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Second chance 1/3
Title: Second chance
Pairings: mentions of Austria x Hungary and Germany x Italy but mostly Prussia x hungary
Rating: T to be safe
Genre: Romance/angst/drama
Summary: Prussia isn't allowed to die. Instead he is made to wander the earth as
an imortal without a nation. His guardian angel isn't seeming to be
much use either, seeing as how she'd rather be out claiming more souls.
Warnings: Character death, guess who.
Notes: I actually stole a lot of plot ideas from an rp i did with the same friend who gave me the prompt, for sour kisses...though none of those ideas are in this chapter so you guys probably don't care.
Chapter one
Gilbert had been ready to die. He had made peace with the world, apologized to old enemies, changed his ways, yadda, yadda. Then this divine chick comes around and says "sorry pal not today" with her holier-than-thou attitude (it did not occur to him that she was indeed holier than he was). Then she did some creepy voodoo crap and now he felt so....empty.
He looked at himself in the mirror. In the last few weeks he had begun to resemble a cancer patient, and he'd barely been able to move, but this morning when he woke up it was like he'd never begun to fade in the first place. Hell he looked like he was ready to be an empire again!
But inside things were different. He had always taken for granted that he would be connected to his people, but now he understood. They weren’t Prussian anymore. They were German. History would say that it was just a change of name, and the unification did not destroy Prussia. But since when did the humans ever get history right?
He sighed, there was nothing to do but put on a brave face and pretend things were back to—ding dong
Now who could that be?
He opened the door to a green-eyed brunette. Almost instantly her arms were wrapped around his neck. He felt something on his shoulder, were those tears?! “L-Liz! What’s gotten into you?!”
She looked up at him, those lovely green eyes glossy with tears, making them sparkle like real emeralds,
“You’re supposed to be dead! You idiot! How can you be alive?!”
“Gee…” He stepped away, “Sorry to let you down there.” He crossed his arms. He had never seen her cry, and now she was upset because he was alive? Well that’s just great.
She laughed smiling “Th-that’s not what I meant, I’m so happy you’re alive, you have no idea Gil!” She hugged him again.
“You know Mangary, you’re acting more and more like a girl by the day.” He was glad her face was pressed into his shoulder because she couldn’t see him blushing. She was hugging him like she was scared he’d vanish, and who knows, maybe he would.
“Well it’s a good thing I am a girl then isn’t it?” She growled.
“I’m still not convinced,” He smirked, “Maybe you should let me touch your ti—”
And then she punched him.
“Ow! I thought you were happy to see me!”
“Not anymore,” She frowned, taking on her usual critical expression. Thank goodness she was back to normal, “Now invite me in moron.”
“Would you like to come in, mang—ow! Ow! Ow! Not the face!”
The two were soon interrupted by a lanky blonde teenager entering the room. Elizaveta quickly released her childhood friend (punching bag), to run over and embrace the boy. “Oh look you grew!” She grinned. The boy, who was not used to this kind of affection, blushed and hugged back. She smiled and remarked how he’d gotten taller than her now. This only made him blush more.
“Yeah, yeah,” Gilbert growled after a while, “Shouldn’t you be heading home, Mangary?”
She let the insult slide for once, “How rude!”
“Bruder,” Ludwig almost pouted, “Let her stay, please?” that boy! He was being more and more manipulative each day.
“Alright! fine! But this is only for you, West!” He was lying, he never wanted her to leave. Rather he wanted to bury his face in that soft dark hair, stare into those big green eyes, taste her creamy tan skin….Damn! Snap out of it Gil!
He was really thankful that she had come. It only took a few moments for him to almost forget the ache in his chest. How he had missed her. She’d visited a couple times while he was fading, but he’d told her not to come back. She looked really hurt when he said that, but he wasn’t going to let her see him like that. For the first time he felt better about being alive.
Next time, I won’t let her leave, he thought as she played some strange game with his brother. He loved them both so much; it was amazing how well they’d gotten along. Then again, Liz managed to get along with most people, especially children—for west was a child when they met—because of her bright smile and motherly demeanor. Plus when she came around she was mostly the one that cooked and cleaned. She was almost like a mother, or at least a big sister, to that kid now. Gil wondered if the kid didn’t have a crush on her too, what with the way his eyes wandered to her chest, waist, hips, and legs every time she wasn’t looking. Gilbert tried—unsuccessfully—to stop himself from doing the same.
