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You flipped through the channels of the tv, the warm remote in hand and your sleeping boyfriend, Tim, better know to you and the rest as the human representation of Netherlands.
Calling you a mixed-matched pair would be an understatement. Netherlands was so stotic and unresponsive. On the other hand, you were so energetic and cheerful all the time it seemed to combat Netherlands' seemingly pissy personality.
The only light in the room now came from the tv, the sun long since set. Groaning, you flopped to your side, resting your head on Netherlands' lap and continuing to flip through channels.
You paused only when you saw Leonardo DiCaprio on your screen. "What the hell is this...?" Netherlands mumbled unamused at the man catching your (e/c) eyes.
"Romeo and Juliet...the modern version." You whispered, yawning and stretching. "I thing someone's just jealous because I like the way Romeo looks in this movie." He scowled,"Go find the Titanic. He dies in that one."
Grunting, he took the remote as you fell asleep in his lap with a grin on your face.
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"___________ Capulet! Up and at 'em!" Groaning, you rolled over in your bed,"Madam! Today is a big day so wake up!" You brought a pillow over your head.
"I don't want to wake up Elizabeta..." Was all you said before trying to fall back into an easy sleep.
Her foot tapped the floor impatiently before she tore the sheets off of you and knocked you on the ground. The cold floor stung your face as it hit painfully against the ground. "Liz..."
"You're sneaking into Montague's party tonight! So wake up so we can doll you up!" Pulling your face from the cold wood, you glared at her with angered (e/c) eyes. "Get up!"
Your friend easily lifted you by the arm to your feet. She scooted you to the bathroom and started brushing your messy (h/c) hair as your eyes drooped,"Liz...why do I have to go to this thing...? If mom and dad find out I went to the Montague's masquerade-"
"Hush. Your mother thinks you're going to a normal ball." She began to straighten your hair with a delicate touch. "I have a mask that'll hide your face, besides, you'll be needing to find a husband soon."
"I don't want to get married..." You growled lowly,"Besides, if they find out my name...I'm going to die...a Capulet at a Montague's get-together...it's practically suicide Liz!"
With a strand of hair in hand, she tugged on it to silence you before calming going back to your business. "Well, maybe tonight will change your view on that. Roderich is bringing me tonight...I'm hoping he proposes to me there tonight."
"Yay...being in a committed relationship for the rest of your life. How fun..." The sarcasm in your voice weaved within your words easily. "Besides, I don't want to marry someone like Roderich! No offense Elizabeta, but he's kind of a drag..."
"Whatever, I love him." She stated matter-of-factly. After your hair was completely straight, she shuffled your back into your room to put on your corset, tightening it tightly before slipping a (f/c) ball gown onto your body and black heels on your feel, making you inches taller than before.
Elizabeta came in moments later, wearing a beautiful, sparkling green dress with her hair done up beautifully. Both of you put the finishing touches on your outfits, put on some makeup and masks and left.
By now, the sun had long but set and the party was just going. Both waited for the Austrian to pick you up and then off you were. The trip there was nerve-racking, you sat there playing with the flowing dress for the entire trip there.
Getting out of the coach when you arrived, you saw all the beautiful sights and the wonderful music playing, you were suddenly swayed into calmness. Walking in beside Elizabeta and her future fiancé, you went to separate as quickly as possible.
As you passed by someone, you felt chills going down your spine. His green eyes looked straight through you, the only part of his face you could really describe due to the mask. His hair was a shaggy blond coloring and falling straight on his face.
You barely noticed your legs refused to move until he got closer to you. His cloths were extravagant, a man who was obviously wealthy. He took your hand, kissing it gently but not speaking a word.
Smiling softly, you saw his face heat up partially, his mask taking up the most of his upper face. Holding your hand gently, he led you onto the dance floor, bringing his hand to your waist and hand while you brought your hands in their rightful position.
As the music began, you both slowly waltz, picking up and slowing down as the music permitted. Everyone was watching you two dance intently in the middle of the floor.
"So...what's your name...?" You whispered in between steps.
He spun you, turning his body adjacent to his. Leaning over, he whispered sensually in your ear,"Timothy Montague...but everyone in my family just calls me Tim..." His voice was low and barely could be called a whisper. "You...?"
"____________..." You said in a hushed tone. He spun you back around so that you were facing him head-on,"____________...C-Capulet-"
The music suddenly stopped as did he. Both of you stared in shock at each other for a long moment before he ran off. You followed after as best you could. When you finally found him, he was outside by a fountain by his lonesome.
Pulling off his beautiful mask, you were met with the most handsome face your eyes had ever beheld. Slowly, you approached him while pulling off your own mask,"Tim..." He looked up shocked, appearing to ready himself for a quick getaway. "No wait!"
Throwing your mask off, both of you staring into each others eyes for a few moments, drawing closer until. Kiss.
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You woke up, your boyfriend's lips pressing softly against yours. Kissing him back slightly, you couldn't help but smile. As you were separated from him, you murmured happily,"My handsome Romeo."
Bringing your attention back to the tv, you noticed he had put Titanic on, continually rewinding the part where Jack sinks into the sea. "Stupid Romeo isn't going to take my girlfriend..." He muttered, replaying the scene once more.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you brought yourself up to him and snuggled,"I love you Tim...don't be jelly of a Hollywood actor who just so happens to be attractive..."
He scoffed, holding you closer and kissing your neck,"You're my beautiful Juliet...don't forget that..."
