Hello everyone, this is my very first posted fanfic for my favourite pairing, PruAus.
Bold Italics- Thoughts
Italics- Foreign language/Emphasis
"Italics in quotation marks"- Phone call
I don't own Hetalia.
Enjoy.
"Roderich, why are you so goddamn frugal?!" Gilbert yelled as he slammed both hands on the table. "We both know that each club is allowed to have at least a hundred bucks for club fees!"
The treasurer of the student council sat at his desk unruffled as his violet eyes swept over the documents before him, completely ignoring the silver head that was looming in front of his desk with snapping red eyes.
"Say something!" Gilbert screeched as he slammed his fist on the table again, causing Roderich to sigh with irritation and look sideways at Francis, the vice-president, who wasn't even trying to hold back his laughter behind the piled documents and folders on his desk.
"It is true that each club is allowed to have at least a hundred dollars, but your… club," Roderich said as he wrinkled his nose in distaste, "is inactive, and if anything, it should be abolished."
"Hey! My club is awesomely active!" Gilbert huffed as he glared at Roderich, who just rolled his eyes as he pulled a file folder out from his drawer.
"Very well," Roderich said skeptically, "Let's see if there's anything on record. Tell me the name of your club."
"It's My Awesome Club!"
Roderich stared at Gilbert's hyper red eyes with his tired violet ones. "I'm aware it is 'awesome', but what is the name of your club?"
Francis was howling with laughter when Gilbert looked at Roderich with confusion. "I told you already, it's 'My Awesome Club'!"
Roderich tried not to give Francis the satisfaction of seeing him slam his head on the table. He flipped quickly to the M section and found Gilbert's club, his lips turning up into a small smirk when he saw that aside from the club name and the date it was formed there was nothing else on the paper. Finally, he could get rid of Gilbert and his club, and get some peace at his desk. This childish banter had been going on since Roderich started his job as the treasurer and it was beginning to wear him out.
The brunette frowned as he remembered how mortified he was when he flipped through the accounts and saw so many useless clubs that just sat and claimed money. He brought up the matter with the president, Arthur, both of them deciding to cut down inactive clubs. Since then there were a total of twenty five clubs that have been abolished, but Gilbert's had somehow managed to escape the radar until Roderich overheard—well, who couldn't hear when he was practically yelling—that Gilbert actually had a club. Since then, whenever Gilbert dropped by to claim his club funds Roderich refused, even when he mysteriously obtained the signature of the principal.
"This matter will be passed into Arthur's hands," Roderich concluded with an air of finality as he snapped the folder shut, "Francis, you can see your friend out."
"Hey, Roddy, come on—" Gilbert started, but was cut short by Francis' hand.
"Come, mon ami," Francis said as he stood up from his desk, "I told you your club wouldn't last for a year."
"Shut up!" Gilbert yelled. "Roddy, we're not through with this yet! I'll be back! I'll be back!" He screamed as Francis dragged him out of the room, his final shouts muffled by the closing of doors.
Roderich pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, reaching a hand into his back pocket for his cell phone. Arthur wasn't in the student council office right now and he wasn't sure if he would drop by, so he deduced it was best to call. As soon as the call connected though, Roderich was met with a loud greeting instead of Arthur's usual "what now".
"Hello there!" A happy voice chirped from the other end of the phone, making Roderich wince because of the volume.
"I believe I called Arthur Kirkland. Who are you?" Roderich asked curtly as any loud and obnoxious candidates swirled through his head. Gilbert and Mathias were in his grade but they both weren't really close to Arthur, not to mention close enough to snatch his cell phone. He found the voice somehow familiar and vaguely remembered a loud first year with the last name Jones who had such cheerful tone.
"Arthur's kinda busy right now…so yeah, who're you?" The voice replied. Roderich raised an eyebrow at the rustling sound in the background. Did he just hear growling? And did that rustling sound belong to bed sheets?
"Pass the phone to Arthur." Roderich said in a warning tone. "I'm not giving my name to the likes of you."
"Oh, hello, Roderich!" The voice chirped after a second.
"How did you—"
"Caller ID!"
