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Anon Valoe

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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 3:01 pm

SO I was bored and I decided to write another fan-fic (instead of finishing the one I already started DX).

But anyways, this will make you PrussiaxHungary fans somewhat happy.

This takes place a day before Hungary's wedding to Austria, which as you all know is the allegory to the unification of Austria-Hungary.

So tell me if you guys like it, hate it, anything else you'd like to see in there (yes, I can add explicit stuff iff you want in there) comments, or what ever.

I hope you all like it.

Edit: Sorry if it seems all clumped together, I wrote this on word which seemed fine. Unfortunately Copy&Pasta is retarded most of the time. I'll try to fix it later since i'm busy with homework right now =A=

The grass seemed to whistle quietly with the light breeze. Gilbert lay on his back under one of the trees with his arms folded back to support his head. His eyes half-closed looking up at the clouds trying to anticipate what was going to happen. Elizabeta rarely ever called him to meet her, in fact it was usually to give him a quick beating with a frying pan, her hands, anything. This was truly strange, her inviting him out to the open field, just to talk? Gilbert snickered and convinced himself to give her a punch right in her stomach once she showed up.
“Oh, hello Gilbert,” said a sweet voice while he was busy thinking of how to counter her frying pan. He shot up surprised and said coarsely, “Don’t ever sneak behind me again!” It was Elizabeta. She only giggled a bit and lightly smacked the back of his head as he still sat underneath the tree.
Something was different of course, there wasn’t any fighting. In fact she seemed a bit relieved to see him. Smiling sweetly towards him with some sort of regret in her eyes, which were dim. Like proud banners her hair flowed in the light breeze as she brushed the hair out of her eyes gracefully.
“W-why aren’t you beating me up like usual?” he asked in his usual grumpy voice.
“Well, because I wanted to talk to you, I told you so in the letter,” she said a bit agitated.
He only gave her his frowning stare of disapproval. Silently she sat down close to him. “You…know my wedding is tomorrow right?” she asked him without turning to his face and looking at the blue sky which hung over like a clean table cloth on the field.
“Yeah, what about it?” he snorted back picking his ear, attempting to show no interest in the subject. “Getting married to that stuck-up aristocrat.”
“Oh he’s not that bad. But I was wondering,” she paused for a moment. “You….are going right?”
Gilbert let himself fall backwards. “Why would I? It’s not important to me. Besides, it’s your fault for getting caught up in things like this.” He grimaced avoiding eye contact with her. In truth, tomorrow’s large wedding was what was bothering him. It annoyed and pricked at his gut and stomach whenever he had thought about it the past couple of days. The thought of it annoyed him more than he admitted.
Elizabeta kept silent and seemed to sulk now. She was acting strange.
“So…you must have things to do tomorrow?”
“Huh? Yeah, I guess so. Besides, Im too awesome for weddings, and I wouldn’t waste my time watching you or that stuffy aristocrat.”
Elizabeta’s voice showed signs of agitation, “Do you always have to be like that? Always about yourself! You always think everything is stupid and whatnot, this is exactly why no one…likes you.” she turned away at the last part. Gilbert only kept quiet, he was annoyed already. He managed to ask something he had not expected; something that just came out of him: “Well, would you like me to buy you a drink since I won’t be able to puke at your wedding tomorrow?”
She turned around to him with brighter eyes. Coming from him that meant a lot. “But Gibby, you know I don’t drink.” She would usually call him that to make him mad, after hearing Alfred call him that one time.
“Gah you know I hate when you call me that!” he yelled at her. She responded with a firm slap to his cheek, imprinting the mark of her hand on his cheek. “Btich,” he murmured under his breath while rubbing his cheek gingerly.
“I don’t think that’s anyway to treat a woman is it?” she rubbed in his face, knowing exactly which buttons to push. “Besides, you were inviting me somewhere?” she pointed out again with a womanly smile.
Gibby was felling weird. Something he usually felt around Elizabeta all the time but ignored it since he could never figure out what it was.
“Fine. But just this once.”

The walk down to the tavern was quick, nothing much to see but beautiful country land and the small town in the area. It wasn’t a very lively town, but it somehow seemed peaceful and fresh; the perfect place to start a life and live happily with the small details of life that seemed good. The tavern however, was a lively place.
Drunken men all around, laughing, spewing mashed food, singing, sharing tales, groping the tavern maids as they passed, and most importantly drinking. Gilbert grabbed Elizabeta’s hand which surprised her and began leading her between the tables towards the main stand, eyeing each person to make sure no one made an attempt on her. Elizabeta opened her mouth to protest against him dragging her and that she could handle herself, but as soon as her mouth had it opened it closed. They both sat down promptly at the main stand.
“Hey f*****t!” yelled out Gilbert. “Two!” The tavern master uttered some insult at him and slid down two chilled mugs of beer. It foamed over the top and onto the counter, with it’s tiny bubbles rushing up from the bottom of the mug as if they were desperate for air. Without a word Gilbert began drinking.
Elizabeta hesitated a bit. She hadn’t drunk much before, much less in a tavern this rowdy. But she liked it. With all her worries forgotten now she picked up the mug and brought it to her lips. Gilbert flashed his eyes over, still having that strange feeling.
“Just a couple more and we’re out of here. Im not wasting my money on you.”

Three hours passed.

