Prologue
*Flashback*
You were beautiful.
He looked at you; your eyes were shut with pleasure, breast heaving as they bobbed up and down along with you, your breath coming out in pants, sweat glistening on your tensed body.
You were beautiful.
He reached out and grabbed your hips, steadying you as you continued to ride him.
You had a warrior's body, so much like his own. He could see the scars of each battle you had fought that you proudly showed off as trophies of war. There was one across your throat, he loved sucking it, kissing it, biting it. He ran his finger across another on your back, you moan sensually. No one was more perfect than you.
He loved you.
His thoughts were cut off when you cried his name. "GILBERT!" You yelled as your orgasm overloaded your senses, causing you to slump down.
"Nein," He said playfully, hands still on your hips, "I'm not done here." Gripping your hips more firmly than before, his eyes met yours and you continued your motions. Those crimson eyes of his urged you along.
A few strokes later, he finished inside you. He lessened his grip on your hips, letting you fall on him.
"Gilbert…."
He let go of your hip and grabbed your hair with one hand, "Layla," he said as he brought you closer to him, kissing you.
"Ich liebe dich."
"I love you too, Gilbert."
Chapter 1
The sun was in his face. Mein gott, it's too fucking bright!
Gilbert Beilschmidt woke up. He had a massive migraine, something he was fortunately used to. Being one third of the infamous Bad Touch Trio, hangovers were common. What he was NOT used to, however, was that he found himself in an unfamiliar room. Was this his room? No, it cannot be. It was way too clean! It was the only thing at home that West would NOT clean. Not only that, he was sure that no room of his overlooked the city skyline.
As he looked around the room, his eyes fell on a newspaper on a bedside desk, it seems that America's new boss, President Obama was mad a something that happened in Germany. He looked at the date, "No way," he thought, "This can't be today's date!" Last he remembered, that was in two days!
His head still banging, he tried to recall how'd he got into this situation. Nothing came. He must've been seriously drunk last night. A little too drunk in fact, now that he thought about it. He was still clothed, meaning he didn't have a drunken one night stand. Fuck.
WHAT IN FRITZ'S NAME HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?
He looked around the room again, trying to piece together the evidence. Nothing. Just a room on what seemed to be a high rise building, probably a hotel. It sure looked a lot like a hotel bedroom. With fancy a vase of fresh flowers, silk sheets and the aroma of lavender in the air. A girl's room? He hoped so.
Sounds were coming from a closed door, the bathroom, perhaps? He grinned, maybe he'll get lucky after all. There was another door but this one was opened. From his angle, he could see that it lead to a separate living room and office. What kind of girl did he bag in his drunken stupor? He wondered.
"What was I doing last night?" He muttered to no one in in particular.
"That is a good question." A female voice answered as the bathroom door opened.
He turned to the direction of the voice, horror-struck. It can't be!
You were leaning against the bathroom doorway, dressed in a bathrobe that accentuates your figure, dark hair damp with a towel around your neck. The sight of you like that brought back painful memories. You were just the way he remembered you, way back then, whenever you both were alone, looking at him with a playful grin and a mischievous glint in your dark eyes as he wondered what you were going to do to him. What pleasures will you bring.
But not this time, right now, you had your arms crossed and an angry scowl on your face.
"Layla! What are you doing here!" He exclaimed as he looked at you, his ex.
His former lover.
A/N YEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH! My first fanfiction and it stars my beloved Prussia aka the Awesome Gilbert Beilshmidt. Tell me what you think of it!
Edit: Changed Alfred to America to fit my headcannon XP