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Title: C’est La Vie
Author: kira
Genre: slice of life
Characters: Germany, France, mention of Prussia, Italy, Romano, Spain
Pairing: Germany/France
Rating: PG
Word count: 880
Warning: none
Summary: France briefly entertains the thought of seducing Germany…
Author’s Note: Thanks to my beta Kat for looking this over for me. Thanks also to my other beta Jen for her assistance.

For Lana, Merry Christmas…

Italy was hosting this month’s World 8 meeting. While he was prattling on about some issues his government had with European Union, Germany leaned over to his brother and asked him to stop fooling around with France, and take notes so he could go over his presentation. When an argument broke out between Italy and Romano, Germany took that as an opportunity to slip away and find a quieter room to work in.

Germany found an empty boardroom, two rooms away. He left the door open a crack so that he could hear if anyone called for him, or failing that, they could easily find him when it came time to do his presentation. Setting his briefcase on the table, he walked over to the ancient air conditioner and tried turning it on. It sputtered and blew a steady stream of hot air into a room that was already warm. Groaning softly, he turned it off. Germany’s jacket soon followed. He rolled up his sleeves, loosened his tie and got to work. After a while he was in the “zone,” the heat and humidity forgotten.

When Prussia proved to be as focused on the job at hand as his younger brother had been, France got up and decided to use the restroom. He figured some cold water splashed on his face combined with a quick change of scenery would so wonders for relieving his boredom. The hallway was just as warm as the conference room, and cursing the hot, Italian summer, France strolled down the hall in search of the men’s room. While wasting as much time as he could, he spotted an open door. France wondered if he could get in a “quick siesta” as his good friend Spain would say, before anyone noticed he was missing.

France stood at the door and looked inside. He saw Germany sitting there, hard at work on what France assumed was the answer to Italy’s problems. He idly wondered why the two of them did not settle it in private, since everyone tended to go along with Germany’s proposals anyway, and save everyone the trouble. France was about to slip away when Germany laced his fingers together and brought them up and then over and behind his head. As he stretched, Germany let out a little half sigh, half grunt of pleasure while he leaned back in his chair.

Germany closed his eyes, it felt good to stretch and just be “lazy” for a few minutes while he relaxed. He moved his hands up again, his muscles rippling under his crisp white shirt. Taking a perverse pleasure in goofing off, Germany enjoyed his solitude, unaware he was being watched.

France’s breath hitched in his throat. Germany had matured into a fine young country. A wry smile tugged at his lips when he realized Prussia was not kidding when he said, “West was built like a brick shithouse.” He envied Italy’s familiarity with Germany, having seen a few of the paintings Italy had done with his best friend as a model. Seeing Germany in a rare unguarded moment made him want to paint him as well, but he knew that would never happen as Germany did not have a very high opinion of France, Spain too for that matter. France suspected they were tolerated because they were friends with Prussia.

When Germany sat up and rolled his shoulders, France nearly moaned out loud. The simple act looked so sensual that France briefly entertained the thought of seducing the young German. Unfortunately, that would mean tossing his centuries long friendship with Prussia out the window. Besides, it would have to be a long, slow seduction, as Germany would have to fall for him… and what was he thinking? France shook his head. It must be the heat getting to me… he thought. Too many people would be hurt by so foolish an action. “C’est la vie,” France said softly just as Germany looked over and spotted him.

“France?” Germany was surprised to see him. If anyone was going to come and get him, he figured it would be Italy, if not his brother. “Is it time to make my presentation?” He tightened his tie and gathered his papers into a neat pile.

“No, I don’t think so. I was just coming back from the men’s room and I thought I heard something. I’m sorry if I disturbed you.” France smiled and turned to go.

“It’s okay, I probably should go back now.” Germany took his paperwork, placing it neatly in his briefcase, before closing it. He, much to France’s amusement, rolled down his shirtsleeves and put on his suit jacket despite the sweltering heat. “Shall we?” Germany walked towards the door.

France nodded and stepped aside, so he could leave the room. It was all France could do to keep from reaching up and affectionately ruffling his hair as he was suddenly reminded of the shy little country Prussia had introduced him to all those years, no centuries, ago. They walked in companionable silence and entered the boardroom together, each heading for his own seat. While Germany quietly caught up on what he had missed from Prussia; France sat there, lost in his fantasies of what could have been if only things were different.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 2nd, 2016 07:17 pm (UTC)
Still good, Kira.
Jan. 2nd, 2016 07:28 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Kat! This was a toughie for me. XD
Jan. 2nd, 2016 07:45 pm (UTC)
You're welcome!
Jan. 2nd, 2016 07:58 pm (UTC)
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