The hand holding the gun to his forehead is shaking, Gilbert notices; the man in front of him is breathing raggedly, his eyes betraying his true feelings. Gilbert offers a crooked smile, whispers a quiet promise.

Ludwig's mouth twitches wordlessly, the gun slipping from his slackening grip. An almost inaudible whimper passes through his quivering lips. Gilbert watches as the man in front of him shakes his head.

"I'm weak," says Ludwig, his voice icy and bitter, his eyes filled with an unbearable sorrow. And, Gilbert can almost swear he sees a flash of regret in those gorgeous cerulean eyes.

"You're not weak," Gilbert responds calmly, reaching over to press a hand to his pale cheek. His thumb strokes over the creamy skin rhythmically. Ludwig shakes his head, pursing his lips tightly together.

"I'm a policeman," he growls out, an burning anger flashing in his eyes. "You're a criminal. We aren't supposed to be doing this."

"That doesn't stop us, does it, sweetheart?" Gilbert asks, smooth as honey, as he slides forward. Closer and closer he gets, watching the emotions rage within the sapphire eyes before him.

And, when he reaches down to take a calloused hand, he feels the trembling fist in his palm. Gilbert's gloved hand gently parts the shaking fingers, entertwining them with his own.

"I love you," he whispers, quietly, leaning forward and yanking the policeman in front of him into a fiery kiss. Ludwig growls, his teeth sinking into Gilbert's lower lip, his tongue pressing furiously into his mouth. Gilbert can't find it in himself to protest when Ludwig rams him roughly against the wall of a nearby building, pulling their mouths apart.

"I love you too," hisses Ludwig, almost as if saying it pained him. Gilbert smiles, reaches up to trace a thumb across his jawline, leans in to sink his teeth into the tender flesh of his counterpart's neck.

"Prove it to me," Gilbert growls, challengingly, a gleam of mischief and lust in his crimson eyes. Ludwig smiles, his teeth baring, reaching over and sliding the top button of Gilbert's shirt out of place.

And, when Gilbert wakes up on the cold, unforgiving ground, he stares at the empty spot next to him in a slight dismay. He dresses himself in silence, is about to walk out of the alleyway, but notices the tiny slip of paper on the ground.

Meet me at the same spot. 11:30 P.M. - Ludwig

Hi guys! So, I decided to post a Germancest. I don't ship it THAT much, to be honest. This is really dedicated to my friend Birchtree2439. She's been my best friend since we were five and has introduced me to so many different things (including Hetalia). She's even my beta reader! I'm even having a sleepover at her house right now! :)

Her birthday is in a few days, so I decide!d to give her a birthday present. Happy birthday, and sorry for the messy grammar AND mixing up your username.