Naked and Hidden
Written by: Maria's Georg
Rating: PG-13 (for slight violence.no not the kind of violence your thinking about.)
Classification: Romance, slight violence and slight comedy
Pairing: Maria/Georg
Summary: "Gossiping Gaily with bores I detest, soaking myself in champagne, stumbling about the waltzes by Strausses I can't even remember."
Disclaimer: The Characters belong to The Sound of Music & 20th Century Fox. This time the plot and dialogue belong to the left side of my brain.
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A/N:
I'm sorry I'm not a meany-head.I just can't deal with the grammar thing. Offal yum! - that was some good stuff, last chapter had that funny part in it. Te he. OoOh nice reviews I'm lovein em honey! Keep em comin! Frosty freeze here it is at last you will finally read it.
Riska- I've never seen one killed, I do know they run around w/o a head. Mike the chicken lived for I think a couple of years without a head. But I kinda forgot and remembered when you mentioned it. The blood came from when the offal slid down them.just slight stain. As for the poetic language.I wrote poetry before I wrote any short stories so maybe that's why and I think it's funny. Details are the best! I mean you simply could not have art without them!
As for the ____ in the last chapter.that was purely accidental. I do that when I write sentences with missing words and I'd simply forgot to put it in before I posted it even though I read it just before posting. So, can anyone think up a word that has the same meaning as 'screwed' but used in the 30's? As in ' screw his reputation '. Thanks!
End - Onlatry A/N
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As Georg walked into the parlor, he noticed the crowd of guests, gathered together for a chat while waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive. He ran a hand through his hair, and strolled to the small group.
"Georg, I'm so glad you could come." Verena walked up to him, offering him a hand. Taking it he, bent to kiss her soft hand.
"I'm delighted you invited me." Georg spoke, immediately feeling the staleness of the conversation already.
"Well, what would a party be with out Georg von Trapp?" Georg sheepishly smiled at the cheesy remark. After that remark he immediately regretted coming at all. He'd have to bear it for a few hours, and after dinner he'd claim being tired from his trip and retreat home.
Verena sauntered back to her place among the group, chatting gaily. Georg noticed most of the guests had already arrived, Uwe Diefendorf his wife Caecilla. The couple had attended the recent party thrown by Ekkehardt and Dagmar Jung, where he'd met Maria.
Georg began to phase them out. Smiling and nodding at the appropriate times, he listened with half an ear.
About five minutes later, Karl Fake strode into the parlor with an egotistic aura that surrounded him. The man was always drunk even if he was sober.
Karl was the last of the guests to arrive and the evening passed uneventful, well at least to Georg. Dinner would be served soon, and then he'd leave.
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"Dinner is ready mistress." Heinrich Verena's Butler announced.
"Thank you, Heinrich."
"Shall we sit down to dinner?" Verena Spoke. Heinrich lead the way towards the dining area followed by Verena her elegant dress flowing behind her.
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Heinrich returned announcing the guests were ready to be served. Maria began to inspect the dishes one last time just to make sure each were in perfect order. As she and Zenzi, had been instructed by Isolde, who had taken ill earlier that evening and couldn't do it herself. Zenzi a young maid and Maria's closest friend.
Zenzi peeked through the door, looking curiously at all of the mistress's guests.
"Well?" Maria spoke eager to know what each guest wore.
"Well what?" Zenzi spoke, as she swerved her head around to meet Maria's wide-eyed gaze.
"What do you see?"
"Why Mistress Vogel and her guests. Of course."
"What do they look like? What are they wearing?" Maria spoke eager to know.
"You'll know soon enough, Maria." Zenzi moved to pick up a platter of chicken.
"Why are you always so curious?" Zenzi spoke as she made one last look at the chicken before she recovered the platter.
"Oh. I don't know. It's just the way I am that's all." Not quite satisfied with that answer she'd have to bring up the topic later. She shoved her way out, using her weight to open the door.
Picking up the mashed potatoes Maria followed Zenzi out of the kitchen door. She started around the table, concentrating on her task. Moving from one guest to the other. Finally coming to a dark haired gentleman. He hadn't been paying attention, and didn't notice her standing they're waiting to take his share of the potatoes.
"Sir?" Maria asked curiously. The gentleman swerved around with a distracted look upon his face. Maria couldn't help but stare back at the face of none other than Georg von Trapp. He stared back, just as intensely, confusion struck his face.
A crashing sound brought both of them back into reality. Bits of mashed potatoes spew everywhere in its vicinity. Hitting Georg in the face, slopping into his dinner jacket. It also had attempted to land onto Maria, bits flopped into her uniform, and slopping onto the floor.
The gay chatter of the guests had stopped cold at the slight crisis and immediately diverted their attention to a maid cleaning up a broken ceramic dish and spilt mashed potatoes. Georg's eyes never leaving Maria, at the sight of her, only moments before. His shock still hadn't settled yet. A blush crept to Maria's cheeks, a shade of crimson red. She felt naked and exposed.