"Look, just give the phone to—"
"Alfred F. Jones! Let go of me this instant you brute! What are you doing, tampering with my phone? I have a meeting to go to!" Arthur's voice screamed shrilly.
"Aw, we know you like sticking with me Artie!"
"I most certainly do not enjoy your company so why don't you untie me this instant!"
When there was the sound of the phone dropping on the floor Roderich began to panic. What on earth was going on? Should he find help? He clutched the phone and pressed it to his ear, desperately hoping to hear some vital information that would lead him to find Arthur and hopefully save him from this 'Alfred'.
"Come on…just ten minutes?"
"No!"
"Five?"
"Just—umph!"
There was a long silence that was filled with a wet sound. Roderich felt his face flush and he frantically pushed the buttons on his phone before tossing it into his cluttered drawer, which he didn't have time to clean up lately. He wasn't interested to find out about that particular area of Arthur's life and couldn't imagine Arthur being anything but strict.
"I'm back," Francis sang as he sauntered into the room and settled behind his desk. "Gilbert is set on getting his hundred dollars, so be careful." He reported with a wink.
"Francis, I suspect his club isn't even official." Roderich said as continued to read over other documents, "I don't care if your grandfather owns this school; it's no valid reason for letting such an irresponsible, childish and unproductive club take place in our school—"
"Oh GOD, Alfred…"
Francis's eye brow shot up and he looked around the room for the scandalous president, a devious grin growing on his face. Roderich turned bright red and nearly broke the handle of his drawer in his haste to find his phone. He had hung up, hadn't he?
"So you like eavesdropping?" Francis said to Roderich as he grinned with glee, "it is not good, mon ami, it is thrilling, but not good."
"I was not eavesdropping," Roderich muttered as he pulled out the drawer and dove both hands into it. Across from him, Francis' grin grew wider.
"Heh, I just knew you'd like it when I do it like this," Alfred's voice breathed, sounding heavy and laced with lust.
"Shut up and just move, dammit!" Arthur groaned over a squeaking mattress and a slick, wet sound that filled Roderich with shame as he dumped everything onto the floor in desperation.
"Yes Captain!"
"Oh…god…right there…again…yes, that's it…"
"Arthur, you're so tight…" Alfred trailed off into incoherent grunt.
"Alfred…yes, yes, yes—"
Roderich pressed harshly on the red button and sighed with relief, ignoring the horrified look on Francis' face.
"They are not done yet!" The vice president exclaimed as he raised both hands in the air in disbelief.
"I think that's enough," Roderich said as hid his blushing face, suddenly interested in the mess of objects on the floor. Francis just whistled before slipping out of the room, presumably to find someone to get lucky with, and left Roderich to clean the chaos on the floor. There were some some small packets strewn amongst the objects but Roderich didn't pay attention to them and dumped the objects back into his drawer, deciding to organize it tomorrow.
Roderich sat back behind his desk and tried to get back to work, but the phone call occupied his mind and he couldn't get rid of the sounds he had heard. How was he ever going to look Arthur in the face again?
Just as he was thinking about how to act like nothing ever happened the door to the office opened and Gilbert strode in, his anger wiped from his face and his red eyes as mellow as autumn leaves. He seemed to be nervous, as if he was preparing for an important speech or going on his first date.
"Roddy." He said gruffly as he stood in front of the treasurer's desk.
"Not now, Gilbert." Roderich said tiredly as he laid his forehead on his intertwined hands with a sigh.
"All I need is a hundred bucks."
"Even one dollar is sufficient for a club like yours."
"Come on," Gilbert groaned, "My club is freakin' official!"
"Francis made that official, not Arthur."
"Who gives a shit about freaky eyebrows?"
Roderich leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs, his violet eyes piercing into Gilbert's red ones.
"I would advise you not to talk about Arthur that way. Arthur is a very capable person and you should give him some respect."
The silver head gave a scoff of disbelief before staring at Roderich, his brows furrowing as if he were thinking about something. He then snapped his fingers and grinned deviously.
"You like Arthur, don't you?"
"I am a man." Roderich said simply.
"So what, do you have a thing against gays?"
"Don't wriggle your eyebrow like that. I do not have a 'thing' against homosexual men." Roderich paused for a moment before looking at Gilbert curiously. "Are you homosexual?"
