BFT Human AU - Awesomederp single fathers
anonymous
December 26 2010, 21:26:58 UTC
France, Spain, and Prussia meeting somehow and deciding to help each other raise their children. Each is clueless about kids in their own way, so shenanigans and wacky hi-jinks ensue.
As for the kids, France - England or Canada Spain - Italy twins, Cuba, or any OC Spanish colony author!anon desires Prussia - Germany/HRE
At Least We're In this Together (1b/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 00:12:55 UTC
“Because I need help. I know you must … hate me for everything, but please, please. I can’t take care of a baby! I can barely take care of myself.” His voice slid to a low whisper. “I ... I've asked around, and ... you're still working with kids, right? I'm begging you, Eliza."
Gilbert Billschmidt didn’t beg. Gilbert Billschmidt was the most arrogant, selfish, son of a bitch she had ever known. Gilbert Billschmidt had slept with her best friend, called her a lesbian in front of all of their friends, kissed her under the bleachers in the rain after a football game and then backed off, laughing that it was just a joke.
Gilbert Billschmidt had dragged her out of parties when she had gotten dangerously drunk and would have done something she regretted deeply the next morning, had held her awkwardly and whispered things in her hair after her father had died and part of her had wanted to die with him, had told her that she was beautiful that one time when he was way too drunk to be trusted, but like an idiot she had carried that one
( ... )
At Least We're in This Together (2/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 00:20:34 UTC
Roderica was at the airport, first-class lounge, waiting for Vash to come back with her chocolate tart. In her head, she was playing a sonata, eyes closed and fingers flying over the flat laptop case resting on her lap. She had gotten the blasted thing a month ago, because Vash had said (nay, demanded) that she possess the ability look over her own appointments once in a while.
Well, that’s what I pay you for, isn’t it? She had retorted, and he had given her that steady glare he always seemed to wear. Well, the joke was clearly on him because she couldn’t use it at all. Except as a make-believe piano.
Hm, the third stanza still wasn’t coming out right and her performance was in eight hours. Roderica paused, then began again, slower. She was so concentrated that, when the first bars of Für Elise rang into her ear, she automatically fingered the notes for it until the 3/8 time started messing with her tempo
( ... )
At Least We're Together (4a/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 01:49:38 UTC
The model was being a right bitch, and Bel of the Infinite Good Humor was about five seconds away from shaving the girl’s head and being done with it. It didn’t help that the five-thirty shoot had been delayed because a certain someone had not shown up and not called, and now all the photographers and models were jittery with coffee and snappy like the bitches they were frequently stereotyped as.
Suddenly, Bel turned her head as she noticed a small commotion at the door. Everyone seemed to have lost their bad humor as they simpered around the man, Mauve's Head Fashion Coordinator, who had just come walking in half an hour late like everybody should've thanked him for arriving at all. The sad thing was, they did. “Ah, Francis,” Bel murmured to herself, almost fondly. “How nice of you to join us
( ... )
At Least We're in This Together (4b/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 03:36:31 UTC
Bel is a fan of trashy romance novels. She giggles at them.
Immediately, the whispering started.
"Y-you know Francis Bonnefoy?" The model Bel had been working on approached her with a look of awe. Funny how moments before she had been shrieking at her for flipping her hair the wrong angle. "Like, intimately?"
Bel concealed her cat-like smirk as best she could as she turned with an innocent expression on her face. "Oh, you don't, honey? Oh, he's a sweetheart." She purred. "Sometimes just tires little ol' me right out
( ... )
At Least We're in This Together (4c/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 03:51:16 UTC
Francis was late because he was putting flowers on his wife's grave T.T
She was gorgeous, but only he saw it. An angel with wide blue eyes, flawless skin, and a weak disposition. Desperately unsuccessful, both because of poor management and her own lack of ambition, Jeanne had been ready to quit modeling until Francis took her under his wing. He cut her hair, put her in boxy men’s clothing, cultivated an image and a personality that she followed obediently.
Jeanne ... his Jeanne was an overnight success. Cover of every major magazine, runway in Paris, Milan, Beijing, Francis’ idol, because it seemed like he designed every piece for her and her alone. And the unthinkable happened
( ... )
At Least We're in This Together (5a/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 04:32:29 UTC
It was almost closing time, thank god, or else Arthur would have taken up smoking three times over despite having quit two years ago. Stupid him, thinking that working at the library would be like holing up in the corner with a volume of Bryant, or Austen all day.
