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Post by Lilli on Jun 9, 2012 14:03:44 GMT -5
Uhhh. I don't usually write fanfics.
But when I do I'll post them here.
Just to note, my fics aren't everyone's cup of tea, so...
Anyway, I'll post the one's I've written. Enjoy!
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Post by Lilli on Jun 9, 2012 14:11:57 GMT -5
Title: Surprise Characters: NyoLiechtenstein(Leon), Andorra and Spain Pairings: SpaLeoDorra, SpUK
Leon wasn’t sure how it happened, but somewhere along the way, things changed between Andorra, Antonio and himself.
All of it started with the presents that Andorra began to send him and it only became more confusing from there. The mixed signals Leon was getting from the other was enough to drive the blond mad. He repeatedly put Leon down and said that those fake feelings were gone. Yet, the conversation they had before Andorra left for Russia was pleasant and almost a little flirtatious, with promises of stamps and postcards from the older nation and his own promises of sweaters and chocolate in return. Leon was unprepared, however, for the gifts that Andorra actually sent him.
First came the puppy, then the cell phone. Valentine’s Day was no different. A beautiful crown showed up at his door. Andorra, of course, claimed not to know who sent it, but deep inside Leon knew it was him. It made him so very suspicious of the other man. When he turned to Antonio for help, the Spaniard simply grinned knowingly and told him that it was probably from a secret admirer.
The breakup of Arthur and Antonio over a simple pair of panties came after Valentine’s Day, and while Antonio seemed very upset, Leon noticed he bounced back from it quicker than expected. It didn’t help that those panties looked exactly like ones that he owned. Leon couldn’t help but wonder if Andorra stole them for the sole purpose of trying to set Antonio up. Something odd was happening, but he couldn’t figure out what.
Week after week, he was showered with gifts. Books, flowers, more crowns, and even clothes were sent to him, all packaged in neat little boxes. The clothes and books he knew came from Andorra. The crowns never had a return address and the flowers were always sent to the chocolate shop. But Leon didn’t dare let himself hope. He was much too afraid to trust Andorra, knowing just how cruel Andorra could be. After every marked package that showed up at his doorstep, Leon waited for the cruel joke that would follow. But none ever came.
Confused, Leon turned to the only person who seemed to know Andorra better than himself. Antonio, however, just smiled and kissed his cheek and told him not to worry about such things. Antonio’s actions only confused him even more, but Leon was smart enough to know the older nation was hiding something. What though, was something he just couldn’t figure out.
A month before his birthday, the gifts completely stopped arriving. Leon’s heart sunk, and he wondered if it was all just a cruel trick after all. He’d so wanted things to finally go right for him. The gifts gave him something to look forward to every week. But now that they’d stopped, he was left with that sad, lonely feeling once more. Even though he was so disappointed, he tried to smile through it all.
Two days before his birthday, a tiny envelope showed up in his mailbox. It was a simple, white envelope with nothing on it, no stamp nor even his name. Upon opening the envelope, he found a round trip plane ticket to his most favorite vacation spot, Seychelles. It was a curious thing, but Leon simply chalked it up to one of his siblings and rushed off to hurriedly pack for his upcoming trip. After his disappointment earlier in the month, he was quite happy to be going somewhere to take his mind off of things. Once Verena came over to house sit and take care of his precious pets, Leon was all set to leave for his vacation. He couldn’t wait to feel the warmth and have the sand between his toes once more. Thoughts of how lovely the trip was going to be comforted Leon throughout the long plane ride. Even though he’d traveled around the world, planes were still his least favorite mode of travel.
There was a car waiting for him at the airport when the plane landed in Seychelles. It was a curious thing, since he had completely forgotten to arrange one for himself. Nevertheless, he was thrilled with his stroke of good luck and happily allowed the driver to take his bags as he climbed into the back seat. The ride to his vacation home was a pleasant one, but the driver was strangely mum on the subject of how the car had known to pick him up. The driver had also already been paid, and made this fact known once he pulled into the driveway of Leon’s home. It confused Leon and made him suspicious, but the blond simply took his bags up the stairs to his front door without any fuss.
Leon dropped his things by the door upon entering his home, planning on relaxing first and unpacking later. Though, it didn’t take Leon long to figure out something was off. The smell of something delicious was wafting out from the kitchen, mixed with the fragrance of sweet smelling flowers that seemed to come from the living room. Curiously, Leon peeked into the kitchen. Nothing was there, so he crept towards the living room.
