#musikleiter

[vonprasserei]

@musikleiter | x

“I’m loathe to admit it, but… you aren’t as terrible at this as I expected.” As they move slowly across the dance floor, Roderich’s steps are precise, not once falling out of place. “Have you been practicing as I advised you ought to?”

Julia, though a bit more practiced than she was a few months ago, still looks down to her feet every few steps. She hates that this is necessary, but she’d also hate to step on his feet. Not when it isn’t on purpose.

“The waltz is easy enough to learn on your own. I’ve asked around for a partner to practice with, if not to impress the queen. Haven’t had much luck, so...I appreciate this.”

[amantebravo]

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“Bésame...!”

[preussischekrahen]

Night Stalker (Closed AU)

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It was at times like these that Gilbert wondered what he had done to deserve all this. Of course he only had around a week’s worth of experiences since he had woken up in an alleyway the Friday before with no memories aside from his name. Still, it seemed like he must have done something terrible to be trapped in an endless cycle of starving and hiding in the dark. He was dirty, endlessly cold, alone, and from what he’d seen briefly reflected at him in a shard of a mirror, entirely frightening in appearance with red eyes and white hair. Everything about his current existence was miserable, not to mention he’d been stuck in the same jeans and red t-shirt this whole time. Peering out from under the edge of the box he’d been hiding in, he gave a sigh of relief as the sun finally sank low enough to allow him to come out. He had learned the hard way on the first morning that the sun was painful to be in at all.

Edging out into the alley proper, he groaned as he felt his throat burn. Since yesterday it had felt as bone dry as a desert and the fangs he now sported seemed to ache with need. He knew what his body was telling him to get. Every time a stranger walked past, he had to stop himself from lunging. Even now he could hear the faint sound of a pulse thrumming in his ears, practically begging him to hurry up and give in to his urges. He couldn’t do that though, it felt so wrong. Grumbling to himself, he padded out to the edge of the alley and froze as he realized for the first time in the past week, someone had actually seen him.

[ask-the-eternal-state]

👫 + Austria

HC: they’re trying their best [because nato says so]

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[landforces-archived]

musikleiter

  Be honest: what do you consider your greatest...

Rude.

They said I could not lie.

[zoetbelgies-blog]

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Clarisse offers a wide grin, clasping her hands together. “You think so? I’m trying a new recipe, this one is supposed to me more.. buttery. You don’t think it’s too much? Or not enough?” She was resisting the urge to be more intrusive and lean in, but she still felt the need to be respectful. In her eyes, Austria was the real confectioner, and she valued his opinion.

[vigliacco]

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  Third time’s the charm, correct? 

  ( He hopes so. )

  Fingers grip tight to the handle of his sword, rolling his shoulders to shift the gun strapped to his back. He knows it’s foolish to run into a fight like this with a short range weapon, but taking risks is only part of the fight.

  Going with what he’s skilled with may help him this time around.

  “ ... I don’t know what to say to you this time around. Maybe this’ll be it; don’t you think three wars is too much, Mr. Aus-- ... No, I really shouldn’t call you that anymore, should I? For someone trying to break away from you, I’m really doing poorly, aren’t I? ”

  ( Veneziano hears his voice crack and winces. )

  “ Austria... let’s make this the last one. For your sake and mine, let me go. ”

[avecelegance-blog1]

@musikleiter // starter call. not accepting.

“Bonjour, Roderich!” he calls out, waving as if his voice wasn’t enough to announce his presence. “I’m so glad I caught you, I just remembered that I’ve had some questions I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Francis waited for a moment, before throwing caution to the wind and bypassing any form of permission that the other nation would’ve given him.

“Have you ever had sex on that piano of yours? I’ve heard that it can be quite riveting.”