"What? Me? Gay?" Gilbert let out a guffaw before calming down, his expression turning serious. Roderich thought for a moment that a mix of worry and hesitance tinted the albino's eyes. "I don't know, never tried. I like girls though," He added with a lighter tone.
Roderich cleared his throat to get rid of the awkward silence that followed.
"Well then. Back to the main point, I believe I have made it very clear that you cannot have the one hundred dollars."
Gilbert surprised and annoyed Roderich by sitting down on his desk. "It was never about money anyways," He muttered with his back towards the brunette.
"Then why do you insist on having that money?" Roderich asked as he took sudden interest in Gilbert's voice, wanting to listen to it more. When he wasn't shouting his voice was pleasant to the ear, like velvet with a bit of a rough edge to it. He found himself wondering if Gilbert was a good singer.
"No special reason," Gilbert said as he gave a slight shrug of his shoulders, "I just like bugging you."
Roderich rolled his eyes. "Thank you for taking pleasure in giving me headaches with your shrill yelling."
"No problem," Gilbert said with a smirk before casting his gaze on Francis' desk, having probably decided to wait for the vice president to come back. Roderich continued to lean back in his seat, not bothering to tell Gilbert to get off his desk. It was the first time he had seen the albino in close proximity, and he had to admit he found Gilbert good looking. His hair looked soft, and when his eyes didn't have the usual hard edge in them they looked as beautiful as the sun set. Gilbert noticed his gaze and flashed a grin at him, his thin lips parting to reveal a set of gleaming white teeth, the canine tooth sharply distinct.
"I know I'm handsome, you don't have to stare at me like that."
"I was merely wondering why you look terrifyingly pale." Roderich replied as he turned his eyes away from Gilbert. "If you're going to stay here and wait for Francis you might as well help me." He added as he pointed to a large pile of papers sitting on the long table in the middle of the adjoining room.
"What do I need to do with those?"
"Staple them," Roderich replied as he reached down and rummaged through his cluttered drawer with the vague memory that he placed a stapler in there. When his hand found one Roderich gave it to Gilbert, who just stared at him.
"What? Don't tell me you don't know how to staple?"
"I do, but that…is that a condom?" Gilbert said as he stifled a laugh of wonder.
Roderich frowned. "What condom?"
"You know…that?" Gilbert said as he pointed to Roderich's desk, and to the brunette's horror he saw a tiny foil package labeled 'Strawberry flavoured' in front of him. He immediately recoiled from his desk, getting up from his seat and backing into the wall, his face flaming as the memory of the phone call ruthlessly pranced around his mind.
"That's not mine— I don't know how it got here."
"Dude, that came out of your desk."
"I don't care. I'll just have you know that the damned thing isn't mine. It probably belongs to Francis."
Gilbert grinned, his eyes suddenly blazing, and set the stapler down.
"You're acting like a virgin, have you never really used this?" He said as he held the condom up for Roderich to see.
"I am not interested with this topic, so I kindly advise you to drop it."
"You don't like using condoms?" Gilbert pressed as he moved towards Roderich. There was a weird feeling in the pit of brunette's stomach and he wondered what it was as he pressed his back into the wall, his head suddenly dizzy and his heart beat speeding up.
"Want me to demonstrate how to use it?"
Roderich stared at Gilbert, whose grin was feral as he ripped open the foil with his teeth and moved a hand to his belt. He surely wasn't suggesting to do that, was he?
To his relief and ridiculous disappointment, Gilbert laughed and tossed the package back on the table. "You're blushing so hard, did you really think I was going jerk off in front of you?"
"This is harassment, Beilschdmit." Roderich warned uselessly. Gilbert was now so uncomfortably close to him, their hands almost brushing against each other, their breaths mingling with one another. He didn't know if he was expecting something or just feeling irritated when he made the mistake of looking into Gilbert's tantalizing red eyes.
The albino leaned in and closed the distance between them, pressing a light kiss onto his lips. Roderich thought he would be disgusted or repel the intrusion, but the kiss sparked something within him and he felt as if he was being bathed in the gentle warm and inviting sun, and unconsciously parted his lips slightly.
