Roses- PruAusIt was a completely normal day; no special occasions, no anything. Which was exactly why Gilbert Beilschmidt was walking down the street with a bouquet of roses. To Gilbert it felt odd to be walking around with all these roses on a normal day, but Spain was never wrong when it came to relationships."You're expected to be romantic on the important days, so if you really want to impress someone, you have to be romantic on normal days too!"Just as Gilbert suspected, Roderich wasn't home yet. Unlocking the door, he began to put his plan into action. He should have just enough time to prepare everything.Roderich sighed as he slowly made his way home. It had been a long day and he was aching all over. On the bright side, at least he wasn't hungry. The meeting had lasted so much longer than planned that they finished discussing it over dinner. As Roderich was about to unlock the door, he noticed something on the top step. It was a red rose with a ribbon tied around it. He wondered w
CopenhagenLet’s meet again in an alternate universewhere your eyes are brown and I dyed my hair blackbecause I hated being a natural blue.I’ll teach you to play guitarand you’ll show me how to fly,scholars caught in an intellectual love affair,a tandem bike going nowhere.I’ll know you by the gentlenessof your fingertips and you’ll needno identifier but the slant of my handwriting,because, world to world, some things don’t change.
Romano x Belgium ~Unintended~~Unintended~“Dammit!”Lovino had been saying that word a lot recently—along with many other swear words. He couldn’t understand it: how in the world did all the other bastards make such a perfect chocolate with nothing more than a few chocolate morsels, a mold, and a few little colors?Every year. Every damn year on the same day, he would see everyone give out little gifts to Bella for her birthday. She was a kind woman, always remembering the special occasions and inviting everyone to celebrate her own country’s events. She had been good to Lovino when he was young. The least he could do was repay her for everything that she had done. But this chocolate! This damn chocolate!“Where the hell is that stupid brother of mine when I need him?” Lovino angrily muttered to himself as he trashed another batch of ruined chocolates. They all had been hit and misses: some of them didn’t melt all the way so they left chunks in the molds; some of the
Ice Cream- PruAusIt had to be a hundred degrees outside on that sunny August day. Both Roderich and Gilbert were wearing as few clothes as they could possibly get away with in public, but they were still sweating. Going to the park had definitely not been a good idea."I'm dying out here!" Gilbert announced, wiping sweat off his face with his shirt. Before Roderich could remind him that going out had been his idea, Gilbert spotted an ice cream truck and several trees. "Let's go get ice cream. We can sit in the shade for awhile."Roderich wasn't a big fan of ice cream, but shade and cold liquids sounded very inviting. He didn't protest as Gilbert led him to the street. "Um..." Nothing looked very good to the Austrian.Gilbert seemed to be having the same problem. "Worst ice cream ever!" he complained, although he knew it was their only option. "I guess I'll just have a vanilla cone. What do you want, Roddy?""Do you have strawberry?" Roderich asked the bored looking man, who nodded. He handed the two me