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( thoughts on a negotiation )

[dogstardreams]

Francis looked like a doll made of wax, like one of those cast statues with real hair and real clothing that had become popular in the latter half of the last century. His face was pale and bloodless, his face gaunt, and the hollows beneath his eyes dark with exhaustion. He walked with a limp. Arthur steadied him with a hand under his elbow

( thoughts on a negotiation ) 2/2

[dogstardreams]

Arthur did not look nearly as bad. He had a small bandage around his head and his fingers were bandaged too, probably where he had scraped his knuckles raw and burnt his fingers on gunpowder. Gilbert remembered those bandages from the battlefield; they were clean now. The arm not supporting Francis was held gingerly at his side - a hurt shoulder, Gilbert thought, or perhaps he was pressing it to a wound in his side. He favored the latter theory; seemed so much more painful

( impressions of a meeting )

[dogstardreams]

Wandering the halls like a ghost. Not small anymore, no. Not weak - maybe. Exhaustion took root in the bones. All things crumbled and broke. Ludwig never thought there was so much blood in the human body, never so much blood in the entire world

( epilogue of a tryst )

[dogstardreams]

Parisian moonlight drifted through the window of the room to settle in silver cobweb threads along Francis's hair and nose and the curve of his wrist as he brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled. The smoke, upon exhalation, curled up in wisps back towards the moon, the source of all silver

( epilogue of a tryst ) 2/2

[dogstardreams]

"We're not at Verdun," Arthur replied, leaning closer and brushing the hair away from the back of Francis's neck so he could kiss the top of the other nation's spine. Thank God, he added mentally and remembered how Francis was in the trenches - staying strong by sheer willpower even as his body grew weaker, carrying on like nothing was wrong with the madness of pain and fear and survival swimming in his eyes. At least here, Francis could break when he wanted to. At least here they were dry and they were safe. "We will never be... in that moment again."

Also in that moment had been Francis and Arthur's (which would come as a surprise to other nations, had they known) first kiss. First, at least, purposeful and meaningful and non-spiteful kiss.

Gradually, Francis's shoulders loosened and he leaned back gingerly into Arthur. Arthur let him, knowing from long intimacy that Francis was still hurting in many ways and even the lightest touch in the wrong spot could cause pain. "What I am trying to say is, Angleterre," and his breath

Re: ( epilogue of a tryst ) 2/2

[ladyamaly]

I think I love you. Like, really love you. ;____; [and your Misa avatar. ^^]

First of all, you managed to write both of my prompts. And choosing to write from Gilbert and Ludwig's point of view was the best possible thing, because I love both of them. I loved how Gilbert thinks about Ludwig and how angry he is and I love how Ludwig mourns for his losses and his people in his own way.

But Francis and Arthur are the best thing <3 Ever. I loved the last part, with Arthur and Francis talking about Verdun, and how Francis really needs Arthur, but in turn, Arthur needs him as well.

As I said, love love love. Thank you much, you just made my week <3