And another one!
Roderich hadn't moved from the window in three hours. Elizaveta had left, and he had watched her leave until he could no longer see her. Now he watched the path that she had left on; he feared what would happen to her, but knew she had always been stronger than him...
"Roderich?" Gilbert had entered his house without asking, as usual. It was odd that this piece of his life continued, while most of it had turned to shambles.
"Roderich, did you even move from the window?"
Roderich felt his wheelchair move, as Gilbert pulled him away. His eyes didn't leave the outside, however.
"Roderich? Earth to Roderich, the awesome me is here!"
Roderich was quiet, folding his hands in his lap.
"Please go away, Gilbert. Doesn't Ludwig need you?"
"He's just moping about and crap; I raised him tougher than that, the wuss." Gilbert replied, chuckling.
Roderich went quiet again, looking down at his hands. Gilbert sighed, also going somewhat somber.
"For cryin' out loud, you're depressing me, Roderich. Come on, it's not like you won't ever see her again. Smile."
"...smile? What have I got left to smile about, Gilbert?"
"...well, I am here..."
Roderich gave him a look, before settling back in his wheelchair.
"Just leave me alone, will you?"
Gilbert frowned, wheeling him down the hall. He got the door to his bedroom open easily, wheeling him over next to the bed.
"...what are you doing?" Roderich finally asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
Gilbert simply lifted him onto the bed.
"You look awful; you should totally sleep." He explained, beginning to tuck him in. Roderich sighed, pushing himself onto his stomach.
"Gilbert...I can't sleep. You should know that by now-" He broke off his sentence, startled when he felt Gilbert settling next to him, putting an arm around him.
"Just pretend the lump next to you is her, okay? I'm taking a nap."
Roderich was quiet, removing his glasses carefully. He'd never though Gilbert could be thoughtful...he leaned back against him, sighing softly. He was very tired...
It was only a few minutes later that Roderich was deeply asleep, snuggled up against Gilbert out of habit; if Hungary had been able to see it, she would've run for her camera. The thought made Gilbert smile, at least, as he peered at Roderich's sleeping face. He really must've been exhausted to let him see him so...un-aristocrat like. Roderich was terribly young looking without his glasses on, after all.