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Lisa's Choice Chapter 1
A Simpsons Fanfic
Disclaimer: This is a bit "dark" and is more of a realistic take on the story set nine years in the future. This will also be Older Lisa x Sideshow Bob
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Lisa opened the front door slowly, hoping to not draw her mother's attention. She peaked her head in and didn't see her. If she was lucky her mother wouldn't realize what time it was, and that she was home from school. A wind blew in through a window pulling the door shut with an audible thunk.

"Lisa? That you?"

She was in the kitchen; of course. Probably slaving away on some meal that her fat slob of a father wouldn't appreciate. Neither would her brother. Lisa shook her head, she didn't want to think about Bart right now.

"Yeah mom, it's me. Just going to study."


"Where is your brother?" Lisa had already started up the stairs, but paused to answer.

"He said he was going to hang with some friends." Footsteps exited the kitchen and headed towards her. Lisa cursed herself for wearing a t-shirt instead of her usual long-sleeved shirts. It had been such a nice day and she had been careless. If she bolted her mother would investigate, so instead she tried to turn to the side and hope her mother wouldn't see.

"Did he say he'd be home for dinner?" Lisa looked down at her mother and took a breath trying to get past the catch in her throat.

"He said he would."

If possible Lisa would have willed her mother into leaving. Trying to walk up the stairs without turning would be difficult, and look suspicious. Instead a small eternity seemed to pass as she stared down her mother. Without a word her mother shrugged and turned to leave. Lisa heaved a silent sigh and turned to head the rest of the way up.

"What's that on your arm? A bruise!?" Lisa froze. Her mother must have turned back, probably to say something about dinner. "Have you been fighting? Lisa! Answer me!"

"It's nothing okay!I… fell… on the way home."

"Did you fight with Bart again!? How many times have I told you Lisa? Good girls-"

"Good girls don't fight! I know, Mom. Lay off."

"What did you do to upset Bart this time?"

Lisa had no desire to play this game.

"Why is it always me!? Did it ever occur to you that I might not have done anything wrong?"

"You're the smart one Lisa," Her mother's voice rose to match Lisa's. "You should know better than to get into petty fights. Your poor brother doesn't have all the advantages you do. It's no wonder he gets upset when you lord over how much better you are then him." It was too much; Lisa didn't even bother to reply and just continued up the stairs. "Lisa! Don't you dare walk away from me. I am talking to you young lady!"

She just continued until her bedroom door was locked behind her. Her mother yelled her name up at her several more times before realizing dinner was burning and rushed off to salvage it.

After kicking off her shoes Lisa hopped onto her bed. Her breath came out in little gasps. It wasn't fair, they always treated Bart different. No matter what he did no punishment lasted through dessert, and most times he received no punishment at all. No matter how good her grades were, or what she did it never mattered. A single mark on a test, voicing her opinion or even being on the wrong end of Bart's fist and it all fell apart.

She used to feel bad for Bart. The teachers always looked the other way and said nothing about the bruises around Bart's neck. Many of them even applauded her father for "putting that horrible child in his place." Never where they thought they could be heard of course. The years past though and Bart grew stronger and fast enough to stay out of their father's reach. When he entered middle school he seemed to do better, his grades stayed above failing and he gained new friends. Lisa knew better than anyone else that her brother wasn't as dumb as he seemed. Half of it was an act, though he was by no means as smart as her.

Lisa shifted her legs trying to not aggravate more bruises. Downstairs she heard voices. Her father must be home, and by the sound of it he wasn't happy.

Thump! Thump! Thump! His heavy footsteps climbed the stairs and stopped in front of her door.

"LISA! This is your father and I order you to come out here right now!"

"NO! Go away."

"You need to apologize to your brother for fighting with him!"

"I will not. I've done nothing wrong." Her mother's muffled voice said something.

"WHAT!!!?  Dinner is burned because of you! Now you've done it. No dessert for you."

"Is that all you care about? Food!?"

"Just for that you get no dinner."

"I'm not hungry!" Her father had no comeback for that. The concept of declining food was beyond his grasp. He stuttered a few times before huffing off.

A few minutes passed, when someone knocked lightly on her door. Lisa knew that knock. She quickly opened the door and pulled Maggie in before shutting the door again.

"…Lise you okay?" Lisa looked down at her baby sister. Already nine years old, though Lisa joked that Maggie was much older inside. Maggie rarely spoke, though no one knew quite why and the fact she spoke to Lisa was a testament to how worried she was. Normally Lisa would put on a smile and lie for her sake, but she couldn't tonight.

"No Maggie. I'm not." Without a word Maggie wrapped her arms around her big sister. "I'm sorry Maggie but I can't take it anymore." Lisa hugged back quickly before grabbing a coat and her backpack. "You should go, so you don't get in trouble."

Maggie nodded and turned to go. She paused for a brief moment.

"I love you Lisa." With that she left.

Lisa opened her window and started to climb out. She shot a quick glance at the door.

"I love you too Maggie."
Edit: I finally caved and got an account at fanfiction.net and I will be editing this story and uploading it a chapter a week there. Along with my other past complete fanfics and any more I write in the future. I got bit by the fanfic bug again :XD: My author name over there is Urban Fae check it out if you want to see a MUCH better version of this. My writing has improved since I begain writing this. :) [link] /Edit

I suppose I own an explanation of some sort ^^; Well first I do love the Simpsons, and all the stupid wacky adventures they get into. I do love dumb Homer, Bart and everyone else in the cast so don't think that the way they are portrayed in this fic is the way I see them. This is more of a realistic take of sorts. It's funny and all when Homer strangles Bart and the fact it is abuse is lampshaded a bit on the show, but I wanted to take it even further.

Ch. 2: [link]

Sideshow bob will be in future chapters, and he is partly the reason I wrote this. Mostly I hope that this is at least a little entertaning and easy to understand.

