Marquis de Sade – Austria/Roderich
Madeleine LeClerc- Hungary/ELizabeta
Abbé du Coulmier- Prussia/Gilbert
Dr. Royer-Collard – France/Francis
Madame LeClerc – Ukraine/Yekaterina
Bouchon – Turkey/Sadiq
Simone-Seychelles/Michelle
Prioux-Britain/Arthur
Charlotte-Belarus/Natalia
Anonymous Horse Rider- Romania
In the Napoleon era many aristocrats where being beheaded…
Roderich Edelstein sat in his rather large asylum room writing with his quill. Despite the years of hatred towards aristocrats Roderich had managed to remain well liked and was still provided a privileged life in his asylum bedroom. He had shelves that had many books, small little erotic statues, and a nice looking bed. Needless to say he was the most prestige patient the asylum had to offer….although a prison was still a prison no matter how luxurious. Aware of his restrictions to the outside world, the best way Roderich managed to keep himself "sane" was by writing erotic novels (since he had been denied his piano), which at the time was frowned upon.
Roderich had just finished writing his latest chapter and as he was reviewing it he heard a knock at the door and a female voice yelling "Linens!"
Roderich grinned, aware at whom it was and he chuckled when the girl whispered "It's me!"
Roderich was quick to the door and when the laundress opened the compartment of his door, she was quickly handed several sheets of paper.
She smiled "I shall have them printed immediately" she whispered and quickly hid the papers in her laundry basket.
She walked quickly and casually to a room which contained a woman who turned a giant container of chemicals which cleaned the dirty linens of the asylum patients. All her years of devotions had caused her to become blind.
"Hello mother!" said the girl happily switching the location of the papers to a different basket "I'm going to hang these to dry!" she said.
"Alright Eliza" said the old blind woman.
Eliza quickly trotted outside where more women hanged wet linens, she walked past them.
"Aren't you going to help?" piped a girl.
Eliza stopped momentarily but quickly continued on, her sense of adventure building up on her chest as she pressed the chapters to her chest.
She stopped at the gate where a man riding a horse soon showed up.
"This is the last chapter" she squealed in excitement as she handed him the papers.
The man smiled and accepted the paper. "I swear we can't print as fast as he writes" he stated.
"I'll go straight there, thank you for your contribution." He said and rode off.
"I'm so glad I'm learning how to read and write I can't wait to read his stories" she twirled around and headed back to the asylum.
Napoleon frowned as he threw a book on the ground.
"I want the Author shot!" he exclaimed a bit flustered over what he had just read.
"Your highness….think for second perhaps its best to not kill the man but…maybe have him fixed?" his advisor croaked.
"Killing a man for being mad is not right, he has no idea what he is doing." He finished.
Napoleon thought for a moment and then grinned maliciously.
"Send for Dr. Francis Bonnefoy!" he stated.
His advisor had a worried expression on his face but did as he was told.
"Dr. Bonnefoy will surely correct whatever that administrator is doing at the Charenton asylum!"
Dr. Francis Bonnefoy was a ruthless sadistic man who believed in torturing his patients to health or die trying.
"I'm proud of you Elizabeta, your reading and writing has improved immensely" smiled a platinum blonde haired man with crimson eyes; he was dressed like a pastor being incredibly religious..
Eliza blushed "Please Gilbert, call me Eliza. It'll make me happy" she said.
Gilbert blushed a bit and laughed "I want you happy" he said "Eliza, you're awesome and I don't say that to many people"
Internally Eliza was squealing and her heart was beating as fast as ever, not only because she had managed to learn how to read and write, or that she was taught by the handsome administrator of the asylum (whom she secretly loved), but because she would now be able to read Roderich's books.
Gilbert's attention went towards the gate, where he saw unexpected but clearly important visitors.
Gilbert stood up "I guess that's the end of today's lesson" he smiled at the girl.
She smiled back "Thank you" she said "As busy as you are you still took the time to do this for me" she blushed and he blushed as well.
He turned and walked towards the gate. Eliza just stared at his figure as he walked away from her, she sighed and walked towards the asylum.
"Hello, you're Monsieur Francis Bonnefoy correct?" he said recognizing the man, a bit of fear in his voice.
"Oui, you are correct. I've come to talk to you about a serious matter" he said "Let me in and we shall talk and while I am here I may as well evaluate you"
Gilbert gulped, he had nothing to hide but why did he feel afraid?
He opened the gate letting the blonde man in, Francis looked around his gaze screaming disapproval at everything he saw.
"I guess I'll show you inside." Murmured Gilbert.
"Very well" said Francis.
Gilbert scolded himself internally about disliking the man "We should love one another" he'd think. Yet no matter how hard he tried he could not manage to like the man, he kept it to himself.
