Berwald was certainly at an advantage when it came to dodging, Ludwig noted dully. His legs were exceptionally long and slender, making the depth of the snow less of a hindrance, but they had enough power in their sinewy muscles to be able to propel him to wherever he needed to be, and fast. And despite his large size, it seemed he had great control over his body; he could duck and twist and not lose his footing, once.
On the other hand, though, Ludwig had the advantage when it came to throwing. He was built - broad chest and shoulders, long arms, thick, powerful muscle pulled taut over all of it. Berwald may have had longer arms and possibly larger hands, but Ludwig could put the speed and force behind every projectile. And he normally had devastating accuracy, but - agh - Berwald was just too quick!
They were at a stalemate. As fast as Ludwig could throw them, Berwald could dodge them. Ludwig was throwing them too quickly for Berwald to have enough time to make any himself, but - damn, almost got him - Berwald let out a low laugh and it caused a hitch in Ludwig’s throwing - he wasn’t hitting Berwald either.
Ludwig realized that if he could get Berwald off of his feet, he’d get the advantage. He groaned, mid-throw; Berwald was almost certainly faster than he was, with those legs. Then again..it was likely that Ludwig had more stamina. He’d try wearing him out first, and then charge.
Which is exactly what happened. Evening descended and Berwald became more breathless, slowed down enough for Ludwig’s snowballs to start skimming his body instead of missing by miles. One hit - finally! - and Ludwig let out a loud burst of laughter and charged. Berwald stopped for a second, stunned or surprised or something, Ludwig didn’t know, but it made him smile. Berwald snapped out of it and scooped up some snow, throwing it right into Ludwig’s face in a burst that created a cloud of silver sparkles in the lamplight nearby, then danced off while Ludwig took a half-second to recover.
They ended up in the small grove of trees - some pine, some birch and maple, an obscure part of Ludwig’s brain noted as he dodged behind one - throwing snow at each other and using the trees to hide.
Ludwig paused at the edge of the grove and strained his ears for sound while simultaneously trying to quiet his thundering breaths. All he could hear was the hockey game nearby - and - was that Matthew? He sounded like a hellion. Granted, he’d just met Matthew at New Year’s, but, still - Ludwig twisted around to look through the trees, brow furrowed, and, yes - Matthew roared and smashed into Ivan, stealing the puck and sending him flying. Ludwig’s jaw nearly dropped. Where Ivan was cold, calculated, with smooth and powerful movements, Matthew was a demon, with a seemingly limitless supply of furious energy.
Ivan recovered gracefully and moved toward Matthew, trying to get the puck; Matthew let out what could only be described as a snarl -
“Wha - oof!” Ludwig exclaimed, falling face first in the snow, a solid weight behind him. He got loose and half-twisted before more snow was thrown in his face and Berwald pinned him back down and leaned over him, with a low laugh and a grin behind the beard. “Matt’s pretty crazy, yeah?” he chuckled. “Knocked me out th’ first time I played against ‘im.”
Ludwig tried to shake off the snow and his blush; Berwald moved a sleeve up to wipe it off and Ludwig used the opportunity to flip them and get an advantage.
Berwald’s eyes widened, surprised, and he realized that while he was lean and long, his overall frame larger than Ludwig’s, Ludwig was built, strong, compact. Berwald remembered their date - noticing Ludwig’s musculature under his clothing at the museum - as those muscles pinned him down.
Ludwig half-smiled, half-smirked down at Berwald behind his scarf, and reached over to grab a handful of snow to retaliate. Berwald leaned up and nuzzled against the side of Ludwig’s face, and cautiously put a gloved hand on Ludwig’s side. Ludwig froze and snapped his gaze to Berwald’s; Berwald pulled back and started chuckling at Ludwig’s shocked stare, using his hand to pull him just a little closer.
They both looked at each other, a little flushed, before Ludwig minutely cleared his throat and quietly asked “Do...um...do you want me to kiss you?” before ducking his head a bit.
Berwald chuckled, a low, rough sound. Ludwig liked that sound. He felt it resonate from deep in Berwald’s chest, spread out through their clothing and then into his own chest; he thought it was kind of like the noise-music version of a lullaby.
