Hello *waves* I have returned! I only like Austria-Hungary fics if both are genderbent, but I can't find any. So I decided to make one. I own and regret nothing.
Rebecca sighed. The view from the castle window was pretty, but all too familiar. She had never been outside the castle walls and rarely let out of her own room. The door opened quietly. She turned and placed her hands in her lap demurely.
The butler had brought her supper. He set the tray down on a side table with practiced ease and bowed. "Your dinner, Princess." Rebecca gave a small smile. "Thank you. You are dismissed." Arthur smiled back and backed out of the room. Rebecca stood and walked over to her precious piano.
She played Beethoven's Symphony 5:1, The Marriage of Figaro Overture, and Solomon: Arrival of the Queen of Sheba before she felt really hungry.
She ate the food without tasting (Francis the chef would not approve) and prepared for bed. Brushing her brown hair with long strokes, she looked in the mirror.
There was a petite, pale girl, with large purple eyes, long brown hair, and silver-wire glasses. She quickly changed out of her orchid colored afternoon dress into anightgown. Princess Rebecca slowly drifted off to sleep.
TIME LAPSE
"Elijah? Oh ELIIIIJAH?" Green eyes snapped open. "What?" A very annoying albino grinned down. "You look sooooo un-awesome when you're sleeping." Elijah sighed.
This was normal. Gilbert was the most egotistical bastard...but they were still friends. The brunette shook his head slowly. Gilbert cocked his head to the side.
"What's the matter, oh unawesome one?" Elijah sighed and shook his head. "You wouldn't understand, you sworn bachelor you." Gilbert laughed. "Kesesesese. So you finally feel the fatherly urge?"
Elijah looked up. "The what?" Gilbert sighed, as if talking to an imbecile. "Every time I get a good hunting partner, they decide 'Oh my. I feel I need to get married and have a family. Let me abandon mein awesome friend and go find a woman.' Every. Fucking. Time."
Elijah winced at the language. "Aye, Gilbert. Language, please. But, I do feel like I need something to... to take care of. I'm sure you've had that feeling, right?"
Gilbert eyed the other man suspiciously. "Can I trust you?" Elijah raised an eyebrow. "Sure. What's so important?"
Gilbert sighed and looked away. "Well...there was a girl. She lived in our village. She was pretty and the right combination of fiery and demure. And awesome. Did I say awesome?" Elijah shook her head. "Well, she was awesome. And we... we had a little thing going, but her family...left. The whole damn lot of them became servants in the palace. I never saw her again..." The distant look was unfamiliar in his ruby eyes.
Elijah uncomfortably patted his back. "See? You're not the only one. I have an idea. We will go to the capital and look for your lady. Maybe I'll find one in the meantime. Hopefully she wants kids..." Gilbert looked at Elijah.
"You would travel to that bat-shit crazy capital for me? And for Madeline?" Elijah smiled. "Hell yes."
Gilbert jumped to his feet. "What in the name of the awesome me are we waiting for. ALLONS-Y!"
Elijah raised an eyebrow. "French? Really?"
Gilbert glanced back. "I have my friends you know..."
OK! First attempt at humor. Reviews are loved but flames will be used to toast marshmallows. HOORAY FOR S'MORES! Adios...