Finally it was night time, and Ludwig was sent to bed. The two old friends were left to themselves. Liz looked especially beautiful in the moonlight, her body swaying just a little bit from the alcohol. She was a strange one when it came to drinking. If you got a little bit of alcohol into her, she softened and became the cuddly, feminine angel that she hated, and this effect increased until bam! She turned into the warrior, badass man that she tried to suppress, often spitting, cursing, and getting into fights with men twice her size…and winning. Now she’d only had just enough to be tipsy. The result was that she was curled up into his side, her arms affectionately draped on his shoulders.
“So what’s new with you?” He said taking a gulp of beer. God he could feel her chest pressed up against him and her breath tickled his neck. It took all his will power not to lean into her touch, to just pretend he didn’t care. Somehow it was even more precious to him now, as if she could keep away the emptiness.
“I’m getting married,” She giggled.
What?
What?
WHAT?!
“Th-that’s nice,” He pulled away from her and stood up. She looked up at him questioningly, “Who’s the lucky guy?” Not specs, not specs, not specs, not—
“Mr. Austria,” She beamed.
VERDAMNIT!
“Ah..um…excuse me…” He went outside. She had looked confused, but he didn’t notice that as he bolted down the street. It felt good to run again. He finally stopped by a building, where the hell was he? It suddenly didn’t matter as he went into a back alley to vomit.
“Damn it Liz!” He held his chest and let tears flow down his cheeks. Why did this hurt so much? It almost hurt more than when he severed ties with his nation. “With that guy…”
If she had fallen in love with someone, someone who truly cared about her, someone who would take care of her, someone who deserved her, he’d like to think that he would have supported her. But that bastard Austria?! That guy wasn’t capable of loving her! He only wanted her because she was the only one in his empire who would stay! Damn it! Why him?!
He leaned against the wall of the building. He thought he felt a hand around his shoulder, but later he wouldn’t be sure.* Why couldn’t he just have died? Even hell would be better than this...
Pairings: mentions of Austria x Hungary and Germany x Italy but mostly Prussia x hungary
Rating: T to be safe
Genre: Romance/angst/drama
Summary: Prussia isn't allowed to die. Instead he is made to wander the earth as
an imortal without a nation. His guardian angel isn't seeming to be
much use either, seeing as how she'd rather be out claiming more souls.
Warnings: Character death, guess who.
Notes: I actually stole a lot of plot ideas from an rp i did with the same friend who gave me the prompt, for sour kisses...though none of those ideas are in this chapter so you guys probably don't care.
Chapter one
Gilbert had been ready to die. He had made peace with the world, apologized to old enemies, changed his ways, yadda, yadda. Then this divine chick comes around and says "sorry pal not today" with her holier-than-thou attitude (it did not occur to him that she was indeed holier than he was). Then she did some creepy voodoo crap and now he felt so....empty.
He looked at himself in the mirror. In the last few weeks he had begun to resemble a cancer patient, and he'd barely been able to move, but this morning when he woke up it was like he'd never begun to fade in the first place. Hell he looked like he was ready to be an empire again!
But inside things were different. He had always taken for granted that he would be connected to his people, but now he understood. They weren’t Prussian anymore. They were German. History would say that it was just a change of name, and the unification did not destroy Prussia. But since when did the humans ever get history right?
He sighed, there was nothing to do but put on a brave face and pretend things were back to—ding dong
Now who could that be?
He opened the door to a green-eyed brunette. Almost instantly her arms were wrapped around his neck. He felt something on his shoulder, were those tears?! “L-Liz! What’s gotten into you?!”
She looked up at him, those lovely green eyes glossy with tears, making them sparkle like real emeralds,
“You’re supposed to be dead! You idiot! How can you be alive?!”
“Gee…” He stepped away, “Sorry to let you down there.” He crossed his arms. He had never seen her cry, and now she was upset because he was alive? Well that’s just great.
She laughed smiling “Th-that’s not what I meant, I’m so happy you’re alive, you have no idea Gil!” She hugged him again.
