Awaiting Love

Romance

Rated: PG

A/N: All right due to the overwhelming requests for a George/ Marie Louise story, I actually wrote one. Ok just a warning this isn't as good as some of my D/R fics because I'm obsessed with that couple (mainly Domon *drools*). The factor that I'm making it up as it goes also explains a lot. Any way with out further ado, here it is.

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Marie Louise [from now on it's just Marie] and George spun around in the huge ballroom; it was just she and he. They were the only one's dancing, the only one's in the room. As the music slowed, George led Marie out to the old, but beautiful balcony. Marie's soft blonde hair was pulled into a French knot, small braids hanging from it, cascading over her shoulders. A Strapless, silky scarlet gown hugged her body, presenting her figure quite gracefully.

George was wearing a white tuxedo; the color illuminated his deep violet eyes and made them sparkle like amethyst. Even his red tresses seemed to be tamed, and were pulled back into a low ponytail, with the exception of his unruly bangs which fell to the side. George popped the cork on a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. Marie took hers and thanked George, who as usual said it was nothing.

Marie stood, leaning on the rail with one hand, holding her glass in the other. She looked at the dark, evening sky, the stars like motionless snow. George stood next to her. He wasn't watching the sky, but he was watching Marie.

"Miss Marie Louise?" He said uncertain. Marie turned to him, a sparkling smile on her face.

"George, You will you call me Marie? Not Princess, not Miss, just Marie." Color tinted the night's cheeks for a second, at his slip up. He nodded quickly. Piano music started to play the tune seemed, familiar

"Yes Mi. I mean Marie." He stopped for a second studying her. "Marie I've known you practically all my life, right?" Marie had a questioning look on her face, but she nodded.

"Yes, why George?" George put his hand under her chin, and pulled titled her head up so she looked him in the eyes.

"Well. I. I." Suddenly it was incredibly bright.

Marie awoke with a start. The sun splashed onto Marie's face, as the maid drew the curtains, and left. Marie yawned and rolled out of the huge bed. She scrambled to her wardrobe and got on her corset, petticoats and her dress.

Marie sat down in front of her mirror and started brush her hair.

"One- hundred and one …one hundred and …huh?" Marie stopped and listened, the piano music from her dream filtered through the halls and to her room. Forgetting about her hair, Marie stood up and walked out into the corridor, in search of the producer of this beautiful music.

Twisting and turning through the halls for about 20 minuets, and not finding a single thing, Marie gave up and walked to the study, and there he was. The handsome knight she dreamt about, longed for. George sat at the piano, his fingers danced gracefully on the ivories. The song was from a French play Marie's favorite too.

The play was Romeo and Juliet [I don't know if this has music or not, I've never seen the play frankly, but it will have music for now]

George didn't seem to notice her presence. He started to sing the words; his thick accent projected each word beautifully and seemed to compel Marie to unconsciously sing along with him. George noticed right away. His tenor and her soprano voice blended brilliantly. When the song ended George turned to Marie from the piano.

"Miss Marie Louise, I love…"Marie held her breath "you're voice, it's stunning." Marie blushed.

"Thank you so much George." Marie smiled; she sat down in one of the study's chairs and sighed. George heard it and walked over, sitting across from her.

"What's wrong Miss Marie Louise?" Marie looked up; she became flushed, being this close to George.

"Well, you keep Calling me 'Miss Marie Louise' just call me Marie. Please?" George laughed.

"Anything you say Princess…I mean Marie." Marie smiled and tucked a lose strand of hair behind her ear. "But tell me what else is on your mind?"

"A dilemma. I have no clue what to tell this friend about her problem." George stopped to think more like debating weather or not this was a regular problem or one of those girl problems. He decided to take the chance and ask anyway.

"Why don't you tell me and maybe I can help." Marie looked a little surprised.

"Well, me friend, she loves this one guy, and well she wants to tell him more than anything but she's afraid that he will care more about the sake of his nation, I mean his ego then about her." The words tumbled from Marie's mouth. She looked up to George, if he caught the nation bit, he sure didn't show it.

"Wonder who this friend is? Wait…is she talking about herself? Holy French bread! She's talking about us! What to say, hmmmm…" George came out of thought. "Just tell this friend of yours that the guy probably likes her and is too afraid or doesn't know how to say he loves, I mean likes her back. Take Domon for example, he waited till she got taken away from him, because he didn't know how to say he felt. Luckily he got her back" George smiled, and then just realized the same thing could happen if he didn't tell Marie the same thing. He decided to tell her at a more appropriate time. Marie stood up. George rose at the same time.

"I'm going to to take a walk," Marie said.

"Allow me escort you." George smiled. They stepped towards the door; George held it open for her. As Marie stepped into the hall she blushed, this chain of events was a bit different to say the least.

When they finally got to the courtyard, it was already mid-day. George and Marie walked through the rose garden [surprise surprise!]. The strolled silently, George pondering how to tell Marie that he loved her, and Marie wondering what suddenly got into George that made him care.

George turned to Marie suddenly, they both stopped. He held up her hands.

"Miss Marie how long have I been in your service?"

"Forever, why do you ask George?" Marie's cheeks took on the color of roses surrounding them. "This is just like my dream!" She thought.

"Well I… I" George stuttered. Marie felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck and collapsed. George caught her.

"OH NO! MARIE LOUISE!"

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Muwahahahahahahahaha *cough cough* I love cliff hangers and this is one of the pathetic attempts to get you people to R/R please and arigatou!!!!!