#hungerfic

Welcome back~ I did a RP with the wonderful @the-elusive-libbin between Fire Emblem’s Dimitri and her OC Lily, and I’ll be the first to say I might not be great at playing Dimitri. If that’s what you’re here for, a person that’s good at playing Dimitri, you’ll have to find that somewhere else. If you can get past it, I encourage you to keep reading <3 This is a long one. 

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Before I get into this, I just want to make it clear that I am very bad at commitment. I’m not good at doing things every day, either because I forget to or lose motivation, and almost as soon as I promised to post things I fell into a bout of ‘sadness’, no further details needed. I have requests that I will fill, you have been heard, but until then. 

I did a rp with @the-elusive-libbin and she gave me permission to post it. Granted there’s demand there might be a second part, but I’m posting this now because it’s starvation and the second half would be stuffing. I don’t want to subject you to it if that’s not what you’re here for, I understand. This is @the-elusive-libbin‘s own self-insert and Jakurai Jinguji of  Hypnosis Mic: Division Rap Battle. Let me know if you enjoy it. 

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Exhaustion and fatigue was something Jakurai was sort of used to. He had a high stress job that squeezed the energy out of him throughout the day, and often he would be able to be just fine until he got home and he would instantly collapse after getting at least a few mouthfuls of food into his belly. But that was all granted things went sort of well.

Everything needed his attention today, and emergency after emergency forced him to go in and out of rooms without being able to even think between moments. He lost track of time and didn't exactly desire to check, but before he knew it he was stopped and told to take his lunch.

He probably did need to eat. He definitely needed to eat, but by then he was already full of adrenaline and had patients to take care of. He brushed off his breaks and his lunches and kept working, not yet feeling any sort of hunger or exhaustion. He wasn't worried about it yet.

He actually didn't have to worry about it for a long time and his body was patient enough to keep him going until his last patient. All of a sudden his body started slowing down and it took that much more effort to keep his eyes open and stay awake. He fought with his body on it for as long as he could until he was free to go, at which point he went right to his desk and fell asleep.

It wasn't as much of a 'I'm going to take a nap', it was more of a 'I'm going to collapse in the middle of work if I don't sleep'. Either way, he was completely blacked out.

Lily started down the miraculously clean corridor towards the doctor’s office. Sterile white walls surrounded her as she walked, a maze of monotonous barriers that all seemed to connect to everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. Lily knew her route and hardly even had to think about where she was going or which direction to take, she had grown accustomed to it all through work.

The doctor was her higher up, that was all too true and she worked mostly for him as his nurse and organizer, in fact it was rare that she ever worked for another doctor within the practice; but today was different. She had hardly seen the long haired man with his ever present bags under his eyes and his white coat today aside from one point mid day where she had reminded him of his break, during a fleeting moment where the two passed by one another in a corridor. It had been way too busy to breathe, let alone chat and so the nurse thought it best to save discussing future plans with the older male until after the rush. The rush passed and the doctor was still MIA.

Lily approached a large, grey door that sported a miniature, frosted glass window and a small, golden nameplate. ‘Jinguji Jakurai Sensei.’ It stated in bold, black lettering. Perhaps the nurse had thought it best to check the doctor’s office last? In theory it should have been the first place she concluded to find the target. With a sigh at her own thought process, she turned the handle and entered the room What she saw left her slightly in awe. The doctor was sat at his desk, seemingly passed out, his long hair draped across the surface as his folded arms cradled his sleeping head. This was the first time the nurse had ever seen the doctor in this state. At first she became concerned that he may actually be dead but the soft rise and fall of his back as he breathed disregarded that notion.

The sound of the door stirred the doctor, forcing a quiet groan of unwillingness out of him. He hated the idea of moving, of waking up after sleeping for what only felt like a few seconds. His body was drained,, exhausted after not even finishing a full day. It was rather disconcerting.

