"Empire" Germancest WIP
The door creaks. Ludwig had finally arrived. Gilbert had been waiting for hours.
The albino turns to see his brother. Oh, his handsome little brother. Blue eyes, stern expression, slicked back blonde hair, and an admirable, strong body. That was Ludwig. That was his Ludwig.
Gilbert stands and goes to where Ludwig is. Because lately that is how things work: where Ludwig is, Gilbert goes. But that is understandable, Ludwig is the Prussian’s lifeline after all.
Tonight is one of those nights where Gilbert has little words to offer. Instead he expresses himself through his eyes, through his hands, through his touch. He grabs his brother’s face just after the German has put his briefcase down. He cups it between his hands, caresses each cheek with his thumbs. He looks at the German’s stern blue eyes, searching, telling, confessing, showing.
Ludwig doesn’t speak. He’s grown accustomed to the times his older brother prefers alternative forms of communication to speech. Instead, Ludwig looks too. To him Gilbert looks… tense. It seems to Ludwig that the albino’s frantic, electric, filled to the brim with some kind of energy, but his brother is concentrating on hiding all this array of chaos behind an iron mask.
Ludwig briefly wonders just what his brother is thinking, but it is a fleeting thought. The German nation knows just how well the Prussian can hide his thoughts and his intentions. If his older brother had something to say or something he needed, Ludwig knew he’d eventually say it. Otherwise, there was no telling with the former nation.
Gilbert must have found what he was looking for, because he leans in and kisses Ludwig. However, the blonde notices the kiss seems rushed, frantic. Has Gilbert found something, or has he only lost his patience and given up the search?
Anyway, the German responds. It is second nature. Action-reaction. If those pale lips were to come onto his, Ludwig would devour them in return. Ludwig saw their kisses as a venus fly trap of sorts. Only it worked both ways.
Gilbert’s hands move. One goes down to Ludwig’s hip, and the albino uses the position to make their bodies collide together. The other hand finds the back of Ludwig’s neck, and that hand is used to angle the blonde’s head.
Ludwig feels rather controlled, a puppet at the will of his master. He isn’t completely comfortable by this, but lets it remain so. He’d simply make sure the papers were inverted later on.
The German decides to at least let his wide, warm hands wander his brother’s back.
And oh, how Gilbert loves those hands. Wide, heavy, strong, and calloused by centuries of training. He loved every single finger, no matter how much his little brother complained of their uselessness for doing detailed labour. They may be inconvenient for delicate labour, but the albino wasn’t very fond of being handled delicately. So, Ludwig’s hands were simply perfect for what he liked.
And that’s it for now, folks! What do you guys think so far?
I’m also really exited for this little project because it’s the first time I’m writing about our favorite boys in their nation personas. I’ve always written AUs for the German bros. So yikes, let’s see how I do!
Oh, and “Empire” is the tentative (very tentative) title.
hilarious-hetalia asked: What if dinosaurs spoke German and we would nyoom know
Anonymous asked: Sorry if I'm being intrusive, but should I do a coloured version of the 'Regret Message' illustration...? Pen and ink can be quite boring and I was contemplating doing coloured versions of some works.
I think a coloured version would be great, but at the end of the day it’s up to you! ^^ I have yet to publish your most recent submission but I can either publish it or hold off until a new version comes in, it’s up to you :)