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In any arrangement, there's usually a centerpiece. Flowers aren't much different. Oftentimes in their case it's a bigger flower, flamboyant and large and brightly colored, immediately drawing the eye towards it. Perhaps a lily, or a large rose. Perhaps two.
But, of course, you can't have the centerpiece alone. You need accents, smaller flowers and sprigs of vibrant plant life to fill in the empty spaces and focus attention towards the larger, more central pieces. They're just as important, but so often they go unnoticed; the subtle art the flower arranger has painstakingly created lost in the attention given to that one lily, that one rose.
Then life is like a vase of flowers, she supposed. If that were the case, then [y/n] was certainly only an itty-bitty piece of the overall arrangement. She liked it that way, too. It was so much easier than trying to take the spotlight.
The young woman reached out and tapped her ceramic mug with an unpainted nail, smiling a little at the soft ringing noise the action created. Right now she sat behind the counter of her little flower shop, doing nothing much in particular but perfectly happy nonetheless. It'd been a quiet week; not many customers had come in, but [y/n] had enough money saved up that a bit of a break was quite welcome.
She'd only just opened up shop today, actually. Early morning sunlight filtered in through the large front windows of the building, and curls of steam still rose gently off of her coffee cup. It wasn't as though [y/n] expected customers this early, but it was always better if she started the day sooner rather than later.
Just as she was raising her morning drink to her lips, however, the door to [y/n]'s shop burst open, the soft ringing announcing the arrival of a customer almost completely covered by the thudding footsteps as said customer raced to her counter, breathing heavily.
He immediately started talking a mile a minute, gesturing wildly. "Please- my brother- my little brother- Vest is getting married- and the bouquet-missing- you gotta help me!" The customer was breathing heavily, his tuxedo rumpled and silvery white hair disheveled.
[y/n]'s stared at him a second, not quite sure how to react. "Um... So you need a wedding bouquet?" At his affirmative nod she slowly set down her coffee cup. "I think I have a few prepared in the back. Would you like to take a look?"
"Yes, please!" The man grinned, an expression of utmost relief lighting up his face. With a start, she realized his eyes were of a bright crimson color. "And it's Gilbert. Or Gil, whatever."
She smiled a little, gesturing for him to follow her. "I'm [y/n]." Her feet moved quickly, and soon the woman was standing by the two wedding bouquets she had so carefully prepared yesterday.
"I always have a few of these on hand, in case of emergencies. You really never know," she explained, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Here I have a bouquet of white lilies, or the classic white roses. What do you think your brother would like?"
"Roses. Definitely roses." Gilbert grabbed the silver-wrapped bouquet, shoving a wad of cash into her hands. "Thanks!" He immediately bolted, headed towards the front door once more.
"But-" [y/n] yelped, staring in shock at the man's retreating back.
"You can keep the change!"
And with that he was gone, leaving in his wake a completely bemused [y/n], now some fifty dollars richer.
*. *. *. *. *.
About a week had passed since the little incident in her shop, and [y/n] had largely forgotten it. The faces of customers tended to blend into one another, unless they had visited more than once, and she wasn't overly fond of pointless daydreams- especially when there was work to be done.
At the moment she was sweeping the white tile floor of her flower shop, humming a tune she'd probably heard on the radio that morning. If a customer didn't show up in the next few minutes or so, [y/n] planned to close up early and take the last vestiges of the afternoon for herself. That was a luxury she didn't have often, but the young woman figured she'd earned it for making a fair bit of money in the last few months.
She stuffed the broom back into its little closet, reaching behind the counter to grab her purse, and had just touched the straps when she heard the ringing.
[y/n] groaned inwardly, rubbing her forehead. She'd been so close, too. Maybe this customer could be taken care of quickly, and she could still take some time off?
As the young woman turned around, though, her [e/c] eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh!"
The customer was none other than the silver-haired man who'd run into her store last week, looking for a wedding bouquet. What on earth?
"Uh, Gilbert?" [y/n] asked questioningly, hoping she got the name right.
She had, if the man's wide smile was anything to go by.
"Yep! Gil the awesome at your service, fraulein.” He had a strange accent that she hadn't noticed before. German, or something like it.
It was impossible not to smile back at Gil, she realized, and soon-despite her irritation- the young woman was grinning right back at him.
"So, how did your brother's wedding go? It was his, right?"
"Ah, it vent beautifully. The flowers you gave me really vere perfect."
[y/n]'s smile grew. "That's good to hear!"
Gilbert looked at her searchingly for a moment. "Actually, that's vhy I'm here. I'd like to pay you back for saving my ass with those flowers."
