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By kira
For Vexed, who wanted some HRE & Chibitalia…
Holy Roman Empire sat on the garden bench, watching the little maid Chibitalia chasing butterflies. Her laughter was infectious and he could not help smiling at her antics. He waved shyly at her, his cheeks a bright pink, when she turned and smiled at him. He thought she was the cutest thing he had ever seen and he never tired of her company, even if she drove him to distraction. He just could not help it, he found her simply adorable. The sound of a horse and rider approaching brought a halt to her play and Holy Roman Empire frowned. Annoyed, he looked over his shoulder to see who was coming.
“Hey, kleine Brüder!” Prussia called out as he raced towards them.
“Your brother’s home!” Chibitalia cried as she came over to stand next to her friend.
“Yeah…” Holy Roman Empire sighed. Prussia had a way of monopolizing his friend which he did not like.
Prussia slowed his horse to a walk as he approached. Reining his war stallion in, he stopped and dismounted. “Kleine Brüder, Fräulein Chibitalia,” he said as he removed his hat and bowed.
“Brüder.” Holy Roman Empire nodded curtly.
Prussia grinned. “And how is everyone today?” he asked, pointedly ignoring his younger brother. He winked at Chibitalia, flirting shamelessly with her as a way of teasing his younger brother. Sticking his hand in his pocket, he fished something out of it.
“Fine!” Chibitalia giggled. “I was playing with the butterflies.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded.
“Did you chase butterflies too, kleine Brüder?”
“No,” Holy Rome said. He had better things to do with his time than act silly. But if Chibitalia wanted to act silly… well, somehow whenever she did it, it was cute and not foolish at all.
Prussia shrugged. Turning his attention back to Chibitalia, he asked, “Would you like some sweets? I saw them when I was in Venice and I thought you might like them.” He held out a small paper cone filled with confetti.
“Can I, Signore Prussia?” she asked. When he nodded, she took one. Giggling, she popped the candied almond in her mouth. “Grazie!”
“Prego,” he replied in Italian. “And you, kleine Brüder? Would you like some too?”
“Danke…” Holy Roman Empire reached for one. He popped it his mouth and slowly chewed it. “What were you doing in Venice?”
“This and that... ” Prussia said vaguely. “Mostly I was learning Italian from the local girls.” He winked at his brother, who got his meaning and blushed. Prussia helped himself to more confetti, sharing it with Chibitalia. “What were you up to while I was gone?”
“Nothing.” Holy Roman Empire felt his cheeks heating up again.
Prussia raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth pulling upwards into a smirk. “I see…” he said, looking pointed at Chibitalia.
“She’s just my friend, Brüder,” Holy Roma Empire said in German.
“You want my unbiased opinion?”
“No.”
“What’s he saying, Holy Rome? Chibitalia asked. She was learning a bit of German from him and Austria, but the brothers were speaking too fast for her to understand more than a few words.
“Nothing, he was just telling something about his trip. Some things are not good for a lady to hear.”
Chibitalia’s eyes went wide. “Oh…” she said, her mouth a tiny O that Holy Roman Empire found adorable.
Prussia chuckled. “You’ve got it bad, kleine Brüder.” He snorted at the murderous look his younger brother gave him. “Come, let’s go back to the house, before Herr Austria comes looking for us.” He turned to Chibitalia, “Would you like to ride on my horse, Fräulein?”
“Can I?” Her eyes went wide. The horse may have been big, but he reminded her of her grandfather’s horse and Chibitalia was not in the least bit afraid.
“Prussia! That’s a war stallion!”
“So?”
The horse blew out through his nose and shook his head. Lowering his head, he nosed Prussia’s back.
“Hey! Stop that, Kriegsherr!”
Holy Roman Empire snickered. “Looks like your horse is smarter than you are, Brüder.” He reached out to grab the horse’s bridle, but the stallion shied away from him.
“Careful, Brüderlein!” Prussia grabbed his horse’s bridle, and rubbing the soft velvety nose, he spoke softly to him in German. The horse whinnied in reply. “He’ll behave now. So do you still want a ride, Fräulein Chibitalia?”
Chibitalia giggled. “Per favore, Signore Prussia!”
