cortito Title: Duele verte .
Claim: Prussia / Hungary (although
Prompt: Underground.
Extension:
249 Warning: Fail! Songfic. Inspired by the song of Ricardo Arjona. Beteado No, no time to call
is truly uncomfortable, almost painful: Verla drooling and dumb for someone, someone so ... lacking in ideas. It bothers him to know that was left numb, just so the thing was, that so wanted to be his fate. Disturbed, so much hurt his chest, knowing that if you want to be present in your life, must always be an alternate. That stupid aristocrat
did not deserve the privilege of marrying her, to hold it between your arms, whisper nice words ear while touring with those hands of girl you have, the smooth skin that should be his Hungarian.
is why you save the congratulations on his wedding day. That's why, to be honest as he is, is about the bride in the back after the ceremony ended, and whispers:
- "find me, when he leaves to give you what you, as a good husband should. "
She punches him so hard he nearly lost consciousness, and leaves it lying around to join her husband, seeing the smile appearing on the lips of the albino.
So years passed, he's always waiting, she always refused, until ... In hiding in an old apartment, at the beginning of the twentieth century, there were those who had always been together.
"Close doors and windows, the very sky
That will put a branch
On the seventh floor, at eleven fifty
While supplies last
kisses and let the clock"
EDIT: JAJAJAJA! Have finished my tests and finally libreee am! I just wrote my second drabble for drabblethon of
Well, just to thank our dear Spain to get into the world of HOH (House of Haspburgs), that even I was going through your mind before you know it.
Claim: Austria / Spain
Prompt: Too
Alegre Extension:
346 Warning: "Happy! Austria? A bit OOC?
The whispers and the gossip was not uncommon for high-bourgeois society of the time but had never fallen on him. Edelstein
Young was right and proper, it was just all a role model: ride smart, talented in music, large vocabulary, conversacióny issue a solemn seriousness that accompanied him during the whole gave , a. It was the kind of young for sighed the maids and men of power are fighting to have as a son. But now? He kept all day in his studio, with a faint smile on his lips, touching the strange instrument he had brought from the Mediterranean coast. He had changed his beloved-and refined-violin by the horrendous sound of a guitar! Definitely something wrong with him.
For months, when they began their negotiations Habsurgo marriage with the kings of Spain, this gentleman had begun to change. Speak less and less with the nobles and spent more hours in the gardens of his palace, taking care of what looked like a tomato plant. No one could understand, at least not until the day of the alliance.
A English boy, not much bigger than Austria's, entered the ballroom, dress without any label, and honored the new king with a smile as bright as the sun itself. Similarly, Roderich's eyes lit up and trying to give his best angry face approached the other in the tense atmosphere that was created to income. "You're
late, "she scolded, the uncomfortable silence that made other people.
- Rod VAAM ~! It only took a few minutes apologized ...- English, hugging her shoulders and worn out, so that others could continue with his party. Austria only gave a sigh as they walked away from the others, but his lips betrayed him to curl into a smile.
"Too cheerful overheard before leaving the great hall, but he cared little or nothing being in the arms of now was her husband.