AN: Have you ever noticed how music affects your writing? Right now I'm
listening to Lyin' Eyes by the Eagles. Hmm…
Cosmo was sitting on the bed, still sulking when I entered the room. Sitting next to him on the bed, I began massaging his back, feeling the knots between his shoulder blades. My poor brother…he had been in an odd mood ever since we came over here with Bert. America wasn't suiting him as well as it did Bert. People here were more…confrontational.
It had been quite an opportunity—coming here to America. Though we had been very well off in Romania, it was simply something we couldn't pass up. Everybody wanted to be in America, everyone wanted to be an American. And so we had come over with Bert, and old friend of ours— of mine at least.
I was born December first—Unification Day. Thirty years before, Transylvania and Romania had become one nation, so my name became Naţiune, or Nation in English. My brother, born 5 years before me, was Cosmin, nothing special about that name, (A/N: I looked this stuff up, it's totally accurate, dammit!) but once we moved here, it changed to something quite unique.
Though I had never had any formal schooling, a former Nazi soldier taught Cosmin and I German and King's English, so that my the time we entered adulthood, we were fluent in three languages. Bert had come to Romania back when Germany and Romania had been allies, and had never left, even after Romania switched sides, in the war, nor did he leave during the Soviet occupation.
I suppose things changed between Bert and me when he caught me undressing. A completely honest mistake, he came in my room to retrieve a book of his I had borrowed. My brother and I were living together, and Cosmin being out, I was alone in my room, and getting ready for bed, and not hearing Bert knock; I suppose he had assumed we were both out and let himself in.
Being young and vivacious, I succumbed to Bert's advances. I was not uneducated in the events taking place, my brother had seen to that. So things stayed the same between Cosmo and I, and things changed between Bert and I, but as I've said, that was long ago.
A/N: Just to let you know, I do NOT condone Nation and Bert having sex, nor do I condone any other kind of un-incestuous act. This is just how the story goes. And, as Sara (lunachick97) would say "incest isn't bad, it's no good." That would be Magenta McKinley, ladies and gentleman, let's all praise her!
Cosmo was sitting on the bed, still sulking when I entered the room. Sitting next to him on the bed, I began massaging his back, feeling the knots between his shoulder blades. My poor brother…he had been in an odd mood ever since we came over here with Bert. America wasn't suiting him as well as it did Bert. People here were more…confrontational.
It had been quite an opportunity—coming here to America. Though we had been very well off in Romania, it was simply something we couldn't pass up. Everybody wanted to be in America, everyone wanted to be an American. And so we had come over with Bert, and old friend of ours— of mine at least.
I was born December first—Unification Day. Thirty years before, Transylvania and Romania had become one nation, so my name became Naţiune, or Nation in English. My brother, born 5 years before me, was Cosmin, nothing special about that name, (A/N: I looked this stuff up, it's totally accurate, dammit!) but once we moved here, it changed to something quite unique.
Though I had never had any formal schooling, a former Nazi soldier taught Cosmin and I German and King's English, so that my the time we entered adulthood, we were fluent in three languages. Bert had come to Romania back when Germany and Romania had been allies, and had never left, even after Romania switched sides, in the war, nor did he leave during the Soviet occupation.
I suppose things changed between Bert and me when he caught me undressing. A completely honest mistake, he came in my room to retrieve a book of his I had borrowed. My brother and I were living together, and Cosmin being out, I was alone in my room, and getting ready for bed, and not hearing Bert knock; I suppose he had assumed we were both out and let himself in.
Being young and vivacious, I succumbed to Bert's advances. I was not uneducated in the events taking place, my brother had seen to that. So things stayed the same between Cosmo and I, and things changed between Bert and I, but as I've said, that was long ago.
A/N: Just to let you know, I do NOT condone Nation and Bert having sex, nor do I condone any other kind of un-incestuous act. This is just how the story goes. And, as Sara (lunachick97) would say "incest isn't bad, it's no good." That would be Magenta McKinley, ladies and gentleman, let's all praise her!