Dating a man like Gilbert, Arthur had discovered, had its disadvantages. Some were strangely adorable once you got used to them; like his habit to steal all the covers while sleeping and build, for lack of a better word, a nest, and then deny it once he woke up. Some were just annoying; like how about once a week Prussia would refuse to let them go to bed until England had played some of whatever video game the albino had stolen from America, normally accompanied with Prussia laughing like a madman at England's lack of abilities. Some though, were downright terrifying, namely, Prussia didn't have to do anything throughout the day while England was at work.
They didn't live together; Prussia still officially still lived in Germany's basement, but as he and England and he got closer, (And also Germany and Italy) Prussia spent more and more time in London. So, England felt it was logical to give the man a key to his flat. Back to the whole, "having plenty of time" thing.
It turned out, plenty of time, plus access to England's house, equalled days spent plotting the best way to ruin England's life.
It was this habit that, albeit a round about way, lead to the other nations discovering the pair were together.
Gilbert's latest awesome idea consisted of deciding it would be funny to freeze Arthur's keys in a cup of water, not a very original idea but one he suspected would have the desired effect. Decided that was cup wasn't bold enough for someone as awesome as him however, Gilbert went outside and got a bucket. However, by opening the doors he inadvertently let Henry in.
Henry was England's cat, who, despite being allowed to drift in and out of the house whenever he pleased, in the way that cats do, he was always locked out a couple of days a week so Gilbird could be allowed to fly around the house without fear. Henry, being an independent cat, didn't mind and could disappear for days at a time anyway. England always left a window slightly open to a closed off room for him if he really wanted inside anyway.
Tonight though, Henry had decided staying outside wasn't good enough for him, setting his goal on the always warm room where the boiler was kept. So, when the door opened the cat slid unseen past his human's annoying friend, (Who had, coincidently, stolen his side of the bed) into the house.
That was the first real step towards England and Prussia's relationship becoming public, although know one knew it at the time.
I didn't get as much written as I'd hoped but here's the first bit. The story is going to a mixture of domestic fluff, as much humour as I can force in (I'm not actually sure how funny I am while writing xD.) and smut if I can write it in.
I may have fallen in love with Henry while writing this (And the little bits I've written of later parts) and he has become my new head-cannon. Though as he is only really a plot device I'll keep his appearances to a minimum xD. In case anyone cares though, he's a British shorthair and looks like this http://www.takeirabritishshorthairs.co.uk/userimages/Izzie2010.jpg
OP here to tell you that.... THIS IS AWESOME!! Like Gilbert!
and I just love domestic fluff stuff, especially when paired with smut and humor. It made the story seems much more real and lovely.
And Henry sound like such a cute and cuddly (I suspect Prussia won't agree with this) cat. I think he would be a pretty nice addition to the mess that is their relationship
Microsoft word crashed on me, while I was writing up chapter one and now won't let me access the document at all. I don't suppose anyone knows how to rescue it?
No big deal either way, I'd just rather not rewrite it xD.
Hm, that changes things as I haven't used 97 in a while. The principle might still be the same, though. Do you know how to navigate through the program files for Office to locate App Data? You can find the last auto-recovery of the file there, and access it by using "Recover Text from any file" (explained here: http://support.microsoft.com/kb/156573)
If not, try using Search. Search your (C:) drive for all files ending in ".doc", and see if the file you lost shows up in the search results - the file should be still on your PC, it's just resigned to the auto-recovery folder of Word's program files, and for some reason Word itself can't access them without corrupting them in some cases. If you see it, find its file extension, then open it in Word by using Word > Open and on the drop-down, changing the file extension from ".doc" to "extract text" or "recover text", whatever it is in Word 97 - it should be something along those lines.
Not sure if these methods will work, but it's worth a shot! Dx
There was something nice about waking up next to someone; even if that someone was an infuriating idiot with an ego so great England had amused himself with the idea of getting it a bed for itself (He may have been drunk when following through that train of thought). Arthur reached forward and brushed a strand of white hair from Prussia's closed eyes, smiling as the man murmured something, tucking himself into a tighter ball, burying his face in the covers. He would never say it to his face, but Gilbert was very cute when he was asleep.
Pulling himself reluctantly from the warmth of the bed England made his way towards the shower, casting another glance at his lover. An infuriating idiot he might be, but Prussia was his idiot.
Arthur was not a morning person, and from the moment he dragged himself from his bed till he had his first cup of tea he was, for all intents and purposes, dead to the world. He stumbled into the shower, using whatever shampoo he found first. Even if that was sometimes the remains of the bottle Francis had even him at some point (with the note "For your eyebrows Mon Cher xx" attached) that left him smelling like a ponce for the rest of the day.
