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The Mysterious Bouquet Prussia x Hungary x Austria
"Happy Valentine's Day, Roderich!" Elizaveta happily cheered, only poking her head out between the slightly opened doors leading to the music room where her husband composed some of the most romantic songs she had ever had the pleasure of hearing. The Austrian looked at her, a mixed expression of love and joy painting the pale canvas of his face upon hearing the reminder. "Come here, Elizaveta. I want to show you something", he said, a tired smile on his face. The image of the untidy Austrian after a long night of struggles and frustrations, wasted sheets and ink, and aimless fists thrown at the piano that cost him a few bruises, caused Elizaveta to draw a step back only to rush over to her beloved's side. He shushed her before she could utter a worried word and seated himself on the piano seat with the fingers of his hands spread and stretched on the keys. Acknowledging his proposal from the quick tilt of his head, she nervously sat next to him all crammed up to offer him all the space he needed.
Delicate fingers tapped the keys and the sweet melody began. How charming! Elizaveta could feel shivers of delight as the notes enchanted her with goosebumps. She could feel the pressure of each key fill her chest with an emotion she could never understand. The fluid movement of his decoded confession enabled him to express his feelings thoroughly to the woman he cherished.
Unknowingly, Elizaveta began to hum, intensifying the passionate song as it reached its end. "That was beautiful. I have no words--" His hand covered hers, her heart racing from the tender smile perching his lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I worked on it all night for it to be perfect." His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her in a light embrace. "Happy Valentine's Day, Schätzchen.", he muttered his greeting in a breathless whisper as he buried his nose in the perfume coating her neck.
The emotional embrace lasted a moment that felt too short to let go, but while it lasted, she saw a piece of something glistening in the far end of the room, almost as if someone failed to hide it from unwanted eyes. As Roderich left, Elizaveta decided to investigate it. Stepping further towards the object, she recognised the glistening wrapper of a randomly thrown expensive bouquet. It didn't have a tag; it didn't say who it was from and for whom. Her only thought was that Roderich had simply changed his mind from offering her the typical Valentine's present and settled on composing a song for her. But that was simply an assumption, for the truth was much different.
Seated in the back seat of a cab, the Albino watched the passing scenery with a dazed smile. After years of building confidence, he finally brought himself to write his confession towards the woman he adored.
Little did he know that note will never reach her.
Well, this came out a lot longer than I thought it would've. It was just supposed to be some fluffy, socially awkward drabble. If you know me well enough, it shouldn't take you long who I've partnered ol' Gilbert with. Been a while since I wrote this much. Hope it wasn't too bad. Bonus points if you can spot some of the inside jokes/references.
The Terrible Art of Improvisation Prussia x ?
The implausible partnership. The absurd infatuation. The unimaginable bond.
“...6 Tips To Quickly Get Hot Chicks.” Gilbert read aloud the article title, featured prominently on the glossy cover of the magazine the Prussian held in his hand. He scoffed in disdain, laughing at its nonsensicality. “Who reads and actually believes this bullshit? What a waste of my time.” He tossed the quarterly behind him and stretched out in his computer chair, staring off into space. Then as if realizing his grave mistake, jumped out of his seat and dashed over to the magazine splayed haphazardly on his bedroom floor, hastily snatching it into his hands. “Hmph...n-nothing wrong with taking a little peek. Nothing wrong with that. Just curious! Hahah. Haha. Hah.” Gilbert nervously laughed as he flipped through the magazine until landing on the page of the article in question. The title was in large, bold white letters with a promiscuous pin-up model slapped next to it. How cliche. The Prussian was not impressed thus far. Just as he expected--but he read on for curiosity’s sake.
'Tip 1: Act Confident. Girls love confidence the same way mice love cheese. They can’t resist. It doesn’t matter whether you ARE confident. Just make sure you act that way.' Gilbert snorted once more, bewildered by the blunt stupidity of the very first point. “What kind of advice is that? I’m already confident. Why wouldn’t I be? My sheer, breathtaking magnificence is substantial enough for other men to be assertive too!”
“Tip 2: Fun and Passionate is Better Than ‘Nice’. Too many guys think girls are looking mostly for nice guys. She wants someone who is fun, someone who is passionate about his life, and someone who makes her feel. Nice is great, but nice by itself is boring.” Were the authors of this article a bunch of unsociable morons? This is all common knowledge! Next.