He felt his heartbeat speed up even more when Gilbert slid his tongue across his lips and finally engaged the two tongues into an awkward, slow, and hesitant kiss. After a few seconds Roderich began to feel impatient. He could feel fear from Gilbert. Now he didn't know why, but he was letting Gilbert kiss him, wasn't he? Then why was Gilbert acting like he was doing something wrong?
Suddenly, as if he was snapped out of stupor, Gilbert pushed Roderich away and turned around, hiding his expression from Roderich.
"Dammit, Beilschdmit, just get out of this room," Roderich snapped as he looked out the window, wondering what on earth just happened between them. Their relationship was nothing special, was it? Then why did he feel the spark of attraction, the speeding up of his heartbeat and the burning sensation where Gilbert touched? It was absurd.
Gilbert didn't say anything and left the room, closing the door with a soft thud. Seconds later the door opened again, and Roderich willed himself to stay in place, his back straight and his head held high, thinking that Gilbert had come back.
"Roderich?"
The brunette deflated, giving a small sigh and turned around at the voice of his friend. What was he expecting? This was hilarious.
"Yes, Elizaveta?" He said with a smile.
Elizaveta looked at him, her green eyes flashing with concern. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm okay." Roderich said as smoothly as he could. He tried to avoid looking at Elizaveta in fear that she would see the turmoil in him, and realized with utmost horror that the open condom was on the desk. He quickly moved around the desk, picking up the condom on the way, and promptly turned Elizaveta around.
"Now, is there something you need me for?" Roderich said as held the package in his fist tightly, hoping Elizaveta had not seen it lying on the desk.
"Yes, my mother asked if you would like to eat dinner with us today." Elizaveta replied as she looked at Roderich curiously.
"Oh, I have a council meeting later in the day, what time does dinner start?"
"Seven."
Roderich racked his mind for an excuse not to go. He never liked dinners. And he certainly didn't like Mr. Héderváry, who was infamous for his hate towards musicians, especially males.
"The meeting starts at five, I don't think I'll be done before seven because there are a lot of issues to address. Even if we're done before seven, there are a lot of documents and papers to deal with." Roderich said, hoping his friend would take the hint. She did.
Elizaveta laughed as she moved towards the door, but not before giving Roderich a playful pat on the shoulder. "I'll tell mother. Come over next time."
Roderich nodded and smiled, grateful for being spared from an awkward and uncomfortable dinner with Mr. Héderváry to find every opportunity to make fun of him. He held his pose for another few seconds, breathing a sigh of relief when the door closed. When he was sure that Elizaveta wasn't going to come back he crossed to his desk and opened the drawer, staring at all the tiny foil packages that looked up at him with innocence. He would have to bring the matter up with Francis later.
Gilbert stepped out of the room silently, closed the door with a soft thud, walked down the hall, and turned his head to see if Roderich had left the room, before he began kicking the wall viciously. He was being stupid, extremely stupid. Francis dropped by the classroom, telling him that Roderich was alone inside the office and he now had a chance to have real conversation with him instead of yelling his head off. He was frustrated that their 'real conversation' didn't go well at all. Gilbert growled with annoyance as Roderich's words echoed in his head.
"Dammit, Belischdmit, just get out of this room."
They were kissing! Actually kissing! As in touching their lips together and opening their mouths and letting their tongues search around! Even though it wasn't close to sucking each other's faces off it was a huge step closer to what he wanted, so Gilbert hated himself for being such a coward. He could have given Roderich a kiss that would sweep him off his feet, a kiss to remember— not a lame one that would be forgotten instantly!
It was all Elizaveta's fault.
The damn she-male talked about Roderich all the time, and now even Gilbert was infatuated with him, even going as far to argue with him for a hundred bucks for his club just to see him.
"Gilbert, what are you doing?"
The albino sighed as he straightened himself to meet the disapproving gaze of his childhood friend and first crush, Elizaveta, who had her hands on her hips. She used to call him "Gil" until she switched from her tom-boyish ways into wearing ridiculous skirts and grew her hair, an action Gilbert didn't understand until she told him about Roderich.
It was obvious she liked him a romantic way. Roderich this, Roderich that— she told him all about Roderich to the point that Gilbert felt like he knew Roderich personally.