His mouth dropped open in shock upon entering the living room. Vases full of flowers covered the tables. Piles of presents were stacked in the corners of the room. Though, the biggest surprises sat side by side on the couch. Andorra looked like his usual grumpy self and Antonio was all smiles. Squealing, Leon happily launched himself at the other nations, hugging them happily. All of this, the presents, the flowers; was all for him. It made his heart soar.
“Thank you…thank you so much.” Leon kissed Andorra’s cheek and then Spain’s. For once, Andorra didn’t shove him away. The older nation simply scoffed and allowed Leon to do as he pleased. Spain simply grinned and kissed his forehead. For Leon, it was the best birthday he had ever had. Yes, something had definitely changed between the three of them, but it was a wonderful change.
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Post by Lilli on Jun 11, 2012 22:03:38 GMT -5
Title: White Roses
Author: Me!
Characters: Leon (NyoLiech), Lorelei (Liechtenstein), Aric (HRE), Analiese (NyoHRE), Vasch (Switzerland) and Verena (NyoSwitzerland)
Mentions of: Roderich (Austria), Romy (NyoAustria), Gretchen (NyoPrussia), Gilbert (Prussia) and Feliciano (N.Italy)
Pairings: Leon/Analiese, Aric/Lorelei (one-sided), Aric/Verena
Warnings: Angst, MAJOR character death
Summary: No one forgets their first love. No one forgets their best friend. No one ever gets over the death of either.
Notes: I wrote this last night. I had the idea when I listened to “Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again” from the Phantom of the Opera and I listened to it on repeat while I wrote the fic.
The heavy wooden doors opened with a resounding bang. “Where is she?!” Twenty minutes ago Leon had been awoken by a servant who told him to get dressed and go Analiese’s room immediately. The young blond couldn’t help but be worried. Not long after Aric went off to fight, Analiese fell sick. It was a sign that things were not going as planned, though, he figured things hadn’t been okay for a while. A worried looking servant scrambled over to him, frowning deeply. “This way, sir. She’s…not doing well. That is why your sister sent for you.” She guided the young blond into a grand bedroom, decorated in soft blues and white.
A teary eyed Lorelei looked up at him from her chair next to the bed. “Leon…” Lorelei stood and rushed over to her other half, catching him in a hug, her breath hitching slightly. “She…She’s not getting any better. She’s getting worse…” Sighing, Leon wrapped and arm around his sister, reaching up to pet her braids comfortingly. “I know. But…but it’ll turn out. It has to.”
He looked over his sister’s shoulder, gazing at the girl on the bed. Analiese grew thinner by the day and nothing any one did helped. She looked nothing like the bright-eyed, quiet 16-year-old he met when he and his sister first arrived at the estate. Analiese wasn’t nearly as bratty and obnoxious as her brother, Aric, and warmly welcomed them on the first day, showing them around the estate. Shy, but friendly, she and Lorelei became fast friends, as did she and Leon. For the first fifty years, Leon developed a grand crush on the pretty girl, but knowing he had no chance, it turned into a strong and deep friendship, so much so that he determined that Analiese was his best friend. Analiese noticed him and spoke to him when no one else would. She brought him books, taught him to sew, and went riding with him. They were practically joined at the hip until Analiese fell sick. It all happened so suddenly and it made Leon wonder how things got so bad.
Analiese let out a soft groan and Lorelei pulled away from Leon to rush to her friend’s side. Lorelei rung out a rag and placed it on the older girl’s forehead. “She’s burning up. Leon… I…” Her voice cracked and she trailed off. If Analiese was this bad, what about Aric?
Leon stayed silent for a moment. “I know.” Lorelei didn’t think Analiese would make it through the night and, with the way things looked, Leon didn’t think she would either, “Lorelei… you should get some rest. I’ll stay up and watch her, alright?”
Lorelei gave him a hesitant look and remained silent for a few moments, “Alright… but I’ll be in her sitting room, so that if anything happens… I won’t be far.” Though hesitant to leave, she knew very well that her brother needed time alone with their friend to say his goodbyes, just in case. She’d said hers earlier before she called for Leon. Lorelei left the room with a soft sigh and made herself comfortable, or as comfortable as she could, on one of the couches in Lorelei’s parlor. Sleep would be difficult tonight.
