I think it's clear a bi-polar person wrote this...but I don't really feel like changing the mood of the writing. Ehh ^^; (its funny how you think I'm kidding)
I would also like to apologize for the shitty writing and editing this story has previously shown. I would like to up the quality of it now that I'm actually spending time on it. Sooo yeah, before I was writing this story and three others at the same time and then I had a bunch of drama with crazy family members and family members in hospitals and crazy family members with family members in hospitals(don't ask) and it was all rather ugly + school projects= no writing getting done. And then I was just lazy and didn't feel like writing and couldn't summon enough energy to care about this story. Now I have a huge burst of writing inspiration, but still have a lot of summer work to do. I will find time to write, ok? And I'd like to point out that(if you're still reading this) the only reason I haven't completely forgotten/abandoned this story is due to the amount of people who have been favoriting and adding it to their alert list (or whatever that's called). Thanks guys, you da best, therefore you get kudos and shout outs and I'll certainly be willing to listen to any suggestions you have for this story, or inspirations for other stories if you're too lazy to write it yourself.(I always say wouldn't if be great if there were more stories about_) I'll write those stories,cuz that's how I roll.
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Also a special shoutout for:
Yaoi4596-you've already been included on the list, but your flattery did not end there, you even added me to your fave author list -beams- and author subscription. You made my day! :)
RawrGodzirra: Thanks so much for your review! Usually I get back to reviewers directly through PM, but even if I did here's another shoutout. I didn't really fulfill the soon part, but here's more
some1: I'm glad you enjoy that Tino is a criminal, though I don't quite see where you're coming from with the role reversal. Thanks so much though, especially for taking time to review
UrsulaP: First, I want to thank you for defending my version of Tino from that other reviewer. Second, thank you for pointing out a favorite part, I do love both criticism and kudos.
Anony: While I thank you for pointing out flaws, and the first two chapters are certainly full of them (they are rather half-assed), I am a tad disappointed that you would judge so quickly, love. Anyway, you prove an interesting challenge and if you ever get around to seeing this story again in your anonymous state, I hope I will change your mind.
ALSO: please let me rant about this. If you know my other story Well Fuck: A Series of Shitty Events, you may or may not have noticed something. It's gone. Ffn was all "hey! That titles not rated g BAM we gon' take that bitch down!" So that's what they did. I can't repost it either because I have no other copy of it. If you're like me and you thought the regulations were self explanatory and didn't think that profanity in a title automatically made it" illegal" to post unless it was rated M (yes, I rated it T, but even then profanity in titles will result in the story being taken down) then heed this as a long winded warning, it will be removed. So even if your content is not M, but your title has profanity in it, just rate it M and be done with the issue. I understand that that little mistake was all on me, because I didn't read all of the rules and regulations, but I have to say...who is getting on that is under the age of say...13? I think 13 year olds these days can handle seeing profanity and not automatically start repeating it. Its this thing called self control, have some? Also did you know that ffn is called the internets largest porn site (in writing)? Fun fact that amused me on the bus the other day. So really ffn...what the fuck?
That was a long rant (please note the bolded=reader's digest version) now have a disclaimer, I do not own the characters or plot of axis powers hetalia, just the crummy plot of this story that exists for little more than my own amusement in math class, and for whatever kicks you little kiddies get out of it (but seriously if you are a little kiddy give your nerdy mom's/sibling's/babysitter's smartphone back to them).
Shocked mauve stared blankly at the neat handwritten calligraphy script, no longer taking in each precise loop and line, violet ink blurring as his intense gaze burnt holes in the paper.
Tino Väinämöinen,
As a fellow of similar status I humbly ask for your express permission to court you. I feel that such a union would be beneficial to the both of us and our empires.
Iskrenne*,
Ivan Braginsky
Short and rather un-sweet, indeed it accurately reflected the Russian man's personality.
...
"Feliks...when did this...arrive?" The question was merely inquisitive, with soft undercurrents of tightly contained fury.
"Like, an hour ago or something like that," the blonde waved a dismissive hand, "Come on boss, you can't possibly expect me to keep track of these things."
Blond locks framed lips twisted upward in a positively devious smirk. Clearly, the effeminate man was getting a high heeled kick out of Tino's building outrage.
"And what's this about empires? I don't rule an empire and neither does he. I simply take care of this city the best way I know how! I do what I do out of love! He shouldn't have sway over Tampere, he couldn't give a flying fuck about this city or it's inhabitants! Power is all that selfish bastard wants."
The native Finn's eyes narrowed as his loud-mouthed tirade ebbed into solid sentences of cold determination. Ivan Braginsky would have something else coming to him if he seriously thought Tino would accept such a ludicrous offer.