"Don't worry Romeo." You toyed, poking his nose happily.
Calling you a mixed-matched pair would be an understatement. Netherlands was so stotic and unresponsive. On the other hand, you were so energetic and cheerful all the time it seemed to combat Netherlands' seemingly pissy personality.
The only light in the room now came from the tv, the sun long since set. Groaning, you flopped to your side, resting your head on Netherlands' lap and continuing to flip through channels.
You paused only when you saw Leonardo DiCaprio on your screen. "What the hell is this...?" Netherlands mumbled unamused at the man catching your (e/c) eyes.
"Romeo and Juliet...the modern version." You whispered, yawning and stretching. "I thing someone's just jealous because I like the way Romeo looks in this movie." He scowled,"Go find the Titanic. He dies in that one."
Grunting, he took the remote as you fell asleep in his lap with a grin on your face.
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"___________ Capulet! Up and at 'em!" Groaning, you rolled over in your bed,"Madam! Today is a big day so wake up!" You brought a pillow over your head.
"I don't want to wake up Elizabeta..." Was all you said before trying to fall back into an easy sleep.
Her foot tapped the floor impatiently before she tore the sheets off of you and knocked you on the ground. The cold floor stung your face as it hit painfully against the ground. "Liz..."
"You're sneaking into Montague's party tonight! So wake up so we can doll you up!" Pulling your face from the cold wood, you glared at her with angered (e/c) eyes. "Get up!"
Your friend easily lifted you by the arm to your feet. She scooted you to the bathroom and started brushing your messy (h/c) hair as your eyes drooped,"Liz...why do I have to go to this thing...? If mom and dad find out I went to the Montague's masquerade-"
"Hush. Your mother thinks you're going to a normal ball." She began to straighten your hair with a delicate touch. "I have a mask that'll hide your face, besides, you'll be needing to find a husband soon."
"I don't want to get married..." You growled lowly,"Besides, if they find out my name...I'm going to die...a Capulet at a Montague's get-together...it's practically suicide Liz!"
With a strand of hair in hand, she tugged on it to silence you before calming going back to your business. "Well, maybe tonight will change your view on that. Roderich is bringing me tonight...I'm hoping he proposes to me there tonight."
"Yay...being in a committed relationship for the rest of your life. How fun..." The sarcasm in your voice weaved within your words easily. "Besides, I don't want to marry someone like Roderich! No offense Elizabeta, but he's kind of a drag..."
"Whatever, I love him." She stated matter-of-factly. After your hair was completely straight, she shuffled your back into your room to put on your corset, tightening it tightly before slipping a (f/c) ball gown onto your body and black heels on your feel, making you inches taller than before.
Elizabeta came in moments later, wearing a beautiful, sparkling green dress with her hair done up beautifully. Both of you put the finishing touches on your outfits, put on some makeup and masks and left.
By now, the sun had long but set and the party was just going. Both waited for the Austrian to pick you up and then off you were. The trip there was nerve-racking, you sat there playing with the flowing dress for the entire trip there.
Getting out of the coach when you arrived, you saw all the beautiful sights and the wonderful music playing, you were suddenly swayed into calmness. Walking in beside Elizabeta and her future fiancé, you went to separate as quickly as possible.
As you passed by someone, you felt chills going down your spine. His green eyes looked straight through you, the only part of his face you could really describe due to the mask. His hair was a shaggy blond coloring and falling straight on his face.
You barely noticed your legs refused to move until he got closer to you. His cloths were extravagant, a man who was obviously wealthy. He took your hand, kissing it gently but not speaking a word.
Smiling softly, you saw his face heat up partially, his mask taking up the most of his upper face. Holding your hand gently, he led you onto the dance floor, bringing his hand to your waist and hand while you brought your hands in their rightful position.
As the music began, you both slowly waltz, picking up and slowing down as the music permitted. Everyone was watching you two dance intently in the middle of the floor.
"So...what's your name...?" You whispered in between steps.
He spun you, turning his body adjacent to his. Leaning over, he whispered sensually in your ear,"Timothy Montague...but everyone in my family just calls me Tim..." His voice was low and barely could be called a whisper. "You...?"
"____________..." You said in a hushed tone. He spun you back around so that you were facing him head-on,"____________...C-Capulet-"
The music suddenly stopped as did he. Both of you stared in shock at each other for a long moment before he ran off. You followed after as best you could. When you finally found him, he was outside by a fountain by his lonesome.
Pulling off his beautiful mask, you were met with the most handsome face your eyes had ever beheld. Slowly, you approached him while pulling off your own mask,"Tim..." He looked up shocked, appearing to ready himself for a quick getaway. "No wait!"
Throwing your mask off, both of you staring into each others eyes for a few moments, drawing closer until. Kiss.
________________
You woke up, your boyfriend's lips pressing softly against yours. Kissing him back slightly, you couldn't help but smile. As you were separated from him, you murmured happily,"My handsome Romeo."
Bringing your attention back to the tv, you noticed he had put Titanic on, continually rewinding the part where Jack sinks into the sea. "Stupid Romeo isn't going to take my girlfriend..." He muttered, replaying the scene once more.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you brought yourself up to him and snuggled,"I love you Tim...don't be jelly of a Hollywood actor who just so happens to be attractive..."
He scoffed, holding you closer and kissing your neck,"You're my beautiful Juliet...don't forget that..."
"Don't worry Romeo." You toyed, poking his nose happily.
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shit we're watching that movie rn in english