“You’re not afraid?” Holy Roman Empire said, a mix of amazement and admiration shining in his eyes.
“No.” She shook her head. “He’s like my Nonno Roma’s horse. He used take me and my brother for rides all the time when we were little.” Chibitalia smiled at him.
Holy Roman Empire blushed. He averted his eyes, but unable to keep from looking at her, he glanced back in her direction. “Yeah?”
“Uh-hunh!” she said, nodding.
“Oh…” Holy Roman Empire thought she looked adorable with the way her stray little curl bobbed up and down. He sighed softly.
Prussia coughed. Kleine Brüder, you’ve got it bad…
The young countries looked over at him. “What?” Holy Roman Empire asked.
“It’s time to go.” He bent, and putting his hands around Chibitalia’s waist he lifted her up and set her gently in the saddle. “Here, hold onto the reins like a good horsewoman, Fräulein.” He smiled at her and she giggled as she as she took hold of the reins. Prussia spoke softly to his horse, and taking hold of the bridle, he began leading the horse towards the manor house. “Don’t just stand there, kleine Brüder, it’s time to go.”
Holy Roman Empire scowled at him, before hurrying after them. Why do you always have to spoil my fun with her, Brüder? Can’t you see she’s my friend? Why don’t you go bother Fräulein Hungary? I’m sure she’d love it if you did…
“Signore Prussia, I took good care of your bird for you like you asked,” Chibitalia said.
“Grazie mille! I was so worried about him.”
“He was singing so prettily the other day, Signore!”
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “I also drew his picture for Holy Rome,” she said shyly.
“I’d love to see it, kleine Brüder,” Prussia said to the sullen figure that trailed along behind them. “You’re such good artist, Fraulein! I wish I could draw half as well as you.” He smiled.
Chibitalia giggled. “Holy Rome says the same thing.”
Prussia laughed. “Does he now?”
“Uh-hunh!” She thought it over. “I know! I can give you drawing lessons too!”
“I’d love that, Fräulein, but I’m only going to be here for a short while.” When she looked sad, he added, “As a soldier, I have to go where I’m needed, but if it’ll make you happy, we can start tomorrow.”
“Okay! It’ll be so much fun! There’s a bunny in the back garden…”
Holy Roman Empire listened to their exchange and sighed. Now his stupid brother was getting her to do all the things with him that he liked to do with her and considered their special time together. He angrily kicked at the stones on the path leading to the stables. Dummkopf! Why couldn’t you stay in Venice with your idiot friends!!
As they entered the stable yard, Prussia called out for a stable boy to come take care of his horse. While they waited, he took Chibitalia down from the saddle, setting her gently on the ground.
“Grazie, Signore Prussia,” she said sweetly.
“You’re welcome, Fräulein.” Prussia smiled. “Kleine Brüder, it doesn’t look if anyone’s here. So why don’t you go see if you can find someone to take care of my horse.” Without waiting for a reply, he headed towards the main house, Chibitalia in tow.
Holy Roman Empire wanted to scream in frustration. How dare his idiot brother treat him like he was his personal valet. He was just as important if not more so than that ox and yet, here he was running around the stables like an idiot, looking for the good for nothing oafs who were supposed to be at his beck and call.
Once the horse was taken care of, he stalked towards the house, bristling with anger at his brother’s antics. Once he got his hands on the idiot, he vowed to let him know exactly how he felt about the way he always ordered him about as well as tell him in no uncertain terms to leave Fräulein Chibitalia alone. At that point he did care if it offended Herr Austria’s sensibilities or not. He was the one who was supposed to be in charge, not that prissy old fool.
By the time he had located his brother in the main parlor, his anger had cooled some and he could not help smiling. There was his brother, his muddy boots propped up on the delicately carved tea table, and one of the dogs was lying next to him on the silk covered sofa. Herr Austria would have a stroke if he could see you, Brüder!
“There you are! Come sit down, I want to talk to you,” Prussia said as he indicated the sofa across from him.
Holy Roman Empire came over and flopped down on the sofa. “What do you want?” he sullenly asked.
“I want to give you my humble and unbiased opinion, kleine Brüder.”