Please let me know what you think :D
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                            Holidays of Future's Past

  Lisa was happy that her daughter Zia looked up to her, and was just as intelligent as she was at her age. She was worried that she would become a total party girl, and become hooked to the web. Christmas was over, it was passed midnight, and she walked to her car with her husband. They waved to her parents and brother; Bart decided to stay the night. The three of them drove off and headed for home, Lisa driving, Milhouse in the seat next to her, and Zia in the back.
  Halfway there, the car began to have trouble. Lisa turned to see Milhouse asleep, his head leaning on the window. She looked back at Zia; she had fallen asleep on the back seats. Lisa pulled the car to the side of the road and got out of the car. She opened her hood and tried to find the problem with the car. She knew it wasn't gas; the car had been filled yesterday. Lisa inspected the engine, trying to remember what Nelson had taught her. She pulled on a long clear thing, and it broke in her hand.
  "D'oh!" Lisa said. "If only Nelson were here. He'd know what to do." Nelson had become a mechanic, once again making a business where he "pimped out"  other people's vehicles. " Maybe I should call him. "
  Lisa went back to the car and got her purse. She went to her phone memory and selected "Mechanic"; Lisa had had an affair with Nelson, several in fact, cheating on her husband Milhouse. She only married him because she had gotten drunk, slept with him, and found out that she was pregnant. It was her twenty first birthday party, and it was the first time she had gotten drunk. What were the chances?
  Lisa waited for Nelson to answer, which took only a few seconds. "Lis'?" She could hear hope in his voice; he muat've that she wanted to get together.

  "Hi Nelson." Lisa felt bad for calling; she didn't want to get his hopes up about leaving Milhouse. The only reason she really married with him was because he had gotten her pregnant; she was only twenty one at the time, and raising a baby alone at such a young age would have disastrous.
  "Listen, about earlier," Nelson began, "I'm sorry if I sounded inconsiderate. It's just-"
  "Nelson," Lisa cut him off. "I'm sorry, but my car broke down, and I don't know how to fix it. Can you come by?"
  "Oh." Lisa could hear Nelson's voice crack a little. "Yeah. Sure. Where are you?"
  "I'm by Professor Frink's old place." Lisa remebered her old dates with Nelson, back they were kids, and back when she was seeing him behind Milhouses back. So he knew where it was by heart.
  "Okay. I'll be there in about thirty minutes." Lisa hung up the phone and sighed; she really did love Nelson, but she couldn't risk hurting her daughter, no matter how much she loved Nelson. She went back to the car, and put her hands in front of the heat. She looked at Professor Frinks; she wondered what had happened to him after the clone wars, when everyone in Springfield had been cloned by the aliens Kang and Kodos. Frink had disappeared, before the war, and never heard from again.
   Lisa felt her hands being cold again, and saw that her fuel gauge was empty. "Oh no." She tried to start the car, to at least have some warmth, but it wouldn't start. They couldn't wait thirty minutes in the freezing cold. She looked at Frink's house. 'I suppose we could go in there.'.
  "Milhouse wake up!" She shook her husband, trying to wake him up. He opened his eyes.
  "Are we home?" he said groggily.
  "No." Lisa brought her arm to Zia. "Zia! Wake up!"
  "What?"
  "We need to get out of the car." Lisa opened her door and got out. She put her head back in and took a pen and paper out of her purse, writing down they would be in Frink's old house. "The car broke down. We need to go into Professor Frink's house. Nelson's going to to pick us up."
  "What? Nelson?!!?" Milhouse was still scared of his old bully. "Why call him? Why not Bart?"
  "Because Nelson's a mechanic, and he can fix the car. Now hurry up!" The three of them walked to Frinks house. Lisa opened the door, and the three of them went in. "Nelson said he be here in half an hour. So don't complain!"
  "I'm gonna lie down." Milhouse held his coat shut, and kept on shivering. "I need to get some sleep." Milhouse went upstairs, and disappeared from Lisa's sight.
  Lisa and Zia sat down on an old couch, which was covered in dust. When they sat, dust flew into the air. "So," Lisa said, "what do you wanna talk about."
  "Nothing." Zia pulled out her ear phones, but was stopped by her mother before she could put them in, who grabbed them and put them in her pocket book. "Hey! I was gonna listen to music."
  "No! No music. It's rude to listen to music when someone's talking." Lisa closed her bag. Zia sat back on the couch, ignoring her mother's attempts at communication. They waited in silence for fifteen minutes when Zia finally got tired of the silence.
  They waited in silence for fifteen minutes when Zia finally got tired of the silence. "So what did Professor Frink invent anyway?" She had looked him up on the internet, and all she could find was that he disappeared a few years before she was born. "And what happened to him?"
  Lisa avoided the last question; everyone in Springfield had to stay quiet about what happened. Plus she really didn't know what happened to him.h
  Lisa thought of the things he built. She could only think of one in particular. "He built a time window. He showed me and your Uncle."
  "A what window?"
  "A time window." Lisa repeated. "It would lets person see into the future; it would predict what would most likely happen to that person. It also showed the past."
  "Where is it now?"
  "It's probably still in the basement." Lisa wondered if it was still operational. She would love to see her future again. "Let's go check. We can see who you marry in the future!" Lisa ran for the basement, followed closely by Zia.
  "Mom!" Zia yelled. "Wait for me!"
  They went down the stairs, which were creaked with every step. They got to the bottom and Zia looked around the room, moving her head right and left; she saw old, dusty computers, and a small window that you could see from the outside. Zia walked to it; she could see their car.
  Lisa saw the giant television like screen. It had gathered alot of dust over the years. She went to the control board and started fidgeting with some buttons. The screen came on, and showed the pasts and futures of several people. Zia looked at the screen and read some of the names aloud. " 'Cletus as President', 'Martin: Prince to Princess', 'Bart vs El Barto'? What are these, futures or t.v. episodes of a twenty year old animated sitcom?"
  "They're real. Trust me. Frink just put them in a way that people would be entertained." Lisa went to the search area and type in her daughters name, and came across she would like very much to see. " 'Zia's Wedding'!! Let's watch!!"
   "No!" Zia grabbed her mother's hand before she could click on it. "Maybe I don't wanna know who I marry!"
  "Why not?" Lisa asked. "What if he's a real hunk?" Lisa said that last part with a bit of a laugh.
  "A real hunk?" Zia couldn't believe her mother had just said that. "No one says 'hunk' anymore Mom! And besides, I wanna be surprised. If you're so interested, let's look at your future.". Zia moved her mother's hand off the mouse and typed in her mother's name.
  Zia scrolled down on the screen, looking for an interesting future. She clicked on one labeled 'Lisa's Second Baby'; it was dated for 3 years from now. "I'm gonna have a sibling?" She said out loud.
  Lisa looked at the screen, and trembled, remembering the pain she suffered from having Zia; she didn't want to take the drugs they offered her, as she knew the risks for her baby. She looked at the screen as it showed her future.
  
