AN:No I am not dead to anyone who reads my other fics. Just preoccupyed with Hetalia. Well anyway, this is my first written Germancest fic. Yes, there are spies. I just thought, "Wow I haven't seen that yet..." So I did it. This is the result of my fangirling on spies. There will be action in the next chapter right at the beginning. I will actually do this fic pretty fast so enjoy! :3
~Espionage: The practice of spying~
~Whipped: Extremely obidient to one's significant other~
Dawn was coming through the glass window, and it shown upon two bodies lying in bed. A rugged blonde equipped with toned muscles and baby blues that were closed in sleep. The other body in the four poster bed was an albino man. He was a bit smaller in frame, but he was propped up on one elbow and watching the other sleep with amusement in his red eyes.
"Hey. Wake up West~" He cooed his nickname for the man. "Wakey, wakey." The albino eyed the hickeys littering the other man's body before bringing his eyes back up to his face.
The blonde stirred. "Ugh. G-Gilbert?" Icy eyes slowly opened to find that haughty smirk on the man's features. "Was? Warum hast du mich geweckt?" Reluctantly he sat up a little, letting the thin blanket fall down his chest.
Gilbert gave his trademark sniggering chuckle. "Kesese~Dir auch einen guten Morgen." The smaller, yet elder man leaned over and gave the blonde a peck on the lips. "I have to get up for work, liebling."
Suddenly the younger German's demeanor changed. Ludwig stuck out his bottom lip in a pout and wrapped his arms around Gilbert, snuggling into him. "Nein. You always have to get up this early for work. Can't you call in sick just for today?" This type of reaction was not usual for the blonde considering he was a stoic workaholic, but around the albino he changed.
Using the right words in this situation was difficult for Gilbert. He still hadn't told Ludwig his career choice even after the two years that they have been together. This was always the trickiest part of their relationship. "I really don't get sick days…"
"And you still need to tell me what it is you do." His gaze went steely eyed.
Gilbert rolled on top of the younger and gave a sinful grin that would send him straight to the fiery pits. "Well I do pleasure you on occasion." He leaned down and nibbled on his lover's earlobe. "But right now I have to go work for the government as a spy and kill bad people with my gun and charm.~"
Ludwig's face was flushed as the albino withdrew. "Ha ha. That's hilarious Gilbert." The tone was monotonous.
Shrugging, the elder German got up and started dressing in a nicely tailored suit. The blonde watched with interest. "So your job involves wearing nice clothing."
"Well, you gotta dress for success." Cardinal eyes stared into the body length mirror to straighten the red tie adorning the owner's neck. "Does this tie look good?"
"It matches your eyes." Gilbert gave a 'go-on' look. Ludwig snorted. "Yes. It goes well with your suit and eyes." The albino knew that the cyan-eyed blonde thought he looked sexy. That blush alone almost made him jump the younger, but he controlled himself.
Instead the albino put on his shoes, grabbed his jacket and started heading out the door. "Wait! Gil!" The elder paused mid-step and turned. Ludwig walked over in his red boxers and showed Gilbert the Iron Cross in his hand. "You forgot this." That adorable blush reappeared on the blonde's face.
"You know what Lutz?" Blue eyes rose to meet the red ones. Gilbert took the cross by the chain and slipped it around his lover's neck. "Keep it safe till I get home in a few days." The blonde's face lit up red as the albino gave him one last needy kiss and headed out the door. 'God I'm awesome,' was Gilbert's only thought.
Coming into his work that day was as always a bit troublesome with his two best friends hounding him. "So mon ami, how do you top a rugged man like that?" A Frenchman by the name of Francis Bonnefoy was pointing to a picture of Gilbert and Ludwig on the albino's desk.
Gilbert hid the picture and glared at the blonde. "He's more of the virgin."
"Amigo, what do you mean 'More of the virgin?'" The other best friend was a Spaniard bearing the name Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.
"Well when West and I first met, he was a virgin. That's it." His friends were grating his nerves.
Francis gawked. "Wait. You took his virginity?" The albino felt the heat rise to his cheeks, but he nodded. "Cher Seigneur! What is happening to the Bad Touch Trio?" Gilbert sat in his swivel chair and scooted up to his computer, ignoring the dramatic French.
"Un momento! How long have you two been dating?" The Spaniard had placed his hand over Francis' mouth.
"About two years."
"And when did you first have sex?"
That made the albino pause. 'Here it comes.' He let out a breath and mumbled. "A year and a half ago…"
"Six months!" The Frenchie finally removed his friend's hand, letting out a fit of laughter that Tonio shared. "You my friend are whipped."
Red eyes spared a glance at his two best friends sharing their amusement in his love life. He then kicked both of their shins. "I hope you two burn in hell!"
The brunette of the bunch giggled through the pain. "I'm surprised you haven't purposed yet!" The sarcasm dripped from his voice and the two laughed harder.
Yet the German remained silent. His unusual quietness made the blonde and brunette stop dead. "Wait, you haven't purposed, right?" Blue and brown eyes were trained on the albino's white head of hair.
"Well no…not yet. I was going to after we got back though." The albino never felt more embarrassed in his life. Their eyes were just on him and they wouldn't stop staring.
"Where's your Iron Cross, Gilbert?" The Spanish man's brow rose.
"Ludwig has it till I get back…It's also kind of my proposal." Gilbert bowed his head so he didn't meet their shocked gazes.
"Oh, Dios mío. You're serious about this, aren't you Gil?" Antonio covered his mouth with his hand.
"Y-yeah. I mean I love him, even though I haven't told him that yet…" The albino swore he was getting sunburn from his own unawesome blushing.
Queue Francis going dramatic. "Toni, mon ami, I think we will become the Bad Touch Duo soon. Wait, who's going to be the best man? What'll happen to our drinking nights on the town? We can't call you if we get into bar fights! You'll be with your new 'wife'. Who'll-"
"Mein Gott Francis! I'd be getting married, not dying!" Gilbert glared at the Frenchman.
"Same thing, Gilly." The Spaniard shot in.
"We made a pact never to get hitched when we became best friends at this agency." The blonde gestured around at the building. The other employees ignored the trio, this was a usual weird occurrence with them.
"Yeah, well I'm sorry your sex lives suck. But I found someone, most likely the one, and you're just jealous that I have and you two haven't…unless you'd like to tell our French friend about Lovino, eh Tonio?" An evil payback smirk made its way onto the albino's face.
"Who's Lovino?" The Frenchie glared at the Spanish man.
"Uh- no-nobody. I met h-him and h-his adorable brother i-in a club." It was now the Spaniard's turn to blush. Thus began a new argument between the apparently new 'Bad Touch Duo.' Gilbert gave a smile and started walking towards the Briefing room. 'These idiots will never survive without me.'
Meanings of phrases/words:
German:
Was? - What?
Warum hast du mich wecken? - Why did you wake me?
Dir auch einen guten Morgen.- Good Morning to you.
Nein. - No.
Liebling - darling
Mein Gott! - My God!
French:
Mon ami - my friend
Cher Seigneur! - Dear Lord!
Spanish:
Amigo - friend
Oh Dios Mios - Oh My God
Un momento! - One moment
Well hope you enjoyed just the first bit! R&R please. It will be spied upon. Please make suggestions of anything you think should go in the fic as well! Thank you Leanoranda for the corrections on my German!