"You know Ti, a strong, gorgeous man like that could be manipulated into a top of the line asset," the cross-dresser's valley girl accent melted away, leaving a rich conspiratorial purr humming in Tino's ear. Amethysts widened substantially, dark pupils dilating in a mixture of surprise and distaste. Silver whirled about to face gold.
"Feliks, have you learned nothing of the beast throughout our strictly professional dealings? He cannot be gentled; it would be preferable to put a bullet between his eyes rather than unleash the menace upon polite company let alone society. And you think that I would want to entertain that in my bed? There are other ways to remove an obstacle."
Tapering fingers rose to smother the light snicker that slipped past smug lips.
"I don't recall ever saying those words, Ti. Although since you, like, brought it up, he would be quite the monster in bed, yeah? Besides what's that thing you're always blabbing about? Keep your friends close, but, like, keep your enemies closer? Whoever came up with that was clearly an advocate for fucking the enemy."
"The phrase is 'sleeping with the enemy' you vulgar queen, and I'd sooner be fucked by a bear than Braginsky."
Feliks stuck his lower lip out in a playful pout.
"Come on boss, you two would be so sexy together!"
Tino arched a brow at that, disbelief flashing through his eyes.
"What? I bet he could even be sweet~," the blonde extended his hands in supplication, fluorescent pink nails entreating Tino's skeptical eyes.
Tino snorted, arms crossed across his chest with the authority of an Egyptian pharaoh.
"I highly doubt that, besides-"
A sharp, perfunctory rap was followed by the guard stepping in just far enough to perform his duty, shoulders stiff and voice monotone, despite Tino's daily efforts to get him to lighten up.
"Sir, there's a...messenger here."
Inquisitive violet flicked over the guard's typical black clinging attire. Tino was not opposed to keeping a few handsome faces around, or bodies for that matter.
"A messenger you say? At," the Finn paused to examine his wristwatch, pushing his smart black cotton sleeve up, "nine thirty in the evening? That sounds grim to me".
Tino questioned the guard with his eyes, an unspoken command that would be foolish to refuse. The guard ducked his head, half in acknowledgment and half in what the Finn took to be mild embarrassment.
"It does not appear to be so, sir".
Tino raised a lone, intrigued brow, quiet eager to have an excuse to push a certain Russian far from his mind.
Alas, t'was not to be.
"And what might this messenger have to say?"
Doubt flitted across his guard's usually unruffled expression.
"Not much, sir. He acts strictly as a delivery boy for this evening." A slight frown tugged on Tino's lips, even as devious curiosity lifted Feliks'.
"Let him in then, no reason to keep him waiting."
The guard nodded in swift acknowledgment and motioned to the courier in the hall. In he shuffled, arms laden with a precarious bundle of fragrant petals.
Flowers Tino realized, dozens and dozens of flowers, all in various shapes, sizes, breeds, and colors with one similarity. Quantity. Petals fluttered to the floor with each hesitant step. A choked giggle burbled up past painted lips in the background of Tino's wary, flattered, flushed, panicked, suspicious thoughts.
The guard offered an expression of business like sympathy, reading the shocked violet eyes with more efficiency and understanding than Tino's own mother.
Perhaps I shouldn't be cultivating such a close relationship with the guard, Tino thought sulkily, fighting to quell the blending sensation of embarrassment and sudden dread that twined about each other to prickle down the length of his neck and writhe about deep in his stomach. He was never one for flattery of any sort and found this excessive display mildly mortifying, particularly in the face of his colleague's sympathy. Strange how childish he could be when he had proven a thousand times over that his innocence had smoldered away in sacrifice to the citizens he felt duty bound to protect, even if that duty was something he had concocted himself. Duty did not seem to stop the rising blush that colored his cheekbones like a kindergartener with an affinity for red crayon.
The messenger in question, face crinkled in quivering concentration as he attempted to infuse it with a respectful façade and not drop his many stemmed package, stepped forward to offer the bundle as if it were a swaddled babe and he an unsure father. Tino, though regarded by some to be the matronly type, simply stared at the disgustingly cheerful flowers, despising the gesture that they represented. He briefly entertained the notion of burying the plants back into the earth from whence they had been raped in an attempt to erase the twisted intent that brought them almost to his arms.
Stiffly, he gestured to the floor. The messenger cast a dubious expression down at the meticulously kept lacquered wood, raising his eyes to meet the still confounded violet ones of the Finnish man standing motionless before him. Hesitant fingers released their hold on the delicate stems, sending a cascade of cellophane and flora to crash onto the floor. The messenger still clutched a flimsy florist's card in the palm of one hand, something that Tino's eyes did not fail to notice. He plucked the card directly from the other's gloved hand, oblivious to or steadfastly ignoring the not quite suppressed shiver that passed through the limb as he did so. He turned away from the gape-fished expression of the messenger and flicked the card open, a frown already thinning his lips with the anticipation of what he knew would be printed in neat handwritten calligraphy.
