Post by Austria on Oct 10, 2011 3:42:27 GMT -6
[/color][/size]No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no
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I Won't Say I'm in Love
Habsburg Empire 1521-1780[/center]
Walking slowly and carefully down the long, regal hallway of the Habsburg manor, Roderich sighed slightly as he adjusted his gardening gloves. He was about to go to the garden at this moment, suddenly getting the urge to do some tidying up around the manor gardens. And possibly, go to his favorite spot and pick flowers that he can put around the manor.
However… That wasn't really his intention. He just wanted something to do, to get his mind off of…
Well, him.
The man he is married to, for quite some time now.
Lately, he has found himself thinking of him more and more. Though their marriage is purely political with no emotional attachment, he still felt like something was missing whenever the other was away on his long voyages. He missed his presence, the way he would annoyingly prance about on the hallway, the way he would suddenly come up to him and surprise him. He never counted the days he was away, because looking at a calendar reminded him how long he was going to be gone. He hated that feeling, the feeling of looking at the calendar and seeing that he was going to be gone for a day more, a month more. He would rather his coming home be a surprise, because then he wouldn't feel as lonely.
Oh no wait. Get away from that train of thought.
Why would he care? He didn't love him. He didn't even like him when they got married. And here he is now, missing his presence? That just couldn't be. No. He was just being delusional.
Yes, back to those flowers.
Going out the back door that directly led to the gardens, the aroma of the growing flowers and the morning dew that was barely dried soon made him calm down and stop thinking overall. The sun was just about peeking from the horizon (he loved waking up this early, to witness the sunrise), which brought a small smile upon his face. He went to pick up the gardening can, and began watering the plants and bushes around. The garden was lush and very well cared for, thanks to Roderich's careful and constant attention.
Afterwards, though, he opted to sit in the middle of the red carnation garden. Why, he didn't really know, but somehow, he felt more… safe and comfortable in this section of the flower garden than anywhere else. Even the edelweiss didn't give him as much comfort as this. And this only really happened when Antonio was away. It might be because this is Antonio's national flower.
Woah, wait. He wasn't supposed to remind himself that he missed Antonio. Quickly getting up from his position, he carefully dusted himself and cleared his throat, a slight blush coming to his cheeks. No, seriously. He did not just think of his husband. Political husband. Really.
He opted to pick a few carnations, though, as he bent down and gathered them into a neat bundle. And as if mechanically, he moved on to the edelweiss bush and gathered some too, creating a bouquet of both of their national flowers together. In his mind, the flowers blended well together, just like him and Antonio.
Wait, what?
No, he did not just think that.
Shaking his head some to get the thought out of his head, he went back inside to find a vase to put the flowers in. Somehow getting a feeling that Antonio was coming home today, he put the flowers in the vase by the front door, where the Spaniard could easily spot them if he did come home today. A slight smile once again adorned his face at that thought, and then he realized what he was thinking, and assumed the stoic face once more.
No more thinking about him. Seriously.
He's supposed to feel nothing for him, and yet, what is this? Why is he constantly thinking of him? Why does everything he see and do seem to remind him of his presence?
He hasn't really… fallen in love with him, has he?
No, that's impossible. Very impossible. That couldn't be it.
…Or is it?
Without even realizing it, he removed his gardening gloves, went up to their room to freshen up, and in about half an hour was as impeccable as impeccable could get (as always). Somehow, he knew Antonio was coming back home today, and he wanted to look his best.
Even though he couldn't really understand why.
Grabbing a book, he sat on the couch nearest to the front door and waited. He wanted to be the one to open the door and welcome him if he does come home.
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It's too cliche
I won't say I'm in love
[/blockquote]It's too cliche
I won't say I'm in love