He never used a hair drier, it made his untidy hair even worse, but after a towel dye it shouldn't drip onto his clothes so started pulling on a suit.
Doing up his tie England methodically filled the kettle and sat down to watch it boil. Even in his half awake state he was able to make the perfect cup of tea, only noticing his cat after he had taken the first sip.
"Morning Henry." The cat stared at him with a look at could only be described as disgust, before flicking his tale and turning away. Before he could begin to wonder what he could have done to annoy Henry, something terrible happened.
Gilbert got out of bed before noon.
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Henry watched his human with an air of contempt. The furless creature smelt like the annoying git who appeared ever so often to bother his human and Henry refused to have anything to do with anyone that smelt like that. In fact, he decided; he refused to be in the same room as someone who smelt like that. He leapt from the chair and decided to relax somewhere away from the smell. He made his way upstairs; feeling even more disappointed his human when his choice in mate came bounding down the stairs. He knew it wasn't there fault they were hairless freaks but normally they were at least ashamed enough to cover themselves up. The Bed Stealer however, had decided that he wasn't going to bother and was proudly displaying his lack of fur as he went into the kitchen.
Wondering what the world was coming to Henry made his way to the bedroom, deciding now was the time to reclaim his bed space.
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It wasn't that Gilbert suffered from the same inability to function in the mornings like Arthur did, as proved when the ex-nation appeared cheerfully in the doorway, seeming to take great pleasure in the concern on his partner's face and proceeded to pull him into a messy kiss. England's protests - on the ground that a) He still had morning breath, and b) He was holding a cup of tea that he almost spilt all over himself - where completely ignored.
While Prussia seemed to have more energy than he knew what to do with almost all the time, he had decided that getting up early was for lesser beings and seemed to enjoy watching England get ready for work while lounging in their England's bed. A reminder that he didn't had to get up. This meant, Prussia only got up early when he had something planned, and that seldom ended well.
"You're up early." Arthur detaching himself from his partner, watching Gilbert cautiously.
"I thought I could see you off to your meeting, make your morning that much more awesome." He grinned widely, ruining any chance he had had of England believing him (Which wasn't that much to begin with.) However, having the mental image of Prussia naked would make the EU meeting that much more bearable, so until the reason for Gilbert's appearance was explained he was going to take advantage of it.
"I'm very grateful for you taking time out of your busy schedule to grace me with your awesome presence." He raised an eyebrow, lips twitching in a half smile. Prussia instantly took as an invitation to shove the blond into a wall, invading his mouth his tongue, kissing him passionately.
At least that had been the plan, but England chose this moment to take a step back towards the table to finish his tea. Prussia, who had effectively pounced on his lover, stumbled, unable to stop careering into an open cupboard.
A bottle of, thankfully almost empty coke fell from the cupboard, successfully spilling it's contents all over the surprised Prussia. He stood looking endearingly confused as the brown drink dripped from his hair, looking to England as if he could solve the problem.
It took effort not to laugh, but he really did love Prussia (Even if he hadn't gathered the courage to say it yet) so for the other's benefit he struggled past the desire, "Why wasn’t there a lid on it?" The question was asked mostly to distract Prussia from the slight curve of his mouth.
Recovering from his moment of shock Prussia grinned back, not even caring to look abashed at spilling the drink over England's floor, "I'm making Gilbird a hat out of it."
Prussia it seemed need to get out more.
"Much as I would love to continue this conversation I have a meeting to go to, tidy this up." He wasn't even sure why he bothered, he was very certain he'd be tidying it up when he got back. Prussia pouted, puppy eyes kicking in, and much to his glee England caved, at least a little bit.
"Go and shower, I'll see you tonight." He kissed Prussia softly, carefully keeping his body away from the sticky drink, smiling to himself and definitely not watching the Ex-Nation's arse and his he retreated back upstairs.
With a shake of his head England headed for the door.
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It was the yellow snack. The yellow snack that normally sat on the head of the Red-Eyed Freak and he was sitting on the bed, in clear sight and there was no one to save him. The snack that had been taunting him for years was finally his. Henry flicked his tale, plotting his attack.
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There was a bucket of ice sitting were his keys should have been. England sighed, confirming that his keys were in fact suspended in the middle. He wasn't entirely certain how to respond; this was childish even for Gilbert. He hesitated a moment, wondering what the consequences of not bring a set of keys would be. Gilbert had probably had a list of things he would have to agree to before letting allowed in, some of which he was certain he wouldn't want to do. The time he had been forced to attend a meeting with a vibrator up his arse sprung to mind (He had learnt quickly not to make bets with Gilbert.)