His arms were suddenly comforting here, but once he saw who was in his office that comfort melted away into slight embarrassment. "Excuse me." He murmured as he straightened himself out, brushing out his uniform. "Our break.. is it over so soon? I only meant to be a few minutes." He combed his hand through his hair. "I'll be right out with you. I must have lost track of time."

“It’s only me.” Lily smiled, clipboard clutched close to her chest as she listened to his words carefully. Seeing him in a sleeping state like that was so out of character, so unusual, so....adorable! She wished just for a moment that he would fall back asleep. She shook the thoughts from her mind, quite literally and made herself dizzy in the process. “Hmm, sensei....you were gone for quite a while. You uhh, how do I put this? You fell asleep for longer than you may have thought. Your shift is over...you slept through.” She touched his shoulder gently with the softest smile she could muster. “You were so exhausted, I think your body may have started working against you there.”

His rest felt so short.. had he really slept that long? He glanced at his clock and felt his heart sink when it was confirmed before his very eyes. "Damn." Of course he slept through the rest of his shift. He held his hand to his forehead, cursing the time and his own body. It was embarrassing, being that reckless on the job when there very well could have been something serious that he should have been present for. Not that he seemed to mind that sort of thing, as his own stomach was one of the very things that he neglected most when it needed his attention. 

 "I didn't miss anything, did I?" He continued, meeting Lily's eyes. "I wish you would have woken me up sooner."

"You didn't, all of our patients remained stable after you left. We were busy but we managed to keep a hold of it all. Everything's okay. I'd have woken you up but I had no idea you were sleeping in here." She gestured to the office. "My apologies sensei, had I known where you were I'd have come to get you sooner"

It helped to know that he, at the very least, wasn't absent for something serious. He couldn't even imagine how embarrassed he would be if they needed him and he wasn't there because he was napping in his office. He would have to make it a note to force himself to sleep better at home, not that the damage hadn't already been done. "I'm glad they're doing better. Our patients, I mean." He started to trail off a bit as a growl tore through his stomach, stealing his thoughts away. He cringed at the feeling and clutched at his stomach. "Ah.. excuse me.."

Lily stared at the doctor’s stomach for a moment and then blinked. Once. Twice. Was- was that what she thought it was? The nurse’s thoughts were confirmed when she saw a hand grip tightly at the doctor’s abdomen. “W-was that your-?” A light blush rose to her cheeks as she accidentally cut herself off .

"We had an emergency during what was supposed to be my lunch." His arm didn't leave his stomach, partly out of shame and partly because the pain was somewhat lessened with the pressure. It was embarrassment after embarrassment, and Jakurai couldn't tolerate another noise like that. "I suppose that might have been a part of the problem. I didn't exactly have enough time to.." He cleared his throat and spoke in a more hushed tone. "You understand."

The nurse could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her face felt warm even without physically touching it. It took a minute or so before she could speak again, secondhand embarrassment washing over her. She had never in her life heard the doc's stomach and now she had, while they were alone....and it was fairly loud. "Y-you haven't eaten then?" A question that was more rhetorical than not.

The pause was just as excruciating for him, if not more. He was very grateful when she started talking. "Not since.." Well, his breakfast wasn't exactly outstanding either. He usually just ate whatever was quick enough to bring along with him if he even felt breakfast was necessary, as he was normally fine until lunch. Maybe 'fine' wasn't the best word, but rather he didn't feel weak or queasy until then. "No, I guess I haven't."

"Your poor tummy!" She almost cooed, accidentally using a less scientific term for stomach in the process. Perhaps she meant to keep that part in her mind bit regardless she blurted it into the open and now she felt even more warm in the face.

"It doesn't usually give me trouble." He loosened his grip over his stomach, choosing to ignore how cheery she seemed to be about the situation~ "I suppose I don't really allow it to give me trouble. We don't exactly have time to be focusing on ourselves." He was more or less speaking for himself. Obviously. "I'll be fine."

"You'll be fine when you get sustenance sensei. Your stomach is empty and you need fuel." She reached out and tentatively placed her palm against his midsection over his clothes, her hand shaking nervously as she did.

