"Hmmp" sighed the tall blond. He leaned back on the dark brown leather seat. It was getting unbearably hot in the cramped train compartment. Sweat was forming were his thighs meet the leather, making it harder and harder to sit up straight without sliding down the seat. He hated this trip.
"It's just a meeting, nothing more nothing less. But I can't help but feel….. I mean it's just a little meeting between our bosses. I might not even see him. Really I hope not to see that bastered. Everytime I go over there I end up getting dragged through all the tourists traps. It's the same everytime I get a new boss. They always have to go see the neighbors and guarantee a peaceful friendship, then they laugh, dance, and do other merriments in the wine vineyards, while I have to make awkward, strained conversation with that self absorbed-" Ludwig stopped his thoughts at the sight of himself in the windows reflection; eyebrows furrowed and a blood vain becoming increasingly noticeable on his forehead.
"Beruhige dich" he thought as he closed his eyes. "I must not let that man get at me, not again…"
The train came to a grinding halt at the station. Ludwig remained seated and allowed the other passengers to vacate before standing and retrieving his companions and his overnight luggage from the rack above him. Black loafers made light tapping as he ventured down the metal isle to the opened door on the left side. He stepped down and squinted at the sun rays breaking threw his aviator glasses. "So hot" he said under his breath. To the right of him a man was shouting and waving; the chauffeur was urging Ludwig over to the car. With his help they piled the bags into the trunk and set off. It wouldn't be a long trip by car now. Ludwig could see the eagerness on his companies face. For twenty minutes they kept chattering away about the schedule, how nice the weather was, and of course constant reassurance that there appearance was top notch.
"We are going to the fashion capital of the world my friend, do you think this was appropriate to wear?" asked Ludwig's boss. Naturally the answer was one he gave many times before on this trip. It was always the same reassurance but to different faces. The boss beamed with pleasure and smoothed the wrinkles from his shirt as he spoke; "I thought that you have had more practice at this than I, and expected to see you polish yourself up for the occasion." The sourness in his voice made Ludwig's stomach tighten. He panicked inside and looked down at himself; black loafers, black socks, khaki shorts looped threw a black belt, and a black button down shirt. Comfortable. Practical. Something he would have picked out to any summer outing. But no, this one was different. He wasn't taking a stroll to Roderich's house. He was going to a meeting and representing his country. He knew this of course. He spent the night before pacing back and forth in his room, tearing apart his closet to piece an outfit together. He did not want to be to 'out there' and finally decided to dress for the upcoming weather. Sure France was one big fashion show but haven't the people gotten used to him enough to let himself settle into what makes him at ease? He looked up and saw the glare from his boss and the ringing silence from the other companions. He had to think of something, fast. He decided to play his brother and bullshit his way through this.
"Well I believe the season's new trend is casual chic." Ludwig offered with a cool relaxed tone that did not mimic the on edge feeling in his muscles. It must have been good enough for the boss's face lightened once more and he turned to his secretary to resume their conversation. "Thank Gott" breathed the blond, "all thows late night games of Bullshit with brother and his drinking buddies paid off." He allowed himself to relax and he drifted his attention to the rolling by scenery. The trees were a stunning neon green in the suns veil. He watched as they passed by and the car rocked and giggled on the road. The green started to blur with the blue. Ludwig fought to keep his eyes open but they wear heavy dragging down over his eyes. He remembered he was wearing his aviator glasses and decided to allow himself to sneak a few winks before they arrived at the destination.
The week's activities came drifting into his mind. Being mixed and swirled each lingering, waiting for its chance to be brought to the forefront of his mind's eye. He was haunted again by the talk in the car. It smelled like light sweat and female perfume. He felt the tightening in his stomach as he waited for the voice to assault his ears once more. To tell him the outfit he painstakingly put together was terrible that it wasn't fit to wear in France, which could possible mean that …he does not like it.
Fires took a light in his chest, searing him to the core. What are the chances that Francis will like it…
Doubt was drying out his throat, slowly choking him. "How can I ever get him to notice me if I can't even make myself look like I'm into one of his favorite pastimes? "
Pain was sending waves threw his body with each unanswered question. But in their place came a deep rich chuckle. Ludwig's stomach tighten again at the ghost laugh. He was whisked backwards into a deeper darkness. He forced his eyes tight together and braced himself for the falling feeling that would jerk him awake. Instead there was a loud thump as his feet banged against something hard and cold. He flung open his eyes and was taken aback at what he saw.
He saw the windows in front of him blowing light blue curtains softly. He was in his room. He reached up to his face to attempt to rub away the mirage. *clink* Ludwig slowly retracted his arm to see a glint of silver shining in the moon light. He stumbled backward and bashed into his night stand. He slumped over with his hands on his knees catching his breath. *clink**clink* The chains moved snake like wiggling back and forth before snapping taught. Ludwig squatted there straining into the darkness past the other end of his shackles. The darkness offered no glimpse into itself but allowed a sigh to escape. Its sound was playful and danced its way across the room to the german. Ludwig opened his mouth bared his teeth and spit out as low and hoarse as he could: "Was willst du noch von mir?"
The voice came drifting back again seductive melting like caramelized sugar "Blaue augen, blondes haar
samt und seidig wunderbar, luxuskörper, hart gestählt, mit dem eisen durchgequält."
Ludwig sat there as the words lapped at his ear. His heart speed up. Blood pumped fast in his veins his face became flush. He widened his blue eyes and muttered to himself "Nein." He stained in the darkness.
"Nein." he repeated, to reassure himself. No this wasn't happening, it is all a dream. Ludwig became dizzy and felt trapped. Angrily he yelled into the darkness "Nicht wieder!"
"Ohohohoho! Hier kommt die supermodel kraftmaschine, hirnruine mit p-a-s-s-i-o-n!"
Translations and A/N:
Beruhige dich- Calm down
Was willst du noch von mir?- What do you want from me?
Blaue augen, blondes haar samt und seidig wunderbar- Blue eyes, blond hair
Velvety and silky, wonderful
luxuskörper, hart gestählt, mit dem eisen durchgequält- Luscious body, hard-toned
tormented by the iron
Nicht wieder- Not again
Hier kommt die supermodel kraftmaschine- Here comes the supermodel power-engine
hirnruine mit p-a-s-s-i-o-n-Mind a ruin with p-a-s-s-i-o-n
Please forgive my bad grammar/spelling/and English. orz
I hope you enjoyed chapter 1. This was my first time writing, please tell me what you think. ^_^