I knew you would not refuse. You are a wise man, as am I.
The note was not signed, had no need to be signed as Tino was sure Ivan had intended. A wise man indeed. Tino huffed an unamused laugh, the carefree glint in his eyes replaced with darkened steel. Behind him Feliks appraised the situation, taking stock of Tino's souring mood and ushered out the nerve wracked messenger, pink fingernails fluttering not unkindly in a "shoo darling" gesture. Working in harmony around their irate boss, the guard immediately stepped forward, a gentle but insistent hand "guided" the poor thing out and over the threshold. The door closed with a firm snick that reverberated minutely in the still silence that descended upon the room like a cloying perfume. Both Feliks and the guard directed their gazes elsewhere, every cell in their body intent on ignoring the tense, enraged, sickened aura cloaking the smallest man's body. Their steadfast resolve to not notice Tino meant they became increasingly aware of him with each passing second the clock screeched out into the silence.
A sigh wafted through the office, stretching weary fingers into the corners, dusting the furniture with wizened exasperation and dissolving the silent atmosphere. Feliks and the guard exchanged a relieved yet worried look. The cheery clip of a heel stole Tino's attention from the now stress lined florist's card as his assistant stepped in to mother the suddenly exhausted Finn. The cross-dresser shook his head at the flicker of comparison that flared to life as he took in his now softly smiling boss. Perhaps he and Ivan were simply too similar to make a good couple. He caught a brief flash of a distraught future in which the two had destroyed themselves with their own power. The blond quickly abandoned the notion and pulled on an easy, comforting smile that hid these troubles. He slipped an arm around slim shoulders and buried his head into the other's neck. He allowed Tino to absentmindedly card his fingers through his hair, rather like a pet comforting his master. The silence grew again, cresting into something comfortable enough for the guard's shoulders to roll forward, releasing a trapped breath.
A slight smile pulled upwards on the edge of Tino's lips, the kind of smile that could be filled with innocent joy or flagrant contempt the way a holographic is two images at once with only one revealed by the tilt of light. Yet when cast at just the right angle, the two pictures blended into a macabre dichotomy, revealing the unchanging element in each, and here the same cold determination brought his lips to life.
Only a fool would tempt such fickle waters.
.::.
Morning rays tickled sleep shut eyelids, winking in and out of existence as the tree outside the window shivered in the slight breeze. The Swede's sun dappled face twitched in discomfort. He stirred slightly, nuzzling the oak stained wood of his desk, the purest face of cherubic innocence. A narrow string of drool sparkled brightly as it was dragged from the shallow pool by his stubbled chin. The sticky wetness seemed to be enough to pull his conscious mind out of the dream world. Bleary blue eyes opened, not entirely comprehending their surroundings, and squinted against the glare of sunlight. A hand came up to swat aside sun rays and instead became tangled with the saliva strand.
"...eughf," Berwald grimaced in disgust, wiping his hand against the wood grain and regaining his senses as his mind geared up for the coming day.
An idea curled about his mind, not yet a thought, but rather a construct of one. It had a taste, oh indeed, what a taste! Bitter like a scolding tongue with an underlying sweetness that was perceived but not actually tasted. It had a smell, something rich and refreshing and utterly divine to his olfactory senses. It sang a siren song of comfort and temptation that curled up like a contented cat deep down in his stomach. Eyes widened in realization as a blush dusted his cheeks. He may not have quite identified this elusive construct of his mind, but he could hardly miss the very prominent, very hard part of his anatomy that was still responding to the vestiges of his dreams that remained adrift in his thoughts. Ephemeral flashes of amethyst against silver, of pale cream and cherry hues swirled amidst the brewing scent of something...something, something he knew, something he had smelled before, something that had charmed his tongue into wanting more. The warring, overwhelming images his mind bombarded him with sent surges of ecstasy tingling along his spine to pool like fluid sensuality into that deep, wanting undefinable hollow between gut and groin.
Perhaps not so innocent after all.
Rather than topple into that abyss of release Berwald (and his hand) knew a little too well, a calm and sudden clarity settled upon him and smoothed the torrent of arousal into two thoughts. The first, coffee, instantly had his mouth watering and the second merged together resolving into the form of yesterday's enticing young man.
The Swede groaned again, attempting to shove the clamoring thoughts that rose unbidden at the imagery of those smiling rouge touched lips, skin so pale and so fine it could have been spun from Tampere's snow, celestial silver locks that begged to be caressed and wrenched in passion, and oh holy mother of god this was not helping his solid predicament. Still groggy, and a bit ashamed by his depraved thoughts, he stumbled out of the chair and into the kitchen to brew up some deliciously refreshing caffeine in his favorite form. He turned from the kitchen, purposefully ignorant of his persistent morning wood, and grabbed a quick change of clothes eager to be in the shower. Cold water sluiced over his skin, jolting his senses out of their lusty fog and sharpening his focus on the day ahead.
