I first met him as a friend of my brother's.

"*Aberle," my brother called me in from the other room, "come here, there's someone you should meet."

I walked into the room, expecting to see another of my brother's friends; the stuffy type who only socialize to gain a higher political status.

The person I saw standing in our living room instantly shattered all my expectations.

"Aberle, this is Gilbert Beilschmidt."

I allowed my eyes to drift over the man in front of me. I observed him in all his pierced, albino glory, trying to evaluate his character without actually opening my mouth to say anything.

"Hallo," he said, a faint smirk gracing his features, "your brother has told me so much about you."

I could feel my face relaxing into its usual stoic mask, as I said, "Oh? I don't believe he's ever mentioned you. Who are you to him, exactly?" His smirk widened to a grin.

"I can't say I'm surprised. I grew up with him, but we've never been on the best of terms. I would say he tolerates me, more than anything else."

I had liked him from the moment he first opened his mouth and spoke. I thought back on that now, and tried to make myself more comfortable with the current situation.

Gil, as I had taken to calling him, had lost a bet to *Eliza; a stupid bet, really, the kind that most would simply scoff at and move on. I couldn't move on, however. You see, the stakes of the bet included a bit where, if Gil lost, he would have to kiss "Roderich's adorable kid brother." I knew that Eliza was half joking when she said this, but I also knew she wouldn't be satisfied until he did. She really doesn't know when to stop.

I've always been shy around Gil, so much so that he probably thinks that's just the way I am, but this was a completely different level. I couldn't even look at Gil as his face inched closer to mine, his hot breath splaying over my face.

My heart beat faster and I closed my eyes as his soft lips pressed against mine, already slightly parted. My burning face alone should have been enough to have me breathing heavily, but I held my breath.

I blushed harder as he pressed his lips to mine more firmly; I couldn't believe that he was taking this seriously. He was clearly looking for a reaction, so I gave him exactly what he wanted. Kissing him gently, I allowed my hand to drift up to his chest and gripped the fabric of his shit tightly in my fingers.

He smiled gently into the kiss, and I opened my eyes shyly to see that he was staring right back at me. I gasped, and he took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth.

Sliding his tongue over mine, the two of them practically dancing in my mouth, he moaned softly into the kiss, just loud enough for me to hear it. Once he was satisfied with that, he pulled away.

Thinking that would be the end of it, I turned towards my room, but instead, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"How far are you willing to go with me?"

I felt another blush creep over my face, and said, "As far as you want…" I looked away from him then, embarrassed.

He chuckled as he ruffled my hair and said, "Oh? We'll see about that, kiddo." Those were the last words he said to me before walking out of the room.

~To be continued~

*Aberle – Kugelmugel (XD There's no official name for him)

**Eliza – Hungary (Short for Elizabeta)