Maria dismissed herself and entered the kitchen to dispose of the dirty mashed potatoes.
"Servants." Verena spoke with a light chuckle, in a vain attempt to cover her apparent embarrassment.
"Uhm. If you'll excuse me for a moment." The mistress spoke as she dabbled her mouth with a rose colored serviette. The butler rose to pull her chair for her, and she strutted to the kitchen.
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"What happened in there? Are you alright?" Zenzi spoke confused at what happened. Maria wasn't usually this clumsy. Maria's face was fully crimson she was embarrassed by the situation.
"I'm fine. I was just distracted for a moment." Maria spoke, flustered. Doing her best to get out of a situation she desperately didn't want to be in. Although, now that he was here the inevitable would happen.
"What did she say to you?" Zenzi spoke attempting to press further, wanting to know if Maria had gotten the boot by Vogel.
"Not much, although she insists that I must apologize to him."
"I have to go change my uniform." Maria spoke desperate to get out of there away from further scrutiny.
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Sounds of a raging thunderstorm finally hit their ears. A brilliant idea struck Verena for the first time that night.
"Why don't you all spend the night. After all I mustn't shove my guests out into the freezing weather during a thunderstorm." Georg desperately wanted to confront Maria, tonight was the perfect opportunity.
Verena rung the housekeeper informing her about her overnight guests, to ready five rooms and to make them comfortable as possible. With a nod the housekeeper went off to attend her duties. Verena returned her attention to her guests.
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"That was a rather interesting evening. The small crisis in the dinning room and now a thunderstorm." Uwe spoke, eager to start on the tantalizing topic of the evening.
"Quite, I assure you the matter has been taken care of. And you all mustn't worry." Verena spoke hoping to cover up her maid's apparent lack of discipline.
"If I may I am quite famished, the day has been long and I wish to retire." Georg spoke hoping half eager to leave the staleness of the room, and confront Maria.
"Of course, I'll have a maid show you your room. And again I apologize for my maid's behavior this evening. She's quite clumsy you know."
"It's quite alright." Georg spoke more stunned at seeing Maria than any thing else. Picking himself off the chair he'd molded himself in he followed the maid to his room.
TBC
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All first names come from - even if a name doesn't sounds like it's from Germany or Austria.it's in there so have a bone with them. As for the last names.well I just found a bunch off of various German surname sites.
As for.Karl Fake well - that's just a given. And last but not least I have know idea why the peeking Zenzi asks Maria about her curiosity when the girl seems just as curious to me. But then again I really don't know what compels people to do things.
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Written by: Maria's Georg
Rating: PG-13 (for slight violence.no not the kind of violence your thinking about.)
Classification: Romance, slight violence and slight comedy
Pairing: Maria/Georg
Summary: "Gossiping Gaily with bores I detest, soaking myself in champagne, stumbling about the waltzes by Strausses I can't even remember."
Disclaimer: The Characters belong to The Sound of Music & 20th Century Fox. This time the plot and dialogue belong to the left side of my brain.
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A/N:
I'm sorry I'm not a meany-head.I just can't deal with the grammar thing. Offal yum! - that was some good stuff, last chapter had that funny part in it. Te he. OoOh nice reviews I'm lovein em honey! Keep em comin! Frosty freeze here it is at last you will finally read it.
Riska- I've never seen one killed, I do know they run around w/o a head. Mike the chicken lived for I think a couple of years without a head. But I kinda forgot and remembered when you mentioned it. The blood came from when the offal slid down them.just slight stain. As for the poetic language.I wrote poetry before I wrote any short stories so maybe that's why and I think it's funny. Details are the best! I mean you simply could not have art without them!
As for the ____ in the last chapter.that was purely accidental. I do that when I write sentences with missing words and I'd simply forgot to put it in before I posted it even though I read it just before posting. So, can anyone think up a word that has the same meaning as 'screwed' but used in the 30's? As in ' screw his reputation '. Thanks!
End - Onlatry A/N
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As Georg walked into the parlor, he noticed the crowd of guests, gathered together for a chat while waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive. He ran a hand through his hair, and strolled to the small group.
"Georg, I'm so glad you could come." Verena walked up to him, offering him a hand. Taking it he, bent to kiss her soft hand.
"I'm delighted you invited me." Georg spoke, immediately feeling the staleness of the conversation already.
"Well, what would a party be with out Georg von Trapp?" Georg sheepishly smiled at the cheesy remark. After that remark he immediately regretted coming at all. He'd have to bear it for a few hours, and after dinner he'd claim being tired from his trip and retreat home.
Verena sauntered back to her place among the group, chatting gaily. Georg noticed most of the guests had already arrived, Uwe Diefendorf his wife Caecilla. The couple had attended the recent party thrown by Ekkehardt and Dagmar Jung, where he'd met Maria.
Georg began to phase them out. Smiling and nodding at the appropriate times, he listened with half an ear.
About five minutes later, Karl Fake strode into the parlor with an egotistic aura that surrounded him. The man was always drunk even if he was sober.