“Tha’d be nice,” Berwald answered, huskiness and hoarseness from the cold making his voice even deeper than it normally was.
Ludwig took a breath and nodded, and pressed their lips together - he thought they’d be cold, but they weren’t, really. The beard was strange, different, far softer than he was expecting, and the thin lips beneath it melded to his so easily it left him breathless. He shifted against Berwald’s body, tilted his head. Berwald brought a wet, gloved hand up behind his head and guided him a little more.
Ludwig idly noted that the hockey game must have ended - the only noise he could hear over the sound of their fabric rustling together was the buzz of a nearby streetlamp and the dulled roar of the city.
This was so...strangely natural, Ludwig mused. Calm, almost, except for his exhilarated heartbeat. He could see no problem with doing this all evening. He opened his mouth and Berwald immediately met his tongue, but it was lazy and tender. Ludwig swallowed and shifted so that he was draped over one side of Berwald, supporting himself on one elbow instead of two - he wanted to touch, even if it was just Berwald’s coat, or a gloved hand, whatever.
Berwald moved a lean thigh between his legs, and, oh fuck, the feeling of one of those legs -
Ludwig pulled back with a gasp and a flush, and moved to sit at Berwald’s side with a depreciating laugh. Berwald pulled himself up on his elbows and looked at Ludwig with a frown and a bit of confusion.
“Sorry,” Ludwig huffed a small laugh again. “I, ah, I liked it. A lot.” He blushed.
Berwald tilted his head and scrutinized him. “’kay. Why’d ya stop?”
“Er, because...I...” Ludwig looked away, at the sky, at the trees, anything, “..please don’t make me say it...” he trailed off.
He got back a puzzled stare before it appeared to click and Berwald’s laughter - real, no-holds-barred laughter - boomed over the trees. He took a minute to calm down. “Yer a funny one,” Berwald nodded, then sat up and pulled Ludwig over by the waist. Ludwig grinned awkwardly and chuckled along with Berwald for a moment, before Berwald leaned in and said, low, “S’only natural.”
At Ludwig’s noise of embarrassed surprise he let out another round of laughter while Ludwig tried not to stick his face into his knees and just hide.
“I like your laugh. Very much,” he admitted, quiet.
“Mm? M’laugh?”
“Yes. You...you should attempt to laugh more often,” Ludwig stated.
Berwald had to resist the urge to laugh at the language Ludwig used. That was probably rude. “Hm, maybe ya should get me drunk. M’always more prone t’laugh when ‘m drinkin’. “An’ jokin’ too.”
Hm, that’s exactly what Feliks said to do, Ludwig thought. He teetered on the edge of taking Feliks’ other bit of advice. “If I were to get you drunk,” he started, “would you shave?”
“...shave?”
“Yes. I like your laugh, but I don’t like beards.”
Ludwig got to hear Berwald’s laughter for a third time that evening.
---
Gilbert was walking down a slushy street in a semi-shady part of town early in the evening, whistling a tune and making no effort to muffle his loud bootfalls to the pavement. He’d just gotten off of work and was fully intending on dropping by Arthur’s just for the hell of it.
Until he saw a familiar-looking figure walking his way.
“Heeey,” he stopped and shot a cocky grin at Lovinia. “A cutie like you shouldn’t be out this late. Need a strong, good-lookin’ man to walk you home?”
“It’s 7:30 you dumbass,” she spat, and before he could come up with some other dumbass-type reason, she added “So no, and tough shit, I’m not going home anyway.”
He stepped closer to her and cocked his head, looking at her again. She just scowled more. “Hey, why do ya have a backpack?” He dug his hand into a strap on the side - “Oh, is that a flashlight?”
Lovinia saw that his dumb bastard creepy face was looking at her now, sneering, glow of the flashlight below it casting it into bright white and deep shadow. She snatched it back and hit him with it over the head, hard. “I like old buildings, alright?” she yelled over his loud “Ouch, what the fuck!? So uncool!”
Then he seemed to process what she’d said. “Eh? The fuck do buildings have to do with anything?”
She sighed, rolled her eyes, and tapped her foot - all three were ‘go away already’ signals in her book. They weren’t getting through. “I’m going to an abandoned theater nearby. You know, urban exploration,” she grit out, then turned around and continued on her way.