He didn't make any sort of effort to stop her. She already heard it, he didn't feel the need to pretend it didn't happen. He did get a slight tingling sensation under her palm, but that was greatly overshadowed by the dull, nigh constant rumbles that he had been trying so hard to conceal. He was sure she could feel them, but he couldn't tell how she felt about it. "I appreciate the concern."

It was then that without thinking Lily began to rub at the abdomen in front of her, setting the clipboard she held with her other hand down on the doctor's desk. She could feel harsh vibrations from palm to fingertip as his stomach clenched and spasmed under her hand. Deep yet fairly quiet grumbling came at intervals, sounding through the layers of muscle, skin and organ. Up and down, gently adding pressure as she rubbed his concave stomach, her face turning a colour that she presumed to be nothing short of crimson. The nurse could not meet his eyes and therefore could not tell his expression. The nerves were too real.

That certainly answered his question. He initially assumed it was a mistake, that her hand had slipped or something, but that proved to be absolutely ridiculous within the very same instant. He felt his breath leave his lungs once he realized what she was doing, but the more she massaged his clenched muscle the better it started to feel. Her hands felt soft and comforting even if they were above his clothes, and it really did feel like she was suppressing painful hunger pangs and making them more bearable. If not for her hot blush, the doctor would have no insight on how she was feeling or how nervous she was.

 He gently took her hands into his, temporarily pausing the massage. "I don't understand where this is coming from. You have to tell me."

"I-I just-" she stammered. He was actually HOLDING her hands. Both of them. Not just one, but both! She would have flushed more if she could. "I j-just thought if I massaged your stomach it would ease the p-pain. I meant no I'll will"

"It did ease the pain." He started to let go of her hands when he saw how quickly she fell apart. "It just seemed so sudden. You're always so nervous around me." It was such a confident move. Seemed so out of place for someone so timid, especially one that was proving his point with that powerful blush. "I really didn't mind it."

"w-well I..." she hid her face in her hands and said nothing more. What if he thought she was weird now? What if he became wary around her? 

  "I didn't mean to embarrass you." He stopped himself from touching her hands again. "I just needed to ask. I'm sorry if I.. spoiled it for you." Whatever 'it' happened to be. He didn't think of it as a pleasure thing and really did think she was doing it to help him feel better. It was a service, more like~ "It felt nice."

Lily peeped through the fingers on her one hand and gulped nervously. Was he actually smiling softly back at her? Her heart skipped a beat and she removed both hands from her face. "W-would you like me to continue?" She fidgeted on the spot.

The massages to help with the pain ironically kept him from going home and properly eating. The irony wasn't lost on him. This was the better option though-One where he got a free massage after a long day from someone that could hardly be around him without nearly combusting before this. "I wouldn't say no to it." He agreed, a slight purr evident in his voice. "Though I imagine it will get worse no matter how much you take care of it."

“T-then...” Lily tucked her hair behind one ear and knelt down on the floor next to the doctor. She placed her hand back onto his empty tummy and began to massage once again. “Then I’ll continue a while longer.”

His cheeks reddened as she knelt next to him. He didn't get this sort of attention a lot, really ever, and especially not from her. He didn't think she was even capable of doing this. He felt like he should talk, or say something at least, but all he could really think about was her hands. "Have you thought about doing this before?"

She flinched. “What? D-do you mean massaging your belly?” She immediately flushed and ducked her head as she realized what she had said. 

"Y..yes." It was strange to go from how they usually talked to each other to how they were talking now. His hand twitched, a visible effort he made to stop himself from covering his stomach as a noisy rumble sounded off beneath his shirt. It would take some time to get used to hearing that. "..You don't have to answer that."

Lily twinged as the doctor’s stomach groaned beneath her hand and was surprised at the little noise he gave off himself “Answer your question or your stomach?” 

"The question." His face flushed at her statement. "I assumed that this had to come from somewhere. That you wouldn't have done this for no reason." He looked at her hand rather than her face. "I'm looking too far into it."

