Another sigh greets him as he turns back around. Francis shakes his head good-naturedly, now a slightly painful expression on his face. “I wish it would be that easy.”
Somehow this conversation is about more than just the cigarette, Ludwig becomes aware. Francis looks so lost, so sad and frustrated – something he only does when Arthur is involved in one or the other way – that Ludwig has to bite his lips hard to keep himself from rushing back and shaking some sense into England personally.
It’s not that he dislikes Arthur, not at all, they get along pretty well – even go drinking together from time to time – but when it comes to Francis, nothing seems to make sense anymore to Ludwig. It’s as if he is fighting a war about that he knows nothing at all, not the goal nor the enemies are clear to him.
It’s probably the same he would react when anybody would hurt his brothers’ or Feliciano’s feelings, only different, different in a way he can not explain. So his thoughts are on autopilot like they always are when the confusion is getting too much to sort out.
And when he has too much to think over, he tends to get irrational. That’s the only explanation he can offer as to why the next sentence leaves his mouth.
“I have nothing against you touching me.”
Francis’s eyes are on his in an instance, wide and perhaps shocked and suddenly Ludwig’s throat gets dry and he inwardly curses his inability to deal with feelings. Having a talk with Arthur would have been the better solution he thinks but what is said can not be taken back.
And shouldn’t be, since he knows that it’s the truth speaking out of his heart.
“I – I mea-“
But Francis cuts him of as he is suddenly in Ludwig’s arms, warm and laughing and still smelling a bit after smoke, but the sadness has nearly vanished and that’s enough for Ludwig to know that he most likely did something right here.
Francis can’t stop laughing, whispering French words against Germany’s neck Ludwig doesn’t understand but they sound like sweet music to his ears nonetheless.
The single word he hears and knows the meaning of is a softly muttered Merci, over and over again. Suddenly it is easy, and he doesn’t give it a second thought when he whispers with a hoarse voice and tightening arms back in German.
“Danke.”
And then, because it is what he feels, now for a long time, “Ich liebe dich.” Soft and hushed. Love you for who you are and what you give me, he adds silently in his thoughts.
Ludwig almost believes that Francis didn’t hear it but then he is pulled down and lips connect with his. It’s everything he knows and everything he doesn’t, all new but familiar. The warmth and gentleness and eagerness, fragments of possessiveness on his part, seduction on Francis’s part and altogether something completely wonderful.
When they part – breathlessly and both blushing – Francis intertwines their fingers of both hands and rests his fore head against Ludwig’s. Blue orbs meet blue orbs, only slightly different in their colour.
“Je t’aime.”
Ludwig can’t stop a silly grin from spreading over his face so very unlike him.
“Good.” He simply says after some minutes of not being able to stop smiling so damn idiotically at France. Before he gets to add more, he receives another talented kiss from Francis.
Anyway~ I absolutely loved this; Germany/France is so rare, and skchhs I love how Germany still thinks fondly of Italy, even as he falls in love with France. And I love the France->England, you included so many OTPs in one fic ♥♥ win, author!anon, win.
whaaaa~~ Such a rare pairing! I've been actually wondering why there is no more about them. I mean, they're almost completely opposite, it makes everything so interesting 8D
Anyway, you write really well author!anon <3 I enjoyed much ^^
I liked it. And if you think about it, it's not so strange pairing - After all, it was France and Germany that created EU... they still are the main and biggest countries there...
Oh *anon*. Your imagery is so gorgeous, and the emotions that run through this are poignant and perfect. My heart was in my throat the whole time - especilly 2 and 4. It wasn't overly done or sappy, just the lyrical, beautiful aching truth of the way Ludwig in love *would be*. I love this so much anon. Love this pairing, love the way you portrayed them. Serious business!cooking!France is a major kink of mine. I love the sincere quality of Germany's *appreciation* for France's personality, beyond the nympho caricature. Everything about this was lovely.
I wonder, are you a native english speaker? There were a few quirks that made me think you might not be, or at least using an overzealous spellchecker that replaced words occasionally. Honestly, the writing was so good that it didn't detract from it much; but if you do non-anon writing in this fandom, I'd be delighted to beta for you if you wanted.