Fifteen minutes later found him squeaky clean out the door with a steaming thermos of coffee embraced tightly in one hand. Crisp, winter breath chilled his lungs in a way that made him want to whoop with exhilaration; excited pinpricks danced through his veins tugging a smile out of his lips. The sun glinted off of icicles framing doorways and balconies and the frozen droplets of shower water still clinging to Berwald's hair. It didn't bother him; there wasn't much that could bother him on such a day like this. Today was a day of promise and future and such bundled excitement and nervous anxiety that he could barely stand it. Today he was going to apply to the University of Tampere's Medical School.
Berwald felt as if he was glowing in the intensity of his own excitement, though if the shrinking countenances of the passerbys was anything to go by, perhaps he was glowering instead. No matter, he made his jaunty way without incident to the nearest post office where he could mail his application with the proper procedure and perhaps ask the clerk to point out a breakfast café. Though he loathed to linger on such thoughts, the still simmering sexual release called for a large appetite, and not just for food. The strapping man's eyes dilated in appraisal of the pert, ripe for the picking backside that solicited itself from across the post office's foyer. Unable to see it's owner's face, Berwald was content with settling in behind the man in line, tracing his small, though still toned frame with a molten gaze. A tinkling laugh plucked his attention away from the show stopping ass, making him pause in wonderment at the softness and strange familiarity of it. Gaze suddenly thoughtful, Berwald had little time to react as the other man spun about on his heel to faceplant directly into his chest.
The blond simply blinked down at the smaller man, even as such dream worthy eyes stared in shock up into his own.
.::.
Ink stained fingers smoothed the creases of the envelope, pressing firmly against the glue. It was such a simple thing, standard and unremarkable in every way with the exception of it's contents. Tino marveled at how so ordinary a thing could conceal his contemptuous response to Ivan's intrusive courting gestures. He felt as if the thing needed to be something other than white, perhaps torn around the edges and yellowed with age, something dramatic and reeking of wealth. But no, instead it was boring, nondescript, and about as nontheatrical as could possibly be. Even the address was a printed label, typed up by procrastinating fingers eager to do just about anything other than actual work.
Tino huffed at the letter, expelling little of his pent up frustration and stress. It seemed a night of rest had morphed gut clenching resentment into something more volatile, but less harmless. He was feeling uncharacteristically like a prima donna, and to the duel frustration and amusement of his two faithful companions, was quite acting like one too. He despised falling into these frivolously melodramatic fits, but sometimes the unfairness of life and death simply became too damn much. The world could go to hell and suck his dick while he languished in the heat and drank margaritas from coconut shells for all he gave a good god damn. Unfortunately he did give a damn, he gave more than a damn, which was why he pulled his scowling, tight lipped shit together and rose from his desk, intent on mailing his rejection notice with his own hands. With a clipped nod at the guard's stoic demeanor and Feliks' knowing smirk, Tino grabbed his coat and slammed the door shut behind him.
Trotting down the steps of the office building, he pulled on his gloves and set a brisk pace toward the post office. True enough he could send it just as easily from his own mailbox or even with a messenger, but he wanted it express mailed and enjoyed conversing with the attendants. It was important to Tino that his face was seen about town, as Ivan had taken the liberty to point out, he was no fool.
He made his way to the post office, trotting up the stairs and into the building. A woman looked up at his approach, shuffling papers into a neat stack and fairly beaming over her 70's shaped lenses.
"Hello dearie, what can I do for you today?"
"I just wanted to send out this letter by express mail, if it isn't too much of a bother."
"Oh of course not dearie."
Tino beamed back at her.
"Thank you so very much!"
"Ahto, Tino's here with a letter he wants to mail by express, would you mind-"
Before she could finish, a tall somewhat lanky man with a mop of dirty blonde hair appeared by her side from the recesses of the post office. A pair of gorgeous green eyes peered out at Tino from beneath his fringe, modeled lips quirked up into a shy smile. Ahto handled the letter with utmost care, flitting with it back somewhere into the post office. He reappeared at the edge of a shelf, fiddling with objects while snatching glimpses of Tino while he chit chatted with the post lady. Tino was well aware that the shy Ahto had what seemed to be more than a passing crush on him. He found it charming and sweet, and flashed a dazzling grin in the young man's direction as he waved goodbye and spun about on his heel.
Immediately, he rammed directly into the man who had snuck up behind him in line. Wanting to be angry, Tino stared up at a familiar face.
"Oh...mmm...hello again," Tino bounced back onto his heels, a shy smile sneaking its way to his lips.
Hope you enjoyed, the next chapter should have more action going on and less setting up for action :P