“Oh hell yeah, this is gonna be awesome!” he exclaimed, turning around to follow her. “Gimme the flashlight, the amazing me will prot - shit that hurts! Stop! Jesus Christ, woman!”
“Go away!”
“What, no! You can’t tell me where I can go!”
“If I let you come along for this, will you go away after?”
“Ugh. Yeah, sure, whatever babe. Sure you don’t want me to - shit, okay! You’re gonna knock me out with that goddamn nightstick of a flashlight!”
“I hope so.”
“Jeez, you’re a bitch.”
---
January Mix Tape + Massive Author’s Note + Bunch of Building Links
---
Oh, Ludwig, whai so repressed?
Anyway, architecture links:
Santiago Calatrava is a fuckin’ BAMF and has too many awesome buildings to link just one, so go here - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santiago_Calatrava
Peter Eisenman is a leading Deconstructivist - (I am 500% sure that Deconstructivism as an architectual style drives Ludwig up a wall. Or maybe into a wall. Head first. Repeatedly.) - http://www.bluffton.edu/~sullivanm/ohio/columbus/wexner/eisenman.html
Eric Owen Moss is Ludwig’s mortal enemy (or at least tied with Morphosis) - http://www.you-are-here.com/modern/beehive.html also - http://www.kmpfurniture.com/designer-news/eric-owen-moss-creates-art-for-architecture_120.html
Frank Gehry - he does the “shiny wavy” things - http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPBBS3_kljk/SwLXd0Z-ZaI/AAAAAAAABRA/dswgBFUPsAc/s1600/walt_disney_concert_hall_sg020808.jpg
Hundertwasser House - this place RULES if you’re a giant kid at heart - http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ywW40GLcHQ/SwDe01WEiOI/AAAAAAAAByg/v7-Y7DNCn78/s1600/hundertwasser-house-vienna-art-deco_01.jpg
Other links:
If you think Berwald isn’t deep and philosophical, then you crazy - check this strip out http://aph.starry-sky.com/2009.html
Conversely, if you think Berwald isn’t playful, you still crazy - http://aph.starry-sky.com/seakun.html (Hahah WTF, Berwald?)
So yeah. OP is gonna like February. It’s Spain’s birthday. And Valentine’s. These things are obviously synonyms for “gratuitous smut”. Plus, Gilbo does Valentine’s. It...is....uh...awesome is the word he wants me to use here.
But first I’m gonna take a break, because, wow. This chapter is almost 10,000 words.
Natalia and Nils sorta make nice: Sun Kil Moon - Tonight in Bilbao
Ludwig’s blind date: Deerhunter - Spring Hall Convert Club 8 - The Next Step You’ll Take Death Cab for Cutie - The Sound of Settling
Roderich and Lili’s second date: Phil Cordell - Red Lady - THIS SONNNNG. If you download nothing else this entire fill, make it this song.
Hjortdonner finds a drummer: The Party of Helicopters - Delta ‘88
Matthew is stuck at work: Atlas Sound - Cold and Golden
Who the hell was that kid that interupped Roderich and Lily? Just who? Can I shoot it? Pretty please. And omgomgomgomg Ludwig and Berwald. Didn't see that coming. Feliks you clever boy, you! Your matchmaking skills are awesome, so now go and find a guy for yourself. Gilbert and Lovina part was hilarious. Gil beeing a total jerk and Lovi a bitch. Wow, like molotov's coctail.
Oh Anon how did you know I wanted to see Berwald and Ludwig together? Seriously with Ludwig as a gay furniture designer and Berwald being fucking Berwald no way to get around it. XD I have no idea if I ever mustered up the balls to ask for it when you were all like "Any Pairing you guys want to see" but there it is and I am pleased as spiked punch. ^^ Oh the joy I am feeling!
I freaking loving the Roderich and Lili parts too. They are so cute together and his freak out over finding out that she's only eighteen was so cute and so him. Seriously the two of them make a fabulous pair and I was so glad to see them finally getting a chance to kiss, and on a slide... so gosh so perfectly innocent.