Holy Roman Empire folded his arms across his chest as he made a little sound of disbelief.
Treating him as if he had his rapt attention, Prussia continued, “The fräulein is very cute, I can see why you like her and want to annex her territory,” he chuckled softly when he brother blushed, “I would too, if I was you, but I’m not.” He smirked.
“Your point, Brüder?”
“It’s okay to like her, kleine Brüder, and if you did annex her territories, she’d be a lot stronger too.” Prussia couldn’t help smirking at his younger brother’s discomfiture. “You know she has a sister.”
Holy Roman Empire nodded. “And?”
“She lives with my friend, Spain.” He chuckled. “She’s cute and very sassy too. She’s always bossing him around. I’d say you got the gentler of the two.” Prussia winked.
“If you want my unbiased opinion-” Holy Roman Empire began when his brother cut him off midsentence.
“Please!”
“She’s very sweet…”
“And…?” Prussia prompted. “Do you like her?”
Holy Roman Empire glared at him. “Of course I like her, dummkopf! She’s my friend and one is supposed to like one’s friends.” He looked away and back. “I just have no desire to annex her territories,” he said softly as they both knew that was a blatant lie.
“Sure, you don’t!” Prussia said. He had the feeling Chibitalia would easily hand them over to his brother, just for the asking; anyone else would have to fight her for them. After seeing the glare his brother leveled at him, he wisely kept that opinion to himself. “I think you should tell her how you feel, kleine Brüder.”
“I don’t care what you think!”
“There, there now, no need to get up in arms over it,” Austria said as he entered the room, followed by Chibitalia. “And for heaven’s sake, Prussia, get your feet off the furniture,” he said tiredly. “You can put tea down once my friend here gets his dirty feet off the table, Chibitalia,” he added. “We’ll serve ourselves, thank you.”
Prussia immediately put his feet down. “My apologies, Herr Austria.” He winked at the little maid as he hastily wiped the table and she giggled. “By the way, where’s my little Gilbert? I miss him and my brother doesn’t seem to know where he is.”
“If you had asked me, Brüder, I would have told you,” Holy Roman Empire said testily.
“I know, but this way I can catch up on what’s been going in my absence with my friend. Now if you’ll excuse us,” Prussia said as he grabbed Austria by the arm and all but dragged him from the room.
“Only you would be arrogant enough to name your pet after yourself!” they heard Austria say followed by his brother’s laugh, before the sound of their footsteps retreated down the hall.
Chibitalia set the tea tray down. Straightening up, she smiled at him. “Would you like me to pour you a cup?”
Holy Roman Empire nodded. Unable to help himself, he watched as she picked up the teapot, pouring the hot amber liquid into one of the cups. After setting the teapot down, she handed the teacup, now sitting on a matching saucer, to him. “Danke.”
“Prego…”
As he sipped his tea, they let the silence stretch between them. They were in love with each other; although, Chibitalia was not as shy about showing it. She stood there, waiting for his next command, studying his face, the set of his shoulders, the size of his hands around the cup, committing it all to memory. Tonight, when her chores were finished, she would sit down and sketch him on a sheet of paper with a piece of charcoal. She planned on surprising him with his portrait in the morning. Chibitalia smiled when she thought about delighted he would be when she gave it to him. She knew he would hang it up somewhere in his room the way he did all the other pieces of art she had made for him. She smiled when she recalled the time she had a bad dream and crawled into bed with him during the night only to wake up in the morning to find her art all over his room.
Holy Roman Empire felt her staring and he knew his cheeks were heating up, but instead of storming off all flustered by it, he stayed put. He sipped his tea; glad she was his friend, and he wondered not for the first time what it was she saw in him. She was affectionate by nature, but he had recently noticed that the way she looked at him was different from everyone else. He wished he was brave enough to tell her how he felt as he was unsure if she was aware that he returned her feelings in kind. When he looked up at her to ask for more tea and saw her smile, he felt his heart fluttering in his chest as his lips curved upwards in a faint smile. When she smiled back at him, he knew in that instant that she did and it made him very happy.