His other options were limited; the spare key was missing and he didn't really have time to rummage around looking for them - someone had to make it to the meetings on time.
Arthur was on the verge of just leaving it and steeling himself for whatever the consequences might be when it dawned on him. He was England, he was the United Fucking Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (At least he was when his brothers were out of earshot, they tended to get pissed off when he called himself that.) and he would not be beaten by a bucket of ice.
Taking the steps too at a time he hurried to his storeroom, opening a wardrobe and smiling fondly at what was kept there. Closest too him were a pair of skinny jeans, tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination, and making even France envy him (Oh how he'd loved the seventies). There was also an old Redcoat uniform, a tunic from Queen Elizabeth I time, and about half way along what he was currently searching for.
England pulled the pirate coat from the rack, checking the pockets before his hand closed around its prize. He tucked the lock picks into his trousers, pausing as he made to put the coat back, it had been a while since he wore it and it made for some great sex. Leaving it hanging the front of the wardrobe door, he made his way back downstairs.
England paused briefly by the bucket, deciding to humour his boyfriend he scribbled down a quick note, expressing how infuriating Gilbert was, and how he better be there to let him in when he got home, and maybe something about fucking into the mattress. Arthur had found his life was much easier if he kept Prussia happy, and that included pretending that all of his ideas were wonderful. Admittedly some of his ideas were pretty good, but it was often hard to see that when you were the butt of the joke.
Fingering the lock picks Arthur made his way outside.
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Gilbird was not stupid. He knew that Furry Monster would like nothing more than to eat him and he currently had no steal cage (With a little mirror and a bell for when he got bored) between him and the hungry cat. Normally he would have settled into Mummy's hair and Furry Monster would have kept well enough away. However, there were two problems with this. First, Mummy was in the shower. Second, even if he could avoid Furry Monster until Mummy came out his hair would be all wet and that made Gilbird's feathers get all soggy and his feathers puff up when he dried. That made him look adorable stupid.
So Gilbird decided now would be a good time to leave. Flapping his little wings, aware of Furry Monster's evil gaze upon him, he found a new head to settle in. He was sure Special Friend wouldn't mind.
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Unaware of his new passenger, England hurried to his car, wondering why Germany insisted the EU meetings start so damn early.
And we have a part one! So yeah that should have been 1b not another 1a. Also if anyone can think of a good name please share it with me, I've got nothing xD. Thanks everyone for your kind words and to the Anon who helped me with Word, I'm grateful to all of you. My beta is currently sick so this hasn't been proof read, so I'm very sorry for the many mistakes I'm sure you're going to find. Also, I'm a little rusty with Prussia but I'm sure I'll get there. Finally, I have exams over the next couple of weeks so it could be a while before I get anything up so please be patient with me =D.
I lied, this is the last bit. There is a reference to a book called Muddle Earth in there (Which about 3 people on the planet have read xD) if anyone can spot it you can have all the cookies in the world.
The pets are just plot devices to be honest. Gilbird still has a bit more to do and Henry will be making some cameos but I'm actually going to focus on the Nations now.
I meant to ask, are all right with a one, maybe two, (I haven't decided yet) of the Nations already knowing? I was going to have a bit about England and Prussia thinking they've been really ninja about it and someone just kinda being "Yeah... I've known for ages..."
Also, I was going to do some flash-backing to show how they got together and some important time in their relationship, but I'm not really sure yet. I know roughly were this is going to end but not much about what happens in the middle.
This is insanely adorable Anon! I think this couple has much potential and needs to be written more often! So thank you for providing some cute and funny England/Prussia. And as much as I love the guys, their pets are great too XD
Sorry about my long absence, exams sucked the inspiration from me and then ya know, Mass Effect 3 happened and anything that wasn't Msss Effect 3 wasn't worth my time xD.
I still haven't been able to quite grab my muse but I drew this yesterday and thought I'd upload it to prove I'm still around. It's nothing special, I was just trying a new drawing style and it kinda happened. I may shade or colour it at some point but then again, I might not bother xD.
I learned a lot about myself while drawing this, namely that I cats are hard to draw and my cheap scanner is cheap for a reason.
http://img829.imageshack.us/img829/7941/pruk.jpg
(Also, if someone could explain to me how the past part thing works I'd be very grateful. I feel I should ask in advance of needing to know.)
Glad to see you are still around! The drawing is wonderful and this story is one of the first Prussia/England fics Ive read.
