[fic] ... I don't even know
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moonsheenSo, one of the things I haven't mentioned on this journal is that I caught the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hetalia bug some time ago. I'm really still not sure if this fandom counts as a special sort of RPS or not.
“Stop there.”
He did, goggling like a boy from the door. His head grazed the door-frame as he shuffled quickly back into the room. Catherine stood on her toes, frowned, and dropped back down. It was a somewhat futile effort. He was three heads taller than her.
“You will just have to come down here,” she said to him. “Your collar is all wrong.”
He knelt. She put him in order. Fixing the clasps he’d missed with his clumsy hands and reaching to smooth down his hair. This was all right, she said, but she wanted to be sure it stayed in place. “You must look perfect,” she said, combing it with her fingers. She’d removed her rings. “So that I may show you off. And when I am done with you shall be better groomed than France and Prussia both.”
His brows arched high. “You think so, Ekaterina?” and he asked it with such wonderment that Catherine bit her lip. “You laugh. But you thought me shabby, when you came to me. A shabby peasant, you said. You see? I do remember things.”
“Because I was young and straight from Friedrich’s court. I did not know you so well, then.” She composed herself, plucking at one of the shoulders of his suit. She had to reach a bit for this, as his shoulders were very broad. “And anyway you thought me a skinny little Prussian doll.”
“I did not know you so well either.” It was his turn to chuckle, a low thrumming thing that came from deep in his chest. “Anyway now you are one of mine. Do you think I am handsome now, Ekaterina?”
He asked with such earnestness that Catherine wound up ruining his hair herself when she put her hands in it, fondly. “Yes,” she promised him. “You are very handsome. But more importantly you are strong. And we will show France and Prussia how very strong and handsome you are.” She tipped her head to the side thoughtfully. “But I will have someone powder your face.”
He frowned. “That makes me sneeze.”
“I know,” she said. “But the King of Prussia will be wearing much more.”
hetalia bug some time ago. I'm really still not sure if this fandom counts as a special sort of RPS or not. “Stop there.”
He did, goggling like a boy from the door. His head grazed the door-frame as he shuffled quickly back into the room. Catherine stood on her toes, frowned, and dropped back down. It was a somewhat futile effort. He was three heads taller than her.
“You will just have to come down here,” she said to him. “Your collar is all wrong.”
He knelt. She put him in order. Fixing the clasps he’d missed with his clumsy hands and reaching to smooth down his hair. This was all right, she said, but she wanted to be sure it stayed in place. “You must look perfect,” she said, combing it with her fingers. She’d removed her rings. “So that I may show you off. And when I am done with you shall be better groomed than France and Prussia both.”
His brows arched high. “You think so, Ekaterina?” and he asked it with such wonderment that Catherine bit her lip. “You laugh. But you thought me shabby, when you came to me. A shabby peasant, you said. You see? I do remember things.”
“Because I was young and straight from Friedrich’s court. I did not know you so well, then.” She composed herself, plucking at one of the shoulders of his suit. She had to reach a bit for this, as his shoulders were very broad. “And anyway you thought me a skinny little Prussian doll.”
“I did not know you so well either.” It was his turn to chuckle, a low thrumming thing that came from deep in his chest. “Anyway now you are one of mine. Do you think I am handsome now, Ekaterina?”
He asked with such earnestness that Catherine wound up ruining his hair herself when she put her hands in it, fondly. “Yes,” she promised him. “You are very handsome. But more importantly you are strong. And we will show France and Prussia how very strong and handsome you are.” She tipped her head to the side thoughtfully. “But I will have someone powder your face.”
He frowned. “That makes me sneeze.”
“I know,” she said. “But the King of Prussia will be wearing much more.”
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Date: 2009-01-02 02:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-02 04:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-02 05:29 pm (UTC)omg, this. Russia's voice is perfect. He's so sweet and earnest, but still wise. And OH, CATHERINE. ♥
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Date: 2009-01-02 08:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-03 04:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-30 06:11 pm (UTC)Now we need fic them at one of Catherine's crossdressing balls.
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Date: 2009-04-30 06:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-01 08:21 pm (UTC)I adore pre-Revolution Russia. And seeing him interact with Catherine - mmmh, yes! ♥ Thank you, it was a lovely read.
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Date: 2009-07-16 06:33 pm (UTC)I read and got inspiration for a pic. Hereby I credit you as a muse.
http://ivaka.deviantart.com/art/We-Understand-Each-Other-127507416