Hello... long time no see, eh? I'm very sorry that I haven't been updating of recent... I have no exuses, so all I will/can say is that I am sorry. Please forgive me?
On other news... I'm going to Crete next tuesday. More than likely, I won't be able to get internet connection for the week. The good news about this is that I am taking my netbook with me, so I will try to write some new chapters :)
So... without further ado the newest chapter of Broken Berlin
Grabbing the injured reluctant German's hand, I start to drag him to the bathroom down the hall. I feel a strange tingle trickle up my arm and my stomach starts jumping around like part of a rave; I don't understand what the hell is wrong with me. Ludwig trips and stumbles a few times, thankfully not loosing his balance completely otherwise I would be trapped between the wooden floor and Lud-
'NO!' I mentally scold myself 'Don't you dare finishing that train of thought'
Gently, I open the door to the bathroom and push Ludwig down onto the edge of the copper bath. As I turn back to fetch my first aid kit, I turn back to the kraut and point a finger at him, face not betraying the torrent of opposing emotions underneath.
"Stay" And with that, I walk away. Going back the way I had just come, I pop my head into my office. Shaking my head and allowing myself a smile as I stare at the antique vase, now full of beautiful red and white roses. Quickly, I step inside and breathe in the relaxing aroma of the roses. Buried within the lush green stems is a note. Slowly, careful not to catch my hand of the thorns, I pull out the note.
To find the most beautiful roses, you must brave its thorns.
Good luck with Mr Germany
Harrison
P.S. There is wurst in the pantry.
"God damned moron" I mutter good naturedly. I replace the note in its original place, and then continue down the hall to get the first aid kit. Once in my hands, I hurry back to the injured blonde in my bathroom. Like the gentleman I am, I knock on the door and wait for an affirming noise from the other side.
"Yeah Arthur, come in. It's your house after all" I open the door and place the kit on the toilet seat cover.
"I was just being polite" I grumble, this makes the normally uptight German burst into laughter – which quickly turn to coughs. My brow – and "enormous" eyebrows – furrow with worry.
Mutely, I get to work on cleaning the German's wounds. I work my way down; starting with the ones on his face and neck, then to his shoulder. While I swab away any blood, I feel Germany's head fall to rest on my shoulder. Shocked by this extremely out of character display of affection, I stiffen… then melt and softly stroke is hair.
'As soft as down feathers' I note.
TBC
Thank you for reading the latest chapter, please review... It'll help me write the next chapter quicker.