"I'm just kicking the wall, that's all." Gilbert said dismissively.
"Did you go to the student council office?" Elizaveta asked, suspicion gleaming in her eyes. Gilbert rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"Whatever."
"Gilbert, I believe we've established the fact that you are not going to get money and you should stop harassing Roderich."
"The little master never complained," Gilbert replied lamely. When he started high school he thought everything was going to be so awesome. He was going to school with his two best friends, Francis and Antonio, and Elizaveta had texted him saying she was going to the same school as well. But when he saw Roderich, everything just screeched from rosy red to gloomy gray.
Gilbert didn't care how awesome Roderich sounded, and he didn't doubt himself when he thought Elizaveta was just exaggerating everything about him, but just when he thought Roderich was a stuck up royal dipshit the dude just had to be a pretty boy with shiny sleek brown hair and alluring violet eyes and a damn sexy mole or beauty mark of whatever it is.
Elizaveta clicked her tongue, snapping Gilbert out of his trail of thoughts.
"We're friends, Gilbert, and I don't want to get mad at you for annoying Roderich. You know how I feel about him."
You don't know how I feel about him, Gilbert thought as he watched Elizaveta turn on her heels and walk down the hall, leaving him staring after her back as her long hair swished along with her skirt. Damn, those legs sure were nice. He wondered if Roderich appreciated them.
The albino walked along the hallway in a brooding silence before suddenly bursting into hysterical laughter and scaring the other students around him. He wondered what Roderich was going to do if Elizaveta saw the condom.
Roderich sighed as he cleared the paper cups off the long table. Arthur had arrived ten minutes before the meeting with a tall blond first-year (presumably Alfred) who he yelled at excessively and finally kicked out of the room, his face red and angry. Francis just grinned and made suggestive motions with his hands, earning himself the pain of a sound thump on the shoulder.
The meeting was full of the usual jabs and disagreements, and Roderich was thankful it ended peacefully, because he was tired and not in the mood to mediate the arguing and throwing around of papers and pens anymore. When he finished writing his report and checking the sums again, he handed it in to Arthur and killed time by staying in his reserved practice room, preparing to head over to the maze when night fell.
Hetalia Academy was a large school that covered vast acres of land, and it was a school that embraced all talents and strived to nurture its students to the best. Aside from the main building where all academic affairs were settled, the only other places worth going to for Roderich was the Arts building, which housed his private practice room, and the maze beside the gardens.
The maze was mysterious and enormous, rumored to be as large as five football fields. There was no tall building close enough to allow a clear aerial view of the maze, and most students got lost in it often enough that the school didn't allow them to go there anymore, despite the maze being properly maintained.
Roderich had found a house in the maze in his first year when he got lost as he ran into the maze as an escape. It took him a lot of time to find the house again, but Roderich eventually drew a map for himself and memorized the way by heart. Spacious and wide, the house consisted of two floors, three bedrooms, two fully furnished bathrooms, a kitchen, living room, dining room, a study, and what Roderich found most exciting—a spacious room, lined with French windows on the east side, with a grand piano sitting in the middle of the room.
After a few more visits Roderich came to the conclusion that no one else knew about the house and took it as his own. It was a quaint place where he could escape pressure, expectations, and studies, a place that belonged to him.
Or so he thought.
As soon as Roderich entered the house he heard the unmistakable melody of 'Clair de Lune' floating in the air and was immediately captivated by the soft, sweet, and gentle tune as he wondered who was playing. Careful not to make too much noise, Roderich gently eased open the door to the piano room and stood, partially hidden within the shadows, his violet eyes widening with surprise before drinking in the rare elegance of the figure before him.
Gilbert was sitting in front of the piano, his head bent and his fingers caressing the key, creating the wonderful melody Roderich was hearing. The moonlight shone in from the French windows, illuminating Gilbert's silver hair and showering him with a cool calmness Roderich thought the albino could never possess.
When the notes ended with a soft plunk Roderich couldn't help but let out a sigh of regret, causing Gilbert's head to snap up from the keys in bewilderment and embarrassment, as he had been caught doing something he considered "prissy."
"That was impressive," Roderich said as curtly as he could, reminding himself he was still angry over the kiss during the morning.
