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metamorphosis2010-05-22 12:57 am
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Title: Fifth Time's The Charm
Characters: France, Spain, mentions of England, Austria, Prussia, and Rome
Rating: PG
France and Spain have slept together since they were children under the Roman Empire, with hushed whispers and fingers entwined. It hadn't always been that way – France (then Gaul) had hated Spain (then Hispania), but with oblivious, if passionate, work on Spain's side, he had won his 'brother' over – but it was that way then.
The first time they slept together was the first time they met. Rome had put them into the same room, and Spain had chattered excitedly while washing for bed about how 'Rome was gonna take good care of Gaul' and that they were going to be 'the best pair of brothers', and France had just nodded and yawned and didn't wash before sleeping, but Spain cuddled next to him anyways and fell asleep with his thumb in his mouth and a dopey look on his face. They slept in the same room after that, but in separate cots, because Spain would have nightmares even if he wouldn't remember them, and France would never admit to having them.
The second time they slept together was after Rome fell, and France had kept him close and whispered apologies into Spain's hair, entwined their fingers and kissed away the tears that streamed down his brother's face, and Spain just cried and said that Rome said he would never, ever leave them and he had left anyways. France smiled slightly and murmured that Rome hadn't gone, not really, because he was still with them in spirit. Spain fell asleep to that, and France once again was left to think. He didn't sneak out that time though.
The third time they slept together was a month before the Black Plague started. France had come to Spain chattering excitedly about this 'mussy headed boy' who kept following him around when he was across the small sea that surrounded the island nation, and after he fell quiet, Spain asked him if the boy was 'one of them'. France took it up again and nodded, said this little land was called 'Anglaland' and that he followed him and tried to grow his hair out like France had, and he was a little monster but oh, this little Anglaland was his little brother now, whether the boy liked it or not. Spain just smiled cheerfully and, before they kissed good night and fell to sleeping curled against each other, said he'd like to meet this little nation.
The fourth time they slept together was when they were too old to sleep together without meaning something. Spain hadn't minded it and still stripped down while talking excitedly about the treasures across the sea where him and Portugal had landed after Columbus, and France had taken him all in with a roving eye and replied to all of this that 'he was looking better'. Spain had paused, then shrugged and continued, because he had had a few fights with England and Prussia about-- something, he couldn't remember because it was too late at night and he'd probably remember in the morning, and he mentioned this when they laid next to each other and stared at the ceiling. Spain's arms were under his head, stretched taut and beautiful, and France slept on his side with his hands tucked under his pillow and a wondering look on his face.
The fifth time they slept together, it was the late 17th century and France had seduced him. Austria was out – Austria was often out nowadays, and Spain didn't get to see him much besides – and France had come over, kissed Spain and shared the wine he brought. They drank and kissed and melted into each other, fit beautifully like a puzzle – Love and Passion, two sides of the same coin. Spain felt a little guilty after wards, thinking of Austria on the morning after, but France kissed him and muttered that 'he was a silly nation' into his skin, licked the goosebumps rising and laughed that Austria wouldn't find out and not to worry about things like that, just to enjoy it, because it was meant to be.
Characters: France, Spain, mentions of England, Austria, Prussia, and Rome
Rating: PG
France and Spain have slept together since they were children under the Roman Empire, with hushed whispers and fingers entwined. It hadn't always been that way – France (then Gaul) had hated Spain (then Hispania), but with oblivious, if passionate, work on Spain's side, he had won his 'brother' over – but it was that way then.
The first time they slept together was the first time they met. Rome had put them into the same room, and Spain had chattered excitedly while washing for bed about how 'Rome was gonna take good care of Gaul' and that they were going to be 'the best pair of brothers', and France had just nodded and yawned and didn't wash before sleeping, but Spain cuddled next to him anyways and fell asleep with his thumb in his mouth and a dopey look on his face. They slept in the same room after that, but in separate cots, because Spain would have nightmares even if he wouldn't remember them, and France would never admit to having them.
The second time they slept together was after Rome fell, and France had kept him close and whispered apologies into Spain's hair, entwined their fingers and kissed away the tears that streamed down his brother's face, and Spain just cried and said that Rome said he would never, ever leave them and he had left anyways. France smiled slightly and murmured that Rome hadn't gone, not really, because he was still with them in spirit. Spain fell asleep to that, and France once again was left to think. He didn't sneak out that time though.
The third time they slept together was a month before the Black Plague started. France had come to Spain chattering excitedly about this 'mussy headed boy' who kept following him around when he was across the small sea that surrounded the island nation, and after he fell quiet, Spain asked him if the boy was 'one of them'. France took it up again and nodded, said this little land was called 'Anglaland' and that he followed him and tried to grow his hair out like France had, and he was a little monster but oh, this little Anglaland was his little brother now, whether the boy liked it or not. Spain just smiled cheerfully and, before they kissed good night and fell to sleeping curled against each other, said he'd like to meet this little nation.
The fourth time they slept together was when they were too old to sleep together without meaning something. Spain hadn't minded it and still stripped down while talking excitedly about the treasures across the sea where him and Portugal had landed after Columbus, and France had taken him all in with a roving eye and replied to all of this that 'he was looking better'. Spain had paused, then shrugged and continued, because he had had a few fights with England and Prussia about-- something, he couldn't remember because it was too late at night and he'd probably remember in the morning, and he mentioned this when they laid next to each other and stared at the ceiling. Spain's arms were under his head, stretched taut and beautiful, and France slept on his side with his hands tucked under his pillow and a wondering look on his face.
The fifth time they slept together, it was the late 17th century and France had seduced him. Austria was out – Austria was often out nowadays, and Spain didn't get to see him much besides – and France had come over, kissed Spain and shared the wine he brought. They drank and kissed and melted into each other, fit beautifully like a puzzle – Love and Passion, two sides of the same coin. Spain felt a little guilty after wards, thinking of Austria on the morning after, but France kissed him and muttered that 'he was a silly nation' into his skin, licked the goosebumps rising and laughed that Austria wouldn't find out and not to worry about things like that, just to enjoy it, because it was meant to be.