Leon watched his sister leave with a frown. There was no doubt in his mind that she worried for Aric. He did too, to a certain extent. Sighing, he sat down in the chair his sister used to occupy and gently took Analiese’s hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. For a long time, he stayed silent, quietly reminiscing about the time they’d spent together and all the fun they’d had until Analiese stirred in her sleep. She made and uncomfortable little sound and opened her eyes a fraction. Her gaze met Leon’s and a small smile tugged at her chapped lips. “Lee…” Her voice was hoarse and nothing like its usual sweet tone. Leon managed to smile back, though tears stung his eyes, “Ana… I… I..” She just continued to smile, “I know. Me too.” The girl sighed, though it turned into a wheeze, and close her eyes once more, “Stay?” Leon bit his lip, a few tears rolling down his cheek. She knew it was the end. She’d accepted it. When he trusted his voice again, he spoke, “Of course.” He couldn’t let her know he was upset. It would have only upset her in return. The girl didn’t reply to Leon. She simply squeezed his hand. Leon didn’t move from his chair for the rest of the night.
Sunlight streamed through the semi-sheer, baby blue curtains. Leon jolted awake, unsure of when he’d fallen asleep. The room was silent, but soft crying could be heard in the parlor. His heart sank and he looked to Analiese. Her chest no longer rose nor fell. The hand clasped in his was cold. The blond let out a few shuddering breaths before outright sobbing. Ana was gone. His best friend, his sweet companion was just… gone. It did give him some comfort that she went peacefully in her sleep, but it still unsettled him; and not only personally. If the female half of the empire was dead…what did that mean for her male counterpart? Leon always knew that the secondary representations would be the first go if the nation or empire was disappearing. If that was the case, then Napoleon was succeeding. It wasn’t boding well for the rest of them. He wiped at his eyes and wondered what would happen to him and his sister. Would they die too?
The floorboards by the door creaked slightly and Leon looked towards the noise. Lorelei stood in the doorway, dressed in a black gown that was one of Analiese’s. She moved over to him, tears in her eyes, and wrapped her arms around Leon’s shoulders, “We must be strong now, brother. There will be time to grieve later. It is not yet over.” She gave him a final squeeze before pulling away and moving over to Analiese’s wardrobe. Lorelei looked back at her brother, “Help me pick out something to dress her in. I don’t want Aric seeing her like this.” Though, she had no idea if Aric had met a similar fate. So far, there’d been no word from Gilbert nor Roderich. All she had was hope and, for the moment, she was hoping for the best. Leon watched for a moment, then slowly stood and moved away from the girl on the bed. Lorelei busied herself with looking through the empire’s clothes, “The maids are going to bathe her and change the sheets while we pick her out something to wear. And it has to be the best. We have to pick out jewelry too.”
The blond boy stared at his sister, wondering how she could be so strong at a time like this. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the maids come in. Frowning, he turned his attention back to the clothes, “Of course. Only the best. She… she was always very fond of blue. Though, she liked black quite a bit too…” Lorelei nodded, “One of those colors, then.” Leon watched his sister rummage through the clothes and lay dresses that fit the requirement on a chair nearby. He saw the slight shake of her hand and the worried line across her brow. She was thinking of Aric and if she would have to do the same for him. Leon couldn’t help but wonder if Feliciano and his sister knew. Roderich kept so much hidden from those two. It wouldn’t surprise him if they were going about their day in the other manor, blissfully unaware. “Which one, Leon?” Lorelei’s voice broke through his thoughts and he moved over to the chair, staring at the dresses. Biting his lip, he looked at each of the four dresses Lorelei picked and after several moments, chose a black one with a lovely black design on it, “That one.” Lorelei nodded and began to put the other dresses back, “I like that one too. She would have picked it too, I’m sure,” she looked at Leon, “You…should go bathe and redress. I have a feeling today will be a long day.” Reluctantly, Leon nodded, “You’ll…take care of her, right?” His sister nodded and Leon left the room with a frown, not daring to glance over at his friend.
