Note: I know this fanfiction is really weird. This is all I could think of writing T^T Don't hate me, and I know this is terrible, so I guess, if you don't like it, don't read it? Yup, sounds fair, I guess. Anyway, this is Prussia X Prussia, and if anyone actually wants any more, I could write some, so let me know, I suppose, if you want more chapters, or another scene or something. Thanks, and this is weird, just so you know, before you read it. So, enjoy? XD
Gilbert stood in front of the mirror, admiring himself as he usually did before he left the house. "Ja, I'm awesome." He muttered, to himself, not expecting anyone to hear. As he turned to leave, he heard some sounds from the mirror - cracking...? No, not cracking... Was that... breathing..? No.. It couldn't be. He refused to believe it, and just wanted to leave the room, as quickly as he could. When he tried to open the door, a hand came over his shoulder, pushing the door shut.
"W-What..?" He turned around, to see who - or what - had closed the door, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He rubbed his eyes, in case he was hallucinating, but it didn't go. He couldn't believe it - no, he wouldn't believe it - there was another Gilbert in front of him. All that the Prussian could choke out was, "W-Who are you...?" He looked at the other in front of him, who simply smirked.
Gilbert thought to himself, for a moment, trying to get his head around this - the fact that there were two of him, was enough, but that this other seemed to be... different... somehow. The Prussian didn't know what was going to happen, the other had locked the doors, and closed the windows, as he stood there, in awe, at what had just happened. Confused he walked over to the other Prussian, poking him, making sure he wasn't hallucinating. He sat on the edge of the bed, after realizing he definitely wasn't hallucinating, and that this was actually happening. "Hey, you might actually be as awesome as me.." He murmured, thoughts spinning in his head, some of which he said out loud, as the other sat beside him on the edge of the bed. He didn't notice how close the other actually was to him, as he was deep in thought - quite unusual for him, although the thoughts were technically about himself. The other's hand rested on his thigh, and Gilbert snapped out of his trance-like state of thinking, when he felt a hand on his thigh. He jumped, slightly, "W-What do you think you're doing?" He tried to pull away from the other's hand, but he had a hand around him, pulling him closer by his shoulder, which kept him sitting on the edge of the bed. Rather desperately, the Prussian tried to pull the other's hands off him, Woah, he's strong..., he thought, to himself, when he found that he couldn't pull the other's hands off him - they rested firmly on his thigh, and one on his shoulder - by this point, he had come to the conclusion that this had to be Arthur's fault. People don't just come out of mirrors... right? The mirror wasn't broken, so it had to be Arthur's magic going wrong as it usually did. He knew the other nations were sometimes affected by his spells, but he had never expected this...
Gilbert had spaced out, thinking, again, and the other noticed this, and decided to move his hand further up the Prussian's thigh. When Gilbert realized this, he blushed, a light shade of pink quickly crossing his cheeks, however, he knew he couldn't pull away. The other smirked, when he noticed the Prussian's submission, and pushed him backwards, so that he lay on the bed, and the other was above him, his legs either side of the Prussian's waist, straddling him, and pinning his wrists above his head. Gilbert kept blushing, his blush slowly growing darker - from a light pink, suddenly to a shade of pink that was almost red, when he saw the other straddle him and pin his wrists up like that, he could almost see what was going to happen. Gilbert looked up at the other, hoping he was wrong on his little 'predictions' of what he thought would happen. He was wrong. The other leaned in close, their lips almost touching, until the other closed the gap between their lips, kissing Gilbert - quite roughly - and suddenly, surprising the Prussian below him with his sudden move, as Gilbert made small, surprised sounds as the other kissed him roughly. Eventually, he pulled away, and looked at the blushing, quietly panting, Prussian below him. He smirked, again, and began to slowly unbutton Gilbert's shirt.
The Prussian blushed, bright red, and tried to move his wrists out of the other's grasp, failing, as the shirt was slipped off, exposing his bare chest. Smirking, the other trailed his kisses down the Prussian's neck, nipping and biting gently in places, sucking on other certain spots, as Gilbert tried his hardest not to moan, biting his lip to stop himself, as the other trailed his kisses down to his chest.