Her head tilted slightly to the side, and she frowned. "You already paid me, more than enough I might add. I appreciate it, though." The young woman's hand gripped her purse, and she was about to say more when Gil interrupted her.
"Nein! That's not what I mean." His cheeks flushed slightly. "Actually, I was going to ask you to go on a date with mein awesomeness."
For a moment [y/n] was speechless, and the albino shifted uncomfortably, probably about to say something else when she finally found her words. "I'd love to, actually. It's been a long time since I've been on a date, and I was just about to close up anyways." She smiled up at him, and later she would swear that she'd never seen someone's face light up like his had in that moment.
Together they walked down the street to a nearby café, chatting idly about this and that. Not to imply that it was boring conversation, though, for Gilbert was easily the most fascinating man she'd met in ages. He was a rising entrepreneur, good at talking his way through problems and creating new business arrangements; so they had little in common professionally, but personally the pair got along wonderfully. A shared love of animals (especially birds), a common favorite sports team, even the types of music they enjoyed were similar in taste.
[y/n] barely noticed what she was eating as they talked. Gilbert was proud, yes, perhaps one could even say a tad egotistical, but underneath that she saw a good man. Loud and boisterous and slightly obnoxious, but about a kind a person as she'd ever met. It wasn't that she was quiet, exactly, but she didn't talk nearly as much as he did, preferring instead to make comments and laugh at his stories. And he made her feel... Comfortable. Few people did that.
When at last they returned to the storefront of [y/n]'s quiet little shop, both of them paused.
"See you again?" He asked cautiously, questioningly.
She smiled. "I'd like that."
*. *. *. *. *.
She wasn't quite sure when they'd become an item, but become an item they had. Gil had so quickly and so completely integrated himself into her life that she couldn't quite remember what it had been like without him. More boring, certainly. Less passionate, less colorful. It was hard to picture a time before Gil had moved in with her, before they'd slept in the same bed and shared kisses on her couch, crappy sitcoms playing in the background.
[y/n] had never been happier.
"Hey, frau." A pair of well muscled arms wrapped themselves around her, and she leaned back slightly into his chest.
"Hey, Gil." She smiled. "Did you want to go out, or something?"
He pulled away, covering his mouth in a yawn before stretching his arms up as high as they could go. Eyes twinkling with amusement, he replied. "Sure. Just let me get dressed." Gilbert ruffled his already messy bedhead, chuckling a bit. "And I should probably fix this rat's nest, too."
A light laugh escaped her lips. "Yeah, probably." She reached up to kiss him, but before their lips met the sound of a phone ringing interrupted them.
The albino frowned. "It's mine, I'll get it." He jogged into the living room, and after a moment of silence heard a spurt of rapid-fire German. It was harder to tell emotion from a foreign language, but her boyfriend sounded... Excited? [y/n] wandered into the living room after Gilbert, just as he hung up the phone.
"Gil? You alright?" The young woman frowned. His red eyes were dazed, almost, and he turned towards her as if in a dream.
For a moment he stared at her blankly, but slowly a smile spread across his face. "I got a job offer! A really well paying one, too!"
"That's great!" [y/n] hugged him tightly. "When does it start?"
Suddenly Gilbert looked very uncomfortable. "Vell... That's the thing. The job... It's in [foreign country]."
She stared at him a moment. "In [foreign country]?" Her throat suddenly felt so very, very dry, and a lurch of fear hit her stomach. "What did you say to them?"
"I..." He looked at her helplessly. "I accepted it. Vhat else could I do?"
Deep breaths. Inhale, exhale.
With an effort, she forced a smile onto her face. "That's-that's great! When do you have to leave?"
"...Tomorrow."
*. *. *. *. *.
"Flight 1582 to [foreign country] is boarding now."
[y/n] squeezed Gilbert's hand tightly, looking up at him helplessly. In a sense, her world was falling apart.
No. Not falling apart. Reverting, perhaps, was a better term. Reverting to what had been.
The albino pressed his lips to hers, giving her hand one last squeeze before rolling away with his little suitcase and handbag. "I'll call you!" he called. "I'll call you as soon as I get there!" They'd said their true goodbyes earlier, so this one was fleeting, but by God it still hurt.
She managed to keep it together until he vanished through the doors that would take him to the plane. Then the tears came, rolling now her cheeks in great drops. [y/n] covered her mouth to keep herself from whimpering. It'd been harder than she'd thought it would be, watching him go. Letting him go.
He'd be back, though. He had to come back. He was getting a new phone for work, so she didn't have his new number, but Gil would call her as soon as he got to [foreign country], as soon as he found a pay phone.
