Well, I don't think it's that good. But, I a lot of my friends say it is. Hope you all like it. Let me know your opinions. Gladly accept both bad and good. ^^
"Oh my God! I hate you Ludwig, you and your little whore, Feliciano!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. My flailing fists slammed down on his desk. I wish it was enough power to break it. The noise gave him quite a fright. The blonde hair, blue windowed male hung his head in defeat. His gloved thumbs twitted in anxiety. Parting his lips, his words came out stuttered covered in a deep, thick, masculine German accent.
"I… I didn't know it would affect you like this, Emily," He slowly lifted his head to stare into my furious crystal blue windows. "But… I-I really do love you and h-..." The sentence was cut short by an open hand hitting the side of his face. My palm print, in red, embedded on that left cheek. His hand shakingly pressed against his cheek, then grimaced from the stinging sensation. Ludwig's body stiffened as to charge but relaxed under his circumstances.
It charged my emotions to see the man I love unable to give me the answer I desired. Choking back sobs, my voice shaky and cracking; I found my voice.
"W-Why? I was there for you. We were preparing our life together. I am carrying your fucking child for Christ's sake!"
His head slowly lifted those pale blue windows that I deeply adore. Sharper than Belarus's knives, they pierced through my body. My legs became knock-kneed, but I used my hero power to stand tall and proud. His hand reached out to me. Oh, the hand that would caress my cheek to my side to my inner thigh was reaching out to me in desperation. It took me to find the deepest part of my soul to smack that hand away, for I was never able to resist him. The country I once knew and loved was on the brink of an emotional breakdown.
"No!" I screamed, my face contorted in anger and sorrow. "Don't. You. Touch. Me."
He obeyed and slowly retreated into his chair.
"I should say I was carrying your child…" scoffing softly.
He shot up bringing his newly curled fists down on that innocent maple desk. The fury began to build; it was too visible in his eyes.
"You will take my unborn child away without even conversing with me, Emily?"
"Yes Ludwig I would! You slept with Italy without consulting me? You did not think about until afterwards! After I found you and him entangled in embraces, what makes you think you still have that right?"
"I am its father and I am your fiancée, Emily. I will always have the right to decide wither it lives or not!"
"LIES! You are a deceitful, untrustworthy, and unfaithful. Who knows when you will turn your back against Feliciano?" Knowing I had overstepped my boundaries, I did not care. What I truly felt from the bottom of my being was heard.
His eye dictated that his fury had reached its peak. There was a long pause before the German male flew back his chair, stomped over towards me, and caught my wrists in his gloved hands. My feet raced backwards to not trip over themselves as he pushed my back into a wall of his office. The sobs that I bravely held in were stampeding out of my blue windows. My shoulder length blonde hair fell out of its place and into my face. He shook me by my wrists, practically screaming even though we were inches apart.
"Take it back! I want you to take it back! He is not a whore." He continuously yelled while shaking me violently. Tears streamed rapidly out of the both of us. The same color eyes and classified hair in a frantic state of mine. I sniffled shaking my head.
I collapsed into more sobs, unable to do anything but slowly slide to the floor and curl up into a ball. He sunk with me, pulling to my arms that I called my safe haven. And, that hand caressed my back.
Oh, How I wish this was a dream. I've been wishing this was nothing more than a dream since Tuesday. It was now Friday. I longed for this nightmare to end so I could see Ludwig's small grin every time I made his breakfast. I yearned for him to tell me 'I love you' in that voice. I prayed for it to be another afternoon watching Germany and England and Russia compete for my attention. And day after day, after each failure attempt, Germany would always win, carry me away, and we would make hot, passionate love to each other in his office.
My face buried deep within his chest. Oh, how I hated him for making me love and yearn for him in this situation. My nostrils were filled with his familiar scent, cologne beer, and the scent of wurst.
And that hand, oh that sneaky hand, trailed up my side and grabbed hold of my chin tilting it erect. I adverted looking through those windows of pain, sorrow, and confusion. Then, that all too familiar heat creped upon my cheeks and rushed throughout my entire body. The man I despised yet loved was making me blush.
"Curse your hands." I mumbled trying to escape the grasp. Though it was loose, I did not have the strength or willpower to leave his gentle embrace. He leaned forward pressing those tantalizing lips upon my forehead. I cowered underneath his height. He enjoyed rendering me paralyzed, that bastard. I would kill him… He pulled me by my chin into him, crushing his lips against mine.
Dumbfounded, I sat there clasping my hands in front of my chest. Those hands griped my lower back and turned on my autopilot. Though I think I did not, I believe it was my own will being spiteful. My arms entangled around his shoulders, sharing body heat only through lips and tongues. Soon, his excitement made him travel south to the softer part of my collar bone. The bastard decided to take the best pleasure route for my body and his ears. Trying to contain my low squeals and sensual gasps, I found some power to speak.
"C-Curse you… L-Ludwig please stop."
"Nein, Ich liebe dich." His tongue flickered underneath my ear. And that hand, that sent chills throughout my spine, slid up my side and gripped my breast. Soon, the warm fuzziness disappeared. I was able to get my inner hero-ness back. I slowly lid my hand down to his chest and gripped it. Ludwig's head trailed up to kiss me again as I pushed him with all my might away from me. His feet upraise from the ground; his whole body jerked back as his intentions were to go forward. With a loud THRASH!, Ludwig, belly up, was slammed down onto his desk. His pride looked like his desk at that moment, jaggered, and broken, shattered, scattered. But it didn't feel like it was enough. Glancing down at my hands, a small smirk formed over my pink lip glossed lips.
"Here," I pulled the ring off of my ring finger tossing it at him. Those pale blue windows pleaded with me, but I was strong. Kicking my heel back, I spun, chuckling, heading towards the door. I guess he attempted to get up to stop me but stopped. Slamming the door behind me, I gathered my things and called a cab for the airport. I ran into Feliciano on my way out. He seemed to cower away as I lifted my hand. But, I only patted his back and smiled.
"He's all yours now. I- We," I patted my stomach and grinned brighter. "are going to Iggy's house. I hope you two will have a nice life together."
He stared blankly at me as I walked away holding my head higher.
After that I practically ran off of the grounds, smiling and panting with joy and pride. For I knew, the first breath I took was the first breath of freedom!
"Emily fucking Freedom Jones is back on the scene. My heroine-ness will never be contained!" I yelled, throwing my fist in my air.