The past parts thing you just start a new comment with the request and link back to this fill with the 'previous parts' (or something like that) and then just put all your updates as a reply to that. Also a link back here saying you are continuing the story over there would be nice so anyone who sees this start will know where to go.
...that explanation probbaly made no sense at all.
Arthur didn't actually mind the three-hour drive to Belgium. He of course enjoyed the journey home significantly more, when he wasn't wishing he was still in bed and didn't have a dreaded meeting ahead of him. However, despite his relationship with Gilbert he was still a solitary man and treasured time alone with his thoughts.
He turned the radio on at eight in time for the news. He wanted to be completely up to date before everything turned French.
Bugger all was happening, which wasn't much of a surprise, just the usual about house prices, the economy and how all politicians were scum. The final story however, caught his interest. IT was one of the silly reports stuck on the end to lighten the mood and England found himself turning it up.
"For many years French has been the most popular choice of second language among students in University and secondary school." - That had always been a point of shame for England. God forbid the frog find out he could speak fluent French. - "However German, which has been gaining since the 1990s has finally claimed that title based on the number of pupils set to sit exams in a foreign language this May. The countries new found interest in Germany is becoming evident in other areas. Eastern Germany is the United Kingdom's favourite European holiday destination and this seems to be going both ways. The English in particular ha-"
Arthur turned off the radio, smiling ever so slightly to himself.
The first time they slept together as Arthur and Gilbert as opposed to as England and Prussia was in 1991. The Berlin wall had come down two years previously and while Gilbert had bounded cheerfully back to see his brother he had been thinner, less load and armed with more tact (Admittedly that hadn't lasted long) he was still angry at those who had handed him to Russia. 1991 was the first time he had chosen to join Mathias and Arthur for drinks like they used to. Prussia had been locked away from the West for over thirty years and had therefore been oblivious to the fashion trends of that time. The Punk Era had ended over a decade before so Arthur's look had been toned down a fair bit. Compared to Gilbert's resent experiences however, Arthur's clothing was down right scandalises; not that anyone was complaining. His exact description the next morning as he and Arthur had been pulling on clothes in a surprisingly unawkward "morning after" was "In jeans so tight your arse was all but framed you just looked too damn fuckable." The met up a few times over the next two decades but it was matter of convenience more an anything and they both saw other people. It wasn't until 2008 that they considered themselves a coupe (and some times after that before they would admit it aloud). Arthur had been drinking alone, head down, hand gripping a glass of rum. There was nothing unusual about him drinking alone but as he, Gilbert and Mathias had been staying in the same hotel Gilbert was surprised they hadn't been invited along. He sat down in the seat next to the Brit ordering his own drink, grinning sideways at England, knocking his foot against the other's in time to song he had heard earlier. It didn't take long until England snapped, "Do you want something?" It was a well known fact that no matter what mood England was in he was never more than two minutes from seriously pissed off. Ignoring the question Gilbert nodded at the glass. "Because I'm so awesomely attentive I've noticed you're drinking rum not Whiskey. What's Scotland done?" Awesomely attentive might have been a little optimistic but he, Arthur and Denmark had been drinking together for years, they knew what different drinks meant. Rum meant Arthur was reminiscing about his pirate days, deciding he was still a punk, or pissed off with Scotland. The lack of tight jeans and depressed look made the problem fairly clear. Arthur glared at Gilbert who's leg was now rubbing up against his. He only held the gaze a moment before turning back to the rum, "Scotland had elections for his parliament the other day. SNP won. They are going to push for independence." He threw back what was left of his rum. Prussia's grin portrayed now of his serious, "It's always hard when we outgrow our usefulness. Lucky I'm so awesome West would never manage without me." The sadness there was poorly concealed. Then they woke up the next morning Gilbert hadn't felt the need to leave as soon as possible. They'd spent the morning together and Arthur had bought Gilbert lunch.
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England had always liked Belgium. It was France without the perversion, stupid food, arrogance and, well, without the French. He and Bella understood one another and of all the countries meetings in Belgium where some of the best. It made the EU meetings more bearable than world meetings, though that might have something to do with the fact there were simply less countries to worry about. He reached Brussels in good time and parked at the conference centre, gathered his notes and made towards the building. He had a half hearted attempt at flattening down his hair, unaware of the small bird shying from his hand.
You don't have to worry for the shortness of the chapter, Author!Anon! This is a great fill, and it's always good to see it updated. I really like how you describe the carchters and their relationship. Also the jump back in the past to explain why they're together was interesting to read and well written. Just like all the rest. Hope to read more soon :P
Short and doesn't really further the plot any but I really wanted to post something. I'll attempt to actually write a proper chapter, and actually get someone to proof read it xD.
