Ok, wow. The influx of reviews is mind boggling! I can't believe how much
people are liking this fic! Anyway, I am dedicating this chapter to
NightElfCrawler, for she gave me the idea that this chapter is based on.
Which, I turn, is how I will be approaching the fic from now on. I've never
done something like this before, and I hope it doesn't get confusing or
annoying. Anywho, please read and enjoy!!!
Disclaimer: They're called fingers, but I never seen them fing. Whoa, there they go.
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He looked across the crowded café. She was more beautiful than he had ever seen. He wanted so much to introduce himself, but he was also rather caught up at the moment. He just hoped she didn't leave.
"Johann, are you listening?"
"Of course I am listening, Mother," he replied lazily. He truly despised meeting with his mother. She was always so concerned with the facets of his life that he considered, well, personal. Yes, he hadn't married yet. But he hadn't found the right girl yet. And Johann liked his freedom. He liked to flirt. And this woman across the way, what he wouldn't give to-
"Ach, there you go, in your dream world again!" Mother admonished. "I swear, Johann, I have no idea how you manage to do what you do with this attitude your father and I always see."
"I do not have an attitude, Mother," he told her. "I work hard for my people, I do well by them. What else matters?"
"What about your happiness, mien liebe? Why you should-" Mother began.
His mother went on, but Johann hardly heard. The girl had left! In the second that Johann had looked away, she had managed to escape! No, she hadn't left, yet. Johann could see her through the window. "Mama, if you would excuse me for one second." He stood from the table, his body guard standing with him. "If you please, gents, I would prefer this one alone." They looked to each other and sat again, keeping a close eye as their Count made his way out the door.
He stepped out into the cold air and saw her standing, waiting for a cab, perhaps. Gott, she truly was an angel. Never before had he felt nervous approaching a girl, but today was different. She was different. He turned on his natural Bellweigg charm, put on his handsome smile, and approached.
"What is a beautiful frauline such as yourself doing alone on such an afternoon?" he asked, perhaps a bit too flirtatiously.
She looked at him sideways, eyes narrowed. "I'm waiting for my cab."
Now here was something he hadn't expect. The woman spoke with an American accent. He decided to show his fluency in her native tongue. "An American. So tell me, miss, how do you find my fair country."
She faced him and smirked. "Well, cold, for one."
Johann chuckled. "Ahh, yes, but that is the charm! It is what make Germany the land of lovers. Nothing makes people want to get closer than the cold weather." He wiggled his eyebrows a bit upon finishing this.
"Yes, well, my jacket just so happens to suffice in keeping me warm, thank you," the woman told him, turning away. There was a pause, in which Johann was sure he had completely failed. The woman smiled and turned to him again. "But I do appreciate the offer."
Johann smiled at her again. He knew he was a handsome man, he just hoped she felt the same way. Unsure of how to really move on with the conversation, Johann relies on an old reliable. "I'm Johann." He extended his hand.
The woman glanced at him sideways again, before responding. "Raven." She put her hand in his.
Johann lifted her hand to his mouth and planted a small kiss on it. "A beautiful name, almost befitting its bearer."
This made the woman blush slightly, as she drew her hand back. "You seem to be quite the charmer."
Johann just smiled, as a bodyguard came through the door. "Sir, is everything alright out here?"
Johann scowled at the man. "Yes, William, everything is fine."
"You're mother wishes to speak with you, Sir. She worries about tomorrows meeting with the Prime Minister."
"Ach, tell her I will be in in a minute," his face flushed slightly in embarrassment. He turned to Raven, hoping she wouldn't think less of him, having to answer to his Mama. She just stood, smiling warmly. More so than she had before.
"Your mother seems to be a concerned woman," she remarked.
"Ja," Johann replied. "Sometimes too much so."
Raven giggled slightly and moved closer to him. "I like a man who is close to his mother. It's very touching." She brushed her hand up his arm. "And what is this Prime minister talk?"
"Nothing really, just an appointment tomorrow," Johann tried to dismiss the subject. He didn't really want to talk of his rank.
"Well, not just any Joe Blow gets to have a meeting with the Prime minister," Raven reminded him.
"Well, I am not just any Joe Blow," he replied, enjoying how Raven was warming up to him. "I am actually Count of this region."
Raven's eyes widened. She was about to speak when they were once again interrupted.
"Sir, your mother is growing impatient."
"I will be right there, William! Get her another glass of wine." His mother truly boggled his mind. She complained that he was not married, and here he was speaking to a woman, an she needed him back so quickly. He looked to Raven apologetically.
"I understand, go ahead," she told him. She pulled him close and grasped each hand, reaching her head up to plant a kiss on his cheek. "I had been planning on leaving for France tomorrow, but I think I am learning to enjoy the German scenery." She gave him a little wink, and pulled her hands back, leaving a small piece of paper in his hand. "That's where I will be staying. I hope to see you again."
"Of course, mien liebschen," Johann gallantly kissed her hand as he turned back to the restaurant. "I am sure we will be seeing more of one another."