'Tip 3: Girls Like a Challenge. Women love the thrill of the chase. Flirt with her, but don’t let her know for sure whether you are truly interested... until you make your move.' Gilbert stopped reading for a second, momentarily looking up from his magazine for a chance to think. “Is that why I can’t get a date? Or why he always insults me? It must be a test...and I must be too straightforward. Of course. Finally, some new information! I’ll be sure to try it the next meeting ‘round.” He hummed to himself and continued his journey into the ‘female’ psyche.
'Tip 4: Don’t Put Her on a Pedestal. The prettier the girl, the less she wants you to treat her like she’s a princess, goddess, or angel. Be a real person and treat her like a real person and she’ll find your company to be much more interesting.' At this point, the Prussian exploded into wild, uncontrollable laughter. Gilbert jumped at his younger brother the next room over as he began yelling through the walls in irritation. He quickly composed himself and reflected upon A--his interest’s personality. Pft. Who would need to put him on a pedestal when the bastard did himself? Talk about narcissistic assholes.
'Tip 5: Touch as Well as Talk. Look at men who are naturally charming. They tend to be very physical, and there’s lots of touching when they talk. It’s always appropriate (to the arms, shoulder, etc.), but it also builds a physical connection early. Paying close detail to her features is also a must.' All humor on the Prussian’s face vanished as the smile on his lips faltered. Touching and talking. The only time that ever happened in one go was after a world meeting. In an empty conference room. Alone. Together. To say the least, the encounter ended with heated words and unsatisfied libidos.
“Tip 6: Be Y--"
Gilbert sighed heavily and closed the magazine before weakly tossing it onto his bed. He had seen enough. It was time. Better to have loved than not at all. He walked back to his computer desk, hesitantly reaching for the land-line and listening to the dial tone for what felt like hours, but eventually forced himself to dial an all-too-familiar number. Ring... Ring... Ring...
This was unbearable! Each ring was like the tolling of the death knell, bringing him closer to madness. If he didn’t pick up soon, Gilbert was sure he would go insane.
Ring... Ri--... “Hello?”
“...H-Hello?! Uh...” Was that running water he heard in the background? It's making me want to take a piss. A fish tank, maybe? Did he even own any fi-- Never mind that! Shit, what was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to say?! 'Tip 1: Act Confident.' Right. Gilbert cleared his throat. “...Hey. How’s it going? Look, I know I don’t normally call but...I was wondering if you were free on Valentine’s. Maybe we could catch a movie or have dinne--...” ‘Tip 3: Girls Like a Challenge.' “Fuck. I-I mean, I was kidding about the movie and the dinner. Hah. I’m not really interested in going out on a date with you. Completely joking. This entire phone call was a joke. Yeah. That’s it.”
The Prussian could hear a groan of frustration on the other end. “Are you fucking kidding me? Gilbert, you called just to prank call me? I knew you were stupid, but not this stupid. Get a life, you failure. I’m hanging up.”
Ouch. 'Tip 4: Touch as Well as Talk...paying close attention to her details is a must.'
“Wait, wait!!”
“What? You're lucky I'm even putting up with your bullshit right now.”
“Uh...I really like your...hair? No, I really like your smile...!! No, that isn't right either...I...like your eyes?” Gilbert could’ve sworn he heard the other facepalm over the phone and he could feel the urge to do it too. He hopelessly glanced about the room, desperately looking for something that could save this sinking ship of a conversation. There, conveniently laid flat on his bed...
'Tip 6: Be Yourself.' Gilbert sighed in defeat.
“Bye.”
“Wait...I’m sorry. I...” C’mon, Gil. Be assertive. You’ve faced challenges worse than this! “Truth is, I think I l...lo...” No. No. Nope. There’s no way in Hell I'm saying that to hi-- “I love you.” God dammit. “Yeah, laugh it up while you can, but I really do. I couldn’t help myself, the way we’re always pitted against each other and that moment in the conference room. I can hardly be held accountable--Look, can we just watch a movie or something?” His voice was shaking in apprehension and fear of the outcome, wanting nothing more than to find the nearest pit and die there--highly uncharacteristic of a man like him. He was practically behaving like a giddy schoolgirl! Just what the hell was going on with him?
After an unnecessarily lengthy and painful silence...
“Is this a love confession?” “No, I’m asking if I can do your laundry--Yes, of course it is! Were you even listening? What are you, retarded?!” “Robert Downey Jr.” “...What.” “We’re watching a movie starring Robert Downey Jr. That man is an acting god!”
That was a yes. A clear, definate yes. To the Prussian, it was anyway. Gilbert stopped breathing. He stopped blinking. He stopped thinking. Moving. Worrying. And in this substantial perfection and momentary lack of motion, Time and Space stopped alongside him...
The implausible partnership. The absurd infatuation. The unimaginable bond.