By kira
For Vexed, who wanted some HRE & Chibitalia…
Holy Roman Empire sat on the garden bench, watching the little maid Chibitalia chasing butterflies. Her laughter was infectious and he could not help smiling at her antics. He waved shyly at her, his cheeks a bright pink, when she turned and smiled at him. He thought she was the cutest thing he had ever seen and he never tired of her company, even if she drove him to distraction. He just could not help it, he found her simply adorable. The sound of a horse and rider approaching brought a halt to her play and Holy Roman Empire frowned. Annoyed, he looked over his shoulder to see who was coming.
“Hey, kleine Brüder!” Prussia called out as he raced towards them.
“Your brother’s home!” Chibitalia cried as she came over to stand next to her friend.
“Yeah…” Holy Roman Empire sighed. Prussia had a way of monopolizing his friend which he did not like.
Prussia slowed his horse to a walk as he approached. Reining his war stallion in, he stopped and dismounted. “Kleine Brüder, Fräulein Chibitalia,” he said as he removed his hat and bowed.
“Brüder.” Holy Roman Empire nodded curtly.
Prussia grinned. “And how is everyone today?” he asked, pointedly ignoring his younger brother. He winked at Chibitalia, flirting shamelessly with her as a way of teasing his younger brother. Sticking his hand in his pocket, he fished something out of it.
“Fine!” Chibitalia giggled. “I was playing with the butterflies.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded.
“Did you chase butterflies too, kleine Brüder?”
“No,” Holy Rome said. He had better things to do with his time than act silly. But if Chibitalia wanted to act silly… well, somehow whenever she did it, it was cute and not foolish at all.
Prussia shrugged. Turning his attention back to Chibitalia, he asked, “Would you like some sweets? I saw them when I was in Venice and I thought you might like them.” He held out a small paper cone filled with confetti.
“Can I, Signore Prussia?” she asked. When he nodded, she took one. Giggling, she popped the candied almond in her mouth. “Grazie!”
“Prego,” he replied in Italian. “And you, kleine Brüder? Would you like some too?”
“Danke…” Holy Roman Empire reached for one. He popped it his mouth and slowly chewed it. “What were you doing in Venice?”
“This and that... ” Prussia said vaguely. “Mostly I was learning Italian from the local girls.” He winked at his brother, who got his meaning and blushed. Prussia helped himself to more confetti, sharing it with Chibitalia. “What were you up to while I was gone?”
“Nothing.” Holy Roman Empire felt his cheeks heating up again.
Prussia raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth pulling upwards into a smirk. “I see…” he said, looking pointed at Chibitalia.
“She’s just my friend, Brüder,” Holy Roma Empire said in German.
“You want my unbiased opinion?”
“No.”
“What’s he saying, Holy Rome? Chibitalia asked. She was learning a bit of German from him and Austria, but the brothers were speaking too fast for her to understand more than a few words.
“Nothing, he was just telling something about his trip. Some things are not good for a lady to hear.”
Chibitalia’s eyes went wide. “Oh…” she said, her mouth a tiny O that Holy Roman Empire found adorable.
Prussia chuckled. “You’ve got it bad, kleine Brüder.” He snorted at the murderous look his younger brother gave him. “Come, let’s go back to the house, before Herr Austria comes looking for us.” He turned to Chibitalia, “Would you like to ride on my horse, Fräulein?”
“Can I?” Her eyes went wide. The horse may have been big, but he reminded her of her grandfather’s horse and Chibitalia was not in the least bit afraid.
“Prussia! That’s a war stallion!”
“So?”
The horse blew out through his nose and shook his head. Lowering his head, he nosed Prussia’s back.
“Hey! Stop that, Kriegsherr!”
Holy Roman Empire snickered. “Looks like your horse is smarter than you are, Brüder.” He reached out to grab the horse’s bridle, but the stallion shied away from him.
“Careful, Brüderlein!” Prussia grabbed his horse’s bridle, and rubbing the soft velvety nose, he spoke softly to him in German. The horse whinnied in reply. “He’ll behave now. So do you still want a ride, Fräulein Chibitalia?”
Chibitalia giggled. “Per favore, Signore Prussia!”
“You’re not afraid?” Holy Roman Empire said, a mix of amazement and admiration shining in his eyes.