“M-maybe you are.....” she trailed off, letting her words linger in the air for a while. She massaged what she thought was a knot and earned a deep roar from the belly in return. Changing the subject seemed to be a good option so lily took it. “You sound so empty.”

The roar was extra painful for him, making it impossible to stop a grunt. It was bittersweet, both the pain of such deep growls with the pleasure of the massage, and he couldn't agree more with her. "I'm sure I've gone this long without eating before. I can't remember it ever hurting this much." That didn't really mean an awful lot. "I guess I stuff it when I get home on days like this before I give it the chance to hurt."

The nurse’s eyes widened. “Stuff...” it came across as a question though it was never meant to be. Her eyes met his finally as they sparkled hopefully.

"Not intentionally." He dragged his fingers through his hair, taking her question as concern or judgment. "I just try to shut it up before it gets started. I don't mean to gorge or anything. I stop before it gets to be too much. I promise." His mood shifted when he saw that glittering in her eyes. There wasn't any sort of judging to be seen on her face. "I really do try not to eat too much. Even when I'm hungry." 

“I see~” she smiled, her grin showing just how happy in the moment she actually was. “But you have been stuffed before? Full of food.” She knew talking about food could possibly upset his stomach into complaining and cramping up but in Lily’s eyes that was a bonus. Regardless of embarrassment, she was finding a way to push through and talk about things she really wanted to talk about. Things she truly desired.

"I don't think I've ever needed to." He had accidentally overeaten maybe once, but he never let himself indulge. He was tired when he got home, lunch was his main meal and dinner was what he could get down before he fell asleep. Stuffing himself.. didn't seem so bad right now. It actually sounded nice, and thinking about it made his hunger feel that much more dramatic. "Maybe I will tonight.. since I've already slept plenty."

Lily fidgeted. She remembered how Hifumi tended to cook for the doctor on occasion to save time and an idea struck, sticking to her mind like tape to paper. “I....I could cook for you sensei...I-If you’re not busy.” She rambled, her face flushing. “I mean you don’t have to, it’s not weird like a date or anything....!!!Date?!? No I didn’t mean that, well I did, it’s just that you’re hungry and I have food...I mean I can make food....I’m going to stop talking now.”

Her scrambling was sort of charming. This was the Lily that he had come to know. He had somewhat expected an offer after her line of questioning, though he had to admit he didn't know what the offer was going to be, exactly. Free food was always a pleasure regardless. "I don't know how much energy I'd have to cook when I got home anyway. If it's not too much of a bother, of course, I'd love to eat with you. Ah, please don't feel pressured to feed me. I know it seems pretty bad, but I assure you I know how to feed myself.”

Lily paused, her face turning red. She stood and looked around the doctor’s chin area, again avoiding eye contact. “T-then....w-would you like to come to my house for a homemade meal? I’ll t-try to keep the portion size as accurate as possible...”

He wasn't sure what she meant by 'accurate', but he would trust her. They were both trained to take care of people, who would know better than her? Homemade sounded good anyway, no matter what it was she planned to cook. He supposed people enjoyed cooking for him, that he wouldn't have to cook for himself with all of this pampering.  "That sounds nice. I wouldn't mind the company, either."

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World War One had completely shattered Germany’s very delicate economy. Funding the aftermath had been put on his shoulders so what little money he had went right to paying off his war debt, taking right from his peoples’ mouths.

He knew they were starving and completely relied on him (He felt terrible guilt for them, knowing he was the one taking their money from them and distributing it elsewhere, regardless of whether or not he really wanted to), so he felt his only choice was to work for them. He spent his first few days donating what he could and working around his area to give his services where necessary, even cooking whatever food was left out of his own house, denying food simply because of the fact that he knew he was stronger than them. He could handle starvation longer than them and, selfishly, he knew that if they were to die off he’d be left with nothing.

He was already sort of lean when this entire effort started, but suddenly and completely fasting after a semi-plentiful wartime took a heavy toll on his body. He felt his muscles growing weaker and heavier as the days went on, his aching head making it that much harder to focus. Before he knew it it had been over a week, and still the hollow feeling in his stomach didn’t want to go away.

