign that Fritz was mezmerized. Whenever he watched Hans, it was like watching a zombified slave. It was as if Fritz had been instructed to watch him, monitor him--be entranced by him. The older man had the prince within his grasps if he wanted to have such a thing. And who wouldn't? Fritz was an attractive young man himself. Golden blonde hair that cascaded from his scalp and tied so elegantly in a ponytail with crystalline eyes of aquamarine that would make any sailor wish to sail upon the oceans of his ocular organs. And it was only when Gilbert stopped to look over Fritz's shoulder to examine Hans that he realized that both men were of equal attraction.
Something within Prussia made him curious as to how Hans may have seen Fritz. The hopeless romantic within himself wanted to see if he could make a love connection between the two men disregarding how he was entirely aware that Fritz's father--the king--would not have been happy with that. Alas--he still wanted to try.
"Speak to him." Gilbert urged Fritz as the two men both took their position in taking glances at von Katte. Fritz looked at Gilbert, his cheeks flushed, surprised with the nation's forward decision.
"I-I c-couldn't do that!" the young prince said, his reddened cheeks pure proof that the child (in Gilbert's eyes) was embarassed. Gilbert had to smile a bit. Eighteen years wasn't long to a nation, but watching Fritz grow up to this beautiful young man--it seemed like it had taken forever. Fritz had come to maturity in physical stature, but his mind was still that of a boy.
"Why is that, Frederick?" Gilbert teased. "Are you afraid he might be turned away from you because of your silly little boy crush?" He waved a finger scoldingly at the prince, tsk-tsking at him, almost as if he was ashamed of him.
A huffed expression swept over Fritz's face as Gilbert had the audacity to call him Frederick instead of Fritz. He liked the name Fritz--Frederick was far too formal. "A-Absolutely not!" he snorted, standing firmly and adjusting his posture--throwing off the entire look by crossing his arms like a standard teenager.
Prussia cocked his head in intrigue, almost pouting at the heir. "Well, why aren't you going over say something to him?" he asked, knowing full well that Fritz was procrastinating.
His mouth opened then to speak--then went very quiet, and closed his jaw. Hans was approaching them and the light blush upon Fritz's cheeks seemed to intensify. Hans was smiling at the nation and his prince.
"Guten tag." he said politely, bowing a bit in front of Fritz. "How is our nation and our finest prince doing today?"
"Gut, danke Herr Von Katte." Prussia said, smiling and nodding his head courteously at the man. Hans's complexion was so similar to Fritz, but his hair was shorter and smoothed back, several strands of white blonde hair swaying on his forehead. The one difference Gilbert could spot was their eye color. While Fritz's eyes were the color of the Mediterranean ocean, Hans's were more like the icey azure of the skies over Finland. He was just as attractive as Fritz.
And he could see why Fritz was so hesitant to say something to the man. He was incredibly good looking. The poor prince was having a difficult time responding to the man, trying to come up with a coherent, but still refined answer.
"You don't need to show propriety with me, Fritz." Hans said, extending a hand and squeezing his shoulder. "You appeal to me even without the royalty and refined exterior." Fritz's blushing cheeks were so bright you would have to be color blind not to notice them.
"D-Danke." Fritz said with a smile, and a bow to the older man. "That's very nice of you." Prussia smirked. If chemistry had a feeling--the surge between the two men could be felt by Gilbert as well. He could tell almost instantaneously--this silly boy crush of Frtiz's was mutual.
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(Anonymous) 2009-05-03 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)8D
Writer!Anon: A note
(Anonymous) 2009-05-06 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)If you need a description of how I'm seeing this pairing, just think Spain and S.Italy. That might make things a bit more clear.
Now, on to part one! (I'll post the rest later tonight)
Of Prussia, Princes and Promiscuity
(Anonymous) 2009-05-06 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)Something within Prussia made him curious as to how Hans may have seen Fritz. The hopeless romantic within himself wanted to see if he could make a love connection between the two men disregarding how he was entirely aware that Fritz's father--the king--would not have been happy with that. Alas--he still wanted to try.
"Speak to him." Gilbert urged Fritz as the two men both took their position in taking glances at von Katte. Fritz looked at Gilbert, his cheeks flushed, surprised with the nation's forward decision.
"I-I c-couldn't do that!" the young prince said, his reddened cheeks pure proof that the child (in Gilbert's eyes) was embarassed. Gilbert had to smile a bit. Eighteen years wasn't long to a nation, but watching Fritz grow up to this beautiful young man--it seemed like it had taken forever. Fritz had come to maturity in physical stature, but his mind was still that of a boy.
"Why is that, Frederick?" Gilbert teased. "Are you afraid he might be turned away from you because of your silly little boy crush?" He waved a finger scoldingly at the prince, tsk-tsking at him, almost as if he was ashamed of him.
A huffed expression swept over Fritz's face as Gilbert had the audacity to call him Frederick instead of Fritz. He liked the name Fritz--Frederick was far too formal. "A-Absolutely not!" he snorted, standing firmly and adjusting his posture--throwing off the entire look by crossing his arms like a standard teenager.
Prussia cocked his head in intrigue, almost pouting at the heir. "Well, why aren't you going over say something to him?" he asked, knowing full well that Fritz was procrastinating.
His mouth opened then to speak--then went very quiet, and closed his jaw. Hans was approaching them and the light blush upon Fritz's cheeks seemed to intensify. Hans was smiling at the nation and his prince.
"Guten tag." he said politely, bowing a bit in front of Fritz. "How is our nation and our finest prince doing today?"
"Gut, danke Herr Von Katte." Prussia said, smiling and nodding his head courteously at the man. Hans's complexion was so similar to Fritz, but his hair was shorter and smoothed back, several strands of white blonde hair swaying on his forehead. The one difference Gilbert could spot was their eye color. While Fritz's eyes were the color of the Mediterranean ocean, Hans's were more like the icey azure of the skies over Finland. He was just as attractive as Fritz.
And he could see why Fritz was so hesitant to say something to the man. He was incredibly good looking. The poor prince was having a difficult time responding to the man, trying to come up with a coherent, but still refined answer.
"You don't need to show propriety with me, Fritz." Hans said, extending a hand and squeezing his shoulder. "You appeal to me even without the royalty and refined exterior." Fritz's blushing cheeks were so bright you would have to be color blind not to notice them.
"D-Danke." Fritz said with a smile, and a bow to the older man. "That's very nice of you." Prussia smirked. If chemistry had a feeling--the surge between the two men could be felt by Gilbert as well. He could tell almost instantaneously--this silly boy crush of Frtiz's was mutual.
Re: Of Prussia, Princes and Promiscuity
(Anonymous) 2009-05-06 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Of Prussia, Princes and Promiscuity
(Anonymous) 2009-05-06 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Of Prussia, Princes and Promiscuity
(Anonymous) 2009-05-07 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)And dude, why does it seem like Prussia's military history is full of boy love? XD
[Pfft, reCAPTCHA: misconduct fatal. >D Misconduct, fuck yes.]
OP~
(Anonymous) 2009-05-08 11:44 am (UTC)(link)<3
There's more to come!
(Anonymous) 2009-05-08 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)Get it? Get it up? I'm so funny~
Re: There's more to come!
(Anonymous) 2009-05-09 04:12 am (UTC)(link);__;
You have reduced me to a wibbling puddle of goo anon.
Re: Of Prussia, Princes and Promiscuity
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