“No.” She shook her head. “He’s like my Nonno Roma’s horse. He used take me and my brother for rides all the time when we were little.” Chibitalia smiled at him.
Holy Roman Empire blushed. He averted his eyes, but unable to keep from looking at her, he glanced back in her direction. “Yeah?”
“Uh-hunh!” she said, nodding.
“Oh…” Holy Roman Empire thought she looked adorable with the way her stray little curl bobbed up and down. He sighed softly.
Prussia coughed. Kleine Brüder, you’ve got it bad…
The young countries looked over at him. “What?” Holy Roman Empire asked.
“It’s time to go.” He bent, and putting his hands around Chibitalia’s waist he lifted her up and set her gently in the saddle. “Here, hold onto the reins like a good horsewoman, Fräulein.” He smiled at her and she giggled as she as she took hold of the reins. Prussia spoke softly to his horse, and taking hold of the bridle, he began leading the horse towards the manor house. “Don’t just stand there, kleine Brüder, it’s time to go.”
Holy Roman Empire scowled at him, before hurrying after them. Why do you always have to spoil my fun with her, Brüder? Can’t you see she’s my friend? Why don’t you go bother Fräulein Hungary? I’m sure she’d love it if you did…
“Signore Prussia, I took good care of your bird for you like you asked,” Chibitalia said.
“Grazie mille! I was so worried about him.”
“He was singing so prettily the other day, Signore!”
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “I also drew his picture for Holy Rome,” she said shyly.
“I’d love to see it, kleine Brüder,” Prussia said to the sullen figure that trailed along behind them. “You’re such good artist, Fraulein! I wish I could draw half as well as you.” He smiled.
Chibitalia giggled. “Holy Rome says the same thing.”
Prussia laughed. “Does he now?”
“Uh-hunh!” She thought it over. “I know! I can give you drawing lessons too!”
“I’d love that, Fräulein, but I’m only going to be here for a short while.” When she looked sad, he added, “As a soldier, I have to go where I’m needed, but if it’ll make you happy, we can start tomorrow.”
“Okay! It’ll be so much fun! There’s a bunny in the back garden…”
Holy Roman Empire listened to their exchange and sighed. Now his stupid brother was getting her to do all the things with him that he liked to do with her and considered their special time together. He angrily kicked at the stones on the path leading to the stables. Dummkopf! Why couldn’t you stay in Venice with your idiot friends!!
As they entered the stable yard, Prussia called out for a stable boy to come take care of his horse. While they waited, he took Chibitalia down from the saddle, setting her gently on the ground.
“Grazie, Signore Prussia,” she said sweetly.
“You’re welcome, Fräulein.” Prussia smiled. “Kleine Brüder, it doesn’t look if anyone’s here. So why don’t you go see if you can find someone to take care of my horse.” Without waiting for a reply, he headed towards the main house, Chibitalia in tow.
Holy Roman Empire wanted to scream in frustration. How dare his idiot brother treat him like he was his personal valet. He was just as important if not more so than that ox and yet, here he was running around the stables like an idiot, looking for the good for nothing oafs who were supposed to be at his beck and call.
Once the horse was taken care of, he stalked towards the house, bristling with anger at his brother’s antics. Once he got his hands on the idiot, he vowed to let him know exactly how he felt about the way he always ordered him about as well as tell him in no uncertain terms to leave Fräulein Chibitalia alone. At that point he did care if it offended Herr Austria’s sensibilities or not. He was the one who was supposed to be in charge, not that prissy old fool.
By the time he had located his brother in the main parlor, his anger had cooled some and he could not help smiling. There was his brother, his muddy boots propped up on the delicately carved tea table, and one of the dogs was lying next to him on the silk covered sofa. Herr Austria would have a stroke if he could see you, Brüder!
“There you are! Come sit down, I want to talk to you,” Prussia said as he indicated the sofa across from him.
Holy Roman Empire came over and flopped down on the sofa. “What do you want?” he sullenly asked.
“I want to give you my humble and unbiased opinion, kleine Brüder.”
Holy Roman Empire folded his arms across his chest as he made a little sound of disbelief.