Slightly comforted by that thought, [y/n] returned to her home, passing the hours of Gilbert's flight by watching vet shows on her little TV. The couch felt strangely empty, strangely lonely, with Gil gone. It didn't seem right.
It was about 4 A.M. when the young woman jolted awake, brushing strands of [h/c] hair out of her face to look at the time. He should've landed about an hour ago, by her watch. Almost frantically she grabbed her phone, looking for the notification that he'd called and she'd missed it, but there was none.
She felt uneasy about that. Perhaps he was just trying to keep with the time change but... He'd said he would call as soon as he'd landed...
"Come on, frauline, play some lively music in here! The flowers will love it, I bet."
Over the next few days [y/n] jumped every time her phone made so much as a beep, hoping beyond hope that it was Gil, that he'd be frantically apologizing for taking so long to contact her.
"You look... Very, very lovely tonight. That dress is beautiful on you."
Weeks passed, and still she hoped, still she wished with all her heart that each ring of her cellphone would be her boyfriend calling. It'd been far too long to be a slip of memory, now. Far, far too long. But still [y/n] waited for Gilbert to call, to reassure her that everything was alright.
"I think... I think I love you."
Eventually, she realized that he never would.
*. *. *. *. *.
Strangely enough, [y/n] didn't quite hate Gilbert for what he'd done. God, he'd left a gaping hole in her heart, and she'd have given just about anything to know why he'd done it, but she couldn't bring herself to hate him. It was hard to hate someone you loved that much.
To get her mind off of him the young woman had begun working overtime at her flower shop, building and selling more bouquets than ever before. Perhaps her heartache gave her work some intensity it'd never had before. Perhaps now she was motivated to find something good that Gilbert hadn't taken with him when he left for [foreign country].
It was a morning much like the fateful morning when Gil had run full tilt into her life, begging for a wedding bouquet. The cup of coffee, the early sunlight peeking through glass windows. She still couldn't look at white roses quite the same, after that.
The young woman sipped her bitter drink, savoring the flavor as it reached her tastebuds, listening idly to the music that played on her speakers. It was, [y/n] realized with a pang, one of the soundtracks that Gil had insisted she play here.
Life is like an infinite song, she finally decided, after listening a moment to the swaying tempo of the music. Not like a flower arrangement, as I once thought. Her old metaphor had no way to describe life's endless ups and downs and vast complexities, echoing with inexplicably intertwining sounds, full of endless melodies and harmonies and synchronizing heartbeats. Truly, it was all a song, a beautiful orchestra... Although individually some pieces just didn't fit together. Not every melody has a harmony; some stand alone, strong and transcendent in their independence, just as a harmony cannot.
Gilbert had been merrily dancing to his own wild tune, and [y/n] in all her simple glory had managed to fit herself perfectly to a man who couldn't help but take the solo. She'd needed someone to help define her, and he hadn't needed the background noise. It was that simple.
I was his perfect harmony, but he never needed me.
"Wherever you are," she whispered to herself, a bittersweet smile upon her lips, "I hope you're as happy as I was with you."
The bell by the door rang, as if on cue, and [y/n] pasted a cheery grin onto her face, pushing it all to the back of her mind. "Hello, ma'am. How may I help you?"
There was no room in life for pointless daydreams.
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My entry for
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I'm not sure I stuck to the theme quite correctly, but seeing as it's midnight and I won't be able to write the next couple of days I think I did alright. (Actually, this is one of my favorite writing pieces I think I've done recently (￣▽￣) ). There's probably some typos, buuuuuuut I'll check for those later.
(This is my first time writing for Prussia, so sorry if he's OOC...)
In in any case, I really hope you guys enjoy, and please leave comments telling me what you think! Constructive criticism is always a plus.
My entry for
's contest! (You can still enter if you like, the journal is here generalfalcon005.deviantart.co…) I'm not sure I stuck to the theme quite correctly, but seeing as it's midnight and I won't be able to write the next couple of days I think I did alright. (Actually, this is one of my favorite writing pieces I think I've done recently (￣▽￣) ). There's probably some typos, buuuuuuut I'll check for those later.
(This is my first time writing for Prussia, so sorry if he's OOC...)
In in any case, I really hope you guys enjoy, and please leave comments telling me what you think! Constructive criticism is always a plus.
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THIS IS TOO SADDDDD
Also i feel a need to correct this- it’s Fraulein..... not Frauline....
It’s a really good story!
Also i feel a need to correct this- it’s Fraulein..... not Frauline....
It’s a really good story!