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Past-Part Fills Part 7
| Past-Part Fills Part Seven |
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Are You Afraid of the Dark? - Paolo and Francesca [4a/16]
(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 04:14 am (UTC)(link)However, he had confided in Germania Beilschmidt, his long time foe in the war that had finally come to an end, she was easily spooked. If she were to see Germania’s oldest son, Gilbert, an albino who she had been promised to as part of the peace negotiations between their two kingdoms, she would become scared, as she had never seen, met, nor heard of albinism before, and she would panic and possibly run away, ruining the peace the two of them have been working so hard for.
But she certainly wasn’t shallow.
Germania didn’t quite understand, but he was tired of the fighting and wanted this marriage to work, so he agreed that, while Feliciana Vargas would be married to Gilbert Beilschmidt, his youngest son, Ludwig, would be the one to go and marry her in Gilbert’s name before taking her back to his brother.
A simple solution for an unnecessary problem.
Gilbert and Ludwig had agreed, and in a few months time, Ludwig had found himself on the Vargas’s doorstep, marriage papers already signed and filled out for a Gilbert Beilschmidt in hand. Romulus had greeted him with his brother’s name and a wink, his oldest son Lovino with a death glare and some curses. Everything was going according to the plan, which made Ludwig quite happy.
But then he was introduced to Feliciana. And something happened to disrupt the carefully laid out plan.
He fell in love with her.
How could he not? Feliciana was very beautiful, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, with auburn hair that glowed in the sunlight, wide, chocolate brown eyes that he could easily get lost in, and a smile that simply lit up the world. She was fearless and always spoke her mind, yet she was friendly and pleasant in a way he could never quite manage. She was perfect, and Ludwig had no choice but to fall hard and fast.
Ludwig was a man of his word however, and although it seemed Feliciana had fallen just as hard and as suddenly for him, he married her under his brother’s name and took her back to their home with the deception still in place. When Feliciana woke up the next morning, she found she not the man she fell in love with by her side but the one she had been promised to.
Feliciana was furious. She threw Gilbert out of the room and locked herself in it for the rest of the day, refusing to eat and listen to anyone, especially her new husband.
Finally, after hours of screaming wore everyone else out, Ludwig was finally able to talk to her alone. He apologized for the deception and, because he was Ludwig and Feliciana loved him, she forgave him. As they spent most of the night talking, they realized that, despite everything, they were both still very much in love with each other, and decided to continue seeing each other behind Gilbert’s back.
For a while it worked; whenever Gilbert left for business, Ludwig would sneak in and make passionate love to Feliciana. They were careful, for a while, took extra precautions to make sure their secret affair was never found out. For a while, their love blossomed.
Are You Afraid of the Dark? - Paolo and Francesca [4b/16]
(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 04:15 am (UTC)(link)Ludwig was, of course, still in bed with her. Luckily he knew of a trap door he could use to make his escape and told Feliciana to open the door. As she did just that, however, part of Ludwig’s jacket got caught on the trap door, and he was stuck.
When Feliciana opened the door for her husband, all their sins were made clear to him. Blinded by rage, Gilbert drew his sword and stormed over to his treacherous brother, intent on ending his life. Feliciana pleaded with him, begged him not to, because they were brothers, because it shouldn’t end this way, but Gilbert allowed his anger to consume him and was deaf to her words. He raised the sword above his brother’s head and thrust it down with the intent to kill.
Only Feliciana, lovely, pure hearted Feliciana, had put herself in between Gilbert’s sword and Ludwig in an attempt to save her love. Gilbert, horrified by what he had done, because he did truly loved her, retracted his sword, allowing her lifeless form to crumple onto the floor, bleeding out from the gaping wound in her chest.
Shock and grief was shared between the brothers, and Ludwig barely felt it when his brother’s sword sliced neatly through his neck.
The next day, the lovers were buried together in the same tomb, and no one wept more than Gilbert.
Re: Are You Afraid of the Dark? - Paolo and Francesca [4b/16]
(Anonymous) 2012-04-22 05:21 am (UTC)(link)Re: Are You Afraid of the Dark? - Paolo and Francesca [4b/16]
(Anonymous) 2012-07-04 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)(Not to mention that you kinda gave yourself away with the title of this fic. But I don't care, because that show was so much a part of me growing up. And because I still rewatch it on YouTube and love ever damn second.)
Also, I love how they tell these stories on THAT island. Beautiful.
I grew up camping every summer and attending scout outings. Listening to ghost stories and (re)telling them to friends/cousins/siblings, and wandering through the woods late at night while our imaginations wrecked havoc on us. Playing games like Ghost in the Graveyard (http://www.wikihow.com/Play-Ghost-in-the-Graveyard) and other equally creepy ones that you'll never find indexed online.
I LOVE this sort of stuff. Very much awaiting future fills!
Are You Afraid of the Dark? - Interlude [5/16]
(Anonymous) 2012-08-07 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)“That was more of a love story than a ghost story,” Australia said as he crossed his legs and smiled.