Karl was the last of the guests to arrive and the evening passed uneventful, well at least to Georg. Dinner would be served soon, and then he'd leave.
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"Dinner is ready mistress." Heinrich Verena's Butler announced.
"Thank you, Heinrich."
"Shall we sit down to dinner?" Verena Spoke. Heinrich lead the way towards the dining area followed by Verena her elegant dress flowing behind her.
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Heinrich returned announcing the guests were ready to be served. Maria began to inspect the dishes one last time just to make sure each were in perfect order. As she and Zenzi, had been instructed by Isolde, who had taken ill earlier that evening and couldn't do it herself. Zenzi a young maid and Maria's closest friend.
Zenzi peeked through the door, looking curiously at all of the mistress's guests.
"Well?" Maria spoke eager to know what each guest wore.
"Well what?" Zenzi spoke, as she swerved her head around to meet Maria's wide-eyed gaze.
"What do you see?"
"Why Mistress Vogel and her guests. Of course."
"What do they look like? What are they wearing?" Maria spoke eager to know.
"You'll know soon enough, Maria." Zenzi moved to pick up a platter of chicken.
"Why are you always so curious?" Zenzi spoke as she made one last look at the chicken before she recovered the platter.
"Oh. I don't know. It's just the way I am that's all." Not quite satisfied with that answer she'd have to bring up the topic later. She shoved her way out, using her weight to open the door.
Picking up the mashed potatoes Maria followed Zenzi out of the kitchen door. She started around the table, concentrating on her task. Moving from one guest to the other. Finally coming to a dark haired gentleman. He hadn't been paying attention, and didn't notice her standing they're waiting to take his share of the potatoes.
"Sir?" Maria asked curiously. The gentleman swerved around with a distracted look upon his face. Maria couldn't help but stare back at the face of none other than Georg von Trapp. He stared back, just as intensely, confusion struck his face.
A crashing sound brought both of them back into reality. Bits of mashed potatoes spew everywhere in its vicinity. Hitting Georg in the face, slopping into his dinner jacket. It also had attempted to land onto Maria, bits flopped into her uniform, and slopping onto the floor.
The gay chatter of the guests had stopped cold at the slight crisis and immediately diverted their attention to a maid cleaning up a broken ceramic dish and spilt mashed potatoes. Georg's eyes never leaving Maria, at the sight of her, only moments before. His shock still hadn't settled yet. A blush crept to Maria's cheeks, a shade of crimson red. She felt naked and exposed.
Maria dismissed herself and entered the kitchen to dispose of the dirty mashed potatoes.
"Servants." Verena spoke with a light chuckle, in a vain attempt to cover her apparent embarrassment.
"Uhm. If you'll excuse me for a moment." The mistress spoke as she dabbled her mouth with a rose colored serviette. The butler rose to pull her chair for her, and she strutted to the kitchen.
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"What happened in there? Are you alright?" Zenzi spoke confused at what happened. Maria wasn't usually this clumsy. Maria's face was fully crimson she was embarrassed by the situation.
"I'm fine. I was just distracted for a moment." Maria spoke, flustered. Doing her best to get out of a situation she desperately didn't want to be in. Although, now that he was here the inevitable would happen.
"What did she say to you?" Zenzi spoke attempting to press further, wanting to know if Maria had gotten the boot by Vogel.
"Not much, although she insists that I must apologize to him."
"I have to go change my uniform." Maria spoke desperate to get out of there away from further scrutiny.
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Sounds of a raging thunderstorm finally hit their ears. A brilliant idea struck Verena for the first time that night.
"Why don't you all spend the night. After all I mustn't shove my guests out into the freezing weather during a thunderstorm." Georg desperately wanted to confront Maria, tonight was the perfect opportunity.
Verena rung the housekeeper informing her about her overnight guests, to ready five rooms and to make them comfortable as possible. With a nod the housekeeper went off to attend her duties. Verena returned her attention to her guests.
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"That was a rather interesting evening. The small crisis in the dinning room and now a thunderstorm." Uwe spoke, eager to start on the tantalizing topic of the evening.
"Quite, I assure you the matter has been taken care of. And you all mustn't worry." Verena spoke hoping to cover up her maid's apparent lack of discipline.
"If I may I am quite famished, the day has been long and I wish to retire." Georg spoke hoping half eager to leave the staleness of the room, and confront Maria.
"Of course, I'll have a maid show you your room. And again I apologize for my maid's behavior this evening. She's quite clumsy you know."
"It's quite alright." Georg spoke more stunned at seeing Maria than any thing else. Picking himself off the chair he'd molded himself in he followed the maid to his room.
TBC
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All first names come from - even if a name doesn't sounds like it's from Germany or Austria.it's in there so have a bone with them. As for the last names.well I just found a bunch off of various German surname sites.
As for.Karl Fake well - that's just a given. And last but not least I have know idea why the peeking Zenzi asks Maria about her curiosity when the girl seems just as curious to me. But then again I really don't know what compels people to do things.
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