Any/Any - Eventual break-up because s/he isn't 'the one'
anonymous
April 29 2011, 17:21:57 UTC
Inspired by the film 500 Days of Summer, I'd really like to see a couple meet and fall in love, but eventually one (or both) ends the relationship because they realise it's not working/they can't imagine spending their whole life with this person/what have you. I'd really love to see how the relationship develops, with the happy times and the eventual bad times as it falls apart, and then the hope of finding love elsewhere.
Bonus: For one of them the break-up comes out of the blue and they're devastated. They keep trying to get back together, perhaps in denial of the flaws cracking their relationship. Bonus: Maybe 'the one' was under their noses the entire time? Bonus: It would be really nice to see the couple be a mildly popular pair that involves popular characters, ones like Spain/UK or France/Germany for example that inevitably are less popular than the big pairings. But really, I would be thrilled with any pairing that you feel inspired to write, however popular or rare!
Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 1/?
anonymous
May 11 2011, 21:01:27 UTC
Roderich Edelstein had been at St Ambrose’s College, London for a little over one year now, and it was not until that fateful day (or not-so-fateful, depending on how you view these sorts of things) when Elizaveta Héderváry burst into Music Room 2B, that he finally made a mistake on the piano
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 1/?
anonymous
May 11 2011, 21:03:48 UTC
Roderich sank down on his stool. Usually, only Gilbert called him Roddy (because he knew it annoyed him), but coming from between her lips, it sounded almost - affectionate? Nice? Yes, he thought, and reached out blindly to fumble through his sheets music. Nice...that was the word. He sat there a moment longer, staring into the green notice board behind the piano, next to the whiteboard for several minutes before the faint ticking of his wristwatch alerted him to the fact that he was missing out on valuable practice time. Time which, in a university with such a thriving music and drama department, was notoriously difficult to come by. Who knew when he’d manage to book an hour’s practice again? He frowned, rifled once more through his sheets, found the piece he wanted to work on, and set too, his fingers flying across the keys
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 1/?
anonymous
May 11 2011, 21:05:34 UTC
In the kitchen, Feliciano was cooking a large pot of pasta, humming cheerfully to himself whilst Ludwig sat, cross-legged at the table, perusing a copy of the Times. They acted like they’d been married fifty years, Roderich thought, and shuddered. He fervently hoped he would never end up like that
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Hope this is okay, OP! I’ll update as often as I can, but I’ve already got another chaptered fic on the go, so yeah...why do I do this to myself?
This college doesn’t exist, but the University of London does.
I think Elizabeta would make a badass businesswoman.
And finally, the title comes from those beautiful lines:
Boss: Is it about Summer? Tom: What? No. Boss: Tom, everyone knows, I mean look at one of your cards you wrote recently. “Roses are red, violets are blue, fuck you whore.”
Oh my gosh, thank you for filling. This is exactly what I had in mind!
First of all, gotta love Italy and him burning himself with hot water, because that is just me to a T when I make pasta. I love how Austria's world is just so close knit and how he's trying to branch out a bit and his history with Spain just made me grin. I mean, this
“No, it’s not Antonio,” Roderich snapped, his patience beginning to wear thin. “And that was one time, Feliciano, and he was drunk. It was absolutely disgusting.”
THIS. Perfetto, a!anon, perfetto! This is why I just love Austria.
Hungary is just such a sweetie and I can't wait to see how the relationship develops. I can only offer you my love and admiration for now, as I have no babies to give you. (:
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anonymous
May 13 2011, 00:55:47 UTC
OMG 0.0 I'm already in love with this story!! Oh your Roderich and Elizabeta are wonderful. Also your GerIta is sweet and hot at the same time, something of which I very much approve. I am already excited for the next part ^_^
Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 2/?
anonymous
May 16 2011, 20:56:19 UTC
When he got back to the flat, Roderich was relieved to find that Ludwig and Feliciano were not hidden away, moaning and whispering and giggling in their bedroom, nor behaving inappropriately on the sofa, but instead, working at the kitchen table in silence. Feliciano had one of his sketchbooks spread out before him, and was gluing black and white photographs onto one of the very last pages, the tip of his wet, pink tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth. Ludwig was seated opposite with his laptop, brow furrowed in concentration, typing furiously away at an essay
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 2/?
anonymous
May 16 2011, 20:57:17 UTC
Gilbert Beilschmidt had, somehow, been accepted onto a PhD program after completing his undergraduate study the year previously. Roderich had met him in his first year, through Ludwig, who was furious that he was being forced to share a flat with his older brother. The university accommodation staff had apologized profusely, but insisted that, due to over-subscription, a small number of undergraduates and postgraduates were being housed together. They had insisted that this situation would only last for a few weeks, but Gilbert had refused to move out, and in the end, Ludwig had ceased complaining. Ludwig snapped his brother a lot, but other than that, they seemed to get on very well, and now, Ludwig hardly ever complained at all, even though a new place had been made available for Gilbert to live in
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 2/?
anonymous
May 16 2011, 20:59:43 UTC
“Et vous, Roderich?”