However, I did feel it was important to try and explain why they were together (If half-heartedly).
I'll post a link to the "Past Parts section" as soon as I feel mentally prepared for the cock up I'm sure to make of it xD.
Aaaww, Did I mentioned how much I LoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLoveLove you for filling this and adding the Bad Brothers Trio to boot???
Not to mention the little things and so many details that make the couple seemed mor fleshed out. I can't wait for the reveal, but it's just lovely how you build up the moment for that.
And I'll be waiting like a child in a candy store, just so giddy and giggly....
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Prologue
(Anonymous) 2012-01-16 12:49 am (UTC)(link)They didn't live together; Prussia still officially still lived in Germany's basement, but as he and England and he got closer, (And also Germany and Italy) Prussia spent more and more time in London. So, England felt it was logical to give the man a key to his flat. Back to the whole, "having plenty of time" thing.
It turned out, plenty of time, plus access to England's house, equalled days spent plotting the best way to ruin England's life.
It was this habit that, albeit a round about way, lead to the other nations discovering the pair were together.
Gilbert's latest awesome idea consisted of deciding it would be funny to freeze Arthur's keys in a cup of water, not a very original idea but one he suspected would have the desired effect. Decided that was cup wasn't bold enough for someone as awesome as him however, Gilbert went outside and got a bucket. However, by opening the doors he inadvertently let Henry in.
Henry was England's cat, who, despite being allowed to drift in and out of the house whenever he pleased, in the way that cats do, he was always locked out a couple of days a week so Gilbird could be allowed to fly around the house without fear. Henry, being an independent cat, didn't mind and could disappear for days at a time anyway. England always left a window slightly open to a closed off room for him if he really wanted inside anyway.
Tonight though, Henry had decided staying outside wasn't good enough for him, setting his goal on the always warm room where the boiler was kept. So, when the door opened the cat slid unseen past his human's annoying friend, (Who had, coincidently, stolen his side of the bed) into the house.
That was the first real step towards England and Prussia's relationship becoming public, although know one knew it at the time.
I didn't get as much written as I'd hoped but here's the first bit. The story is going to a mixture of domestic fluff, as much humour as I can force in (I'm not actually sure how funny I am while writing xD.) and smut if I can write it in.
I may have fallen in love with Henry while writing this (And the little bits I've written of later parts) and he has become my new head-cannon. Though as he is only really a plot device I'll keep his appearances to a minimum xD. In case anyone cares though, he's a British shorthair and looks like this http://www.takeirabritishshorthairs.co.uk/userimages/Izzie2010.jpg
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-16 10:18 am (UTC)(link)and I just love domestic fluff stuff, especially when paired with smut and humor. It made the story seems much more real and lovely.
And Henry sound like such a cute and cuddly (I suspect Prussia won't agree with this) cat. I think he would be a pretty nice addition to the mess that is their relationship
Re: Prologue
(Anonymous) 2012-01-16 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)Author!Anon
(Anonymous) 2012-01-22 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)No big deal either way, I'd just rather not rewrite it xD.
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-22 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Author!Anon
(Anonymous) 2012-01-22 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)I feel so very old...
Re: Author!Anon
(Anonymous) 2012-01-23 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)If not, try using Search. Search your (C:) drive for all files ending in ".doc", and see if the file you lost shows up in the search results - the file should be still on your PC, it's just resigned to the auto-recovery folder of Word's program files, and for some reason Word itself can't access them without corrupting them in some cases. If you see it, find its file extension, then open it in Word by using Word > Open and on the drop-down, changing the file extension from ".doc" to "extract text" or "recover text", whatever it is in Word 97 - it should be something along those lines.
Not sure if these methods will work, but it's worth a shot! Dx
Author!Anon
(Anonymous) 2012-01-24 12:14 am (UTC)(link)Haha, my computer came with the Word 2007, and I used it for about a week before deciding it wasn't good enough and hunted down my old 97 CD xD.
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-25 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)1a/?? Still Untitled
(Anonymous) 2012-02-01 01:12 am (UTC)(link)Pulling himself reluctantly from the warmth of the bed England made his way towards the shower, casting another glance at his lover. An infuriating idiot he might be, but Prussia was his idiot.
