Aubade [Hetalia Fanfiction - PruHun]The woman he loved, he met her only once in his life.More Like This
It was early in May, when the air was crisp and the clouds were grey and the promise of rain hung still in the air. Puffs of smoke snaked through the sky as a train sped forth and travelled through the rails. The horn resounded and the wheels screeched to a stop as the train reached the station, the bellow of the conductor and the patter of footsteps enough to call the attention of the German soldier seated inside.
"Excuse me," a woman called out, her heels clicking as she made her way towards the man. "Is this seat taken?"
Sapphires met emeralds as Gilbert's eyes fell onto the girl, the power of his gaze like a torrential downpour waiting to be released onto the world.
He blinked. She tapped her foot, impatient.
"Not at all, Miss," the soldier replied at last. "Go ahead; sit by me. My name's Gilbert, by the way."
We're so different, you and I; it's a wonder how we'll ever survive.
"So…" the woman bega
Experiments in Technique: LovinoHis kisses were long, fiery, passionate. With just the first touch he could set your heartrate to an unhealthy level, seconds in taking your breath so thoroughly your vision would go hazy. His hands would hold you in place, fingers lightly tracing circles into whichever surface he had settled on for the occasion. He wouldn't let them wander, instead focusing all of his efforts into deepening the exploration with his tongue, his lips leaving poems and dark secrets in the skin as he moved his mouth over any revealed skin he could find.More Like This
He would give them often unexpectedly, in often the most improper moments. Wandering down a sidestreet in Rome, and suddenly being pushed against the wall. Sneaking up behind you at a barbeque and making you lose track of the conversation.
But then he always knew exactly when it was needed. A small peck after the fireworks. A light lick when you missed a drop of gelato on your chin. A deep good morning call after spending the night toget