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hetalia_kink) wrote2014-02-10 06:09 pm
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Hetalia kink meme part 27
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The Price of Innocence [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2015-02-26 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)-------------------------------------
Ludwig’s eyes snapped open. Reflexes honed by years of surprise attacks (read: pranks) his brother had inflicted on him under the name of “awesome self-defense training” made him pin the intruder down in a firm lock before his brain managed to catch up and remind him that he had a houseguest. A rather touchy feely houseguest, if the evening before was anything to go by.
“V-Ve…”
He sighed, shifting his weight back to release the smaller man. He rubbed his eyes to try to rid them of their bleariness. “What are you doing here?”
Nothing could have prepared him for the soft lips that closed over his. His brain short-circuited from the shock for a good few moments, until hands trailing in very inappropriate directions kicked him back into action. He wrenched the other away from his body, holding him firmly by the shoulders at arm’s length. Doe brown eyes stared at him in confusion.
“Master?”
The warning bells that rang through his head immediately dispelled all notions of sleepiness. Ice pooled in his gut.
“What are you doing?” he said in a steady tone that impressed even himself.
The brunette was naked again, he noticed.
Scheiße.
“I’m here to serve Master.”
The most terrible thing was the tone it was spoken with, as if there was nothing wrong with it. And he had no doubt that in the other’s mind that was exactly the case, that it didn’t bring bile to his throat like it did for Ludwig in more ways than one.
“I’m not your master,” he corrected immediately even as he let loose a string of curses in his mind.
The brunette was silent, still staring at Ludwig as if he was a puzzle he simple couldn’t get. Which was apt, because Ludwig was feeling very much the same way about him.
Brown eyes fell. “Are you angry at me?”
Sighing, he patted the brunette on the head, feeling guilty despite it not really being his fault. “I’m not. But you need to sleep in your own room, okay?”
“Yes, Luddy…”
“I’ll see you in the morning,” he felt the need to reassure at the other’s crestfallen look. “Good night.”
The brunette nodded, looking slightly cheered. “Good night, Luddy…”
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“Good morning, Luddy!”
If he had been a smaller man, he would have been barreled right over by the force that hit his gut the moment he stepped out of his bedroom. As it was, he merely reeled a little, disorientated.
He couldn’t help patting the brown head that had attached himself to him, arms tight around his torso. “Ah yes, good morning.”
Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he stumbled to the kitchen with the other still clinging to him like a limpet. Needless to say, he hadn’t gotten much sleep after the fiasco last night. It was good that the other seemed to have rested fine, at least.
“What would you like for breakfast?”
“…Anything?”
He had expected as much, really. But he wasn’t about to take that as an answer. Ludwig reached up to open one of the high cabinets. He usually had the same thing every day, but Gilbert liked to keep some things there for when he stayed over. He glanced at the contents.
“There’s cereal, and we have some dried fruit to go with it if you like. Oats too, if you prefer that. There’s also peanut butter and jam that you can spread on the bread. And...maple syrup?” He glanced at the brunette. “Or I can cook wurst?” he offered when his new housemate seemed overwhelmed by the choice. “I’ll be making some for myself too, I can just cook more.”
“Wurst?”
“It’s a type of sausage. Would you like to try it?”
The other nodded, eyes big and curious as he watched Ludwig move around the kitchen collecting the ingredients.
“V-Ve…”
Ludwig blinked as a warm body pressed against his side suddenly, quickly setting down the eggs so that he wouldn’t drop them. Turning, he noticed that Sasha had padded in through the door leading to the backyard where she had been playing previously.
“You don’t have to be afraid. Sasha is very gentle, she won’t bite.”
The other peered apprehensively around Ludwig at the enormous dog. Sasha’s tail swished merrily to and fro as she stared back with a lopsided doggy grin. “That mean she’s happy,” Ludwig told him reassuringly before crouching down slowly, encouraging him to do the same. He held out his hand for Sasha to sniff, and when the smaller man tentatively mirrored his action he drew slightly away to scratch the dog affectionately behind an ear.
The other giggled as Sasha’s tongue flicked out to lick his palm. He edged closer, more daring now, to thread his fingers through her soft fur. The dog’s tail thumped merrily on the floor.
The brunette burst out into giggles as a wet nose nuzzled closer. Ludwig watched the exchange fondly before turning back to continue with breakfast.
“Which reminds me, we still need to choose a name for you,” he commented over his shoulder as the sausages sizzled.
Luminous eyes snapped up to stare at him, hands stilling from where they were delightedly patting the large dog. Sasha whined, nudging his face at the lack of attention.
“Would you like to choose one together?”
The other’s smile could light up the whole room. “Yes!”
Giving a small smile in return, Ludwig picked up a spatula to turn the sausages over before they burned.
The brunette buried his face in Sasha’s neck, still smiling dopily. The dog yipped softly, turning her head to lick his cheek. Barely perceptible over the sizzling of the wurst on the stove, Ludwig still heard the whisper.
“Did you hear that, Sasha? I’m going to have a name.”
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Man, am I going to be grateful when I have a name to refer to Feli by. There's only many times I can write "the brunette" without sounding awfully repetitive. orz
Re: The Price of Innocence [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2015-04-03 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)