Arthur was not a morning person, and from the moment he dragged himself from his bed till he had his first cup of tea he was, for all intents and purposes, dead to the world. He stumbled into the shower, using whatever shampoo he found first. Even if that was sometimes the remains of the bottle Francis had even him at some point (with the note "For your eyebrows Mon Cher xx" attached) that left him smelling like a ponce for the rest of the day.
He never used a hair drier, it made his untidy hair even worse, but after a towel dye it shouldn't drip onto his clothes so started pulling on a suit.
Doing up his tie England methodically filled the kettle and sat down to watch it boil. Even in his half awake state he was able to make the perfect cup of tea, only noticing his cat after he had taken the first sip.
"Morning Henry." The cat stared at him with a look at could only be described as disgust, before flicking his tale and turning away. Before he could begin to wonder what he could have done to annoy Henry, something terrible happened.
Gilbert got out of bed before noon.
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Henry watched his human with an air of contempt. The furless creature smelt like the annoying git who appeared ever so often to bother his human and Henry refused to have anything to do with anyone that smelt like that. In fact, he decided; he refused to be in the same room as someone who smelt like that. He leapt from the chair and decided to relax somewhere away from the smell. He made his way upstairs; feeling even more disappointed his human when his choice in mate came bounding down the stairs. He knew it wasn't there fault they were hairless freaks but normally they were at least ashamed enough to cover themselves up. The Bed Stealer however, had decided that he wasn't going to bother and was proudly displaying his lack of fur as he went into the kitchen.
Wondering what the world was coming to Henry made his way to the bedroom, deciding now was the time to reclaim his bed space.
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It wasn't that Gilbert suffered from the same inability to function in the mornings like Arthur did, as proved when the ex-nation appeared cheerfully in the doorway, seeming to take great pleasure in the concern on his partner's face and proceeded to pull him into a messy kiss. England's protests - on the ground that a) He still had morning breath, and b) He was holding a cup of tea that he almost spilt all over himself - where completely ignored.
While Prussia seemed to have more energy than he knew what to do with almost all the time, he had decided that getting up early was for lesser beings and seemed to enjoy watching England get ready for work while lounging in
theirEngland's bed. A reminder that he didn't had to get up. This meant, Prussia only got up early when he had something planned, and that seldom ended well."You're up early." Arthur detaching himself from his partner, watching Gilbert cautiously.
"I thought I could see you off to your meeting, make your morning that much more awesome." He grinned widely, ruining any chance he had had of England believing him (Which wasn't that much to begin with.) However, having the mental image of Prussia naked would make the EU meeting that much more bearable, so until the reason for Gilbert's appearance was explained he was going to take advantage of it.
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(Anonymous) 2012-02-01 01:14 am (UTC)(link)At least that had been the plan, but England chose this moment to take a step back towards the table to finish his tea. Prussia, who had effectively pounced on his lover, stumbled, unable to stop careering into an open cupboard.
A bottle of, thankfully almost empty coke fell from the cupboard, successfully spilling it's contents all over the surprised Prussia. He stood looking endearingly confused as the brown drink dripped from his hair, looking to England as if he could solve the problem.
It took effort not to laugh, but he really did love Prussia (Even if he hadn't gathered the courage to say it yet) so for the other's benefit he struggled past the desire, "Why wasn’t there a lid on it?" The question was asked mostly to distract Prussia from the slight curve of his mouth.
Recovering from his moment of shock Prussia grinned back, not even caring to look abashed at spilling the drink over England's floor, "I'm making Gilbird a hat out of it."
Prussia it seemed need to get out more.
"Much as I would love to continue this conversation I have a meeting to go to, tidy this up." He wasn't even sure why he bothered, he was very certain he'd be tidying it up when he got back. Prussia pouted, puppy eyes kicking in, and much to his glee England caved, at least a little bit.
"Go and shower, I'll see you tonight." He kissed Prussia softly, carefully keeping his body away from the sticky drink, smiling to himself and definitely not watching the Ex-Nation's arse and his he retreated back upstairs.
With a shake of his head England headed for the door.
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It was the yellow snack. The yellow snack that normally sat on the head of the Red-Eyed Freak and he was sitting on the bed, in clear sight and there was no one to save him. The snack that had been taunting him for years was finally his. Henry flicked his tale, plotting his attack.
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There was a bucket of ice sitting were his keys should have been. England sighed, confirming that his keys were in fact suspended in the middle. He wasn't entirely certain how to respond; this was childish even for Gilbert. He hesitated a moment, wondering what the consequences of not bring a set of keys would be. Gilbert had probably had a list of things he would have to agree to before letting allowed in, some of which he was certain he wouldn't want to do. The time he had been forced to attend a meeting with a vibrator up his arse sprung to mind (He had learnt quickly not to make bets with Gilbert.)
