A/N: The first part is short *sigh*
Austria's POV"Vat Elizabeta doesn't know von't hurt her," Gilbert reassured me, his hands pulled me down onto the bed, then shoved me into his lap. His fingers found the buttons of my vest, and his eyes, bright and yearning, were full of lust. Gilbert was not a gentle person, his fingers were rough when they slowly took off my clothing, piece by piece. When I was clad only in my underwear, he slammed my fragile body against the mahogany headboard of the bed. "Forget about her for vonce. Elizabeta doesn't deserve you," he said, his fingers tugging on my only garment.
I took his hand in mine. "But I'm married to her. It just doesn't feel right." I said, my breathing heavy and ragged from hitting the headboard.
"Roderich, if vat I'm asking is too much for you, we can stop." Gilbert said, backing away. "I know zat you're a true gentleman," he added, biting his lip.
"I'm sorry," I said, looking into his crimson red eyes. "I took a vow, I can't go against my word."
Gilbert nodded. "I understand." He said, leaning in and giving me a parting kiss on my forehead before sliding off the bed. The heels of his boots made a sharp click against the floor, as did the door when he shut it behind him.
I curled up amidst my clothes, the Prussian's touch still warm on my skin, his rose-colored eyes popping up in my thoughts whenever I closed my violet ones. Feverishly, I tried to banish those thoughts from my mind. If I'm so loyal to Elizabeta, then why am I dreaming of Gilbert, my enemy?
My enemy, I thought bitterly. I'm in love with my enemy.