  She was lying on a hospital bed, giving birth, screaming her lungs out. Doctor Hibert was delivering the baby, and there was no man next to her, only nurses and her mother. 'Milhouse isn't there, again,' Lisa thought;  he wasn't there for Zia's birth either, being too scared to come in. She screamed, asking if the baby was out yet. Lisa heard a screaming baby; she felt her future self's relief.
  Doctor Hibber handed her her baby and turned to a nurse. "Tell the father he can come in now. The gross part is over. A hee hee hee!" The nurse opened the window, and Milhouse walked in, looking green and close to throwing up.
  He walked to Lisa and the baby. "Hey there Milhouse Junior." The baby had his father's blue hair. " I think this one is gonna look like me." The screen went black.

  Lisa and Zia looked at the screen. Zia groaned. "Great. A brother. It couldn't be a sister, could it?"
  "Oh, come on," Lisa argued."Brother's aren't so bad. I mean, look at Bart."
  "And look at Maggie." Zia liked her aunt better than she did her uncle. "She's a rock star."
  A creak from the ceiling caught their attention. "Lis'?" someone yelled. It was Nelson.
  "Nelson, I'm down here! I'm coming up!" Lisa yelled. She turned to Zia. " Stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes." Zia watched her mother run up the stairs, leaving her alone in the basement. She could tell they were talking, but couldn't hear what about. She heard something about a clear tube.
  Zia walked to the time window, deciding to see more of the future. It couldn't hurt after all. She decided to look at her mother's future. She typed in her mother's name, Lisa Simpson; her mother kept surname, and she herself had her mother's last name.
   She scrolled through the options until she came across one that made her heart ache; 'Lisa's heartbreak'. Zia clicked on it, and she watched. She noticed the date on the screen; 12/31/2041. 'This is a few days,' Zia thought. The screen came on, showing Zia The Hibbert's house; they always hosted a new years party.

  Lisa was standing on a balcony, watching fireworks go off. Zia was with friends, and Milhouse was home, still sick feeling sick from Christmas. Lisa turned around when she heard someone behind her. It was Nelson Muntz.
  "Nelson." Lisa walked over to him and kissed him on the lips, though he didn't kiss back. "What's wrong?"

  "Mom?" Zia couldn't believe what she was seeing; her mother was cheating on her father! She never thought her mother would do something like this!

  Lisa tried to kiss Nelson again, but he dodged it. "What's wrong honey?" Lisa took Nelson's hand and guided him towards the edge of the balcony. "Why won't you kiss me?"
  Nelson looked at the fireworks. "This isn't working Lis'." He leaned on the railing. "You can't keep doing this to me. It's been seven years, and we keep on doing this; you're marriage has been dead and fulfilled ever since it started, and you run to me more comfort. Well I can't do it anymore!" Nelson yelled the last sentence out.
  "What do you mean?" Lisa sounded hurt. "You're breaking up with me?"
  "Yes Lis'." Nelson looked back inside. "You're never gonna leave that loser Milhouse, and I need someone who will be with me always, not just when she can make it." Nelson started to walk back inside.
  "You know I can't leave him! I can't make Zia go through something like that, you know that!" Lisa began to cry, and wrapped her arms around Nelson's chest before he could open the glass door. "Please Nelson. Don't do this to me."
  "I'm sorry, babe." Nelson fought back shedding tears. "I love you, but I just can't do this anymore." He grabbed Lisa's hand and pulled them apart, walking back inside and leaving the party.
  Lisa staggered back into the railing, falling to her kness, and began to cry uncontrollably. The screen faded to Lisa's crying.

  Zia couldn't believe what she had just watched. Her mother was cheating on her father; for seven years!! Zia knew her mother and father werent the best married couple, but she never thought her mother would do such a thing.
  But Zia only thought of how sad her mother had gotten when Nelson had told her that he was leaving her, stopping their affair. Did she really love him that much? Zia went to the window she had seen earlier, wanting to see what was happening between her mother and Nelson. She saw the two of them standing next to her mother's car, embraced in each others arms, kissing.
  Zia walked back to the time window and scrolled through her mother's futures. She watched several, all of them showing her as an unhappy woman, stuck with someone she didn't love. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want her mother to live a miserable life with a man she didn't love. But she didn't want her father to get hurt, either; he worships her. What should she do?

  Lisa came back down to tell Zia that Nelson was going to take the car to his garage, and that he would give them a lift home. They drove in awkward silence. Nelson dropped them off and they went inside. Lisa stayed to, 'Give him gas money.', though Zia spied on her though a window, and saw them kiss each other.
  Lisa came in to Zia tapping her foot. Milhouse had gone to bed the minute he got home, leaving the two of them able to talk without him knowing.
  "Why aren't you in your room, Zia?" Lisa asked. Zia spent most of her time in her room, in the internet, so it surprised Lisa to see her standing in the living room.
  "Mom, we need to talk." Zia had gone over how she was going to do this in her head on the way home.
  "What about honey?" Lisa was worried that she might've done something stupid, such as get pregnant. "Is something wrong?"
  Zia sat on the couch, and Lisa sat next to her. "I know about you and Nelson," she said simply.
  Lisa paled at that. She started to stammer, trying to say something, but not knowing what to say.
  "I know you've been cheating on Dad with him. And I know that you love him."
  Lisa didn't know what to say. She composed herself and began to talk, slowly, trying to find the right words. "Zia. This may be hard for you to understand, but I'm not in love with your father anymore; I still love him, but not like I used to."
  "I know, Mom." Zia looked down at the ground.
  "How did you find out?" Lisa asked. "I've been very discreet about us."
  "I found out through the time window' I wanted to see your future, and I saw one called 'Lisa's Heartbreak'."
  Lisa looked at her with a puzzled look. "'Heartbreak?"
  "Yeah. It showed you standing on a balcony at The Hibberts, during their New Years Party. Nelson was there, and he ened your affair. He said that he couldn't do it anymore, that you had to leave Dad or he would stop seeing you."
  "He did." Lisa was beginning to get worried even more.  
  "You said you couldn't because of me, that going through a divorce and leaving Dad would have been unfair to me. You cried when he left. I checked your other futures, and you were miserable, in a loveless marriage that got worse as the years went on." Zia took a deep breath. "I want you to leave Dad."
  Lisa was shocked. She wasn't expecting any of this; she expected her daughter to hate her for doing this to the family, to tell to stop seeing Nelson. But not this. "You want me to leave him?"
  "Yes." Zia looked her mother in eyes. "I'll be fine; I can handle what happens between you two, but I can't see you live a long, miserable life with Dad if you can live a happy one Nelson."
  Lisa began to cry. She couldn't believe her daughter could be so selfless. She had wanted to be with Nelson for years, but couldn't bring herself to hurt her family. "Okay." Lisa's voice cracked. She hugged Zia in a lung crushing hug. "Thank you, Zia. Thank you."

