The Kaliningrad Oblast is the child of Prussia and Russia. The conception was not consentual. Prussia's reaction to the pregnancy is as could be expected.
Bonus for Russia being oblivious to Prussia's despair (and abortion attempts), and just feeling happy about becoming a father.
Every time he looks at the kid, he wants to shout and rip out his hair and just run far, far away. Braginski takes care to bring little Sofiya to every last meeting, the pale-haired, amethyst-eyed little girl clinging to his hand and hiding behind Braginski's long legs shyly, before seeing her mother. And don't get him wrong; Gilbert loves her, more than anything else. But her eyes are copied perfectly from her father's sharp face onto her own beautiful one, and every time he looks into them he sees a darkened form, hovering over him with those startlingly violet eyes narrowed in malice and lust.
"Ah, Gilbert, you're so tight~ and strange. You say that you hate me, but look at you, moaning like a slut for me to fuck you harder..."
The others think she's just lovely - which she is, because what child of Gilbert's couldn't be? - and coddle her. She takes all the smiles with her own soft giggles, never letting go of her father's hand and never actually talking.
Kick [2/3, damn character limit]
anonymous
September 27 2010, 02:46:52 UTC
"It started kicking," Gilbert said in a hushed whisper, sitting on his bed with Nataliya tailoring his clothes a little larger.
"No way...this early on?"
"M-maybe it happened earlier than I thought -" He cut off abruptly. "I need a doctor. Is there anyway we can get to one?"
"I can try..."
A relieved sigh. "Thank you, Nat. I can't have this baby."
Gilbert froze as he heard footsteps receding outside, and shared a horrified look with Nataliya.
"Okay, Daddy!" she beams in that bell-like voice. She turns to Gilbert - who, the whole time, has only watched her with a faint smile and fearful eyes - and says with a wide grin, "Bye, Momma!" Sofiya leans up and kisses Gilbert on the cheek before climbing into Braginski's extended arms. The two walk away, Braginski's smile sincere for once as he listens to his animated daughter speak.
Gilbert couldn't remember terror of the kind he'd felt that night. Braginski had crept into his room, the way he usually did, but stopped at the doorway. The Russian stood there and crossed muscular arms
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Kick [3/3]
anonymous
September 27 2010, 02:47:28 UTC
He doesn't hear Ludwig approaching him, and he jumps slightly as his brother claps him on the shoulder.
"Bruder, are you okay?" asks the German.
"J-ja." Gilbert inhales and shakes his head, before spinning and shooting a dazzling grin at his brother. "Let's go get drunk!" he crows, waltzing away and clenching his teeth to keep them grinning.
Gilbert was sobbing in agony, gripping the bar hard in an attempt to alleviate the pain. He gritted his teeth, muscles tense and legs flailing about.
"It's crowned," he could vaguely hear Nataliya saying. "Keep pushing!"
He did, and a few seconds later he heard a soft crying.
"It's a girl," said Nataliya with a smile. "A beautiful baby girl."
The tears threatening to overflow will do so, but later, when he's alone. Not now.
Re: Kick [3/3]
anonymous
September 27 2010, 04:41:56 UTC
Another anon totally second this notion! This fic most definitely did not suck and it deserves a happy ending of some sort! D: Totally needs an omake or sequel <3
On another note, I wonder how Ludwig feels about being an uncle...
Bonus for Russia being oblivious to Prussia's despair (and abortion attempts), and just feeling happy about becoming a father.
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Every time he looks at the kid, he wants to shout and rip out his hair and just run far, far away. Braginski takes care to bring little Sofiya to every last meeting, the pale-haired, amethyst-eyed little girl clinging to his hand and hiding behind Braginski's long legs shyly, before seeing her mother. And don't get him wrong; Gilbert loves her, more than anything else. But her eyes are copied perfectly from her father's sharp face onto her own beautiful one, and every time he looks into them he sees a darkened form, hovering over him with those startlingly violet eyes narrowed in malice and lust.
"Ah, Gilbert, you're so tight~ and strange. You say that you hate me, but look at you, moaning like a slut for me to fuck you harder..."
The others think she's just lovely - which she is, because what child of Gilbert's couldn't be? - and coddle her. She takes all the smiles with her own soft giggles, never letting go of her father's hand and never actually talking.
Gilbert stared ( ... )
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"No way...this early on?"
"M-maybe it happened earlier than I thought -" He cut off abruptly. "I need a doctor. Is there anyway we can get to one?"
"I can try..."
A relieved sigh. "Thank you, Nat. I can't have this baby."
Gilbert froze as he heard footsteps receding outside, and shared a horrified look with Nataliya.
"Okay, Daddy!" she beams in that bell-like voice. She turns to Gilbert - who, the whole time, has only watched her with a faint smile and fearful eyes - and says with a wide grin, "Bye, Momma!" Sofiya leans up and kisses Gilbert on the cheek before climbing into Braginski's extended arms. The two walk away, Braginski's smile sincere for once as he listens to his animated daughter speak.
Gilbert couldn't remember terror of the kind he'd felt that night. Braginski had crept into his room, the way he usually did, but stopped at the doorway. The Russian stood there and crossed muscular arms ( ... )
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"Bruder, are you okay?" asks the German.
"J-ja." Gilbert inhales and shakes his head, before spinning and shooting a dazzling grin at his brother. "Let's go get drunk!" he crows, waltzing away and clenching his teeth to keep them grinning.
Gilbert was sobbing in agony, gripping the bar hard in an attempt to alleviate the pain. He gritted his teeth, muscles tense and legs flailing about.
"It's crowned," he could vaguely hear Nataliya saying. "Keep pushing!"
He did, and a few seconds later he heard a soft crying.
"It's a girl," said Nataliya with a smile. "A beautiful baby girl."
The tears threatening to overflow will do so, but later, when he's alone. Not now.
Braginski chose the name - Sofiya. Wisdom ( ... )
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On another note, I wonder how Ludwig feels about being an uncle...
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I might post one a little later, idk. I'm glad you liked it ^.^
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