The two were walking down the sun-light roads of the town laughing hysterically to tears at almost everything. It was as if they had never been rivals at all, or ever in fights. With one hand of his on her waist, and one of her’s on his shoulder, they burst laughing at old stories and terrible jokes. Making fun of the other nations and what not. The setting rays of the sun shimmered on them as they walked in the outskirts of the town and into the edge of the forest.
They had let go of each other now after their last merry laugh close to the forest.
“Well Gilbert…I actually had fun for once with you,” she teased. “But I better get home.” They both got silent. “It’s my big day tomorrow.” Melancholy and despair soon took a hold of Gilbert’s mind and body. For some reason he did not want her to leave, for some reason he wanted to spend more time. He quickly searched his mind for an excuse.
“Are you sure…you can’t stay a bit longer?”
“I already told you, I can’t. It’s getting dark outside and I need to get home.”
“I was just wondering…since there was a spring nearby. I just wanted to show it to you. It’s almost as awesome as me. I promise it won’t take long!” Elizabeta only looked at his face, then towards the ground making nervous movements, unsure if whether to follow him or not. In the end she nodded yes. With a smile like unbefore he grabbed a hold of her hand and began running through the nearby forest, easily dodging the small trees and bushes as the sun set even lower into the distant sky diminishing it’s light allowing the stars to illuminate the sky like city-lights.
It was a small pond, with a small gurgling brook nearby that flowed right into it from the nearby spring source. The water was clear and shone like a crystal with the moon’s reflection. The moonlight bounced off and radiated the enclosed space of trees and grass like a cool blue light. The brook nearby gurgled into the water, sending non-stop ripples across the small body of water. Gilbert let go of her hand and walked to the edge of the pond, took of his boots, raised his pants to his knees, and dipped his lower legs into the coolness of water. Sitting he slanted a bit back and sighed and signaled Elizabeta over to do the same. She copied him, except she had to hold her dress up to place her feet in.
They both sat there enjoying the coolness of the water and night that complimented the presence of the two of them in that sacred enclosure. After a long moment of sitting in silence Elizabeta spoke: “I must really get going now. It’s very late and everyone is probably worried about me somewhere.” She began to pull her feet out when suddenly Gilbert had grabbed her wrist. He had a sly smile on his face.
In an instant Elizabeta’s face was being splashed by water from the pond. Gilbert laughed as he cupped it in his hands and made it spring to life and then splatter on her face and body. She screamed for him to stop that and attempted to threaten something about his vital regions. After a couple of seconds she lunged at him pinning him down to the ground. She was furious. He had only been laughing and only had that stupid smile on his face as she pinned him on the ground. In the next instant she felt his left hand placed on the back of her head and pushed towards him. Their lips touched. In an instant the rage she had harbored towards him for soaking her with the water subsided immediately like wine at Felicino’s house.
Their lips had stayed in contact for a moment, both of them feeling faint. The moment they had separated she spoke out loud in joy and horror: “What are we doing?”
Gilbert kissed her softly again and said, “I…love you. I always have.” Elizabeta didn’t know what to respond but with returning the confirmation of her love as well. They both had been, for the longest time.
The next moment was filled with mainly passionate kissing and rubbing of their bodies. Gilbert had flipped them over, with him being on top and letting Elizabeta relax on the soft grass that carpeted the area of the pond. He looked her deeply in the eyes knowing that this was really happening and place his lips gently on hers, and after a while he would pull back and she would follow back and return his kiss as softly as he had done first. Gilbert’s left hand ran slowly and tenderly up the side of her skirt and onto her warm thigh, and repeating. With his right hand he would brush the hair from her face continuously and sometimes they would wander onto the curved hourglass of her waist and onto her bosom. Elizabeta wrapped both her arms around his neck, slowly caressing part of his shoulders, or sometimes they would slipp of his neck and onto his cheeks as she held them in place for one of the kisses.
At one paused Elizabeta commented, “I never knew you could be so soft with a woman.”
And almost as sweetly he replied gently, “And I never knew you could be as soft as a woman.” She hit him gently on his shoulder and rewarded him for his witty response by placing his right hand to fondle her breasts. As he brought the second hand to her breasts, he lowered his face again for more exchangement of love between their lips. Gently biting her lower lip he focused on the taste of her lips and the rounded softness of her breasts at his hands. The gentle grip on her lower lip loosened and his lips began to find their way around. He moved onto the side of her face, and then to her neck as she sighed pleasantly with her eyes closed. She loved the massaging motion his hands on her bosom, the teasing of his warm lips on her neck making her rub against his body more.
Each kiss became less satisfying than the last one, they became more desperate seeking even more feeling than they could. Each rub of their skin became more heated and passionate. The blood flushed their cheeks more now, as they began to feel extremely hot, but never uncomfortable, their hearts beating faster and faster. It felt good-no, it was delightful. The softness of their skin never being enough or long enough in contact. They became restless as they began to want more and more. Their hands made way with untying and unslipping fabric and knots. They’re voices became wild as if they were asking to never stop and for forgiveness of their actions. Words became mumbled with sighs and gasps of pleasure and love.

The sun shone in Gilbert’s eyes as he woke up groggy and cursing at the sun like always. Yet he wasn’t grumpy or angry or anything. He was happy until he realized that Elizabeta was not at his side, wrapped by his arms. Remembering about the wedding he sulked and finally remembered that she lad left early in the morning while he was still somewhat asleep. With a final kiss and “I’ll love you always” look, she left him and ran through the woods back to where she was suppose to fulfill her political duty. He dressed quickly, trying not to remember what had happened in that place the previous night.

Gilbert lay on his back under the same tree where it had all started. Although this time grief and a heavy heart tormented his mind every second. There was no light breeze whistling through the grass and no Elizabeta to argue with. He could do nothing but close his eyes and let the hotness of the flowing tears swell as the Church Bells rang loudly and triumphantly in the distance.