  
  
  Lisa stood on the balcony in The Hibbert's house. She was with Nelson; she had told him that she was going to leave Milhouse and be with him, stopping him from ending their relationship. Lisa had already explained things to Milhouse. He didn't like it; he cried when she told him; but he agreed to get a divorce in the end.
  The two planned to get married as soon as possible. Bart was happy for them; he knew Lisa was happier with Nelson than she was with Milhouse. Marge and Homer also approved; they didn't like the thought of their eldest daughter having an unhappy marriage with Milhouse.
  LIsa and Nelson stood on the balcony, waiting for the new year to start. They knew in their hearts that this year was going to be the best one out the many that were to come.
This is my entry for the NelsonxLisa Holidays Fanfic Contest. When I saw the episode, I was mad that Lisa ended up with Milhouse. But I remembered how they showed her frowning when she married him. I also remembered the way that Lisa asks Bart if she should have married Nelson, saying she still talked to him. She also implies that she is the one who calls him, rather him calling her.
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"I sense there's something in the wind,
That feels like tragadies at hand,
And though I'd like to stand by him,
Can't shake this feeling that I have,
The worst is just around the bend,
And does he notice,
My feelings for him?
And will he see,
How much he means to me?
I think it's not to be.
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd,
In their enthusiastic cloud,
Try as I may it doesn't last,
And will we ever end up together?"

I found my self singing these lyrics while laying in my bed during the early morning hours. Thinking of the infamous...well lets leave him unnamed. I reached my arm above my head and stared at it, moving each digit individually letting the light hit my face in several different ways. A quick movement in the shadows. I sit up alarmed, but alas, it is all in my imagination. Or it may be paranoia...My sanity has slowly been fading away, along with my imagination and creativity. I thought of my nightmare from the previous night. "Impossible," I thought, "He wouldn't do that." I sigh. Getting out of the safety of my bed. I shiver, it's colder than you would expect a summer morning to be. I sit my self in front of my laptop and visit my e-mail, face book, and deviant art. I ponder the thought of breakfast, but decide against it. I'm far too lazy to make breakfast. A door slams. I turn... Damn paranoia.

Later. I've still nothing to do... Well I've got plenty to do, but nothing seems to interest me at the moment. Still haven't eaten, so I decide to take a shot of caramel from the bottle in the fridge. I go tell my sister to clean up her mess in our room. Like everyone else, she decided to treat me like crap, I've allready had enough from middle school preps. So what do I do? I get pissed. Plan on telling my dad when ever that asshole gets home, but at the moment I tell my "step-aunt". My dad gets home looking pissed as ever. Here's what I hear, "Bla bla bla, how do expect me to do something about a problem you don't tell me about!?" I respond with " I was going to tell you when you got home!"

It seems as if I make one mistake, everyone gets pissed at me...

I'm all ways interrupted...

I'm allways ditched at one point or another...

I have horrible ideas...

My point - I'm a failure.

I cannot do anything correctly.

I finally begin to realize the meaning behind the lyrics I've been singing. There's a good chance he and I won't grow up an get married and all that other gushy stuff. I'll also have a broken heart and be depressed for several months after we brake up. I don't want to brake up...

Does he know how much he means to me? I'm sure he does. But I have never experienced these feelings before. I really hope we end up together...

Thinking... For me that usually turns out badly. I continue any way.

I finish singing the lyrics to end my seemingly happy but truthfully miserable day.

"And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not,
It's never to become,
For I am not the one."
Just some of my thoughts.... I don't own the song, it is just one of my many favorite songs from "The Nightmare Before Christmas"
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Just once, let me be happy.
Just once, look at me as if
I'm the only person in the world.
I know you won't.
You can't.
Just once, can't I be happy?
Just once, don't ignore me.
Just once, tell me everything.
Everything you've kept from me.
Everything that's "not important".
Why can't you do that?
You keep hurting me...
You don't even know,
How I lay here at night,
The warm tears of sadness,
Running along my cheeks.
I tell myself to shut up, be quiet.
I know you love me.
I don't want to lose you.
But it hurts...
Just once, let me love you.
Just once, be there when I need you.
Just once, cheer me up.
Just once, please comfort me.
Thats all I want.
Just once.
This s intended for my boyfriend. I just decided to spill my guts. Dont critcize the poem.
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HO-MER SIMP-SON / MARGE SIMP-SON / LI-SA / MA-GGIE / BART
SAN-TAS LI-TTLE HEL-PER
A-BRA-HAM SIMP-SON
LE-NNY / CARL / SMI-THERS / M-R BURNS
KENT BROCK-MAN / BUMBLE-BEE MAN / KRUS-TY / SIDE-SHOW MEL
CO-MIC BOOK GUY
DIS-CO STU / PRO-FE-SSOR FRINK
MOE / MAYOR QUIM-BY
WI-GGUM / WI-LLIE
TE-RRI / SHE-RRI
SEY-MOUR / ED-NA K / SU-PER IN-TEN-DENT CHAL-MERS
U-TER / BLIN-KY THE FISH / JEB-E-DI-AH SPRING-FIELD / FAT TO-NY / SNAKE / GILL
A-PU / MAN-JU-LA / MISS HOO-VER
NEL-SON / MAR-TIN / O-TTO / JIM-BO / RALPH / DOLPH / KEAR-NEY
PA-TTY / SEL-MA
HER-MAN / MOLE-MAN / THE SEA CAP-TAIN
SIDE-SHOW BOB TER-WILL-I-GER AND REV-ER-END TIM LOVE-JOY
DUFF-MAN
BAR-NEY GUM-BLE
DOC-TOR HI-BBERT / DOC-TOR NICK
HANK SCOR-PI-O
MIL-HOUSE VAN-HOU-TEN
SLACK JAWED CLE-TUS
NED / ROD AND TODD FLAN-DERS
RA-DI-O AC-TIVE MAN / IT-CHY / SCRAT-CHY / POO-CHIE
TROY MC-CLURE / JAS-PER / KANG AND KODOS
Not official of course ;)
My first piece of dA writing!

