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Queen Anne’s lace and sweet pea

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queen anne’s lace – who do you trust the most?sweet pea – who means the world to you? why?

[ without hesitation ]

ME AND MYSELF.

What, you think I’d say Ilse or something? She ain’t the world, she’s Austria, that’s already too much for me.

[savedpeople]

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“Oh, you. I think I could give you a seven and a half… eight on a good day.” He breaks into a grin. “Damn pretty face— not gonna lie to you, pretty fucking hot sometimes. Rest of ya looks promising too but, I’m just goin’ by what I can see.” A slip of tongue peeks between teeth as his gaze shamelessly trails down, just for a second. “The score could change, if you ever earned yourself a… reevaluation.”

[theblackeagle]

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1781

Prussia was silently wondering why he had even bothered to come, since despite the League of Shared Neutrality his feelings on Austria were  less than cordial. Still the thought that Austria had to invite him and see his face at a ball among the other nations of the group and state officials made Prussia feel a sense of vindictive delight. Hopefully he would feel annoyed at his presence.  Prussia thus decided to make it his mission to subtly spite Austria during the ball and also to enjoy himself as much as possible since he did love balls even if this was simply a poor excuse to hold one for the sake of holding one. Hopefully he would avoid Joseph II too who he greatly disliked ever since his craven liking of Fritz had given way to a clear intention to sabotage him. Spotting Joseph Prussia quickly went out of slight and happened to bump into Hungary as soon as he was safe. He smirked and said, “So you’re here too huh? Did Austria actually let you come? Been a while since we talked properly, how about we actually catch up? And oh how’s priss and your king Joseph treating you huh?”

[damnprussia]

Diversion to Gödöllő

Autumn 1879

Going to Vienna was never something that Gilbert enjoyed doing. In fact, he tried to avoid it at all costs, if necessary. So when he was on his way, in an effort to make some political small-talk to people he despised but also see his life-long friend who was obviously in distress, that he was needed elsewhere, in Hungary - he ensured that he was steadily on his way.

It was further south than Vienna was, so it took longer to get to, but he didn’t mind that at all. Waiting in a carriage for hours, however, was hardly his idea of a good time. But Erszi seemed to need more palatable company than the Austrians she had been forced to surround herself with.

So when he touched the ground in front of the palace, Gilbert finally let out a sigh of relief, stretching out. He wore his dress military uniform, as per his norm, but it was suitable for traveling.

He was greeted by servants and his horse and carriage taken away. “Please tell the lady of the house that I have arrived,” said Gilbert to one of the servants who was taking his things before going inside with an actual bright smile. Despite the unfortunate circumstances of their reunion, he was quite excited to see her.

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“I see my sheep have eaten all the vines in your part of the Tokaj region. How unfortunate...and I still haven’t found them either.  I hate to ask and I don’t really need your help, but help me find them so I can go home quicker.”

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      “Hey, what do you think about Belgium? The landscape, mostly.” Glancing up from her spot perched on the others table, Carina threw out the first question to cross her mind. It was the only reason she could have thought of to visit the other, although she had missed her to some extent. Those just weren’t words that often crossed her lips.