Character(s) or Pairing(s): Germany, France, Prussia, Liechtenstein
Warnings: None for now.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Gilbert is a hunter of mythical creatures as his father and his father before him. The most highest in demands are the elves which are the hardest to find let alone capture. One night after setting a trap with his friends he is able to capture an elf.
When Gilbert had woken up the next morning there were two things that he had noticed. The first was that the wound on his side had healed and the second was that both elves were gone.
“They left the moment the sun had risen.” The Healer had told him when he asked. “They both wanted to get away before either you or your father had woken.”
After checking on the reminder of the wound on Gilberts side the Healer dismissed the both of them leaving father and son to walk back to their homes.
Vash watched the two walk down the road from his window for a moment before he sighed and left his house towards the fields where he kept his herbs and such.
Basket in hand and crouching in the grass his hands hovered over his self-made garden in search of ripe herbs.
“Balm and bay.” he murmured. “Good for healing wounds. Ginseng cures fevers for vampires, garlic for everyone else.”
He ran his dirt covered hands through his hair, grimacing when he realized what he had done. Gathering the already ripe herbs quickly he walked back to his house.
He placed the basket on the table to be sorted for later as he took a bowl and filled it with water from a yellow bottle and placed it over a small fire. His callused hands went over a selection of smaller bottles all lined in a proper order before selecting a red and black bottle. He waited for the water to begin to boil before he added a small amount from both bottles.
He watched the colors swirl before blending into one another and creating the color red.
“Red.” Vash murmured. “Blood is going to be spilt.”
The color continued to darken before turning black.
“Black. Darkness will override the land.”
The colors seemed to stop for a moment before they began lightened slightly to form a dark shade of blue.
“Dark blue. A war is coming.”
The colors almost seemed to hesitate before they lightened to a green color.
“Hope.” Vash sighed. “Hope for the future and all that it brings.”
He waved his hand over the bowl and it cleared once more. Using the now clean water Vash brought the basket of freshly picked herbs and selected a few to place into the water.
“Hope for the future.” Vash repeated. “How can we have hope for the future when humans refuse to allow change?”
“So.” Francis said sitting next to Gilbert at the bar. “I heard that you let two elves escape.”
“I didn’t let them escape.” Gilbert snarled. “Others attacked me and that allowed them to escape.”
“So you allowed more than two to escape.” Antonio said sliding next to Gilberts other side.
“I said I didn’t let them escape.” Gilbert snarled once more. He downed his drink and waved his hand for another one. “Stop alright.”
“Alright, alright.” Antonio said. He twirled his fingers around the rim of his own glass. “However you did see them right? What did they look like?”
“Just like the stories.” Gilbert said twirling the glass in his hands. “Tall, slender, long hair that falls to the waist, pale and smooth skin, and pointed ears.”
Francis sighed, almost sadly, his hand trailing along his bandana.
“They cause too much trouble.” Francis sighed. “Those elves. I believe we should just leave them alone before something bad happens.”
“How can inferior creatures like that do anything to the superior beings like us?” Antonio asked.
Francis shrugged. “I just think that we should leave them alone. I think it would benefit all of us.”
Antonio rolled his eyes. “Nothing is ever going to happen. They don’t have the ability to do anything.”
The rest of the night Francis didn’t say a single word.
Francis entered his home and securely closed and locked the door behind him. With the death of his father he found himself coming back to an empty and quiet home.
He placed his sword against the wall and his hand came up to the bandana covering his hair and ears.
Out of paranoia more than necessity he glanced around his home and nodded to himself when he knew that he was alone. With that he pulled his bandana off and stuffed it into his pocket.
Sighing to himself he started towards his bathroom in the hopes that a shower would clear his mind and his fear.
Out of habit he glanced at his reflection in the mirror hanging in the hallway on the way to his bathroom.
His fingers touched the mirror gently as he gazed over his short blonde hair.
He still remembered when he had cut it from its long length to its now short length. He had almost cried when he had held that knife and brought it to his hair. No one ever questioned him about keeping it covered or covering his ears. All the men had a weird quirk that they didn’t share reasons for.
His hands came to rest at the top of ears, both ending in a point sadly before shaking his head and going to take his shower.
Lilia giggled lightly as she held Ludwig’s hand in hers. The high grass tickled their legs as they walked across the fields.
They were safe here. No human could pass through the shield that they created. They could relax here.
Ludwig smiled down at his sister before he leaned down and picked her up. He placed her onto his shoulders. She giggled and cradled his head in her arms.
In both their arms were flowers. For Lilia they were white roses and in his own there were red roses. A full moon shined brightly in the sky.
Once they reached the clearing where they were all meeting Ludwig placed Lilia onto the ground, where she quickly ran towards her friends. She gave each of her friends a single white rose.
Ludwig shifted his own roses as he gave another glance at Lilia before walking slowly through the field.
He spotted Berwald and Tino holding hands and gazing around as others were talking to either their mates or asking others to become their mates.
He spotted Feliciano talking with his sister Elizaveta. Ludwig smiled and came up to Feliciano and embraced him from behind.
“Hello Feliciano.” Ludwig whispered into Feliciano’s ear.
Feliciano turned into his embrace to properly hug Ludwig.
Elizaveta spotted the roses in Ludwig’s arms and quickly and quietly left the two with a smile.
“How’s your leg?” Feliciano asked.
Ludwig grimaced slightly at the memory. “It’s fine now, I am more thankful for the fact that I hadn’t been captured.”
Feliciano shivered slightly and held Ludwig tighter. “If you had gotten captured and I never saw you again. I don’t know what I would have done.” he whispered.
Ludwig smiled and placed his chin on top of Feliciano’s head. “I’m sorry that I made you worry.”
Feliciano nodded as he stepped back. His eyes finally fell to the red roses in Ludwig’s arms and he blushed slightly. “Your giving red roses? To who?”
Ludwig smiled and held the roses towards Feliciano. “You.”
The blush spread from his face to the tips of his ears. “Me?”
Ludwig ignored his own blush as he nodded. “I want to be your mate Feliciano. I love you.”
The next moments were filled with silence as Feliciano slowly extended his hands and turned the roses in his arms before he jumped onto Ludwig and held him tightly.
“Is that a yes?” Ludwig asked in amusement.
“Yes!” Feliciano exclaimed before kissing Ludwig.