I generally don't like listening to instumentals, I like tunes I can sing a long to, but one of the few exceptions is The Simpson's theme tune.
However, for a bit of fun one day, I decided to write lyrics to it in the form of characters names.
I tried to include as many characters as I could (68) and put them in relevant groups.
Like Karl did for Homer in season 2, all the characters names are spelt "pho-ne-ti-ca-lly"..might take a few reads/listens for it to make sense :)
Lyrics set to The Simpson's theme tune on track 1 of the Testify CD soundtrack.
Enjoy!

The Simpson's Matt Groening and FOX
Lyrics Me
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I would like to say a hug thank you to :iconcrlvr: for letting me use his collage if you like the Little man / Giantess fantasy please go and check out his fantastic work, I am very honoured to feature in a number of his pieces :D
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"Are you kidding me?"

The sound of that shout would have rippled through Sakuragaoka High School had it been louder. Afterschool Tea Time was supposed to be practicing today, but Yui's odd suggestion had thrown Mio in a bad mood. It didn't help that Yui had brought the supplies for her odd plan, which was enough bandages in her bag to fill a hospital. The other girls were just confused about the whole thing.

"Don't be like that, Mio," replied Yui. "It's just for fun."

"You want to be mummified! Why would that be fun?" asked Mio. "Where did you even get that idea?"

"History class," explained Yui. "The teacher was talking all about mummies and their wrappings and I thought it would look cozy, like being wrapped in a sleeping bag. So I thought you girls could try that on me. I'd rather do that with my best friends than with someone else."

"I'm for it!" cheered Ritsu. "Could be amusing to see."

"I wouldn't mind a day off to try something different," remarked Tsumugi.

"Well, I guess it's smarter to do with others than yourself," remarked Azusa. "Is it okay with you, Sawa-chan?"

"I guess so," replied Sawako, chowing on some cake. "Just as long as you're careful about it."

"Fine, I guess we might as well," admitted Mio. "Let's give her what she wants."

Yui took off her shoes, sat down and the wrapping began. Tsumugi and Ristu started off by wrapping her feet together with the bandages and moved up her legs to her hips. Yui stood herself up and they continued, moving up her body and wrapping her arms to her sides until they finally stopped at the base of her neck.

"So? How does it feel?" asked Asuza.

"It's...pretty nice!" giggled Yui. "It's like a warm, clingy blanket!"

She began hopping around the room, wiggling and shaking to see how tight her bindings were. The other girls watched her for a bit, surprised that it was actually kinda cute to see her like that. Ritsu in particular seemed to be interesting in it.

"That looks fun!" she squealed. "I wanna try that! Wrap me up too!"

Knowing there was no stopping Ritsu when she was in the mood for something, Tsumugi and Mio decided to go with it. Ritsu's shoes were soon off and the girls had her legs wrapping together before moving up her body. She was quickly wrapped up just like Yui, arms at the sides and up to her neck.

"Hey, this does feel pretty nice!"

Soon, Ritsu began bouncing around just like Yui, the two of them giggling like a couple of little kids with a new toy. They hopped around the room, bouncing into each other and around the furniture. The other three band members watched with a slight blush to their faces with Sawako looked mildly amused.

"That...does look kind of fun," admitted Azusa.

"It is! Try it!" exclaimed Yui.

"I...guess," said Mio softly.

Smirking, Sawako got up and moved over with Tsumugi as the two of them began wrapping up Mio and Azusa like the other two girls. Yui in particular watched with amusement as Azusa was trussed up in her bandages. After a few minutes, both girls were wrapped in bandages from the neck down.

The two shared a brief glance of initial embarrassment before they started wriggling in their bonds, testing out the new feeling of them. After a bit, they started feeling comfortable and began hopping around in them, prompting Yui and Ritsu to do some more. Tsumugi watched with a noticeably flushed face, prompting a smirk from Sawako.

"I take it you'd like to join them?" she asked.

"Yes, please," Tsumugi quickly said. "It looks so fun!"

Sawako took up the roll of bandages as Tsumugi removed her shoes. The wrapping began again, binding Tsumugi's feet and moving up her legs and her body, pining her arms to the side. In a few minutes, the last member of the Pop Music Club was a wrapped-up mummy. Tsumugi began hopping around like her classmates, who had themselves had settled down a bit.

"I, um, I guess this isn't too bad," remarked Mio.

"I don't think I'd wanna be like this all the time, though," added Azusa.

"I like it!" giggled Tsumugi. "It really is quite cozy!"

Sawako, glad the girls were content, idly glanced out the window and saw a couple of people looking in the door now and then, presumably attracted by the noise. None of them seemed to have seen the wrapped-up girls so far. She thought for a second and got a naughty idea in her head.

"Girls, people are starting to notice the noise," she said. "I've got an idea how to keep it down and make you a little more wrapped up."

"How's that?" asked Yui.

Sawako grabbed a few hankerchiefs from the desk she kept for the cold season and walked over to the girls. Taking one in hand, she gently inserted it into Yui's mouth, then used the bandages to wrap up her mouth all the way down to her neck. Yui gave a muffled response in surprise as the other girls looked on.

"Finally, a way to keep Yui quiet," quipped Mio.

Sawako wasted little time and gave the treatment to the other girls, stuffing their mouths with hankerchiefs and wrapping up their mouths. In a minute, all five girls were gagged to go with their bindings. They looked on in surprise as Sawako just grinned at them.

"Don't you all look nice like that," she giggled. "Relax, I'll unwrap at the end of the day. Just go and enjoy your bindings."

For a moment, the girls exchanged muffled exchanges between each other, finding out the limits of their new gags. After a bit, Yui gave a muffled yawn and hopped over to the side of the room, sitting down and snuggling up for a nap, having tired out from her hopping. Ritsu sat down with her and the others followed suit, settling down for a nap from their bondage. As Sawako began to settle down herself, there was a knock at the door.

"Yes?" she asked.

"It's Nodoka," came the voice from the other side. "Just here to drop off some forms."

Figuring she could get this done before she saw them, Sawako walked up to and opened the door. Nodoka stood there, a stack of forms in hand. As Sawako took the forms, Nodoka couldn't help but catch the girls just out of the corner of her eye.

