This is a story based on a CMV I once saw by Team Foxtrot Cosplay called the heart asks pleasure first- consequently I do not own the plot.
Chapter 4- Chains and Freedom
Gilbert came to see me a lot over the next century. He tried to convince me out the marriage every time, and every time I stood firm. I was determined to do right by my country, nation weren't born to have what we wanted, we were born to suffer unequivocally for the sake off our people. Most of the time we endured it, because we weren't given a say in the matter. A few times we didn't, and when we didn't we were quickly shown what the score was. This marriage was my punishment, my atonement for daring to hope that one day I would be free. Gilbert would hold my gaze in lingering glances across a room; his hand would brush mine when we passed, shoulder to shoulder. His eyes would ask the question he was permitted to voice. No matter how much I told him I wouldn't elope with him though it never made it less tempting. I used to look for him, even when Austria came to talk over negotiations. He would always stand in the same spot, by the door to the back stairs, under the rose vine and wait for me. He would wait and watch when Austria was with me, and I would look back at him and wish. Austria turned to look at him once- and in that one look I lost all my respect for him. He gave Gil a look of triumph, pulling my closer to him, and I discovered I wasn't strong enough to pull away anymore. Austria had made me a lady, and he had made me my demise. I would be nothing if I did not have a man by my side. Again and again I wished Hungary had been born a man.
I would sneak out in the dead of night to see Gil, we would kiss under an old knarled willow tree by the lake where we had first made our vows to love forever. "Come away with me" he would whisper and I would smile sadly and shake my head. He would smile back, but it was smile that dwindled at the corners a little more every time I refused until it came to be as sad as mine. Then until it became nothing more than I hint of a smile that had once been. The night had a luminous quality, as if his eyes alone were lighting it. The moon changed season, came and went, sometimes a bright blinding second sun in the sky and sometimes non existent leaving us to murmur our love in the inky blackness but Gil was constant. "You see those stars?" I asked
"Yes"
"Every single star is that sky is tear I have cried over you" I whispered. Gil stroked my hair soothing me like when we were children "Diamonds hanging in the air" he breathed "The diamonds that guide me home to you. Every time" I kissed him, the sun rising over the trees, the pink light of dawn shining of the lake. Another day dawning, another day closer to death.
The world I inhabited with Gil was a strange dream, so painful, yet I willed that I would never wake from it. I would find myself waking as if from a sleep. One time I found myself waking from my internal sleep to find myself caught. On side Gilbert held onto my arm, like I was the last piece of good left in the world that he was desperately trying to save, on the other Austria held my waist, is arm pulling me to him, and part of me was willing to go. But then I felt Gil's grip on my arm tightened "Liz" he whispered, beseeching me to change the way the world was run. I turned, pulling Gil close to me, but Austria pulled me back- looking his rival in the eyes. Violet met crimson in a terrible clash of colour and light and dark and love and hate.
"Hungary" Austria said quietly behind me, and I turned back. Gil looked at us, his face contorting in pain, and ran. I buried my face in Austria's chest so I wouldn't have to see him go.
So there you are; chapter four at last. I wrote this before exams started and then looked at it again and thought it was awful, and I've only just got around to re- writing it. Anyway all other chapters are done so I shall probably upload them all in the next 48 hours.
R and R please- you comments have been great so far
Phantom