He fought with himself to check his cupboards. He didn’t need to be eating nearly as much as everyone else and they were suffering badly. Eating felt selfish, like he was taking even more from his own people, but the pain was making it hard to sleep or stand or think. Food was the only thing on his mind anymore, how much he missed it and how good everything tasted when he was allowed to eat. He missed stews, he missed fresh bread, he desperately missed beer and more than anything he missed his sweets. He was weak for sugar, particularly now that it was even more inappropriate for him to be eating.

He couldn’t stand to be thinking about it anymore, so once he got home he didn’t even bother to put anything down and went right to his cupboards. He had given enough away to justify at least a sandwich at this point, or at least he could tell himself that. He opened his first cupboard, one he usually kept soups in, and found it to be empty. He could get over the surprise from that one, soup was easy to donate and he preferred homemade soup anyway. He opened up another cabinet, and another, and another, and felt his heart sink as each one of them came up empty. He didn’t remember cleaning out his cupboards. Had he really gotten rid of everything? He double checked each one of them, and even checked cupboards he knew he didn’t keep food in, and leaned back against his counter when they, still, came back empty. His stomach ached and gave a low growl that he didn’t want to entertain, those eyes still darting between each of the empty doors. He must have donated and cooked away everything without even paying attention to it. Or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing and tried not to think about it.

Nothing. He had quite literally nothing to eat. What was he going to do? He didn’t have much money he could get away with spending. He shouldn’t be spending it at all. He absent-mindedly wrapped his arms tightly around his stomach, suppressing the groans it was producing. He was sure he couldn’t starve to death, not until his people died with him. But how close could he get? He couldn’t think of any nations that had fallen because of their personification, it had always been the other way around.

He gritted his teeth as a hunger pang started up deep in his stomach. Even if this couldn’t kill him, the pain was horrendous. He felt anger in the moment, anger at every other country who had done this to him, anger at them for punishing the innocent for something they didn’t take part in, and terrible anger at his cupboards for being so empty. The thought that this was just the beginning, that there wasn’t a chance of getting help for other countries and it was his job to build everything back up from the ground was torture. He had no idea how long it was going to take, and he wasn’t sure if he could handle months or years of hunger like this.

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This one is very exciting~ War prompts are some of my favorites because they’re naturally easy to write-And I just have a soft spot for them in general. This probably isn’t going to be super accurate to any particular war, so I apologize if that’s what you’re looking for. We’re just here to starve some characters~.

Exhaustion sapped away at every muscle in Arthur’s body. His lungs ached with adrenaline as his breathing turned into little more than panting despite the burning pain it brought to his chest. He couldn’t remember how long he had been out here, but the scene of a quick escape that just barely left him alive stuck in his head like ringing in his ears that just wouldn’t go away. He huffed, hugging his arm to his middle where he had stashed a bit of food. That was the only thing on his mind right now, keeping his food safe. Time wasn’t on his side out here and it never was. There was always something to get away from, someone to avoid, someplace to run to if you valued your freedom any. 

Arthur was starving. He had faced attack after attack and had little time to do much other than getting away and assisting with evacuations. So many counted on him that he had neglected his own flesh.

He bunkered down once he couldn't stand to look for people anymore, mostly by demand of the headache he was suffering from and the low growling of his stomach. He found an old building and tucked into it, relief flooding his system as soon as he sat up against one of the cold walls. Sleep crossed his mind. He hadn’t gotten much of that either, as not many places were safe and he could only get a few minutes in before he had to get up again. Never before had frigid, stone walls and dead silence felt so soothing to the Brit. 

He opened up his jacket and took his meal out from where it was against his chest. He was grateful to see it, even if he knew it hadn’t gone anywhere. It wasn’t much. It was all he had out here, and he had no idea when or where he would find something new to eat. He lay everything in front of him to see what he had, and was pleased to see that he had enough bread and meat to at least last for a day or two. 