Gilbert's love for Lovina is really entertaining too. Gosh she's so violent it makes me think of the two of them beating the shit out of each other and having it end in really violent passionate sex.... why am I thinking of this.
Random thought though, is Toris ever going to pop up in this? Like every other character has, or is he just not cool enough?
Ah man you should've said something! (Er, even though it's been planned, for, oh, you know, the entire fill.) I'm not that scary am I? :o
Why are you thinking about violent passionate sex? If you're stalking that PruCan fill like I am, that is why.
Actuallllllly, I haven't included: Switzerland Cuba Hong Kong China Australia Egypt Bulgaria Latvia Lithuania Monaco Thailand
Mostly because either I don't have their characterizations down or they don't have cannon ones yet. In Toris' case, though, it's because he puts me to sleep. I mean, he's nice, and friendly, and a good kid, and oh Mr. Russia I can help you with th- snooooooore.
But, er, if you wanna see him I'll see what I can do. >.> *goes off to do research AKA read some Lithuania fic*
Oh gosh you have been? Awesome! Seriously because ever since you first asked it there were any pairings that we wanted to see I was like "Berwald and Ludwig~!" well singing it in my head. Seriously I am way to found of the two of them together to not love it. <3 the husband pair.
No I don;t think I am stalking that fill... the only things I am stalking right now are this one here, Small Town Lies, and that Rules one that just started up yesterday.
No no it's fine! You don't have to include Toris. I find him really boring too... unless its like in a fanfic where he is presented as being creepy and a total stalker of Nataliya. In all honesty the only fill he really stood out to me in was the one where he drugged her and raped her... and there is something that was requested that I think he would also be interesting in too... because gosh he's just so boring not to be a psychopath under neath it all, you know? idk I just am not used to there being Feliks with Toris around I guess...
I am totally in awe of your ability to write so fast, and your knowledge of hipster subjects! Loving loving LOVING Ludwig and Berwald to DEATH. I really wanted them both to find someone so I'm very pleased. I do hope they work out! If you're adding gratuitous smut, I'd like to request some for those two please!
oh man ok so i love this fill a lot and you're such a darling and you have great taste in music (nothing wrong with being a deerhunter fangirl, man) i think this is one of my favourite hetalia fics, it's so lively and the characters are perfect for this environment. and i'm not really sure what to say except a crapload of compliments.
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LATFF [8l/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-14 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)On the other hand, though, Ludwig had the advantage when it came to throwing. He was built - broad chest and shoulders, long arms, thick, powerful muscle pulled taut over all of it. Berwald may have had longer arms and possibly larger hands, but Ludwig could put the speed and force behind every projectile. And he normally had devastating accuracy, but - agh - Berwald was just too quick!
They were at a stalemate. As fast as Ludwig could throw them, Berwald could dodge them. Ludwig was throwing them too quickly for Berwald to have enough time to make any himself, but - damn, almost got him - Berwald let out a low laugh and it caused a hitch in Ludwig’s throwing - he wasn’t hitting Berwald either.
Ludwig realized that if he could get Berwald off of his feet, he’d get the advantage. He groaned, mid-throw; Berwald was almost certainly faster than he was, with those legs. Then again..it was likely that Ludwig had more stamina. He’d try wearing him out first, and then charge.
Which is exactly what happened. Evening descended and Berwald became more breathless, slowed down enough for Ludwig’s snowballs to start skimming his body instead of missing by miles. One hit - finally! - and Ludwig let out a loud burst of laughter and charged. Berwald stopped for a second, stunned or surprised or something, Ludwig didn’t know, but it made him smile. Berwald snapped out of it and scooped up some snow, throwing it right into Ludwig’s face in a burst that created a cloud of silver sparkles in the lamplight nearby, then danced off while Ludwig took a half-second to recover.
They ended up in the small grove of trees - some pine, some birch and maple, an obscure part of Ludwig’s brain noted as he dodged behind one - throwing snow at each other and using the trees to hide.
Ludwig paused at the edge of the grove and strained his ears for sound while simultaneously trying to quiet his thundering breaths. All he could hear was the hockey game nearby - and - was that Matthew? He sounded like a hellion. Granted, he’d just met Matthew at New Year’s, but, still - Ludwig twisted around to look through the trees, brow furrowed, and, yes - Matthew roared and smashed into Ivan, stealing the puck and sending him flying. Ludwig’s jaw nearly dropped. Where Ivan was cold, calculated, with smooth and powerful movements, Matthew was a demon, with a seemingly limitless supply of furious energy.