Treating him as if he had his rapt attention, Prussia continued, “The fräulein is very cute, I can see why you like her and want to annex her territory,” he chuckled softly when he brother blushed, “I would too, if I was you, but I’m not.” He smirked.
“Your point, Brüder?”
“It’s okay to like her, kleine Brüder, and if you did annex her territories, she’d be a lot stronger too.” Prussia couldn’t help smirking at his younger brother’s discomfiture. “You know she has a sister.”
Holy Roman Empire nodded. “And?”
“She lives with my friend, Spain.” He chuckled. “She’s cute and very sassy too. She’s always bossing him around. I’d say you got the gentler of the two.” Prussia winked.
“If you want my unbiased opinion-” Holy Roman Empire began when his brother cut him off midsentence.
“Please!”
“She’s very sweet…”
“And…?” Prussia prompted. “Do you like her?”
Holy Roman Empire glared at him. “Of course I like her, dummkopf! She’s my friend and one is supposed to like one’s friends.” He looked away and back. “I just have no desire to annex her territories,” he said softly as they both knew that was a blatant lie.
“Sure, you don’t!” Prussia said. He had the feeling Chibitalia would easily hand them over to his brother, just for the asking; anyone else would have to fight her for them. After seeing the glare his brother leveled at him, he wisely kept that opinion to himself. “I think you should tell her how you feel, kleine Brüder.”
“I don’t care what you think!”
“There, there now, no need to get up in arms over it,” Austria said as he entered the room, followed by Chibitalia. “And for heaven’s sake, Prussia, get your feet off the furniture,” he said tiredly. “You can put tea down once my friend here gets his dirty feet off the table, Chibitalia,” he added. “We’ll serve ourselves, thank you.”
Prussia immediately put his feet down. “My apologies, Herr Austria.” He winked at the little maid as he hastily wiped the table and she giggled. “By the way, where’s my little Gilbert? I miss him and my brother doesn’t seem to know where he is.”
“If you had asked me, Brüder, I would have told you,” Holy Roman Empire said testily.
“I know, but this way I can catch up on what’s been going in my absence with my friend. Now if you’ll excuse us,” Prussia said as he grabbed Austria by the arm and all but dragged him from the room.
“Only you would be arrogant enough to name your pet after yourself!” they heard Austria say followed by his brother’s laugh, before the sound of their footsteps retreated down the hall.
Chibitalia set the tea tray down. Straightening up, she smiled at him. “Would you like me to pour you a cup?”
Holy Roman Empire nodded. Unable to help himself, he watched as she picked up the teapot, pouring the hot amber liquid into one of the cups. After setting the teapot down, she handed the teacup, now sitting on a matching saucer, to him. “Danke.”
“Prego…”
As he sipped his tea, they let the silence stretch between them. They were in love with each other; although, Chibitalia was not as shy about showing it. She stood there, waiting for his next command, studying his face, the set of his shoulders, the size of his hands around the cup, committing it all to memory. Tonight, when her chores were finished, she would sit down and sketch him on a sheet of paper with a piece of charcoal. She planned on surprising him with his portrait in the morning. Chibitalia smiled when she thought about delighted he would be when she gave it to him. She knew he would hang it up somewhere in his room the way he did all the other pieces of art she had made for him. She smiled when she recalled the time she had a bad dream and crawled into bed with him during the night only to wake up in the morning to find her art all over his room.
Holy Roman Empire felt her staring and he knew his cheeks were heating up, but instead of storming off all flustered by it, he stayed put. He sipped his tea; glad she was his friend, and he wondered not for the first time what it was she saw in him. She was affectionate by nature, but he had recently noticed that the way she looked at him was different from everyone else. He wished he was brave enough to tell her how he felt as he was unsure if she was aware that he returned her feelings in kind. When he looked up at her to ask for more tea and saw her smile, he felt his heart fluttering in his chest as his lips curved upwards in a faint smile. When she smiled back at him, he knew in that instant that she did and it made him very happy.
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Date: 2012-08-15 10:16 pm (UTC)I love it. I love how sweet and bashful HRE is. I just love him and you painted i such a cute light.
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Date: 2012-08-15 11:09 pm (UTC)YAY!! I'm sooo glad that you do, vexed!
Thanks! *blushes*
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