“No thank you,” Roderich said stiffly. Francis spoke English perfectly; he only used French when he was a, talking to another native speaker, or b, trying to worm his way into some unfortunate soul’s pants.
Francis turned towards Ludwig, but even before he could open his mouth, the taller blond had snapped his laptop shut, grabbed his copy of Marxism and the Philosophy of Language, and stalked out of the room, muttering angrily to himself. Roderich managed (somehow) to squeeze past Francis without being groped, and went into his bedroom
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 2/?
anonymous
May 16 2011, 21:02:14 UTC
He quickly tapped out a response.
Sounds good. Im free anytime.
He pushed his phone to the other side of the desk, and typed a few words on his essay. The cursor flashed slowly. He tapped the “back space” key, huffing to himself.
Buzz.
Ok! :) well shall we meet bout 9 at the main entrance? Il txt u when im ready tho.Roderich’s evenings usually consisted of arguing with Gilbert until the latter went out, finishing an essay, listening to music, and hanging around the music department one the days he got wind of a professor staying late. Usually his many awards and first-place trophies were enough to charm the staff into allowing him an extra fifteen minutes at the piano
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Re: Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 2/?
anonymous
May 16 2011, 21:45:25 UTC
Oh my goodness, I am enjoying this a little too much. I love the slow building of the characters and of the relationship. PLus you included GerIta and the Bad Touch Trio. I might love you a little anon. Eagerly awaiting an update.
Re: Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue... 2/?
anonymous
May 17 2011, 02:33:42 UTC
YAY~ Update ^.^ I have to say I am in love with your GerIta. I know that they are by no means the focus, but I think that makes me like it even more. Little snap shots. Anyway, loving the start of AusHun. Though I feel bad cuz I'm looking forward to how they fall apart, lol. OH WELL *shrugs*
Ohmygosh, poor Germany. I can imagine the last thing you'd want to hear when hungover is a crying Italy. His cries are annoying most of the time! (:
I'm loving this. It's like, even though they'll end up breaking up, Hungary is going to have a strong effect on his life. It's really telling a story and it feels like it could be real, to me.
Bonus: For one of them the break-up comes out of the blue and they're devastated. They keep trying to get back together, perhaps in denial of the flaws cracking their relationship.
Bonus: Maybe 'the one' was under their noses the entire time?
Bonus: It would be really nice to see the couple be a mildly popular pair that involves popular characters, ones like Spain/UK or France/Germany for example that inevitably are less popular than the big pairings. But really, I would be thrilled with any pairing that you feel inspired to write, however popular or rare!
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This college doesn’t exist, but the University of London does.
I think Elizabeta would make a badass businesswoman.
And finally, the title comes from those beautiful lines:
Boss: Is it about Summer?
Tom: What? No.
Boss: Tom, everyone knows, I mean look at one of your cards you wrote recently. “Roses are red, violets are blue, fuck you whore.”
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First of all, gotta love Italy and him burning himself with hot water, because that is just me to a T when I make pasta. I love how Austria's world is just so close knit and how he's trying to branch out a bit and his history with Spain just made me grin. I mean, this
“No, it’s not Antonio,” Roderich snapped, his patience beginning to wear thin. “And that was one time, Feliciano, and he was drunk. It was absolutely disgusting.”
THIS. Perfetto, a!anon, perfetto! This is why I just love Austria.
Hungary is just such a sweetie and I can't wait to see how the relationship develops. I can only offer you my love and admiration for now, as I have no babies to give you. (:
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“No thank you,” Roderich said stiffly. Francis spoke English perfectly; he only used French when he was a, talking to another native speaker, or b, trying to worm his way into some unfortunate soul’s pants.
Francis turned towards Ludwig, but even before he could open his mouth, the taller blond had snapped his laptop shut, grabbed his copy of Marxism and the Philosophy of Language, and stalked out of the room, muttering angrily to himself. Roderich managed (somehow) to squeeze past Francis without being groped, and went into his bedroom ( ... )
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Sounds good. Im free anytime.
He pushed his phone to the other side of the desk, and typed a few words on his essay. The cursor flashed slowly. He tapped the “back space” key, huffing to himself.
Buzz.
Ok! :) well shall we meet bout 9 at the main entrance? Il txt u when im ready tho.Roderich’s evenings usually consisted of arguing with Gilbert until the latter went out, finishing an essay, listening to music, and hanging around the music department one the days he got wind of a professor staying late. Usually his many awards and first-place trophies were enough to charm the staff into allowing him an extra fifteen minutes at the piano ( ... )
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Eagerly awaiting an update.
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I'm loving this. It's like, even though they'll end up breaking up, Hungary is going to have a strong effect on his life. It's really telling a story and it feels like it could be real, to me.
And I love smart!Prussia, haha.
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All the personalities are perfect, my dear, simply perfect. Brilliant work, babe! Can't wait to see it continue!! <3
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