Instead, it was kicking out punk teenagers for trying to skateboard in the lobby, scraping gum off of the underside of shelves, and listening to an old lady ramble on for fifteen minutes about how she lost her library card and didn’t return a book for seven years, but that shouldn’t mean that she has to pay any fees.
Arthur looked at his watch longingly, willing it to move faster dammit. His favorite program would be in in half an hour, and if he didn’t hurry home, his bastard brothers would crowd the telly and use it to watch MTV, or whatever those young people watched these days
( ... )
At Least We're in This Together (5b/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 04:55:39 UTC
The kid just continued whimpering, great droplets of tears rolling down chubby cheeks, such a picture of pathetic helplessness that Arthur simply could not bully the child anymore.
“There, there.” He muttered awkwardly, patting the small thing on the head. The copper-headed child stopped crying, but it continued to sniffle and tremble, looking all the world like a rabbit within the grips of a wolf, just anticipating being ripped to shreds.
“...Lilli! Oh, yes, I’ve been trying to catch for hours … no, lo siento, Roderica didn’t tell me you had school …” The man seemed completely wrapped up in his conversation, not even reacting when the pigtailed girl in his arms began screaming in his ear, grabbing handfuls of his hair and smacking him about the head.
Arthur was glad that he was holding the child he was. And he was starting to regret offering to be a Good Samaritan. Dammit, he was going to miss his program, wasn’t he
( ... )
Re: At Least We're in This Together (5c/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 05:43:41 UTC
Again: Jeanne ;_;
My favourite part of this update must have been Arthur's storytelling. ♥
I do like how the whole story's going so far, and I like what you did with Belgium.
You've set up a lot of pairing possibilities, you shipteasing author!anon. From what you've mentioned I'm most keen on PrusHun, Spain/fem!Austria and FrUK, but then again, you're the one writing it.
Re: At Least We're in This Together (5c/?)
anonymous
January 3 2011, 06:56:13 UTC
I am so ~*EXCITED*~ for the next parts! What you have so far is fantastic, and JEANNE MY HEART. I find it thrilling and adorable that Matthew would discover love first though, I mean, considering who his father is. Oh when they finally make up.
Personally, I am partial to Spain/fem!Austria, if only because she's such a rigid character and it's rather charming to see a character like that more or less wrapped around the finger of an oversized puppy. Also, call me romantic, but patching up a divorce and getting back together is kind of sweet. Especially since the kids love mommy. ♥
As for the kids,
France - England or Canada
Spain - Italy twins, Cuba, or any OC Spanish colony author!anon desires
Prussia - Germany/HRE
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“Because I need help. I know you must … hate me for everything, but please, please. I can’t take care of a baby! I can barely take care of myself.” His voice slid to a low whisper. “I ... I've asked around, and ... you're still working with kids, right? I'm begging you, Eliza."
Gilbert Billschmidt didn’t beg. Gilbert Billschmidt was the most arrogant, selfish, son of a bitch she had ever known. Gilbert Billschmidt had slept with her best friend, called her a lesbian in front of all of their friends, kissed her under the bleachers in the rain after a football game and then backed off, laughing that it was just a joke.
Gilbert Billschmidt had dragged her out of parties when she had gotten dangerously drunk and would have done something she regretted deeply the next morning, had held her awkwardly and whispered things in her hair after her father had died and part of her had wanted to die with him, had told her that she was beautiful that one time when he was way too drunk to be trusted, but like an idiot she had carried that one ( ... )
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Roderica was at the airport, first-class lounge, waiting for Vash to come back with her chocolate tart. In her head, she was playing a sonata, eyes closed and fingers flying over the flat laptop case resting on her lap. She had gotten the blasted thing a month ago, because Vash had said (nay, demanded) that she possess the ability look over her own appointments once in a while.
Well, that’s what I pay you for, isn’t it? She had retorted, and he had given her that steady glare he always seemed to wear. Well, the joke was clearly on him because she couldn’t use it at all. Except as a make-believe piano.