His stomach clenched up at the sight of food. It had at least been three days since he had eaten something, or perhaps even longer. He lifted the bread to his face so he could savor the smell, though in any other situation he would have been repulsed by it. It was dry and old, something Arthur would have thrown away. Never again

No sooner than he had broken up a bit of the bread did he hear footsteps outside. Sluggish, irregular footsteps, but still footsteps all the same. His blood ran cold under his skin. He was sure he had checked, sure that he was alone and was safe. He held his breath and cupped his hand over his mouth, anything to keep himself quiet. Who could even be out here..? There wasn’t anything for miles, and the area had already been attacked. There was nothing to salvage from these ruins, and everyone had been evacuated prior. Immediately Arthur’s mind went to someone that was sticking around to find anyone who had stuck around, to get rid of stragglers. People like Arthur. 

But those footsteps. They were fatigued. It almost sounded like a limp. 

Arthur reached for his gun. He might have had a bullet left if he was lucky. The most he could use it for was intimidation, but he doubted anyone was walking around out here without a gun. His mind was racing with thoughts-Go out there and see who it was, stay and look for cover, get out of the building and look for another-each with their own problems, but he couldn’t stand to wait anymore. He inched toward a hole in the wall of his refuge and looked outside, emerald eyes scanning the ground for any sign of any movement at all, but there was nothing. There was hardly even a breeze out here. He leaned closer to the hole so he could look around more, but the sound of something falling behind him stole all of his attention.

Arthur felt as though he had been shot with how hard he jumped, and as quickly as he could he turned around and aimed his empty handgun at what had fallen. 

It was a boy. Rather, a teenager-Couldn’t be any older than seventeen or eighteen. He was blond and his hair was a mess, to say nothing of the rest of him. He was on his hands and knees and didn’t seem to notice that Arthur was even there. He looked tired, ready to collapse. There was no way this wasn’t his first war. He trusted his environment, at least until he looked up and saw Arthur’s gun pointed at him.

He was wearing glasses, and based on the smudges pushing dirt to the sides of the lenses, he had been trying and failing to keep them clean.

His eyes went wide and he fell back, holding his hands up. “I..I don’t have anything..!” He pleaded, the fear in his voice unknowingly finding the sympathy that was left in Arthur’s heart. The Brit couldn’t, and wouldn’t, lower his gun, and this kid seemed to know that. “I got left behind..! I don’t know where I am..Please.”

 “Show me your gun.” Arthur stated plainly, to which the teenager fumbled to get his gun out and slid it to the older man. 

“My name is Alfred.” He half-whined, especially nervous now that he wasn’t armed. 

Arthur pushed the gun further away from Alfred and slowly lowered his own. “You were left behind?”

“I don’t think they noticed.” Alfred let his hands slide back onto the ground beside him. “I’m trying to find them again, but..” He paused and winced as his stomach gave a noisy grumble, one that he couldn’t conceal even as he raised his palm to push at his middle. “..No luck so far.” 

Arthur was stunned, but understood why he might have been stranded. He was reckless, defenseless, and it was easy for soldiers to move on when they thought someone was beyond help. He would just ignore the growling he had heard, mostly because it was embarrassing to do anything else. “Were you injured?” 

“My leg.” Alfred grunted and pulled his pant leg up, revealing a wound. The blood had dried, but the wound hadn’t been dressed. It might have been infected. He must have collapsed, and by the look of how frightened he was, he might have been so shocked he fainted. Arthur put the pieces together and assumed everyone thought Alfred was dead and moved on. 

“Why didn’t you take care of it?” Arthur murmured, looking from the wound to the teenager’s hopeless eyes. Alfred didn’t respond, which told him all he needed to know.

Arthur grumbled with frustration and tore at his shirt, ripping a strip of the fabric off (it looked effortless for the most part, but with what little energy he had left it was rather draining) so he could at least dress it. He approached Alfred, who flinched and pulled away a bit, something the Brit found rather annoying.

