Challenges of Living Together
Tears
Seriously. SERIOUSLY. I don't even know. (Not for the chapter, just life in general.)
Characters: Prussia, Canada
Disclaimer: ARGH
Challenges of Living Together
Tears
Gilbert Beilschmidt seldom ever cried. Around him, there were people he knew that had the easy tear. The first person he could think of was Feliciano who was not afraid to cry and could shed tears from a beautiful plate of pasta to the greatest human tragedy.
The second person he knew that could produce water works on demand was Francis. The Frenchman would shed a tear for dramatic effect or to emphasize how simply romantic a situation was.
In his family, the men were made of steel and never cried. He caught his little brother crying a few times but he never stopped to ask. He figured if Ludwig wanted to talk, he would come to see him.
If he looked at his lover, Matthew would shed tears easier than he would. Prussia remembered the time he admitted to liking the younger nation; Canada had shed a tear or two at that. The younger man cried when his brother was attacked a few years back and he would shed a tear whenever one of his soldiers would lose his or her life out on the battle field.
Gilbert cried only a handful of times in his very long life and he could recount every time he did so. One of the first times was when his beloved "Old Man Fritz" passed away. Another was when he found his little brother for dead; on a similar occasion when his brother lost the war and was found under a pile of debris and finally, the last time he cried was after his first night as part of the USSR.
After that, something in him grew cold and the tears froze up inside of him. However, as he stood behind the kitchen counter with the cutting board in front of him, cutting onions in half, he found thick, fat, wet tears falling on his cheeks and Matthew laughing softly at him.
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TO BE CONTINUED
These are getting more and more like drabbles. I am so sorry!
75 bottles of beer on the wall,
75 bottles of beer…
You take one down, pass it around,
74 bottles left on the wall
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Started writing: September 6th 2010, 5:09pm
Finished writing: September 6th 2010, 5:24pm
Started typing: September 21st 2010, 9:29pm
Finished typing: September 21st 2010, 9:42pm