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blood_winged) wrote2009-12-22 05:49 am
blood_winged) wrote2009-12-22 05:49 am
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Advent Prompt #14
Title: Prompt #14
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing(s): PrussiaxCanada
Rating: U
Warnings: None
Summary: Shortfic. Fluffy Christmas theme. Gilbert isn't really looking forward to Christmas.
Prompt: Link
Prompts List
Thus, when Matthew had arrived home after spending a weekend away to find the man lying on the couch with the look of someone who had not moved for several days, he was immediately concerned. Silently, he crossed the room and crouched, waving his hand in front of Gilbert’s dark eyes. The Prussian’s gaze slowly slid over to him, and the light of recognition that Matthew so loved to see sparked there. He smiled.
“Hey, Mattie-boy, you’re back,” he said, sitting up slowly and awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head and scuffing his platinum blonde hair. “I missed you.”
“Oh...” Matthew’s blush was one of pleasure at the thought of being missed, and he found himself drawn into a tight hug which he eagerly returned. One of the things which had first drawn him to this man had been his uncanny ability to remember Matthew’s name, the country he represented, and even his birthday. When his country had been dissolved, Matthew had been the one who had begged Ludwig to allow his brother to stay, rather than letting him disappear, and when Ludwig had finally tired of his brother’s antics and constant Austria-bothering, Matthew had been the one who had taken him in. Still, with only a small township in Ontario to his name, Gilbert had been looking rather the worse for wear of late and Matthew was sure that it wasn’t a good sign.
“Have you been well?” he asked as he drew back and moved to perch beside the other man, pushing him down gently. Gilbert rested his head in Matthew’s lap and gave a small shrug.
“Well enough, yes...”
“It’s almost Christmas.”
“I know.”
If Matthew had expected an enthusiastic response to that, he didn’t get it. He grasped one of Gilbert’s slim hands and squeezed lightly, stroking the near-white strands of hair out of his face. Perhaps Matthew had been spending too much time with Alfred – expecting people to be excited about Christmas was almost ingrained into his psyche, yet still, it surprised him that all he got from someone like Gilbert was a cursory acknowledgement of the date.
“Is something wrong?” he asked softly. “You don’t like Christmas?”
“I used to.” The Prussian rolled onto his side and turned his face against Matthew’s stomach, prompting the smaller man to drape his arms around him and to almost cuddle him, still stroking one hand through his hair. “But it’s supposed to be about family, and I don’t have any family now. I don’t have anyone.”
“You have me,” was the quiet response. He saw Gilbert become very still, his eyes open but fixed on the fabric of Matthew’s sweater, the only sign of life being the faint rise and fall of his chest and the gentle squeeze that was applied to the Canadian’s fingers. “But I suppose, if that’s how you feel, then you won’t want the presents that I bought for you.”
“Presents?” Gilbert half sat up, propping himself awkwardly up on one elbow and looking at his companion, who gave a sly smile. “You got me presents?”
“Of course I did.”
“But...” Suddenly he looked guilty, and he moved to sit up properly, glancing at the bag that Matthew had placed by the door on his way in. Through the semi-transparent plastic he could make out the tell-tale Christmas wrapping paper. “I didn’t get you anything.”
“That’s alright,” said Matthew cheerfully, planting a gentle kiss on the Prussian’s forehead. “I don’t mind. Some in there are from me, and there’s one off Alfred and Arthur, too. Do you want them or not?”
“I...” He looked up at Matthew’s eager, kind face, his soft violet eyes and patient expression, the tiny curve of his lips that was almost a smile, and he sighed, putting his arms around the Canadian and giving him a little squeeze. “Of course I do.”
“Great!” Matthew hopped up and crossed the room, bringing the bag over and dumping it on the couch, leaving Gilbert to pick through and slowly begin to smile at the amount of gifts. The sound of something large being moved and some amount of huffing and puffing announced the arrival of a rather well-sized tree into the room, carried solely by Matthew. Gilbert, too bewildered and astonished by this display of strength to do anything but stare, watched as the tree was carried in and placed by the window, reaching some feet above Matthew’s head.
“How did you...?” he began, and Matthew paused from his admiring of the tree to laugh at the confusion on his face.
“I’m quite possibly as strong as my brother,” he replied. “Just because I don’t show off my strength, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.”
“Ah...”
“Come and help me decorate!”
Before Gilbert could reply, a bundle of tinsel was thrown at him, hitting him in the face, and he sputtered, casting a glare that was only half meant at the Canadian, who was standing with his hand pressed over his mouth to stifle his giggles. With a battle-cry of ‘right, then!’, Gilbert vaulted over the back of the couch and chased Matthew around the room, both of them laughing, until finally he caught him and wrapped the tinsel around him, pinning his arms to his sides.
“I got you,” he murmured, pulling the now blushing man close to him.
“Yeah, you got me... Now what are you going to do with me?”
“That all depends,” Gilbert responded lowly. “Have you been a very good boy this year, Matthew Williams?”
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing(s): PrussiaxCanada
Rating: U
Warnings: None
Summary: Shortfic. Fluffy Christmas theme. Gilbert isn't really looking forward to Christmas.