"Oh. Roddy." Roderich raised an eyebrow at the obvious relief but uncomfortable expression Gilbert showed.
"Do you like Debussy?" He asked aimlessly, trying to drag Gilbert's attention away from the failed kiss.
"What?" Gilbert asked blankly.
Roderich tried again. Maybe Gilbert hadn't heard him. "Debussy, do you like Debussy?"
"Oh, the crater on Mercury?" Gilbert grinned, "I didn't know you were interested in stuff like that."
"No, not the crater!"
"I get it!" The albino shouted as he clapped his hands harder than necessary. "The asteroid, right?"
"No, not the asteroid! And it's not Debussy heights either!" Roderich snapped before Gilbert could open his mouth. "You were just playing Claude Debussy's work, 'Clair de lune', from the Suite bergamasque!" The brunette hissed angrily in the shadows.
"Oh," Gilbert said as he scratched his head. "I dunno who this Debussy guy is, but I heard it from Twilight. Feli's such a sucker for hopeless romance."
"Feli, as in Feliciano?" Roderich asked, his attention divided at the mention of Francis' adorable yet sometimes annoying cousin with brown hair and brown button eyes, but he was more surprised by the fact that Gilbert seemed to know how to play by ear.
"Yeah…I guess it's not a surprise that you know Feli since you grew up with Francis." Gilbert shrugged.
"How did you know that?" Roderich asked suspiciously.
"Know what?"
"That I know Feliciano."
"Francis told me."
Roderich sensed a truth underlying in the statement, but he didn't push further. He decided to change the subject. "How did you meet Francis?"
"I met him in middle school when I was in the infirmary and he was hitting on the nurse—a dude though."
Roderich cringed. "That sounds like Francis. He tends to be a player when it comes to men, but a gentleman when it comes to ladies."
"Can you just come out of the shadows?" Gilbert spoke suddenly.
"I suppose I could," Roderich said with a sigh as he moved out of the shadows and into the moonlight, sitting in a chair adjacent to the piano. Gilbert gazed at him, something stirring within his red eyes.
"So, uh, do you know Lizzie?"
Roderich frowned at the question. "Lizzie. Who is she?"
Gilbert gave a guffaw before calming down. "Elizaveta Héderváry, the she-male, the archery club captian."
The frown deepened on Roderich's face. "Ah, I do know Elizaveta, but why the 'she-male' statement?" He asked as he wrinkled his nose, something he did when he was speaking unfamiliar words.
"Well, Lizzie and I are summer fling things."
Roderich raised an eyebrow and Gilbert licked his lips while looking around as if he was trying to compose an explanation that the brunette would understand.
"What I meant was— Lizzie and I meet each other every summer because her mom always brings her to my aunt's inn to chill out and I go there because I'm forced to do labor, but that's not the point— Was Lizzie always this lady-like when you met her?"
"Yes, I believe she was," Roderich replied as he tilted his head in thought.
Gilbert let out a snicker. "She thought she was a boy until she hit puberty, hence the she-male statement. If you look at her photos of when she was a kid, you'd think she's a boy."
"I find that hard to believe." Roderich said skeptically.
"Wait a sec, I think I have a photo." Gilbert said as he flipped through his phone. "Here, look at it."
Roderich blinked before recoiling in horror as the phone was thrown towards him, making Gilbert's boisterous laugh ring in the room. The brunette sat straight and cleared his throat before looking at the phone.
There were two kids in the forest, a small pale boy with red eyes wearing a black T-shirt and bright red shorts, a scowl evident on his face as he crossed his arm. The other one was Elizaveta. She was a head taller than Gilbert and was wearing a white T-shirt and green shorts, holding a grasshopper in her dirt crusted hands. Roderich could have easily mistaken her for any boy.
"See?" Gilbert chuckled as Roderich set the phone down. "I told you Lizzie's a she-male."
"Well…I suppose a lot of girls do admire her a lot." Roderich said as he walked over to Gilbert and handed the phone back to him, as if it would explain everything.
"Back to what I was talking about, are you friendly with Lizzie?"
"We are pretty good friends. Her mother is always inviting me to dinner."
"Dinner? Then aren't you pretty much her future-husband?"