Ivan recovered gracefully and moved toward Matthew, trying to get the puck; Matthew let out what could only be described as a snarl -
“Wha - oof!” Ludwig exclaimed, falling face first in the snow, a solid weight behind him. He got loose and half-twisted before more snow was thrown in his face and Berwald pinned him back down and leaned over him, with a low laugh and a grin behind the beard. “Matt’s pretty crazy, yeah?” he chuckled. “Knocked me out th’ first time I played against ‘im.”
Ludwig tried to shake off the snow and his blush; Berwald moved a sleeve up to wipe it off and Ludwig used the opportunity to flip them and get an advantage.
Berwald’s eyes widened, surprised, and he realized that while he was lean and long, his overall frame larger than Ludwig’s, Ludwig was built, strong, compact. Berwald remembered their date - noticing Ludwig’s musculature under his clothing at the museum - as those muscles pinned him down.
Ludwig half-smiled, half-smirked down at Berwald behind his scarf, and reached over to grab a handful of snow to retaliate. Berwald leaned up and nuzzled against the side of Ludwig’s face, and cautiously put a gloved hand on Ludwig’s side. Ludwig froze and snapped his gaze to Berwald’s; Berwald pulled back and started chuckling at Ludwig’s shocked stare, using his hand to pull him just a little closer.
LATFF [8m/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-14 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)Berwald chuckled, a low, rough sound. Ludwig liked that sound. He felt it resonate from deep in Berwald’s chest, spread out through their clothing and then into his own chest; he thought it was kind of like the noise-music version of a lullaby.
“Tha’d be nice,” Berwald answered, huskiness and hoarseness from the cold making his voice even deeper than it normally was.
Ludwig took a breath and nodded, and pressed their lips together - he thought they’d be cold, but they weren’t, really. The beard was strange, different, far softer than he was expecting, and the thin lips beneath it melded to his so easily it left him breathless. He shifted against Berwald’s body, tilted his head. Berwald brought a wet, gloved hand up behind his head and guided him a little more.
Ludwig idly noted that the hockey game must have ended - the only noise he could hear over the sound of their fabric rustling together was the buzz of a nearby streetlamp and the dulled roar of the city.
This was so...strangely natural, Ludwig mused. Calm, almost, except for his exhilarated heartbeat. He could see no problem with doing this all evening. He opened his mouth and Berwald immediately met his tongue, but it was lazy and tender. Ludwig swallowed and shifted so that he was draped over one side of Berwald, supporting himself on one elbow instead of two - he wanted to touch, even if it was just Berwald’s coat, or a gloved hand, whatever.
Berwald moved a lean thigh between his legs, and, oh fuck, the feeling of one of those legs -
Ludwig pulled back with a gasp and a flush, and moved to sit at Berwald’s side with a depreciating laugh. Berwald pulled himself up on his elbows and looked at Ludwig with a frown and a bit of confusion.
“Sorry,” Ludwig huffed a small laugh again. “I, ah, I liked it. A lot.” He blushed.
Berwald tilted his head and scrutinized him. “’kay. Why’d ya stop?”
“Er, because...I...” Ludwig looked away, at the sky, at the trees, anything, “..please don’t make me say it...” he trailed off.
He got back a puzzled stare before it appeared to click and Berwald’s laughter - real, no-holds-barred laughter - boomed over the trees. He took a minute to calm down. “Yer a funny one,” Berwald nodded, then sat up and pulled Ludwig over by the waist. Ludwig grinned awkwardly and chuckled along with Berwald for a moment, before Berwald leaned in and said, low, “S’only natural.”
At Ludwig’s noise of embarrassed surprise he let out another round of laughter while Ludwig tried not to stick his face into his knees and just hide.
“I like your laugh. Very much,” he admitted, quiet.
“Mm? M’laugh?”
“Yes. You...you should attempt to laugh more often,” Ludwig stated.
