Stroll Down the Biarritz Beach M/M
Napoleon III x Bismarck the Great
Otto shuffled his shoes in the sand, looking out at the vast ocean. He couldnt help but feel a little nervous about seeing Louis face to face. Although his power was growing, Napoleon was on another league entirely, and the anticipation was making him shiver slightly, despite the good weather.
Only moments later, a fine man, ageing well and adorned with a mustashe to rival most appeared over the crest of the dunes. He smiled upon seeing Otto, and went to raise his hand to wave, before scalding himself for lack of proffesionalism. He was just here to negotiate. He was not going to get distracted. Absolutely not. But damn, did Bismarck really have to wear a suit that fitted.
Otto watched as Napoleon sauntered towards him, unaware of the thoughts going through the Frenchmans head. Louis had a look on his face that Otto couldn't quite place, but it was making him regret suggesting such a typically romantic location to hold this meeting, it sure was going to make it difficult to remain proffesional.
~Olivia ( @opalitestarlight )
