[50 Prompts] Honour
Title: Honour
Author/Artist: dappledwings
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia/Germnay
Rating: PG
Warnings: Completely unbeta'd drabblefic, a little violence.
Summary: Prompt 006. Honour. Just a slight drabble about honour.
Words: 371
There is the stamp of a heeled, well polished boot, in front of the young boy. He stares up with bright blue eyes, chin up. His hair has been slicked back, to keep it out of the way. The cape surrounding this man in front of him is regal, bright red and shining. This man will teach him what honour means. He asked him to.
If Ludwig didn’t know better, he would call this man terrifying.
But he does know better, keeps his chin up, lets the grin slip across his face. The man in front of him kneels down and grasps the boy’s chin. Their eyes are level now, bright blue staring into red.
“Stand straight! Look sharp! Wipe that grin off your face!”
The barked Germanic language makes Ludwig comply. Especially when it is shouted straight into his face by a man who looks like a pirate. This thought makes him giggle, and the pirate glares.
“Is there something funny, boy?” The voice snaps, short tempered as always.
Ludwig forces himself to have a straight face. “Nothing.” It is harder than it seems, to stay like this when the pirate is glaring still, pivoting on the heeled part of the boot as he wanders back and forwards in front of him.
Then there is a ‘crack’ that fills the air. Ludwig can’t see for the tears in his eyes, and the pirate is already clicking away on those boots.
“Man up! You say you want honour? Well, honour, mein Bruder, means never crying when you’re down.” The pirate pivots once more, to face the blue eyed boy. “And honour means always getting revenge.”
With that, he turns, walks out the door.
“Gilbert?” Ludwig whimpers. He sits in wait, before pulling himself up, nursing the red mark on his cheek. A light brush of fingertips over the skin, and he is dashing after the pirate, ready to strike. If honour is getting revenge, right now, Ludwig will get it in any way possible.
*
Gilbert digs through his drawers. He pulls up every last stitch of clothing. Then he realises, Ludwig took that last lesson very well. And if he wasn’t so worried about his diary, he would be laughing
Author/Artist: dappledwings
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia/Germnay
Rating: PG
Warnings: Completely unbeta'd drabblefic, a little violence.
Summary: Prompt 006. Honour. Just a slight drabble about honour.
Words: 371
There is the stamp of a heeled, well polished boot, in front of the young boy. He stares up with bright blue eyes, chin up. His hair has been slicked back, to keep it out of the way. The cape surrounding this man in front of him is regal, bright red and shining. This man will teach him what honour means. He asked him to.
If Ludwig didn’t know better, he would call this man terrifying.
But he does know better, keeps his chin up, lets the grin slip across his face. The man in front of him kneels down and grasps the boy’s chin. Their eyes are level now, bright blue staring into red.
“Stand straight! Look sharp! Wipe that grin off your face!”
The barked Germanic language makes Ludwig comply. Especially when it is shouted straight into his face by a man who looks like a pirate. This thought makes him giggle, and the pirate glares.
“Is there something funny, boy?” The voice snaps, short tempered as always.
Ludwig forces himself to have a straight face. “Nothing.” It is harder than it seems, to stay like this when the pirate is glaring still, pivoting on the heeled part of the boot as he wanders back and forwards in front of him.
Then there is a ‘crack’ that fills the air. Ludwig can’t see for the tears in his eyes, and the pirate is already clicking away on those boots.
“Man up! You say you want honour? Well, honour, mein Bruder, means never crying when you’re down.” The pirate pivots once more, to face the blue eyed boy. “And honour means always getting revenge.”
With that, he turns, walks out the door.
“Gilbert?” Ludwig whimpers. He sits in wait, before pulling himself up, nursing the red mark on his cheek. A light brush of fingertips over the skin, and he is dashing after the pirate, ready to strike. If honour is getting revenge, right now, Ludwig will get it in any way possible.
*
Gilbert digs through his drawers. He pulls up every last stitch of clothing. Then he realises, Ludwig took that last lesson very well. And if he wasn’t so worried about his diary, he would be laughing