Berwald had to resist the urge to laugh at the language Ludwig used. That was probably rude. “Hm, maybe ya should get me drunk. M’always more prone t’laugh when ‘m drinkin’. “An’ jokin’ too.”
Hm, that’s exactly what Feliks said to do, Ludwig thought. He teetered on the edge of taking Feliks’ other bit of advice. “If I were to get you drunk,” he started, “would you shave?”
“...shave?”
“Yes. I like your laugh, but I don’t like beards.”
Ludwig got to hear Berwald’s laughter for a third time that evening.
---
Gilbert was walking down a slushy street in a semi-shady part of town early in the evening, whistling a tune and making no effort to muffle his loud bootfalls to the pavement. He’d just gotten off of work and was fully intending on dropping by Arthur’s just for the hell of it.
Until he saw a familiar-looking figure walking his way.
“Heeey,” he stopped and shot a cocky grin at Lovinia. “A cutie like you shouldn’t be out this late. Need a strong, good-lookin’ man to walk you home?”
“It’s 7:30 you dumbass,” she spat, and before he could come up with some other dumbass-type reason, she added “So no, and tough shit, I’m not going home anyway.”
He stepped closer to her and cocked his head, looking at her again. She just scowled more. “Hey, why do ya have a backpack?” He dug his hand into a strap on the side - “Oh, is that a flashlight?”
Click.
LATFF [8n/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-14 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)Then he seemed to process what she’d said. “Eh? The fuck do buildings have to do with anything?”
She sighed, rolled her eyes, and tapped her foot - all three were ‘go away already’ signals in her book. They weren’t getting through. “I’m going to an abandoned theater nearby. You know, urban exploration,” she grit out, then turned around and continued on her way.
“Oh hell yeah, this is gonna be awesome!” he exclaimed, turning around to follow her. “Gimme the flashlight, the amazing me will prot - shit that hurts! Stop! Jesus Christ, woman!”
“Go away!”
“What, no! You can’t tell me where I can go!”
“If I let you come along for this, will you go away after?”
“Ugh. Yeah, sure, whatever babe. Sure you don’t want me to - shit, okay! You’re gonna knock me out with that goddamn nightstick of a flashlight!”
“I hope so.”
“Jeez, you’re a bitch.”
---
January Mix Tape + Massive Author’s Note + Bunch of Building Links
---
Oh, Ludwig, whai so repressed?
Anyway, architecture links:
Santiago Calatrava is a fuckin’ BAMF and has too many awesome buildings to link just one, so go here - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santiago_Calatrava
Peter Eisenman is a leading Deconstructivist - (I am 500% sure that Deconstructivism as an architectual style drives Ludwig up a wall. Or maybe into a wall. Head first. Repeatedly.) - http://www.bluffton.edu/~sullivanm/ohio/columbus/wexner/eisenman.html
Eric Owen Moss is Ludwig’s mortal enemy (or at least tied with Morphosis) - http://www.you-are-here.com/modern/beehive.html
also - http://www.kmpfurniture.com/designer-news/eric-owen-moss-creates-art-for-architecture_120.html
Frank Gehry - he does the “shiny wavy” things - http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPBBS3_kljk/SwLXd0Z-ZaI/AAAAAAAABRA/dswgBFUPsAc/s1600/walt_disney_concert_hall_sg020808.jpg
Hundertwasser House - this place RULES if you’re a giant kid at heart - http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ywW40GLcHQ/SwDe01WEiOI/AAAAAAAAByg/v7-Y7DNCn78/s1600/hundertwasser-house-vienna-art-deco_01.jpg
Other links:
If you think Berwald isn’t deep and philosophical, then you crazy - check this strip out http://aph.starry-sky.com/2009.html
Conversely, if you think Berwald isn’t playful, you still crazy - http://aph.starry-sky.com/seakun.html (Hahah WTF, Berwald?)
So yeah. OP is gonna like February. It’s Spain’s birthday. And Valentine’s. These things are obviously synonyms for “gratuitous smut”. Plus, Gilbo does Valentine’s. It...is....uh...awesome is the word he wants me to use here.
But first I’m gonna take a break, because, wow. This chapter is almost 10,000 words.