His other options were limited; the spare key was missing and he didn't really have time to rummage around looking for them - someone had to make it to the meetings on time.
Arthur was on the verge of just leaving it and steeling himself for whatever the consequences might be when it dawned on him. He was England, he was the United Fucking Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (At least he was when his brothers were out of earshot, they tended to get pissed off when he called himself that.) and he would not be beaten by a bucket of ice.
Taking the steps too at a time he hurried to his storeroom, opening a wardrobe and smiling fondly at what was kept there. Closest too him were a pair of skinny jeans, tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination, and making even France envy him (Oh how he'd loved the seventies). There was also an old Redcoat uniform, a tunic from Queen Elizabeth I time, and about half way along what he was currently searching for.
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(Anonymous) 2012-02-01 01:27 am (UTC)(link)England paused briefly by the bucket, deciding to humour his boyfriend he scribbled down a quick note, expressing how infuriating Gilbert was, and how he better be there to let him in when he got home, and maybe something about fucking into the mattress. Arthur had found his life was much easier if he kept Prussia happy, and that included pretending that all of his ideas were wonderful. Admittedly some of his ideas were pretty good, but it was often hard to see that when you were the butt of the joke.
Fingering the lock picks Arthur made his way outside.
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Gilbird was not stupid. He knew that Furry Monster would like nothing more than to eat him and he currently had no steal cage (With a little mirror and a bell for when he got bored) between him and the hungry cat. Normally he would have settled into Mummy's hair and Furry Monster would have kept well enough away. However, there were two problems with this. First, Mummy was in the shower. Second, even if he could avoid Furry Monster until Mummy came out his hair would be all wet and that made Gilbird's feathers get all soggy and his feathers puff up when he dried. That made him look
adorablestupid.So Gilbird decided now would be a good time to leave. Flapping his little wings, aware of Furry Monster's evil gaze upon him, he found a new head to settle in. He was sure Special Friend wouldn't mind.
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Unaware of his new passenger, England hurried to his car, wondering why Germany insisted the EU meetings start so damn early.
And we have a part one! So yeah that should have been 1b not another 1a. Also if anyone can think of a good name please share it with me, I've got nothing xD.
Thanks everyone for your kind words and to the Anon who helped me with Word, I'm grateful to all of you.
My beta is currently sick so this hasn't been proof read, so I'm very sorry for the many mistakes I'm sure you're going to find. Also, I'm a little rusty with Prussia but I'm sure I'll get there.
Finally, I have exams over the next couple of weeks so it could be a while before I get anything up so please be patient with me =D.
I lied, this is the last bit. There is a reference to a book called Muddle Earth in there (Which about 3 people on the planet have read xD) if anyone can spot it you can have all the cookies in the world.
OP here.
(Anonymous) 2012-02-01 09:46 am (UTC)(link)I LOVE HOW MUNDANE THEIR LIVES ARE, HOW ADORABLE THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS, AND HOW YOU INCLUDED THEIR PETS HERE.
England totally understand Prussia and it made me go squeee...
For title, try :
The Life of a British (Not-so-)Gentleman and a (Not-so-)Awesome Prussian
or
Mating and Pets
Author!Anon here.
(Anonymous) 2012-02-02 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)The pets are just plot devices to be honest. Gilbird still has a bit more to do and Henry will be making some cameos but I'm actually going to focus on the Nations now.
I meant to ask, are all right with a one, maybe two, (I haven't decided yet) of the Nations already knowing? I was going to have a bit about England and Prussia thinking they've been really ninja about it and someone just kinda being "Yeah... I've known for ages..."
Also, I was going to do some flash-backing to show how they got together and some important time in their relationship, but I'm not really sure yet. I know roughly were this is going to end but not much about what happens in the middle.
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(Anonymous) 2012-02-01 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)And as much as I love the guys, their pets are great too XD
Author!Anon gone Artiest!Anon here.
(Anonymous) 2012-03-18 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)I still haven't been able to quite grab my muse but I drew this yesterday and thought I'd upload it to prove I'm still around. It's nothing special, I was just trying a new drawing style and it kinda happened. I may shade or colour it at some point but then again, I might not bother xD.
I learned a lot about myself while drawing this, namely that I cats are hard to draw and my cheap scanner is cheap for a reason.
http://img829.imageshack.us/img829/7941/pruk.jpg
(Also, if someone could explain to me how the past part thing works I'd be very grateful. I feel I should ask in advance of needing to know.)