"Just some...uh, forms for room...usage," she said quietly, her eyes glancing at the other girls.

"Not going to ask?" inquired Sawako, noticing her eye motions.

"Yeah, I think I'll just leave while I still have plausible deniability."

Nodoka quickly walked out the door. Sawoko simply shrugged and set herself back down at her desk with some cake and tea.

I think I'll leave them be for an hour or so, she thought. They'll be tired of it by then.
Here we have a goofy little bit of K-On! fan fiction about the girls getting themselves mummified. I was in mostly a light-hearted mood when I wrote this one up, which is why the girls spend most of their time playing and wriggling.
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God, the one I have faith in,
God, the one that guides me through fate,
God, the one who shall forgive me for my sin,
God, the one I hope to meet at the Heavenly gates.

God, the one who protects me,
God, the one whom I wish to seek,
God, the one who will set me free,
God, the one who is utterly unique.

God, the one who created mankind,
God, the one who treats me and you equally,
God, the one who I keep in mind,
God, the one who doesn't see me and you differently.

I look for no other name, except God.
To God's people. :)
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It was a beautiful day at the local college. Ms. Johnson, the local history teacher, was busy giving another one of her usual lectures. During the course of it, she seemed to be looking at one of her students, Christina, a bit more than usual. Like she had some interest. As Christina brushed a back a lock of her short blond hair from her eyes, she pondered what the teacher could be looking at her for. For now, she just brushed it off as nothing. Eventually, class ended and the students began to file out, but Ms. Johnson approached Christina.

"Excuse me, but could I see you after class for a bit?"

"Umm.....sure, Ms. Johnson...."

Inside, Christina began to worry - she was worried about that recent test and was terrified that this is about that result. In the office, Ms. Johnson simply sat at her chair. Near her was a roll of medical bandages and a large sarcophagus. She looked at Christina with a sly smile.

"Christina, how would you like to help me with a little something?" she asked calmly.

"Sure thing, Ms. Johnson. What's with the mummy stuff?"

"Simply put, the mummy I need for my next class on ancient Egypt hasn't shown up. It's quite vital to my demonstration. What I'm asking for...is a replacement."

"Oh! You mean you want me to help you make one?"

Ms. Johnson's smile grew wider.

"In a sense. You're going to be one."

The reality of Ms. Johnson's request dawned on Christina and she blushed, mouth agape at the notion.

"So you want to wrap me up in those bandages and keep me in that box for modeling....but your next class isn't until tomorrow."

"Hmmm, no, dear child. That would be inhumane. You would just meet me here tomorrow an hour before class and I'll wrap you up. If you do, I'm sure I can fix up that nasty little test score of yours."

Christina blushed again in embarrassment.

"Yeah, that wasn't my best effort, I'll admit.....okay, Ms. Johnson. You got yourself a mummy!"

"Good. Now, I don't want you telling anyone else about this. If word gets out, we'll both be in big trouble, understand?"

Christina smiled and made a zipper motion across her mouth.

"Very well. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"See you then!"

Christina smiled and took her leave. As she left, Ms. Johnson simply smiled and began to make her own preparations for tomorrow.

--

Christina returned the next day a good 90 minutes before lecture. Ms. Johnson was already waiting, bandages in hand and everything set up.

"Hello, Christina. Shall we get right into it?"

"Yeah, we better get started," said Christina with a nod. "You know Julie Batson always gets here a good 20 minutes early. So what do you need me to do?"

"First, take off your shoes. We don't want you being uncomfortable. Then hold your arms out and spread your legs so I can wrap those up first."

Christina obliged and slipped off her high-heels, spreading her arms and legs in spread-eagle fashion. Ms. Johnson then began to wrap her up, starting with her arms, then moving to her legs.

"How is it? It's not uncomfortable, is it?"

"Not at all - the bandages are actually pretty soft."

"That's good."

She then moved on to Christina's torso and hips, making oddly sure to get every curve filled in. The light blue T-shirt and red skirt she wore disappeared without a trace under the wrappings.

"Now, you might want to lay down on the desk for this next part."

"Mmhmm."

Christina nodded and laid over Ms. Johnson's desk on her back. Finishing the job, Ms. Johnson then wrapped up Christina's head, leaving room for the airholes. She then laid her arms over the chest mummy-style and wrapped some more bandages around them to hold them in place. She also bound the legs together around the ankles. Christina wriggled gently on the desk at the feeling of the new bindings.

"Mmmmm....mmm?" she asked.

"Don't worry. I'm just making sure you stay still and look more mummy-like. Now, are you feeling okay? Everything all right?" replied Ms. Johnson.

"Mmmmmmmmm......Mmhmm!"

Christina wriggled a bit more, finding the tight wrapping all over her kind of...nice.

"Good to hear. I suppose we should get you into position now." Picking up Christina, Ms. Johnson set her in the sarcophagus, leaning her against the back. "Now, when class starts, just stay still. Try not to wiggle or make noise, okay?"

"Mmhmm." Christina nodded quietly and smiled under the wrapping, nestling into the sarcophagus.

"Good. Now, just relax and it should go just fine."

Ms. Johnston closed the lid and wheeled the sarcophagus out into the classroom on a dolly. The students slowly started filling in and class eventually began. All the while, Christina was blushing furiously under the wrappings and making sure to hold incredibly still. If the others found out this was her, she'd NEVER hear the end of it.

The lecture of Egypt was fairly standard stuff, like how their society got the cool stuff like Stargates and card games and the like. Eventually, the lid was opened as Ms. Johnson began to explain in detail about mummies and their history. At that point, Christina stiffened up like a post, not even moving and keeping her breaths short to keep the movements of her breathing equally short. After what seemed like so long, the lid was shut again when Ms. Johnson finished with the part about mummies. At this point, the class went on break, so she wheeled the sarcophagus back into her office and opened it up.

"You did very well out there. The class really seemed to like you," she told Christina.

"Mmmm, thnnk yuh!" was Christina's muffled reply.

"I won't be needing you for the rest of the lecture. Would you like to just relax here?"

"Mmmm.....mmhmm!" She nodded again.

"All right. Have a good time." Ms. Johnson left, locking the door behind her.

"Mmmmmmph......."

Still nestled in her bindings and wrapped up tight, Christina felt warm and comfy enough to let herself drift into a little nap, her eyes already held shut by the soft wrappings over them. After an hour or so, class finally ended. Ms. Johnson came back and found Christina napping in her bounds. She smiled happily before shaking her gently, causing her to come to.

