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Against my will, it seems my Austria is getting more like my Vincent every day. Now he's having creepy-obsessive thoughts about Hungary. Granted, it's more like a one-time deal, and he gets better, so I'm still more apt to call it love with a sprinkling of obsession, rather than obsession with a sprinkling of...whatever it was Vincent put on top.
Sexual frustration is a bitch. Austria, if you weren't such a gentleman, you wouldn't have this problem. Maybe you should go slut yourself out, just for a release, you know?
...Man, that's a hot thought. No wonder Hungary can't manage to leave him, even though he's bad for her.
He's also a sneaky, manipulative son of a bitch, and a total pencil-neck priss besides, so maybe he's got some Hojo in him, as well.
(I swear. Sometimes I think the only thing that keeps me going with this complicated fuck-all of a romance is my head-canon where they actually develop a healthy relationship post-Iron Curtain--one thing my Vincent can't exactly claim with Lucrecia. And one thing I haven't yet written, because who wants to write about healthy relationships? They're boring. Nice, normal lives don't make for good stories.)
Also, I've been writing some Poland. And IT IS EVERYTHING I HOPED IT WOULD BE AND MORE AWESOMENESS ON TOP OF THAT.
Seriously. Poland is, like, rival-Prussia awesome.And I want to marry Spain and have Liechtenstein as a friend, but that's beside the point.
I'm a big fan of M*A*S*H, and I admittedly infused a little bit of Max Klinger into my Poland (novelty cross-dressing turns into an actual coping mechanism), but it wasn't until today that I got the AMAZING idea of a scenario where they meet up and trade fashion secrets. As I refuse to touch the M*A*S*H fandom, and don't have any particular desire to start writing fics for it (I don't feel I have anything to add), I'm quite content to just let this be a happy plot-bunny in my head.
But if someone did happen to write that scenario, I'd owe them a fic of awesome on mere principle.
Which I shouldn't say, because then that very fic will fall into my lap tomorrow, and I'll be obligated to write a corresponding gift fic, and with my luck, my mind will be completely BLANK.
And I have enough RL things I need to concentrate on right now, anyway. I shouldn't even be writing Klinger!Poland and Vincent!Austria as it is. I should be taking a shower and going to bed.
And...on that note, I think I'm done with this post. XD
He's also a sneaky, manipulative son of a bitch, and a total pencil-neck priss besides, so maybe he's got some Hojo in him, as well.
(I swear. Sometimes I think the only thing that keeps me going with this complicated fuck-all of a romance is my head-canon where they actually develop a healthy relationship post-Iron Curtain--one thing my Vincent can't exactly claim with Lucrecia. And one thing I haven't yet written, because who wants to write about healthy relationships? They're boring. Nice, normal lives don't make for good stories.)
Also, I've been writing some Poland. And IT IS EVERYTHING I HOPED IT WOULD BE AND MORE AWESOMENESS ON TOP OF THAT.
Seriously. Poland is, like, rival-Prussia awesome.
I'm a big fan of M*A*S*H, and I admittedly infused a little bit of Max Klinger into my Poland (novelty cross-dressing turns into an actual coping mechanism), but it wasn't until today that I got the AMAZING idea of a scenario where they meet up and trade fashion secrets. As I refuse to touch the M*A*S*H fandom, and don't have any particular desire to start writing fics for it (I don't feel I have anything to add), I'm quite content to just let this be a happy plot-bunny in my head.
And...on that note, I think I'm done with this post. XD
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Date: 2010-02-13 03:38 pm (UTC)2) And I admittedly infused a little bit of Max Klinger into my Poland
... yes.
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Date: 2010-02-13 04:47 pm (UTC)Similarly, yes.
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Date: 2010-02-13 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-13 04:49 pm (UTC)