“Yeah,” America let out a shaky laugh, “Love stories aren’t that scary…”
“Is that so?” England raised an eyebrow, “Then you wouldn’t mind letting go of my hand so I can feel it again?”
“S-sorry…” he released the hand he’d been clutching all story. England scowled and rubbed it in an attempt to return circulation.
“Germany! What did you think?” Italy said, turning to face his friend.
“That was, uh,” Germany gulped and stared intently at the fire, “an interesting story.”
“Your knuckles are looking a bit white there,” Russia smiled.
“Who’s going next?” Canada asked, “If no one else wants to go-”
“I, well,” Germany cleared his throat, “I have a story in mind, if no one else wants to go.”
“Yes, go ahead,” Russia said as the smile on his face grew, “If you are getting scared, it is better to get your story over and done with. America, would you like to go after him?”
“Fat chance,” America smirked, “I’m still totally not scared. And Germany’s story about little mermaids or whatever is not going to change that.”
“Hans Christian Anderson was Danish,” Germany sighed, “and no, my story doesn’t have mermaid princesses. It does, however, have an elf king…”
Re: Are You Afraid of the Dark? - Der Erlköing [6/16]
(Anonymous) 2012-08-07 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)Schubert was Austrian, and the original mythos is Danish I think, but the famous poem that Schubert based his composition on was by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, who was German, so Germany gets to tell this story.
Erlkoing, by the way, is German for "Elf King," or literally "Alder King," but everyone uses "Elf King." But you're not here for me to rant about languages, you're here to read ghost stories.
Gilbert holds onto his little brother, Ludwig, tightly as he urges the horse through the woods. Ludwig clings firmly to his older brother, frightened by the dark woods, the imposing trees, the scattering sounds all around them this late at night. Suddenly he shudders and pulls his brother’s cloak tighter around him, hiding his face from the forest.
“What’s wrong Lud?” Gilbert attempts a laugh as he pushes the horse faster, “Why are you hiding? There’s nothing out there?”
“Don’t you see him Brother?” Ludwig whispered, barely peeking out over the cloak, “There, hiding among the trees, it’s the Elf King.”
The Elf King is a demon and a trickster, known for preying on the souls of small children, but he’s only a story, a fairy tale. If Ludwig is seeing him…Gilbert shakes his head. That’s a ridiculous notion. It must be the fever talking.
Gilbert looks out into the dark woods surrounding them and sees nothing, “There’s nothing there Lud.”
“He’s there!” Ludwig points out a shaking finger, “Right there, following us! Can’t you see small hat and pointy teeth?”
“There’s nothing there Lud,” he repeats as he grits his teeth and focuses back on the road, “You’re just seeing things in the fog.”
But Ludwig can see him, sees him laughing as he runs alongside the horse and beckons him over with a finger.
“You, dear child, lovely child,” he croons, “Come with me. Come play with me, such wonderful games we will play.” He laughs and Ludwig pales as he tries to escape further into his brother’s coat, “On my beach, there are such lovely flowers. Come see them! Come with me!”
“Brother,” Ludwig tugs at Gilbert’s coat with earnest, “Brother, can’t you hear him? Can’t you hear what the Elf King is promising me?”
“It’s fine, Lud,” he spares an arm to hold his brother more securely as he urges the horse onward, “It’s just the wind. You’re only hearing the wind against the leaves.”
“Don’t you want to come with me, dear child?” he is now gliding effortlessly alongside the horse, whispering in Ludwig’s ear, “My daughters would love for you to come with us.” Behind him in the shadow of the trees, Ludwig sees figures emerging, “Oh they would love for you to come. If you come, they will dance with you all night and sing you to into sleep.”
“Brother,” Ludwig gasps, “Brother, can’t you see over there? The Elf King’s daughters in the woods just beyond the mist?”
“Lud,” Gilbert puffs out as he hurries the horse along, “Lud, I see it clearly. There’s nothing there but old willows. It’s a trick of the light.”
“Oh,” he sighs, right against Ludwig’s cheek, and he can feel the cold chill rushing across his face, “You are too precious, too beautiful for this world. You must come with me, you must,” he grins, showing off his pointed teeth as Ludwig’s body is racked with shudders, “If you will not come willingly, then I’ve not choice but to take you by force.” He reaches out and grabs hold of Ludwig’s arm.
“Brother!” Ludwig shrieks, “Brother, he’s grabbing me! The Elf King, he’s taking me with him!”
“Hold on, Lud,” Gilbert clutches his brother closer to his chest, feeling his fever through his shirt, “Everything will be alright. We’re almost there, I promise, just hang on.”
As they gallop on, Ludwig falls silent, and Gilbert finds this far more disconcerting than his babbling had been.
Gilbert arrives at the doctor’s house, leaps from the saddle, and starts banging on the door, “Specs! Specs get out here now!”
But even as the doctor answers the door, Gilbert realizes it’s already too late.
Ludwig lays in his arms, motionless, dead.
Re: Are You Afraid of the Dark? - Der Erlköing [6/16]
(Anonymous) 2012-08-07 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)