Re: Author!Anon gone Artiest!Anon here.
(Anonymous) 2012-03-18 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)The past parts thing you just start a new comment with the request and link back to this fill with the 'previous parts' (or something like that) and then just put all your updates as a reply to that. Also a link back here saying you are continuing the story over there would be nice so anyone who sees this start will know where to go.
...that explanation probbaly made no sense at all.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-24 02:47 am (UTC)(link)He turned the radio on at eight in time for the news. He wanted to be completely up to date before everything turned French.
Bugger all was happening, which wasn't much of a surprise, just the usual about house prices, the economy and how all politicians were scum. The final story however, caught his interest. IT was one of the silly reports stuck on the end to lighten the mood and England found himself turning it up.
"For many years French has been the most popular choice of second language among students in University and secondary school." - That had always been a point of shame for England. God forbid the frog find out he could speak fluent French. - "However German, which has been gaining since the 1990s has finally claimed that title based on the number of pupils set to sit exams in a foreign language this May. The countries new found interest in Germany is becoming evident in other areas. Eastern Germany is the United Kingdom's favourite European holiday destination and this seems to be going both ways. The English in particular ha-"
Arthur turned off the radio, smiling ever so slightly to himself.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-24 02:49 am (UTC)(link)Prussia had been locked away from the West for over thirty years and had therefore been oblivious to the fashion trends of that time.
The Punk Era had ended over a decade before so Arthur's look had been toned down a fair bit. Compared to Gilbert's resent experiences however, Arthur's clothing was down right scandalises; not that anyone was complaining.
His exact description the next morning as he and Arthur had been pulling on clothes in a surprisingly unawkward "morning after" was "In jeans so tight your arse was all but framed you just looked too damn fuckable." The met up a few times over the next two decades but it was matter of convenience more an anything and they both saw other people. It wasn't until 2008 that they considered themselves a coupe (and some times after that before they would admit it aloud).
Arthur had been drinking alone, head down, hand gripping a glass of rum. There was nothing unusual about him drinking alone but as he, Gilbert and Mathias had been staying in the same hotel Gilbert was surprised they hadn't been invited along.
He sat down in the seat next to the Brit ordering his own drink, grinning sideways at England, knocking his foot against the other's in time to song he had heard earlier.
It didn't take long until England snapped, "Do you want something?" It was a well known fact that no matter what mood England was in he was never more than two minutes from seriously pissed off.
Ignoring the question Gilbert nodded at the glass. "Because I'm so awesomely attentive I've noticed you're drinking rum not Whiskey. What's Scotland done?" Awesomely attentive might have been a little optimistic but he, Arthur and Denmark had been drinking together for years, they knew what different drinks meant. Rum meant Arthur was reminiscing about his pirate days, deciding he was still a punk, or pissed off with Scotland. The lack of tight jeans and depressed look made the problem fairly clear.
Arthur glared at Gilbert who's leg was now rubbing up against his. He only held the gaze a moment before turning back to the rum, "Scotland had elections for his parliament the other day. SNP won. They are going to push for independence." He threw back what was left of his rum.
Prussia's grin portrayed now of his serious, "It's always hard when we outgrow our usefulness. Lucky I'm so awesome West would never manage without me." The sadness there was poorly concealed.
Then they woke up the next morning Gilbert hadn't felt the need to leave as soon as possible. They'd spent the morning together and Arthur had bought Gilbert lunch.
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England had always liked Belgium. It was France without the perversion, stupid food, arrogance and, well, without the French. He and Bella understood one another and of all the countries meetings in Belgium where some of the best. It made the EU meetings more bearable than world meetings, though that might have something to do with the fact there were simply less countries to worry about.
He reached Brussels in good time and parked at the conference centre, gathered his notes and made towards the building. He had a half hearted attempt at flattening down his hair, unaware of the small bird shying from his hand.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-24 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)I really like how you describe the carchters and their relationship. Also the jump back in the past to explain why they're together was interesting to read and well written. Just like all the rest.
Hope to read more soon :P
Author Note
(Anonymous) 2012-05-24 02:54 am (UTC)(link)However, I did feel it was important to try and explain why they were together (If half-heartedly).
I'll post a link to the "Past Parts section" as soon as I feel mentally prepared for the cock up I'm sure to make of it xD.
OP Here, Cooing like a mother-bird
(Anonymous) 2012-05-24 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)Not to mention the little things and so many details that make the couple seemed mor fleshed out. I can't wait for the reveal, but it's just lovely how you build up the moment for that.
And I'll be waiting like a child in a candy store, just so giddy and giggly....