“Would you rather it get infected?” He snapped, making it easier for Alfred to let him do what was necessary out of fear of making him mad. 

There was a bit of silence between the two, sans their rough breathing, but it was eventually broken again by another noisy whine from Alfred’s stomach. His cheeks went red and he turned his head away from Arthur, knowing the Brit had to have heard that one with how close he was to the organ.

“Are you hungry?” Arthur asked, his face just as flushed. Alfred didn’t respond out of guilt, but Arthur didn’t take it this time, and simply asked the question again with more force. 

“Yes.” The younger man finally answered, though quietly.

Arthur tied off the cloth, earning a whimper from Alfred. “Do you have something to eat?” The Brit asked rather hopefully. He didn’t have quite enough for both of them.

“No.” Of course. This kid was a lost cause. 

The terrible, terrible hunger in Arthur’s belly begged him to keep the food for himself. To send Alfred on his way. It was the survival of the fittest out here, and he felt so hollow, so painfully empty. But Alfred was so young, he couldn’t possibly make it far by himself. 

Arthur furrowed his brow, knowing he couldn’t keep anything to himself now that he had been found. He forked over both the meat and the bread, not even getting the chance to tell him to be sparing with their food before Alfred started scarfing everything down. Arthur hated watching him eat their only food with such greed and couldn’t help but scowl at him, not that Alfred was paying any sort of attention. It must have been a while since he had eaten as well.

Arthur rested against the wall, letting go of his choppy breath. They were both damned now, but at least they had company. 

In reality, Arthur didn’t mind feeling needed. This boy would surely die on his own, but Arthur refused to believe he was more trouble than he was worth.

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Long time no see. Really, I got swept up in a tornado of things and completely forgot about everything I was doing. Obviously, since I wrote this, I can’t completely drop writing these things. I couldn’t get an idea from an old rp out of my head (you know who you are), so I whipped up a quick snippet of that idea to purge it from my system. I present a dream from a very hungry German trapped on a desert island with a very irritable Brit. 

Glad to be back for however long I’m here ;)

As soon as Ludwig fell asleep, his real happiness came. It often took a while of tossing and turning, but the minute he started sleeping all of his pain went away. His body no longer ached. His hunger didn’t bother him nearly as much. He often had the same dream, or a similar dream that followed the same plot. He didn’t think he was dreaming this time, however, as he felt slender hands slide onto his stomach. He tensed beneath them, that familiar hungry feeling rumbling up against the slightly calloused palms that rested on him. “W..what..?” Ludwig murmured, instinctively (though slowly) sitting up.

“Stay down.” That British voice hissed, pushing him down with the hands he had on his belly. 

The massage just felt nice. It soothed his clenched muscles and coaxed him into laying back down, at which point those skinny hands pushed deep into his stomach. Ludwig grunted, surprised, and felt a rush of embarrassment as the neglected organ growled rather noisily. He apologized, but Arthur never responded. Part of Ludwig was glad that he didn’t respond, even if it was a natural part of this natural (terrible) sensation, everything always felt much more embarrassing when it happened in front of Arthur. Apologizing was even more humiliating than the noises themselves, but the silence that would come instead was unimaginable. He wasn’t sure why Arthur was even here-This seemed like something Arthur wouldn’t do ever. Particularly now, after Ludwig had been irritable all day and had stuffed their only meal down Arthur’s throat. The only thing the German could think was that this was gratitude, that he was trying to help Ludwig feel better. That’s what he had to assume, as neither of them were saying anything.

“You don’t.. You don’t have to do this.” He tried, but again, no response. He sighed, letting his head fall back. “I don’t understand.”

@the-elusive-libbin continued my last fic but couldn’t post it as a reply, and I think it would be cruel not to show you. I think she captured the characters really well~ Enjoy.