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(Anonymous) 2009-05-14 11:52 am (UTC)(link)“Others manage without, so can you.”
Another sigh greets him as he turns back around.
Francis shakes his head good-naturedly, now a slightly painful expression on his face.
“I wish it would be that easy.”
Somehow this conversation is about more than just the cigarette, Ludwig becomes aware.
Francis looks so lost, so sad and frustrated – something he only does when Arthur is involved in one or the other way – that Ludwig has to bite his lips hard to keep himself from rushing back and shaking some sense into England personally.
It’s not that he dislikes Arthur, not at all, they get along pretty well – even go drinking together from time to time – but when it comes to Francis, nothing seems to make sense anymore to Ludwig.
It’s as if he is fighting a war about that he knows nothing at all, not the goal nor the enemies are clear to him.
It’s probably the same he would react when anybody would hurt his brothers’ or Feliciano’s feelings, only different, different in a way he can not explain.
So his thoughts are on autopilot like they always are when the confusion is getting too much to sort out.
And when he has too much to think over, he tends to get irrational.
That’s the only explanation he can offer as to why the next sentence leaves his mouth.
“I have nothing against you touching me.”
Francis’s eyes are on his in an instance, wide and perhaps shocked and suddenly Ludwig’s throat gets dry and he inwardly curses his inability to deal with feelings.
Having a talk with Arthur would have been the better solution he thinks but what is said can not be taken back.
And shouldn’t be, since he knows that it’s the truth speaking out of his heart.
“I – I mea-“
But Francis cuts him of as he is suddenly in Ludwig’s arms, warm and laughing and still smelling a bit after smoke, but the sadness has nearly vanished and that’s enough for Ludwig to know that he most likely did something right here.
Francis can’t stop laughing, whispering French words against Germany’s neck Ludwig doesn’t understand but they sound like sweet music to his ears nonetheless.
The single word he hears and knows the meaning of is a softly muttered Merci, over and over again.
Suddenly it is easy, and he doesn’t give it a second thought when he whispers with a hoarse voice and tightening arms back in German.
“Danke.”
And then, because it is what he feels, now for a long time, “Ich liebe dich.”
Soft and hushed.
Love you for who you are and what you give me, he adds silently in his thoughts.
Ludwig almost believes that Francis didn’t hear it but then he is pulled down and lips connect with his. It’s everything he knows and everything he doesn’t, all new but familiar.
The warmth and gentleness and eagerness, fragments of possessiveness on his part, seduction on Francis’s part and altogether something completely wonderful.
When they part – breathlessly and both blushing – Francis intertwines their fingers of both hands and rests his fore head against Ludwig’s.
Blue orbs meet blue orbs, only slightly different in their colour.
“Je t’aime.”
Ludwig can’t stop a silly grin from spreading over his face so very unlike him.
“Good.” He simply says after some minutes of not being able to stop smiling so damn idiotically at France. Before he gets to add more, he receives another talented kiss from Francis.
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(Anonymous) 2009-05-14 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)Anyway~ I absolutely loved this; Germany/France is so rare, and skchhs I love how Germany still thinks fondly of Italy, even as he falls in love with France. And I love the France->England, you included so many OTPs in one fic ♥♥ win, author!anon, win.
Re: 5 times
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(Anonymous) 2009-05-14 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)Such a rare pairing! I've been actually wondering why there is no more about them. I mean, they're almost completely opposite, it makes everything so interesting 8D
Anyway, you write really well author!anon <3 I enjoyed much ^^
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(Anonymous) 2009-05-16 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: 5 times
(Anonymous) 2009-05-17 11:13 am (UTC)(link)I wonder, are you a native english speaker? There were a few quirks that made me think you might not be, or at least using an overzealous spellchecker that replaced words occasionally. Honestly, the writing was so good that it didn't detract from it much; but if you do non-anon writing in this fandom, I'd be delighted to beta for you if you wanted.