Sequel
Author Note: I just had to write one, seeing how many nice comments I got at lj :D. (Please visit me there, too ~)
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23 January 2003, forty years and a day later
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It was earlier morning; hoarfrost had covered most of the banks and shields on the train station and little white clouds raised into the cold air when France exhaled his warm breath long enough.
The cold seeped into his body and made the hangover he had from yesterday not better in the least.
They had celebrated until late past midnight, at the beginning of the evening in company of their bosses and later on alone in a cosy bar in Berlin.
It had been a lot of fun, although he hadn't managed to get Ludwig on the dance floor – not even with the reward of beer on his account.
With Gilbert tugging along later on, their little party had ended in a drinking contest and a lot of singing, a mix of German, English and French.
How they got back to Germany's house, neither of them could answer truly but Ludwig had insisted that Francis stayed over night and naturally, he wasn't one to decline such an offer.
Although Gilbert had grumbled and protested to share a bed with his brother so that they didn't have to prepare a guest room, all had ended up in on room anyway, thanks to alcohol-fogged brains and an urgent wish to cuddle.
Now they were waiting for Francis's train to arrive.
Gilbert had declined to send him of; he had turned over and fallen asleep soon after again, not bothered by Ludwig's and his departure.
So typically rude of him!
Speaking of his better half, Ludwig stood only a few metres away from the Frenchman, intently studying one of the messenger boards of the station to see when the train should arrive.
"Typisch Deutsche Bahn," he muttered with a glare at the schedule and turned around to face Francis.
"It seems that we will have to wait a little longer, they presently have trouble because of road-works on the rails. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. It's not your fault, non?," Francis advised him with a wink.
"Will it take long?"
Ludwig looked up at the clock, then back to the schedule before he shrugged helplessly. "Perhaps half an hour if we're lucky?"
Groaning, Francis pulled his jacket closer, already feeling like an ice block.
And then, a sudden idea struck him as he noticed Ludwig's very warm and full-sized looking coat.
"Louis, do something, il fait vraiment froid!," he whined, hoping to provoke a particular reaction.
Ludwig sighed, looked at him, looked at the ground then at the clock and then back at him.
To finally open his coat in slow-motion.
He was so predictable sometimes. Francis grinned.
But that was the nice thing about him; he could never say 'no' if you knew how to ask him.
Before the German could struggle out of his cloth, Francis stood in front of him and snuggled up against the warm which radiated from his chest.
Sooo nice ~
"Wa – Francis!"
Not letting himself be stopped from his goal, Francis only pressed his body closer to Ludwig's, a feeling of warm, secure and peace calming his headache.
They should have become friends a lot earlier, in comparison to his other allies he had had over the centuries the German was a lucky strike – even though he had been a frightening opponent in war.
But as companion he was truly a wonderful catch. Sometimes he was too serious and only with some alcohol did his dutiful manners slip away, but otherwise he was very patient, easy to tease and occasionally just a way too adorable.
Francis sunk his cold nose into the small hollow where the shoulder and the throat meet and relaxed.
Ludwig smelt like his country did, after wood and grass, rivers and flowers, industry and highways and fresh breed and beer.
Resting his head on the taller nation's shoulder, Francis closed his eyes and wrapped his arms with a firm grip around Ludwig's abdomen to signal that he would stay where he was right now.
He heard a sigh next to his ear and then he felt clothes being tucked in behind his back until heat washed over him in soft waves.
Ita-chan didn't lie when he never could stop praising his friend's calm and gentle nature.
"How sneaky," Ludwig muttered in a quiet voice and put his chin carefully on Francis's head.
That lured a smile on the Frenchman's face and with a naughty grin he quickly pinched the blonds' bottom.
"Hey!"
"Couldn't resist ~," he answered back but shortly afterwards gave Ludwig an apologetic kiss on the temple. This created a cute blush on the German's cheeks and made Francis smile in an unusual moment of happiness.
Really, they should have ended their hereditary enmity way sooner!
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