Two hours passed. Though he’d bathed, Leon lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He didn’t want to see Analiese again until she was cleaned and dressed; and he just wanted to be along at the moment. The rooms near Analiese’s were buzzing with upset maids and others that he didn’t want to face at the moment. Surely Gretchen and Romy were there by now and they needed their time as well. The sound of running footsteps passed by his door, accompanied by the slamming of doors and the barking of orders from a voice that no doubt was Gilbert’s. Roderich was likely not far behind. There was a sinking feeling in Leon’s stomach. The scream he heard his sister let out only confirmed things. Aric was either dead or close two it. He scrambled off of the bed and ran to the door, peeking out of it. Soldiers passed with a stretcher, carrying a groaning Aric. Lorelei was at the teen’s side, hiccupping as she cried. Gilbert and Roderich followed, Gilbert looking absolutely furious and Roderich wearing a solemn expression. Frowning, Leon left his room and tagged along behind the others, listening to Gilbert and Roderich. The field surgeons did all they could for Aric. They brought him home to ‘recover’. Though, it didn’t sound like there would be any recovery. They all knew that. It was a silent fact. Frowning, Leon followed them to Aric’s room; where the soldiers lifted him off of the stretcher and onto his bed.
Lorelei hesitated before she went near Aric. She knew very well how moody he was when injured. Almost every joint had a bandage: Knees, elbows, wrists, ankles, fingers, toes, shoulders, hips, torso, neck. It was almost as if he was torn apart and hastily sewed back together. The petite girl whimpered and perched herself on the edge of Aric’s bed. He opened his eyes and stared at her, “Don’t. I’m fine. Stop your blubbering.” But his tone didn’t have the bite to it that it usually did. It only made Lorelei more upset. Sniffling, she ran her fingers down his arm, “You are not fine.” She leaned down and kissed his cheek.
Aric puffed out his cheeks, but allowed it, since there wasn’t much he could do. Moving was much too painful for him, though he wouldn’t have stopped her anyway. His sharp blue eyes looked over towards the door where Gilbert and Roderich stood, “Where is Switzerland? Still with that pig?” He nearly snarled. In Aric’sopinion, they shouldn’t have been France’s; and France had better kept his hands to himself when it came to Verena. Only he could mess with her, no one else. Roderich frowned, “They’re coming. They somehow got permission. They shouldn’t have been far behind us.” Aric’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. He was strong enough to hold on for a while longer, for Vasch and especially for Verena.
True to Roderich’s word, both Vasch and Verena arrived 10 minutes later. Verena pushed her way into the room first, though stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Aric. After a few moments, she moved over to his side and sat down opposite from her sister. They exchanged a worried look before Verena turned her attention to Aric. When she could trust her voice, she finally spoke. “Aric…”
Though it hurt, Aric reached up and touched her hair, “Take care of my fiddle. Don’t let it get scratched.”
Tears stung Verena’s eyes, “I wouldn’t dare.”
Aric gave her a little smirk. Verena knew that was the closest thing to a smile that she would ever see from him. He didn’t let go of her hair, wanting to feel the softness of it for a while longer, “I know.” He turned his attention to Vasch and nodded slightly. The Swiss gave a nod back. The two of them had long since said all that needed to be said between them. Aric’s other hand moved to rest on top of Lorelei’s.
Within minutes, he was gone. Verena let out a wail that her siblings had never heard from her before and she collapsed on Aric’s chest, sobbing. It took both Roderich and Vasch to pull her away from the other. Lorelei had a much quieter reaction. As soon as he was gone, she stood and slipped from the room. Leon followed his sister at first, but thought it best to leave her be for the time being. She obviously wanted to be alone.
The siblings were laid side by side on beds of white roses in grand black caskets. Two headstones were placed on a hill near a tree they both loved dearly. Vasch and Verena were not allowed to attend any mourning ceremony that had been arranged. Lorelei didn’t leave her room for a week. Leon already said his peace. He avoided everyone and kept to the library. The world continued to turn.
Centuries passed. Aric’s fiddle now hung over the mantle in Verena’s apartment, one of his crosses about her neck. So far, she’d never loved another man like she loved Aric. One of Aric’s rings lay in Lorelei’s jewelry box, along with several pieces of Analiese’s jewelry. In Vasch’s home, one of Aric’s swords was mounted on the wall of his office. Leon’s library is home to many of Analiese’s books. Her favorite cross makes its home around Leon’s neck. He would never love another woman in his life; it was his silent vow to Analiese.
No one forgets their first love. No one forgets their best friend. No one ever gets over the death of either.
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