Natalia and Nils sorta make nice:
Sun Kil Moon - Tonight in Bilbao
Ludwig’s blind date:
Deerhunter - Spring Hall Convert
Club 8 - The Next Step You’ll Take
Death Cab for Cutie - The Sound of Settling
Roderich and Lili’s second date:
Phil Cordell - Red Lady - THIS SONNNNG. If you download nothing else this entire fill, make it this song.
Hjortdonner finds a drummer:
The Party of Helicopters - Delta ‘88
Matthew is stuck at work:
Atlas Sound - Cold and Golden
Snowball fight:
Atlas Sound - Walkabout (w/Noah Lennox)
Snowball fight --> makeouts:
The Appleseed Cast - Fishing the Sky
(Wow, my Deerhunter fangirl is showing with this one.)
Link: http://www.me diafire.com/?60jdeg 2r22tdv
Re: LATFF [8n/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-14 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)Who the hell was that kid that interupped Roderich and Lily? Just who? Can I shoot it? Pretty please. And omgomgomgomg Ludwig and Berwald. Didn't see that coming. Feliks you clever boy, you! Your matchmaking skills are awesome, so now go and find a guy for yourself. Gilbert and Lovina part was hilarious. Gil beeing a total jerk and Lovi a bitch. Wow, like molotov's coctail.
/not authornon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 02:28 am (UTC)(link)author!anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-16 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)I didn't have a specific kid in mind, but now it's totally Peter. And then he was probably like "Ewwww kissing! Blegh!"
Re: LATFF [8n/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 04:43 am (UTC)(link)I freaking loving the Roderich and Lili parts too. They are so cute together and his freak out over finding out that she's only eighteen was so cute and so him. Seriously the two of them make a fabulous pair and I was so glad to see them finally getting a chance to kiss, and on a slide... so gosh so perfectly innocent.
Gilbert's love for Lovina is really entertaining too. Gosh she's so violent it makes me think of the two of them beating the shit out of each other and having it end in really violent passionate sex.... why am I thinking of this.
Random thought though, is Toris ever going to pop up in this? Like every other character has, or is he just not cool enough?
author!anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-16 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)Why are you thinking about violent passionate sex? If you're stalking that PruCan fill like I am, that is why.
Actuallllllly, I haven't included:
Switzerland
Cuba
Hong Kong
China
Australia
Egypt
Bulgaria
Latvia
Lithuania
Monaco
Thailand
Mostly because either I don't have their characterizations down or they don't have cannon ones yet. In Toris' case, though, it's because he puts me to sleep. I mean, he's nice, and friendly, and a good kid, and oh Mr. Russia I can help you with th- snooooooore.
But, er, if you wanna see him I'll see what I can do. >.> *goes off to do research AKA read some Lithuania fic*
Re: author!anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-17 02:56 am (UTC)(link)No I don;t think I am stalking that fill... the only things I am stalking right now are this one here, Small Town Lies, and that Rules one that just started up yesterday.
No no it's fine! You don't have to include Toris. I find him really boring too... unless its like in a fanfic where he is presented as being creepy and a total stalker of Nataliya. In all honesty the only fill he really stood out to me in was the one where he drugged her and raped her... and there is something that was requested that I think he would also be interesting in too... because gosh he's just so boring not to be a psychopath under neath it all, you know? idk I just am not used to there being Feliks with Toris around I guess...
Re: LATFF [8n/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-15 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)Loving loving LOVING Ludwig and Berwald to DEATH. I really wanted them both to find someone so I'm very pleased. I do hope they work out! If you're adding gratuitous smut, I'd like to request some for those two please!
author!anon
(Anonymous) 2010-09-16 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)YES. I ACCEPT THIS CHALLENGE. THIS DELICIOUS, DELICIOUS CHALLENGE.
But it won't be until March, at least. Poor Ludwig would probably pass out if they moved that fast.
And February's already got Francis/Antonio heating it up. XDRe: LATFF [8n/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-16 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you anon. I don't think I've enjoyed a fic on the kink meme as much as this one before.
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-17 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)i think this is one of my favourite hetalia fics, it's so lively and the characters are perfect for this environment. and i'm not really sure what to say except a crapload of compliments.
i really wonder what the genderbends look like?
Re: LATFF [8n/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)