"Mmmmm, mmmmmm.....mmm, Mss Jnnsnn?" she asked sleepily.

"C'mon, sleepyhead, I think you need to be unwrapped now. Don't you have another class in a half-hour?" asked Ms. Johnson.

"Mmm, yrr'rr rght!"

"Hold still."

Ms. Johnson pulls out a knife and cuts away the wrappings around Christina, letting them fall into the sarcophagus. Christina held still until the last of the wrappings fell away as she got up out of the casing and stretched out happily.

"Mmm...... Aaaaah......that was actually a lot of fun!"

"I'm glad to hear it. To be honest, I enjoyed it too. If I need you again, would you like to assist me?" offered Ms. Johnson.

"Absolutely!" said Christina with a grin. "I'd do it even WITHOUT the extra credit. That was really fun!....." She blushed slightly. "That doesn't seem weird....does it?"

"Not at all. Anyways, you should hurry up and get going. Oh, and congratulations on getting an "A" on your last test," replied Ms. Johnson with a smile.

"Thanks! See you Friday!" she giggled as she left the office.

"See you later."

Once Christina has left, Ms. Johnson reached over and pulled out a small video camera she had hidden in one of the corners. Plugging it into her computer, she watched the footage she had taken of her and Christina, gently brushing her fingers over the screen at the part of her napping in the sarcophagus.

"Oh yes, we'll be having lots of fun together."
A short mummification story for you folks. This is actually an roleplaying transcript done between :iconianchroma: and I, which, which his permission, I dusted off and reworked into a story format. There aren't a whole lot of changes to it compared to the original, mostly just the changing of tenses and making some edits to the format, though I did rework it so the ending wasn't as obvious as before.
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"Bruder! Bruder!" called an adolescent Ludwig, as the boy stormed his way down the stretching hallways of his brother's home. He passed all of those delicate paintings and ornaments without a second thought as to where they had come from, or how his brother came into their possession. As far as the younger nation knew, his brother wasn't one for painting or sculpting all the time.

"Bruder? Are you in here?" his tiny voice chirped, as the boy stood up on the bones of his toes to push open a large heavy door, leading to his brother's bedroom presumably. A frown tugged at the young boy's lips when that familiar albino man wasn't coming into view as he scanned over the empty bed sheets, his empty work desk, and he even peeked into his brother's bathroom, just in case he could be hiding in there, trying to play a prank on poor Ludwig. His brother's room was large, with a ceiling reaching high into the air that always made Ludwig dizzy if he tried to stare straight up at it when he was walking. His room was also decorated with all sorts of strange things, but Prussia always told Ludwig not to touch anything that looked delicate, and breakable, so he decided against searching over by his desk.

However, the spacious room wasn't really that big at all once the small boy started to zoom his way around, arms stretched out as if he was ready to take off into flight--which is exactly what he did, and ended up belly-and-face-down on his brother's sheets. He struggled, and kicked his legs around viciously until he could finally pry himself up, and raise his head up for a breath of air. However, he was not pleased when he couldn't find his brother there either--and he had even checked under all of those pillows!--so he hopped down from that bed, and decided to continue his search elsewhere.

As he made his way down the hallway, he started to wonder just where his brother could have gone. It wasn't that late, so his brother couldn't have gone out to play with his friends-playing is what Prussia told him to call it--and as far as Ludwig knew things had been pretty calm around the house, so there was no need for his brother to go out and fight.. At least, that is what he had hoped. The poor boy couldn't understand it one bit, why his brother would sometimes vanish, and come home beaten up! He couldn't think of any reason why someone would want to hurt Gilbert in any way. Gilbert was his only family, and he was the only person in the world Ludwig could trust, and once he was old enough, he made a silent promise to himself that he would beat up whoever was pushing his big brother around so much.

But onto finding him again! Ludwig found himself down by the kitchen soon enough, and peeked around the corner into the large room, on the look-out for anyone--especially their maids! If the maids caught him running around, they would immediately send him back to his room, and all the fun ideas he had wanted to bring up to his brother would have to wait, and he was bored! Picking on the maids with Gilbert wasn't exactly the nicest thing, but it kept Ludwig entertained and out of trouble. However, the boy spotted no one, and crept into the kitchen to continue his search.

"Gilbert?" he called, scurrying across the kitchen tiles, almost slipping across because of his socks. That was another thing they did together, too.. When the maids mopped the kitchen floor, Gilbert taught him a fun sport he liked to call 'kitchen skating', and they could spend hours doing just that, depending on when they were caught and each sent back to their respective rooms for the night. Ludwig grabbed a hold on to one of the coolers they had in their kitchen, and pried it open out of curiosity to peek inside. "Bruder?" he asked, as if his brother would actually be curled up inside, beer in hand. He pouted once more when his brother could not be found, but noticed something sitting on one of the shelves. Curiously, the blonde boy reached up, and took that half-empty mug down, and peeked into it, down at the strange brownish-coloured liquid floating around in it.

"This must be Gilbert's.." the blonde mumbled to himself, blue eyes inspecting the mug even more. He knew that he was not suppose to have whatever was inside, but he couldn't help his childish curiosity, and tipped the mug up to his lips, tilting it back until quite a bit of that liquid poured into his open mouth. At first, the cold liquid hitting the back of his throat startled him, and he nearly choked, but he swallowed every bit, and paused a moment.

The face the poor boy made would have made Gilbert laugh so hard he could have ruptured a lung. His eyes shut tight, and his lips puckered up, his brows furrowing. Quickly, the boy placed the mug onto the bottom shelf in the cooler, and slammed the door, running across the floor to the closest sink, using the pull-out drawers to create a make-shift staircase so he could reach it. He quickly turned the faucet, and stuck his hand under the cold water, bringing it to his mouth and repeating this process several times, until that awful taste was gone!

With a sigh of relief, Ludwig cautiously climbed down from the counter, and fussed a little at the awful feeling that strange drink left in his stomach. "Bruder's Saft tastes bad.." he huffed, puffing out his cheeks in a childish pout, and made his way out of the kitchen, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he continued to fuss about that awful taste.

Coming around a corner, the boy immediately stopped, and flung himself back against the wall, as the sound of two maids conversing reached his ears.