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Well, tell me what ya think?? This story will be laden with flash backs, of all shapes and sizes. Except XL, I don't know why, but I can't find a place that carries flashbacks in XL. So, sorry if that's an inconvenience. ;). Ummmmmm R&R!!!!
Disclaimer: They're called fingers, but I never seen them fing. Whoa, there they go.
~&~
He looked across the crowded café. She was more beautiful than he had ever seen. He wanted so much to introduce himself, but he was also rather caught up at the moment. He just hoped she didn't leave.
"Johann, are you listening?"
"Of course I am listening, Mother," he replied lazily. He truly despised meeting with his mother. She was always so concerned with the facets of his life that he considered, well, personal. Yes, he hadn't married yet. But he hadn't found the right girl yet. And Johann liked his freedom. He liked to flirt. And this woman across the way, what he wouldn't give to-
"Ach, there you go, in your dream world again!" Mother admonished. "I swear, Johann, I have no idea how you manage to do what you do with this attitude your father and I always see."
"I do not have an attitude, Mother," he told her. "I work hard for my people, I do well by them. What else matters?"
"What about your happiness, mien liebe? Why you should-" Mother began.
His mother went on, but Johann hardly heard. The girl had left! In the second that Johann had looked away, she had managed to escape! No, she hadn't left, yet. Johann could see her through the window. "Mama, if you would excuse me for one second." He stood from the table, his body guard standing with him. "If you please, gents, I would prefer this one alone." They looked to each other and sat again, keeping a close eye as their Count made his way out the door.
He stepped out into the cold air and saw her standing, waiting for a cab, perhaps. Gott, she truly was an angel. Never before had he felt nervous approaching a girl, but today was different. She was different. He turned on his natural Bellweigg charm, put on his handsome smile, and approached.
"What is a beautiful frauline such as yourself doing alone on such an afternoon?" he asked, perhaps a bit too flirtatiously.
She looked at him sideways, eyes narrowed. "I'm waiting for my cab."
Now here was something he hadn't expect. The woman spoke with an American accent. He decided to show his fluency in her native tongue. "An American. So tell me, miss, how do you find my fair country."
She faced him and smirked. "Well, cold, for one."
Johann chuckled. "Ahh, yes, but that is the charm! It is what make Germany the land of lovers. Nothing makes people want to get closer than the cold weather." He wiggled his eyebrows a bit upon finishing this.
"Yes, well, my jacket just so happens to suffice in keeping me warm, thank you," the woman told him, turning away. There was a pause, in which Johann was sure he had completely failed. The woman smiled and turned to him again. "But I do appreciate the offer."
Johann smiled at her again. He knew he was a handsome man, he just hoped she felt the same way. Unsure of how to really move on with the conversation, Johann relies on an old reliable. "I'm Johann." He extended his hand.
The woman glanced at him sideways again, before responding. "Raven." She put her hand in his.
Johann lifted her hand to his mouth and planted a small kiss on it. "A beautiful name, almost befitting its bearer."
This made the woman blush slightly, as she drew her hand back. "You seem to be quite the charmer."
Johann just smiled, as a bodyguard came through the door. "Sir, is everything alright out here?"
Johann scowled at the man. "Yes, William, everything is fine."
"You're mother wishes to speak with you, Sir. She worries about tomorrows meeting with the Prime Minister."
"Ach, tell her I will be in in a minute," his face flushed slightly in embarrassment. He turned to Raven, hoping she wouldn't think less of him, having to answer to his Mama. She just stood, smiling warmly. More so than she had before.
"Your mother seems to be a concerned woman," she remarked.
"Ja," Johann replied. "Sometimes too much so."
Raven giggled slightly and moved closer to him. "I like a man who is close to his mother. It's very touching." She brushed her hand up his arm. "And what is this Prime minister talk?"
"Nothing really, just an appointment tomorrow," Johann tried to dismiss the subject. He didn't really want to talk of his rank.
"Well, not just any Joe Blow gets to have a meeting with the Prime minister," Raven reminded him.
"Well, I am not just any Joe Blow," he replied, enjoying how Raven was warming up to him. "I am actually Count of this region."
Raven's eyes widened. She was about to speak when they were once again interrupted.
"Sir, your mother is growing impatient."
"I will be right there, William! Get her another glass of wine." His mother truly boggled his mind. She complained that he was not married, and here he was speaking to a woman, an she needed him back so quickly. He looked to Raven apologetically.
"I understand, go ahead," she told him. She pulled him close and grasped each hand, reaching her head up to plant a kiss on his cheek. "I had been planning on leaving for France tomorrow, but I think I am learning to enjoy the German scenery." She gave him a little wink, and pulled her hands back, leaving a small piece of paper in his hand. "That's where I will be staying. I hope to see you again."
"Of course, mien liebschen," Johann gallantly kissed her hand as he turned back to the restaurant. "I am sure we will be seeing more of one another."
~&~
Well, tell me what ya think?? This story will be laden with flash backs, of all shapes and sizes. Except XL, I don't know why, but I can't find a place that carries flashbacks in XL. So, sorry if that's an inconvenience. ;). Ummmmmm R&R!!!!