I hit the 75-mark! You guess make me so happy! Lucky number 75 was , who requested a UKxFem!AmericaxRussia love triangle with some good ol' pregnancy soap opera drama! I'll be working on that, but have no promises on when I'll get it done. Hopefully in the next week or two. And hopefully before the 100-mark, because I feel that's quite a milestone, and should also receive a one-shot.
Anyway, before we get started, did anyone else get snow/ice? I haven't been to classes since Monday, and the monotony has really drained my creativity.
Also, everyone should watch Alexander, because it's one of my favorite movies and Alexander and Hephastian are probably one of my favorite couples of all time. And they're cannon. Historical cannon, the best kind. I watched that movie when I started writing this, so it totally has a right to be mentioned.
Okay, on with the story now, requested by xxassassinxx18:
My boyfriend and I help out in the school library, and since the librarianknows we are both too socially awkward to do anything weird, she put us in theback room to sort out the donated books and clear out the shelves. Afterworking for a while, we split up the jobs to get it done faster. I wascleaning and he was sorting out the books. I accidentally hit the lights andthe next thing I know I on the ground, having tripped and he had tripped overme. It was a weird position... and to make things worse, my little sister andhis little brother walked in right then, the librarian right behind them. Goodthing is the librarian just laughed, bad thing is, my little sis told my mum,then she just laughed and called me a klutz.
"I don't want to go in there, Birdie!" cried the albino, grinding his heels into the pavement.
"What are you talking about, Gilbert?" questioned the blond Canadian, looking back at his boyfriend. "You go in there all the time."
"That's different. That's not volunteering, that's reading about Prussian history."
Matthew rolled his eyes.
"Right, sorry. Prussia justifies everything."
"Duh."
Matthew sighed and began pulling the other boy behind him again.
"Just come one."
"Antonio's right, you're making me soft!"
The Canadian hummed and opened the door to the library. The librarian looked and smiled at the boys.
"Ah, just in time! There's some books that need sorting in the back room."
Gilbert gave a hiss-like chuckle and leered at Matthew.
"Back room, huh?"
The librarian rolled her eyes.
"Go on, get to it."
The two walked to the back room where two boxes of books awaited them.
"Okay, you start sorting, I'll tidy up."
Gilbert groaned.
"But, Matt-"
A sharp look from the room's other occupant stopped the whine.
"Fine."
The two began their separate projects, random small talk peppering the silence. After some time, Matthew finished with his tidying and went to help finish sorting. As he was walking to Gilbert's side, his foot caught the leg of the table. He nearly face planted, but caught himself. Unfortunately, he over corrected and fell on his back, arms waving comically and catching the light switch on the way down.
"Birdie? You okay?"
There was a bit of shuffling, and then Matthew had a crotch full of what he could only assume was Gilbert's face. The door opened, pouring light on the two in their compromising positions. Matthew angled his head back to look at the additions to the room. There was the librarian, who laughed and flicked the light back on, Ludwig, Gilbert's younger brother, who was blushing and averting his eyes, and Peter, Matthew's youngest brother, looking as if he had made a great discovery.
"Papa!" cried Peter, turning and rushing past the librarian. "Papa! Gilbert had his head in Matthew's lap! And it was dark!"
Francis chuckled as he reached the room just as Matthew and Gilbert were righting themselves.
"Oh, Mathieu, you are quite the little klutz, oui?"
I feel like this is more of an FML for Matthew than Assassin. If France thinks you aren't doing anything alone in a dark room with a Prussian face on your crotch, you suck.
Fail ending is fail. I told you, snow eats up my creativity. And this took me forever to write. Assassin, I can not for the life of me figure out how you managed this. You are quite talented.