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🇨🇵x🇩🇪 Cold|Fight pt. 2 France x Germany

Hello!
I could have done better on this I'll be honest. I only like I halfway, it is very weird in my eyes...

If you are interested in the GExRE book, I made a post about that earlier today, check it out if you want an update on the current situation.

I also have two rough first drafts right now and can't decide which one to continue, should I post them on my profile and you tell which one you like better?

Also we will hit 6k as soon as a few people read this. We are at 5.99k at the moment I am not even kidding it is hilarious to me...
So thank you very much for that, you'll also get a post for that!
I sure am posting a ton...

Oh well, I hope you'll still have fun reading this! It is my last week of school then I get a two week autumn break, so possibly more frequent updates for a short time!

And I gotta get to work on cleaning the Google docs of this book up. I want to have this book printed and bound for my friend's birthday in January and it will be a ton of work to do...

Just to say it, we are at about 73000 words and around 140 pages by now...
I have no other hobbies I am noticing it clearly now...

Also completly random but is there a certain prompt from the rusger prompt list in "Roses" you'd like to see first?

Anyway have a nice day/night!

Words: 1644

Who in their right mind would ring his doorbell at three in the morning? During a severe thunderstorm too. This was surely a trick to break into his house, Germany was absolutely certain. He went downstairs in just his pyjamas and an open bathrobe and made his way to the door. He left all the lights out on purpose and moved quietly to peek through the warped, wiggly glass panels of his door.

The person on the other side wasn't looking at the door and basically just repeatedly slammed their hand down on his poor doorbell. He contemplated calling the police when the stranger turned and he could get a glimpse of his face, the colours on it at least.

All previous doubts and mistrust evaporated right that second and he bolted to the door and unlocked it. It was a distorted image, but the three vertical stripes, blue, white and red, were enough for him to know it was France, his France who he'd been worried sick about. He had been for the entire day.

The Frenchman visited Britain today, in order to officially end his relationship with him and tell him about his new, blossoming love with his rival of all people.
Germany didn't feel good about this arrangement at all, he had tried to convince France to let him come or do it in a public place, like a café, or a coffeeshop, but he didn't listen. He didn't want to end his relationship like that, it had been a part of his life for a long time now, Britain had been an intimate part of his life for a long time now. Far too long in the German's eyes. Far too long in his own eyes.

France whipped around like a startled animal then half stumbled, half fell into his arms when he swung the door open to let him inside. He was drenched in rain, ice cold and a shivering, crying mess. Germany immediately tried to calm him down and get his ragged breathing back under control, but he seemed inconsolable at the moment, so he decided to get him inside and warmed up again first.

With France clinging on to him he slowly turned himself, his right arm wrapped around the other's ribcage to push him flush against his body and move him along as he turned away from the cold wind. Next he closed the door with his left hand and foot. It would have been embarrassing to see how clumsy he looked doing it, but with the situation at hand he'd have to get to those thoughts later.
Once the lock was secured and he was sure nothing would open the old oak door he let out a little sigh of relief, one less thing to worry about.