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chien_rouge525Hey Chien! Back at it again with the angst fics!
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ANYWAY! I'm back with another chaptered fic for the Hetalia Fandom. This time, I'll be borrowing the Charcters of the Nordic Five with the special appearance of England! It's a songfic, the song taken from an Arashi solo songs collection. This time, it's Gimmick Game by Ninomiya Kazunari. Lyrics translation credits to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yarukizero. Read away and tell me what you think guys! It's my first time writing a Nordic Five thing so let me know in the comments below what you think!
On to the sumary!
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They've been lovers since freshmen year. 3 years have passed and everyone agrees they are the typical relationship goals. Good looking, good grades, with fantastic athletic ability. Mathias lives up as the sweet, caring and protective boyfriend to his otherwise darling and adorable, Lukas. He's lucky to have him they say.
But things aren't always picture perfect.
And any relationship would have that one flaw.
It's a story where the rules of the game is simple: Keep up the appearance. Use any gimmick, tactic, or any strategy. It's the never ending process of lying and deceit. As they say, all is fair in love and war, but prepared to lose and be hurt and to hurt.
Will you still play?
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Prologue:
All the world’s a stage. And all the men and women merely players.
A printout of ‘Shakespeare’s Works’ gripped tightly by beautiful, slender fingers. A deep baritone voice carried the words into the atmosphere, drowned by the sounds of the clatter of the students’ feet along the cobblestone walk of the large diamond quad. The early afternoon sun gave the trees the impression of artists painting the ground with patches of sunlight that swayed from time to time with the pick-ups and the die-downs of the wind. There were sounds of gay chatter and occasional complaints on the workload and the barely audible sounds of the school’s orchestra playing Giuseppe Verde’s Va Pensiero at the third floor Music Room. From far away came the faint clanking of railroad tracks and honking horns over at the expressway followed by loud hotel construction materials. His eyes were focused on the printout, I had parked my sights on the large marble building that was the University Building. Two people sat on a bench, under the warm glow of the afternoon sun, small amounts of light hitting their skin, as they read out from the printout. Gradually, their hands are brought together, clasped in a hold. Cobalt blue eyes stared deeply into crystal blue and saw the deep Hornindalsvatnet.The distance between them decreased, yet their was the rapid beating in their chest.
The serene chorus of Va Pensiero rang out in harmony as the shadows of the leaves attempted to hide the fateful kiss. The passing students ignored the conspicuous display of affection as if it were not a sight to behold and continued on with their gay chattering or looking ever intently in their lecture notes.
Lips locked together. Eyes closed, savoring every moment as the wind started to once again pick up, just barely lifting the leaflets of paper still held tightly by the Dane’s hands. The kiss breaks as the winds billowed sending the papers flying to the sky. The Dane quickly got up from the bench and scrambled to collect the leaflets strewn on the quad grounds.The Norwegian that accompanied him stayed seated at the bench watching intently as the Dane picked up the leaflets one by one, chasing after the ones that evaded his hand. The sky had turned gray with clouds. Droplets of rain began falling slowly at first then it became a full fledged rain. The Dane ran back to his companion and took his hand. They quickly ran across the quad and onto the white university building for shelter. The Norwegian’s left hand gripped the Dane’s right . On his other, he held the now soggy printouts from Lit Class, ink dripping, spreading throughout the white sheet, blurring the words. It was cold and the wind was as fierce as ever. But the hand that held him, dragged him to shelter and continued to hold him throughout the night was warm.
The game had begun.
.
.
Stop.
ANYWAY! I'm back with another chaptered fic for the Hetalia Fandom. This time, I'll be borrowing the Charcters of the Nordic Five with the special appearance of England! It's a songfic, the song taken from an Arashi solo songs collection. This time, it's Gimmick Game by Ninomiya Kazunari. Lyrics translation credits to
yarukizero. Read away and tell me what you think guys! It's my first time writing a Nordic Five thing so let me know in the comments below what you think!On to the sumary!
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They've been lovers since freshmen year. 3 years have passed and everyone agrees they are the typical relationship goals. Good looking, good grades, with fantastic athletic ability. Mathias lives up as the sweet, caring and protective boyfriend to his otherwise darling and adorable, Lukas. He's lucky to have him they say.
But things aren't always picture perfect.
And any relationship would have that one flaw.
It's a story where the rules of the game is simple: Keep up the appearance. Use any gimmick, tactic, or any strategy. It's the never ending process of lying and deceit. As they say, all is fair in love and war, but prepared to lose and be hurt and to hurt.
Will you still play?
-------------
Prologue:
All the world’s a stage. And all the men and women merely players.
A printout of ‘Shakespeare’s Works’ gripped tightly by beautiful, slender fingers. A deep baritone voice carried the words into the atmosphere, drowned by the sounds of the clatter of the students’ feet along the cobblestone walk of the large diamond quad. The early afternoon sun gave the trees the impression of artists painting the ground with patches of sunlight that swayed from time to time with the pick-ups and the die-downs of the wind. There were sounds of gay chatter and occasional complaints on the workload and the barely audible sounds of the school’s orchestra playing Giuseppe Verde’s Va Pensiero at the third floor Music Room. From far away came the faint clanking of railroad tracks and honking horns over at the expressway followed by loud hotel construction materials. His eyes were focused on the printout, I had parked my sights on the large marble building that was the University Building. Two people sat on a bench, under the warm glow of the afternoon sun, small amounts of light hitting their skin, as they read out from the printout. Gradually, their hands are brought together, clasped in a hold. Cobalt blue eyes stared deeply into crystal blue and saw the deep Hornindalsvatnet.The distance between them decreased, yet their was the rapid beating in their chest.
The serene chorus of Va Pensiero rang out in harmony as the shadows of the leaves attempted to hide the fateful kiss. The passing students ignored the conspicuous display of affection as if it were not a sight to behold and continued on with their gay chattering or looking ever intently in their lecture notes.
Lips locked together. Eyes closed, savoring every moment as the wind started to once again pick up, just barely lifting the leaflets of paper still held tightly by the Dane’s hands. The kiss breaks as the winds billowed sending the papers flying to the sky. The Dane quickly got up from the bench and scrambled to collect the leaflets strewn on the quad grounds.The Norwegian that accompanied him stayed seated at the bench watching intently as the Dane picked up the leaflets one by one, chasing after the ones that evaded his hand. The sky had turned gray with clouds. Droplets of rain began falling slowly at first then it became a full fledged rain. The Dane ran back to his companion and took his hand. They quickly ran across the quad and onto the white university building for shelter. The Norwegian’s left hand gripped the Dane’s right . On his other, he held the now soggy printouts from Lit Class, ink dripping, spreading throughout the white sheet, blurring the words. It was cold and the wind was as fierce as ever. But the hand that held him, dragged him to shelter and continued to hold him throughout the night was warm.
The game had begun.
