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Elizabeta's eyes slowly fluttered open, and she blinked rapidly to clear the sleep from her eyes. Remaining still for a few seconds, she wondered vaguely why her ceiling looked so different.
All of a sudden, she registered that she was not wearing pyjamas. Or anything at all, for that matter. Turning sharply to her left, she spotted an all too familiar head of silvery hair poking out from beneath the covers.
"GILBERT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE."
Her eyes widened as she sat bolt upright, the movement causing Gilbert to stare up at her in sleepy annoyance.
"I should be asking you that question, my dear Lizzie, as this is my bed and not yours." Well, that explained the ceiling. "And to answer your question, I was sleeping. WAS. And I'm about to get back to that." He turned and rolled over with his back to the now quite pissed off Hungarian.
"Like hell you are! We are talking about this, right now."
"What is there to talk about?" came his reply. "We had sex. You enjoyed it, I enjoyed it, end of story."
Elizabeta scoffed. "Who says I enjoyed it?"
Gilbert snickered and turned to face her, his crimson eyes staring up at her. "Trust me, Liz, you enjoyed it. It was me, after all." She rolled her eyes. "Don't you remember any of it?"
"I'm trying not to think about it." She muttered darkly, picking at her nails. "How did we end up... um, well... having sex, anyway?" She blushed and pulled the blankets up further around her chest. Gilbert found himself cursing her actions.
The Prussian sat up and leaned against the headboard, pondered the question, causing the blanket to fall around his waist. Elizabeta noticed this, and became quite fascinated with the ceiling, for the second time that morning.
"You came over for a visit, since you probably thought I was lonely or something, as West is out of town for a few days. Hah, imagine the awesome Prussia getting lonely! Kesesese~" Despite his obnoxious giggle, Elizabeta could see that she had been right to visit him. He was her (best) friend, and no matter how much he pissed her (and everyone else) off, she knew he only did it because he was lonely, and just needed someone to pay attention to him. That's why she humoured him most of the time. (And she actually enjoyed his company sometimes, but she would never tell him that. Ever.)
"Anyway, I was making fun of Roddy, saying you hadn't gotten any since you broke up with him and that he was probably sucky in bed anyway, and you got all pissy and started defending him, saying that he was perfectly good blah blah blah, and I said I could probably do way better, after all I am 1000 times awesomer in every other way, and you told me to prove it, so I did." He winked at her, making her blush and curse her stupidity. Why had she let his taunts about Roderich get to her? Why had she not realized that by telling him to "prove it", she was basically telling him to have sex with her? And when he kissed her, WHY THE FUCK had she kissed him back?
Actually, he had been right about one thing. Since she and Roderich had divorced, she had been pretty... well, sexually frustrated, for lack of a better word. Yaoi fanfiction can only get a girl so far, she though bitterly. Maybe that's why she hadn't been completely repulsed when Gil had started grinning like the Chesire cat, pinned her to the sofa and stuck his tongue down her throat. Well, that and the fact that she just plain liked it.
Elizabeta silently added that to The List Of Things Never To Tell Gilbert, Ever, which was growing at a dangerous rate.
He moved slightly, breaking her out of her daydream, and making her realize she had been staring at his crotch for the past 30 seconds. Fuck. Her eyes shot up to his face, which was wearing a slightly vacant expression. He was staring at her... oh, for the love of God.
She sighed and put two fingers underneath his chin, tilting it upward to look at her. "Eyes up here, buddy."
He blushed slightly, then smirked. "Hey, guess we're even now."
Dammit. She thought she had gotten away with that one. Apparently he was more observant than she gave him credit for.
"It hardly matters now anyway, seeing as we've seen each other naked." He had a point.
"Well, I'd better get going now." Elizabeta moved to get out of bed, but the Prussian grabbed her wrist, causing her to fall back onto his chest.
"No, Liz. Please stay here. With me. Uh, West doesn't get back until tomorrow and, well, I actually do like it when you visit. Please?" His honestly shocked her, and the way his crimson eyes were looking into her emerald ones was giving her the oddest of feelings, which was not unpleasant at all. Damn, he could be persuasive when he wanted to be.
She sat up and turned to face him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "Of course I'll stay. But no more being annoying. Or talking shit about Roderich."
"But remember how awesome it turned out the last time I did?"
She rolled her eyes at him as she snuggled down under the covers again. "I never said it was awesome."
He raised an eyebrow at her, grinning evilly. "Need me to prove it again, dear Elizabeta?"
"Bring it on. And don't call me dea-" She clamped a hand over her mouth as soon as she realized what she had said. Ugh. When would she learn?
But as the events of the previous day proceeded to repeat themselves, she found that she would be content if she never did.
Um so yeah. Hi.
This is my first fic oh my goddddddd. Yes, I am aware it's not that great but I was bored one night and I got this idea and I thought "lol why not it can't be that bad" and uh yeah
but idk if I'll write anything more but I might if people actually like this/give me reviews C: /subtle
Anyway. I fucking love PruHun jfdgdgjdfgh. I really hope I didn't fuck up their personalities/relationship/everything else too bad.~