Hm, the third stanza still wasn’t coming out right and her performance was in eight hours. Roderica paused, then began again, slower. She was so concentrated that, when the first bars of Für Elise rang into her ear, she automatically fingered the notes for it until the 3/8 time started messing with her tempo ( ... )
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The model was being a right bitch, and Bel of the Infinite Good Humor was about five seconds away from shaving the girl’s head and being done with it. It didn’t help that the five-thirty shoot had been delayed because a certain someone had not shown up and not called, and now all the photographers and models were jittery with coffee and snappy like the bitches they were frequently stereotyped as.
Suddenly, Bel turned her head as she noticed a small commotion at the door. Everyone seemed to have lost their bad humor as they simpered around the man, Mauve's Head Fashion Coordinator, who had just come walking in half an hour late like everybody should've thanked him for arriving at all. The sad thing was, they did. “Ah, Francis,” Bel murmured to herself, almost fondly. “How nice of you to join us ( ... )
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Immediately, the whispering started.
"Y-you know Francis Bonnefoy?" The model Bel had been working on approached her with a look of awe. Funny how moments before she had been shrieking at her for flipping her hair the wrong angle. "Like, intimately?"
Bel concealed her cat-like smirk as best she could as she turned with an innocent expression on her face. "Oh, you don't, honey? Oh, he's a sweetheart." She purred. "Sometimes just tires little ol' me right out ( ... )
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She was gorgeous, but only he saw it. An angel with wide blue eyes, flawless skin, and a weak disposition. Desperately unsuccessful, both because of poor management and her own lack of ambition, Jeanne had been ready to quit modeling until Francis took her under his wing. He cut her hair, put her in boxy men’s clothing, cultivated an image and a personality that she followed obediently.
Jeanne ... his Jeanne was an overnight success. Cover of every major magazine, runway in Paris, Milan, Beijing, Francis’ idol, because it seemed like he designed every piece for her and her alone. And the unthinkable happened ( ... )
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It was almost closing time, thank god, or else Arthur would have taken up smoking three times over despite having quit two years ago. Stupid him, thinking that working at the library would be like holing up in the corner with a volume of Bryant, or Austen all day.
Instead, it was kicking out punk teenagers for trying to skateboard in the lobby, scraping gum off of the underside of shelves, and listening to an old lady ramble on for fifteen minutes about how she lost her library card and didn’t return a book for seven years, but that shouldn’t mean that she has to pay any fees.
Arthur looked at his watch longingly, willing it to move faster dammit. His favorite program would be in in half an hour, and if he didn’t hurry home, his bastard brothers would crowd the telly and use it to watch MTV, or whatever those young people watched these days ( ... )
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The kid just continued whimpering, great droplets of tears rolling down chubby cheeks, such a picture of pathetic helplessness that Arthur simply could not bully the child anymore.
“There, there.” He muttered awkwardly, patting the small thing on the head. The copper-headed child stopped crying, but it continued to sniffle and tremble, looking all the world like a rabbit within the grips of a wolf, just anticipating being ripped to shreds.
“...Lilli! Oh, yes, I’ve been trying to catch for hours … no, lo siento, Roderica didn’t tell me you had school …” The man seemed completely wrapped up in his conversation, not even reacting when the pigtailed girl in his arms began screaming in his ear, grabbing handfuls of his hair and smacking him about the head.
Arthur was glad that he was holding the child he was. And he was starting to regret offering to be a Good Samaritan. Dammit, he was going to miss his program, wasn’t he ( ... )
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“You have the number of the daycare? … si, I can hold.” The man turned away, sighing through the apologetic smile on his face. “I’m … sorry ( ... )
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My favourite part of this update must have been Arthur's storytelling. ♥
I do like how the whole story's going so far, and I like what you did with Belgium.
You've set up a lot of pairing possibilities, you shipteasing author!anon. From what you've mentioned I'm most keen on PrusHun, Spain/fem!Austria and FrUK, but then again, you're the one writing it.
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Well, out of the ones you've listed... I do like FrUK. Or maybe the Armada Ship. Ahh... so many choices~
Hmm, I don't mind either way. China's really good at taking care of kids, male or female.
Oh, and I really love the way you characterized Jeanne and Belgium. :D
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Personally, I am partial to Spain/fem!Austria, if only because she's such a rigid character and it's rather charming to see a character like that more or less wrapped around the finger of an oversized puppy. Also, call me romantic, but patching up a divorce and getting back together is kind of sweet. Especially since the kids love mommy. ♥
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