“You know Mangary, you’re acting more and more like a girl by the day.” He was glad her face was pressed into his shoulder because she couldn’t see him blushing. She was hugging him like she was scared he’d vanish, and who knows, maybe he would.
“Well it’s a good thing I am a girl then isn’t it?” She growled.
“I’m still not convinced,” He smirked, “Maybe you should let me touch your ti—”
And then she punched him.
“Ow! I thought you were happy to see me!”
“Not anymore,” She frowned, taking on her usual critical expression. Thank goodness she was back to normal, “Now invite me in moron.”
“Would you like to come in, mang—ow! Ow! Ow! Not the face!”
The two were soon interrupted by a lanky blonde teenager entering the room. Elizaveta quickly released her childhood friend (punching bag), to run over and embrace the boy. “Oh look you grew!” She grinned. The boy, who was not used to this kind of affection, blushed and hugged back. She smiled and remarked how he’d gotten taller than her now. This only made him blush more.
“Yeah, yeah,” Gilbert growled after a while, “Shouldn’t you be heading home, Mangary?”
She let the insult slide for once, “How rude!”
“Bruder,” Ludwig almost pouted, “Let her stay, please?” that boy! He was being more and more manipulative each day.
“Alright! fine! But this is only for you, West!” He was lying, he never wanted her to leave. Rather he wanted to bury his face in that soft dark hair, stare into those big green eyes, taste her creamy tan skin….Damn! Snap out of it Gil!
He was really thankful that she had come. It only took a few moments for him to almost forget the ache in his chest. How he had missed her. She’d visited a couple times while he was fading, but he’d told her not to come back. She looked really hurt when he said that, but he wasn’t going to let her see him like that. For the first time he felt better about being alive.
Next time, I won’t let her leave, he thought as she played some strange game with his brother. He loved them both so much; it was amazing how well they’d gotten along. Then again, Liz managed to get along with most people, especially children—for west was a child when they met—because of her bright smile and motherly demeanor. Plus when she came around she was mostly the one that cooked and cleaned. She was almost like a mother, or at least a big sister, to that kid now. Gil wondered if the kid didn’t have a crush on her too, what with the way his eyes wandered to her chest, waist, hips, and legs every time she wasn’t looking. Gilbert tried—unsuccessfully—to stop himself from doing the same.
Finally it was night time, and Ludwig was sent to bed. The two old friends were left to themselves. Liz looked especially beautiful in the moonlight, her body swaying just a little bit from the alcohol. She was a strange one when it came to drinking. If you got a little bit of alcohol into her, she softened and became the cuddly, feminine angel that she hated, and this effect increased until bam! She turned into the warrior, badass man that she tried to suppress, often spitting, cursing, and getting into fights with men twice her size…and winning. Now she’d only had just enough to be tipsy. The result was that she was curled up into his side, her arms affectionately draped on his shoulders.
“So what’s new with you?” He said taking a gulp of beer. God he could feel her chest pressed up against him and her breath tickled his neck. It took all his will power not to lean into her touch, to just pretend he didn’t care. Somehow it was even more precious to him now, as if she could keep away the emptiness.
“I’m getting married,” She giggled.
What?
What?
WHAT?!
“Th-that’s nice,” He pulled away from her and stood up. She looked up at him questioningly, “Who’s the lucky guy?” Not specs, not specs, not specs, not—
“Mr. Austria,” She beamed.
VERDAMNIT!
“Ah..um…excuse me…” He went outside. She had looked confused, but he didn’t notice that as he bolted down the street. It felt good to run again. He finally stopped by a building, where the hell was he? It suddenly didn’t matter as he went into a back alley to vomit.
“Damn it Liz!” He held his chest and let tears flow down his cheeks. Why did this hurt so much? It almost hurt more than when he severed ties with his nation. “With that guy…”
If she had fallen in love with someone, someone who truly cared about her, someone who would take care of her, someone who deserved her, he’d like to think that he would have supported her. But that bastard Austria?! That guy wasn’t capable of loving her! He only wanted her because she was the only one in his empire who would stay! Damn it! Why him?!
He leaned against the wall of the building. He thought he felt a hand around his shoulder, but later he wouldn’t be sure.* Why couldn’t he just have died? Even hell would be better than this...