"Gilbert? I heard he's been in his study since morning, writing"

"He writes so much, but what does he write about?"

"himself, most likely" another chimed in, with a girlish giggle. "He's always going on about how 'awesome' he is.."

Ludwig didn't wait to hear the rest. Gilbert's study? Why hadn't he thought of this before? Ludwig's tiny feet hurried across the carpeted halls, as he turned many corners to finally reach the object of his desires. "Bruder!" the boy hollered again, even before the boy struggled to open up the door. That door was far heavier, and required a bit more of a shove as the large door creaked open.

He was met with familiar red eyes, staring at the small blonde with curiosity, pen-quill in hand, surrounded by books smothering his desk and work space. Gilbert's study was full of books, but the majority of them consisted of diary's kept by the albino. Ludwig was never allowed to read those books, but the poor boy could hardly read a word anyways--He had only started learning, and Gilbert's hand writing was god-awful anyway. How Ludwig was learning to write from Gilbert was nothing short of amazing.  "What's up, kiddo?" came his brother's first words, that filled Ludwig with even more joy.

Ludwig's lips curved up into a big smile at the sight of his brother sitting in front of him, and he immediately took off around that desk, making his own way around that mess, until his body met with Prussia's lap, his head flinging down to rest against the other's thighs, as If he had not seen his brother in years. "Bruder, Bruder! I've been looking everywhere for you!" the boy smiled, but not up at the other, who was now stroking the blonde's short hair.

"Have you?" came the other's reply, as a smirk passed his lips. "What did you want? Are the maids picking on you again?"

Ludwig took a step back, and shook his head "No, I was wondering if you could play with me. I'm bored, and I have nothing to do.." he pouted a little when he saw his brother's eyes leave him for a moment to look back at the pile of papers sitting out in front of him. Gilbert was always working or spending time with his friends, it was unfair--or at least that's what the childish mind of Ludwig's lead him to believe.

"Sorry kiddo, but I've still got some work to do" Gilbert gave his brother an apologetic smile. "But I promise we'll go cause hell after, is that a deal?" He added in that last part to save himself from a whining fit of 'why's and 'that isn't fair's.

"Work?" the blonde frowned, and all hopes of playing with his big brother faded almost immediately. "What kind of work? Is it going to take long..? I'm so bored, bruder" he whined.

Gilbert chuckled, and leaned back in his chair a little, crossing his legs as he watched that cute pout becoming larger the longer he went without an answer. "I don't have much left to do, I just have to write a few more pages of this book, and fill it up. Is that okay with you?"

Ludwig's pout vanished and his frown turned upside down, into a curious smile "write? Can I write with you, bruder? Please?"

"Write with me? ..Hn, I guess you could" he sat back up, turning in his chair, and reaching down into that bottom drawer of his desk, removing a few sheets of paper, a quill, and some ink. He handed them off to the younger nation, with a nod. "Don't make a mess--with the ink I mean. That stuff won't come out of your clothes for shit"

Ludwig nodded, and quickly made himself a neat little place where he could lay out on his stomach by the large desk, sprawling out to practice his writing-and that quickly went from writing, to drawing silly pictures.

As time passed, Gilbert would sometimes try to peek over his brother's shoulder at the pictures he was drawing, but he would always get a tiny glare, and a big pout, until the other retreated back to his desk. Hours passed before the albino finally let out a long sigh, and put his quill down, grinning lopsided from ear to ear at his newly finished 'I am so awesome' diary. After placing it with the rest he straightened out his shirt, and turned. "Ludwig, I finished, what have you-oh? Aw, I wasn't that long, was I?" Gilbert smirked, upon spotting the form of his brother lying on the floor, passed out and sleeping peacefully. He made his way over to the boy, and used his foot to pry a piece of paper lying under the boy's arms. He bent down, and picked up that piece of paper, examining the crudely drawn picture of what could have been himself with Ludwig, picture labeled at the top: 'bruder und ich' written in such terrible handwriting it made Gilbert snort out in amused laughter-either his handwriting was becoming worse, or he wasn't really concentrating, because it had been awful. When he was done glancing through his brother's 'works of art', he placed them into a drawer of his desk for safe-keeping and picked the smaller boy up into his arms, who curled up against his chest right away. He couldn't understand why the boy's face was so red, and warm. He frowned some, hoping the cold floor hadn't made his brother sick by falling asleep on it.

He made his way out of the room, and down the hallway down to the boy's bedroom. He pushed the door open, and walked to the boy's bed, placing him down under those sheets, tucking him in gently. He gave the boy a gentle peck to his forehead, whispering a soft "Gute Nacht, mein geliebter Bruder", before he made his way out into the hallway, turning off the light. He paused for a moment, before slowly closing the door, leaving it open just a little, enough for some light to sneak in, incase his brother awoke from a feverish dream or something.

"Man," the albino sighed, stretching his arms high above his head, making his way into the kitchen "I could really use a beer.." he snorted, popping open the freezer of his choice. "Huh? Aw, that's just great, one of the maids must have gone and taken my-ah? How did it.." he stopped himself, and just started to laugh, before reaching down for his beloved mug, downing the rest of his beer, and dropping off his mug in the sink to be cleaned out. "Aaah, that would explain everything, Mein Bruder" he chuckled to himself, before reaching down for his phone, to call up his two best friends for a 'night out'.

"But I have to be home before dawn" he hummed to the Frenchman on the other end. When asked why, the man just chuckled a little, smirking against the mouthpiece. "My brother's going to wake up with one hell of a headache.. I should be there at his side with a bottle of aspirin. And I've got a long explanation to give to him about some things too.." and when the other came to that understanding, they both hung up their line, and Gilbert got all set to leave, giving a final nod to the maids who were seeing him off.

"Don't wake Ludwig in the morning, just let him sleep. He's looking a bit under the weather," he smirked, and left, leaving the nurses only to guess what was wrong, but they complied with his wishes, and the poor blonde boy was left alone that morning, his brother waiting dutifully at his side for whenever he woke up.
eue;; sorry, first off, for the rambling text.. and the awful way it's written too

I was in SUCH a writing mood, and no way to vent it all out..so I wrote this short fic for :iconbrrrserker:

It's awful.. I know a lot of things are completely wrong, but I just don't care x'D I was bored, so just deal with it!

it's also 4:56 AM.. I think I should try and get some sleep, ne?

Ludwig, Gilbert are (c) to APH
Writing is (c) to me
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