"I'll go to confession after this" he decided.
Francis shook his head at everything he saw and was quick to recommend torture devices for methods, instead a flow of creativity that revolved around the arts.
Gilbert would always give him a wry smile and shake his head, but Francis being persistent managed to convince him to at least keep the devices.
"Now…about my reason for coming. I'm aware that you have a sir Roderich Edelstein housed here correct?"
Gilbert nodded "Oh yes…he is a unique patient and adores writing stories"
Francis raised an eyebrow "Are these stories published to the public?" he asked.
Gilbert shook his head and chuckled "No never" he said.
Unamused Francis slammed a book on the table, that depicted Roderich as it's author.
Gilbert gasped! This had been done behind his back!
"I assure you Monsieur I had-"
"You had no idea?" interjected Francis "How is it that all of France knew except you" he stated but he could not continue after being interrupted by church bells.
"Oh dear" he suddenly said pulling out a pocket watch and looking at the time.
He composed himself "I'm afraid I must leave you for today" he said suddenly walking towards the entrance Gilbert happily following him out. "I need to go pick up my bride, but fret not my young pastor I will be back tomorrow."
There went his happiness, but still he smiled and waved goodbye to the departing man.
"Good riddance" he said and went back to the asylum with the intention of speaking with some of patients and making sure they were happy, Roderich and get him to stop writing lewd things once and for all.
When Gilbert and Francis where touring the Asylum, Eliza went straight to go see Roderich with a proud smile on her face.
She knocked and opened the compartment to the door, where a white elegant hand grabbed her wrist.
She gasped trying to pull away.
"Nice for you to visit, I'm hungry." He said. Eliza freed her hand.
"Care to come in, I have something to show you" he coaxed her. She closed the compartment door.
She had keys to his cell, she thought about it for a few seconds and her sense of adventure kicked in.
She was quick and she unlocked the door and pushed her way in and closed it although not all the way.
"It's only going to be a quick visit" she thought. She turned to see no Roderich.
"Roderich?" she called quietly, walking around the large cell.
"He lives nicer than me" she whispered as she observed all the books he had. She blushed when she saw his small erotic statues; she being a virgin was greatly intrigued by what she saw. She needed to read his stories.
She looked around once more and did not see him "Roderich you move so fast" she said.
Suddenly two arms circled around her waist and she got pulled into a hug and lips were pressed on the back of her head gently.
Eliza blushed.
"Unfortunately Eliza I am very fast" he chuckled and let her go to see her beautiful face.
"So what did you want to show me?" she asked curiously.
Roderich let out a chuckle and sat down on a couch gesturing Eliza to sit next to him, and did as she was told.
He pulled out several sheets of paper from behind him "Here's my new story" he said excitedly and showed her. She was about to grab them when Roderich held it out of reach.
"Eh?" she said confused.
"I'm going to charge you this time" he stated
"What?" she said worried.
"One kiss per page" he grinned.
Eliza raised her eyebrows in shock but thought of an idea.
Alright she smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
Roderich looked disappointed and annoyed but handed her a page.
Elizabeta smiled to herself as she held the piece of paper and gave him another quick peck on the cheek. Reluctantly he handed her another sheet of paper.
"You think you're so clever don't you?" thought Roderich.
Eliza was about to give him another peck on the cheek when Roderich held her face with one hand and looked into her eyes.
Eliza blushed acknowledging that he was indeed handsome, Roderich was a young aristocrat.
He slowly leaned in and pressed his lips onto hers, at first it was a nice gentle sweet kiss, but Roderich became filled with lust and pushed his tongue into her mouth. He had wanted to do this for so long, but Eliza became uncomfortable she didn't like it but….at the same time she kind of did.
Gilbert was going down the hall which led to Roderich's room; he heard panting and became worried.
He was about to dash into the room to see what was going on when a patient who was holding a yellow bird approached him.
"Look what I found" he smiled at Gilbert.
"Yes that's very nice" said Gilbert trying to get to Roderich's room but the patient wouldn't let him wanting his attention on the bird.
At this point Elizabeta had several sheets of paper on her hand and Roderich was nibbling at her neck as the girl panted.
Five more pieces of paper to go, "This is a long story" whined Eliza.
"You're almost done" moaned Roderich.
"Here's a simple one" he said offering her a sheet of paper as bate "Just sit on my lap" he ordered
Elizabeta had an askew expression on her face, then frowned stuck her nose in the air as she did what she was told and snatched another sheet of paper
"Good" he nipped at her ear "Now" he whispered "I'll give you the rest of the papers all at once for one thing"
She looked at him "Hmm?" she said
"Your maidens-head" he moaned as he kissed her neck.