The Brit watched hungrily as the younger male devoured the rations with haste. Water pooled at the corner of Arthur's mouth which he wiped away with his sleeve as soon as he was able to tear his gaze away from the food. He sighed as he regarded the American, his face looking somewhat more saited than before. That was all that mattered right? Britain thought. He had been kind, helped a poor boy in a dire situation, if only momentarily and not as much as the boy would have liked. "Better?" The brit stated rather than asked, the venomous jealousy accidentally showing through. Arthur looked to the side, immediately realising his own childish nature and gritted his teeth in response. "Totally...thanks dude. You may have actually saved my skin." "Don't mention it. You're uhh American are you not." "Sure am, 5th regiment. And you're one of those british dudes yeah?" Britain furrowed his brow. "I beg your pardon?" "A British dude? Ya know. Tea and scones and stuff." Arthur sighed and shook his head, hand upon his face. "What sort of Stereotypical fantasies have those captains been filling your head with?" The American shrugged in response, a dumb smile plastered upon his face.

Suddenly Arthur began to feel faint  his arms already weak from hunger and heavy to lift, his body shook and for a moment, the Brit assumed he may die. There was a welling, churning and heavy feeling that came on suddenly and stopped to rest within his abdomen. A moment of processing. Oh dear. It clicked. Britain's stomach twisted and pained him as it clenched up tightly. It was going to do what he had hoped to god it wouldn't There was no way to stop it. Arthur went for his middle, wrapping weakened arms around his muscle tight abdomen which did nothing to quell the onslaught that followed soon after. GGGGRRRooooOOOaaaaAAARRrrrggglllle Erupted his stomach The residual sound bounced off the surrounding area in an echo It was loud And there was no hiding it ...... A pause "Uh......uh Dude? Was that...?" The brit had his head down but bought it up to meet the younger man's gaze. Emerald green met ocean blue as the two made contact. Arthur's fave flushed a deep red as his lip quivered. He coughed into his hand in a feeble attempt to control the situation. "ahem So s-sorry, I-I missed lunch...wont happen again."

Renji struggled to straighten himself out once his hunger pains forced him to double over, arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. Lunch was a distant memory, a distant, unimpressive memory that had done a very poor job at keeping him satisfied. Having something so small in his stomach really only made him feel hungrier, his stomach clenching tightly around his meal and begging him for more. ‘More’ hadn’t come in an extremely long time, and his gut was going to give him hell for it until he took proper care of it.

His body wasn’t built for this, that was clear. His body was built for swallowing a few people at once and lounging around as they digested, and eating a sandwich or roll of bread a day wasn’t exactly compensating. There was no way he could get more even if he wanted to, though, he had to remind himself of that so he wouldn’t pounce on just anyone. No one could possibly deserve dying in such a miserable way, and making people disappear wasn’t exactly laying low. Keeping himself hidden for so long worked well and as long as he dealt with the hunger, it shouldn’t be a problem. So why on earth was it becoming a problem?

His entire body ached, every muscle screaming for rest. Working all day required as much energy as he could get, and he knew that a sandwich wouldn’t do even if he had only one stomach. Dealing with bosses that were on his back took patience, and that was beginning to wear rather thin (as well as himself). A thought had crossed his mind once or twice, that using his boss to quiet the moans that they complained so often about would be a great justice. It would feel incredible as well, having something so large squeezing into his gut to be digested, but he would never forgive himself for doing something so reckless. He couldn’t even begin to forgive himself for thoughts like that.

Cigarettes usually helped, if not to get rid of terrible thoughts. It also eased the terrible feeling in his gut and soothed his entire body, giving him enough strength to keep working. He would love to have one at his second job where he felt he needed it most, but without a break he wasn’t exactly given the option to. That’s when his hunger hit the hardest-When the absence of dinner wrapped itself around his waist and squeezed tight, moans crying out from his belly in a plea for mercy. He could apologize to customers all he wanted, and he meant it, but his boss wasn’t so forgiving. It annoyed them to no end, hearing his stomach whine so much, and any scolding he got for not eating when he was at home was met with silence or a nod. He wouldn’t lash out or comment, he didn’t have the energy to and he didn’t feel like standing around for even longer and dealing with it any more than he had to.

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