Sorry for the late and short update. I'll do my best to make the next longer, but I hope that this little update might help kickstart more inspiration.
Hope everyone enjoys!
Okay, this felt a little wrong…well, more than a little.
Flouncing around in a girl's swimsuit was definitely not something he had ever seen himself doing. He reached up a hand to scratch at the swimming cap, grateful for something to help keep the long wig on his head.
But he decided to do his best to push the wrongness to the side as he did his best to pretend that he was nothing more than a girl out with her friends.
Even if said girl was actually a man.
And therefore, it was with a very feminine mindset that Arthur did his best to ignore the eyes on him from that stupid Frog. Instead, he turned to smile at Feliciana as they joined Antonia and Lottie in running for the ocean to splash around in the waves for a little bit.
…
Ludwig proceeded down to the beach, doing his best to look as aristocratic and stuck up as humanly possible.
He felt a little embarrassed and ashamed of his plan, but he just had to know whether or not Feliciana would react like everyone else who saw him, even if he pretended to be rich…
Oh, who was he kidding anyways? He just wanted to see if she had any attraction to him. It was a despicable reason to toy with her heart like this…
Maybe
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"I must say, Alfred, I am surprised you got him last time."
"Shut up, commie! If you'd let me do this my way, we'd have gotten him already!"
"Police procedure says that we let the witnesses come to us."
"Police procedure stinks! No one's going to willingly come to us, we've got to go to them and ask them to come forward!"
""We are supposed to…"
"No, we are supposed to save people! Do you think Charlie came forward of his own free will or something? I had to ask him real nicely, and even then it took some sweetening of the deal!"
"Wow, Jones. I'm proud that you would do something like that. I thought you were all about following the law?"
"Don't start with me, Braginski. Sometimes if you want to take care of the big rat, you have to let some of the mice go. But you won't have any mice to squeak unless you go out looking for them!"
"They will come to us."
"No, they won't! It seems like everyone is doing something illegal nowadays, and they're all scared of the mob! And if they weren't before, they definitely are now!"
"No one knows about Charlie. It's confidential police business, da?"
"Nyet," Alfred sighed, shaking his head as he went to close the door. He hated feeling like everyone was watching him, making bets on how long this partnership would work out, "You might know a lot about corrupt government junk, but you know nothing about the people we're here to protect. Confidential police business means that everyone knows it, just quietly, and the fact that Charlie DIED means that everyone knows it, but no one will talk about it."
"Well then, comrade," the Russian looked down at the American, "What would you suggest we do?"
No matter how hard he searched, Alfred found himself hard-put to find any sign of being patronized in that question.
"Well," he said, taking a breath, "Since it's likely that the witnesses have either fled town or been killed by now, I suggest we go down to Florida. We had better hope that Gilbert found the girlfriend."
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Feliciana laughed as she just barely missed catching the volleyball the girls were tossing around.
"Better go get it!" Eileen was laughing cheerfully, "Hurry, lass!"
"I'm going, ve~!" but suddenly the sand shifted under her feet, forcing her to fall and sprawl on the sand.
"Oh, gott, are you alright?" a deeply accented voice asked, causing her to look up as she was helped up by a large man that almost seemed to dwarf her in size.
"Ve~ of course I am," she giggled.
"Are you sure?"
"Si," she used her hand to shade her eyes so that she could see his face. It looked so strong and handsome.
"I'm glad," he truly looked relieved to see that she was alright, "Usually when people get into accidents around me, then find out who I am, they tend to sue."
That got her attention, "Sue?"
She sidled up behind him as he sat down in his beach chair.
"Indeed," he opened up his book, but she wasn't about to let this one get away.
"If you'll excuse me for asking, why would they want to sue you?"
"Promise not to yell."
She nodded eagerly, and he gestured her over to whisper something in her ear.
When he finished, she backed away, clapping her hands over her mouth in an attempt to keep her giggles of glee from emerging.
Finally, a real live millionaire!