Prompt: Link
Prompts List
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Matthew couldn’t ever remember seeing Gilbert so depressed. He had taken the man into his home a little under a year ago, after Ludwig had finally had enough and kicked him out, and in all that time, the Prussian had given off the air of someone who didn’t care for what others thought of him, and he was certainly not the type of person to get upset about anything (even the things that he should have been upset about). Thus, when Matthew had arrived home after spending a weekend away to find the man lying on the couch with the look of someone who had not moved for several days, he was immediately concerned. Silently, he crossed the room and crouched, waving his hand in front of Gilbert’s dark eyes. The Prussian’s gaze slowly slid over to him, and the light of recognition that Matthew so loved to see sparked there. He smiled.
“Hey, Mattie-boy, you’re back,” he said, sitting up slowly and awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head and scuffing his platinum blonde hair. “I missed you.”
“Oh...” Matthew’s blush was one of pleasure at the thought of being missed, and he found himself drawn into a tight hug which he eagerly returned. One of the things which had first drawn him to this man had been his uncanny ability to remember Matthew’s name, the country he represented, and even his birthday. When his country had been dissolved, Matthew had been the one who had begged Ludwig to allow his brother to stay, rather than letting him disappear, and when Ludwig had finally tired of his brother’s antics and constant Austria-bothering, Matthew had been the one who had taken him in. Still, with only a small township in Ontario to his name, Gilbert had been looking rather the worse for wear of late and Matthew was sure that it wasn’t a good sign.
“Have you been well?” he asked as he drew back and moved to perch beside the other man, pushing him down gently. Gilbert rested his head in Matthew’s lap and gave a small shrug.
“Well enough, yes...”
“It’s almost Christmas.”
“I know.”
If Matthew had expected an enthusiastic response to that, he didn’t get it. He grasped one of Gilbert’s slim hands and squeezed lightly, stroking the near-white strands of hair out of his face. Perhaps Matthew had been spending too much time with Alfred – expecting people to be excited about Christmas was almost ingrained into his psyche, yet still, it surprised him that all he got from someone like Gilbert was a cursory acknowledgement of the date.
“Is something wrong?” he asked softly. “You don’t like Christmas?”
“I used to.” The Prussian rolled onto his side and turned his face against Matthew’s stomach, prompting the smaller man to drape his arms around him and to almost cuddle him, still stroking one hand through his hair. “But it’s supposed to be about family, and I don’t have any family now. I don’t have anyone.”
“You have me,” was the quiet response. He saw Gilbert become very still, his eyes open but fixed on the fabric of Matthew’s sweater, the only sign of life being the faint rise and fall of his chest and the gentle squeeze that was applied to the Canadian’s fingers. “But I suppose, if that’s how you feel, then you won’t want the presents that I bought for you.”
“Presents?” Gilbert half sat up, propping himself awkwardly up on one elbow and looking at his companion, who gave a sly smile. “You got me presents?”
“Of course I did.”
“But...” Suddenly he looked guilty, and he moved to sit up properly, glancing at the bag that Matthew had placed by the door on his way in. Through the semi-transparent plastic he could make out the tell-tale Christmas wrapping paper. “I didn’t get you anything.”
“That’s alright,” said Matthew cheerfully, planting a gentle kiss on the Prussian’s forehead. “I don’t mind. Some in there are from me, and there’s one off Alfred and Arthur, too. Do you want them or not?”
“I...” He looked up at Matthew’s eager, kind face, his soft violet eyes and patient expression, the tiny curve of his lips that was almost a smile, and he sighed, putting his arms around the Canadian and giving him a little squeeze. “Of course I do.”
“Great!” Matthew hopped up and crossed the room, bringing the bag over and dumping it on the couch, leaving Gilbert to pick through and slowly begin to smile at the amount of gifts. The sound of something large being moved and some amount of huffing and puffing announced the arrival of a rather well-sized tree into the room, carried solely by Matthew. Gilbert, too bewildered and astonished by this display of strength to do anything but stare, watched as the tree was carried in and placed by the window, reaching some feet above Matthew’s head.
“How did you...?” he began, and Matthew paused from his admiring of the tree to laugh at the confusion on his face.
“I’m quite possibly as strong as my brother,” he replied. “Just because I don’t show off my strength, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.”
“Ah...”
“Come and help me decorate!”
Before Gilbert could reply, a bundle of tinsel was thrown at him, hitting him in the face, and he sputtered, casting a glare that was only half meant at the Canadian, who was standing with his hand pressed over his mouth to stifle his giggles. With a battle-cry of ‘right, then!’, Gilbert vaulted over the back of the couch and chased Matthew around the room, both of them laughing, until finally he caught him and wrapped the tinsel around him, pinning his arms to his sides.
“I got you,” he murmured, pulling the now blushing man close to him.
“Yeah, you got me... Now what are you going to do with me?”
“That all depends,” Gilbert responded lowly. “Have you been a very good boy this year, Matthew Williams?”
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This was adorable and whatnot and I loved it~ X3
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(And , yes, Canada has been a VERY good boy this year... Prussia should totally change that. Now.)
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<3333
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so it's good he has Matthew 8l<3
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But he has Matthew~ <33
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“I’m quite possibly as strong as my brother,” he replied. “Just because I don’t show off my strength, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.”
Also, this is part of my head-canon, as well~ 8D
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I love this ship! ♥ !!
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<333