Roderich stared at him.
"No, I wouldn't think that way."
"So you mean you don't like Lizzie enough to marry her?" Gilbert said; the hope in his voice not unnoticed by Roderich.
"Beilschdmit—"
"Gilbert. I prefer Gilbert, or Gil." The albino interjected.
"Okay then…Gilbert," Roderich said as he rolled the name on his tongue. It sounded awkward, almost foreign, but he liked it, and he didn't miss the way Gilbert trembled slightly when he said it. He sat down beside Gilbert and turned towards him. "I do believe we have an issue at hand."
"What is it?" Gilbert chuckled nervously, his eyes darting all around the room. Roderich clicked his tongue. For some reason, he wanted Gilbert's eyes on him and him only.
"It's about this morning—"
"Oh, no, it was nothing, it was a joke—"
Roderich narrowed his eyes. "It was a joke?" He echoed.
"Yeah, it was." Gilbert said as he gripped his knees tighter with his hands.
"Oh, I see. It was a joke." Roderich mocked as he leaned towards Gilbert, his violet eyes glinting in the moonlight. "I'm not stupid, Gilbert."
"You said you aren't gay." Gilbert said suddenly, and Roderich frowned, leaning away from him.
"I never said I was straight either."
"You're bi?" Gilbert gasped incredulously.
Roderich tapped his fingers on the piano bench impatiently. "Look here, Gilbert, I never said anything, so why are you interpreting everything by yourself? You kissed me, and I felt good, Gilbert, I felt good, but you just left me hanging. How do you explain that? You were afraid, and I don't know why, but why don't you just…" The violet eyes looked around the room as Roderich began to think of the right word, snapping his fingers when it came to his mind, "man up, Gilbert, don't make me fret because I don't know what's going on in your little bird brain."
Roderich rolled his eyes when Gilbert started at him with his mouth hanging open. He was pretty sure everything was easy to understand, but for the sake of clarity he moved a hand to Gilbert's neck and pulled him closer, parting his lips slightly so Gilbert would know what he wanted.
Gilbert surprised Roderich by grabbing him in a crushing embrace, his red eyes blazing with passion as his tongue ventured inside and tangled with Roderich's, making him jolt in surprise at the rough rawness of the kiss. Gilbert placed one hand possessively on Roderich's waist while he let another roam around his back and brush against his thighs teasingly.
This was nothing like the fearful kiss in the morning that left nothing but a bitter aftertaste in Roderich's mouth. This was pure passion and raw roughness that left him craving for more. Now this was what he wanted, and what he knew Gilbert wanted.
Roderich felt a warm, tingling sensation spread from his stomach to his limbs and fingers and toes when Gilbert let a rough hand sneak into his shirt.
The brunette bit back a moan of disappointment as Gilbert moved his mouth away from his, but soon sighed in delight when he felt Gilbert kiss the nape of his neck and scatter more hot kisses on his collarbone. His eyes fluttered open when he felt Gilbert rest his chin on his shoulders, his breath hot and rough.
"Which one of us do you think is a better kisser?" Gilbert asked with a low chuckle. Roderich raised a hand and patted Gilbert's back in a gesture of comfort.
"Of course it would be me."
"I'm the awesome kisser here," Gilbert retorted with a playful laugh.
"I'm sure you'll be in no time," Roderich said with a smile.
Gilbert kissed Roderich again, this time it was a slower, sweeter kiss. "Meet me tomorrow here?"
Roderich nodded. "I'll be here."
Gilbert got off the bench and pocketed his phone. "I have to go, 'cause unlike you, I live outside the school."
"The gates are already closed," Roderich reminded him, and Gilbert just smirked.
"I can get out anyways, or do you want me to stay here?"
Roderich blushed. "I'll see you tomorrow at school then."
"Okay."
Gilbert pressed a chaste kiss on Roderich's forehead before leaving him to ponder what had happened in the day. It was absurd, but deliriously wonderful.
Just as Gilbert stepped out of the house his phone vibrated. There was a text message from Antonio. The albino read the message before cussing.
"Damn you Toni, I really hate your guts now."
Thank you all who read up to this point; you have all endured my poor writing skills ;)
Reviews are appreciated.