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So I've been writing a lot of 'flashback scenes' for all of the Pandora Hearts fan fictions I have been writing…therefore, I have decided to compile them XD Most are Oz/Gil, but there are others. XD Enjoy!~
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Fanfiction Title: Happy Birthday, Gil
"Young Master…Young Master! Please wake up!" Gilbert sighed as Oz simply rolled away from him in bed, eyes closed and not responding. "Young Master…you're late as it is."
"I'm the Lord here, aren't it?" finally came a grumbled reply. "How can I be late for my own affairs? They should wait for me. Go away." Oz snuggled back into his blanket, before yelping and shouting, "Hey!" as Gilbert snatched it away from him.
"Young Master, I must insist-" Gilbert started sternly before letting out a yelp of his own as Oz whacked him with a pillow.
"How dare you take my blanket? Just who do you think you are?" Oz demanded, looking angry.
Gilbert's eyes widened in surprise before he stammered. "I-I-I'm sorry, young master…I didn't…I was just…please forgive me!" the boy half-sobbed, eyes welling up with tears.
Oz blinked and then scratched the back of his head. "I was just kiddin', Gil, jeese, always gotta be such a spoilsport.." he sighed. "Anyway, I guess I'll go to my lessons now…but you've annoyed me. So go wait for me in the parlor, I'll get you when I'm ready."
Gilbert's shoulders slumped at the first bit, before he seemed nearly ready to collapse onto the floor in misery at the rest. He had no idea what he'd done so wrong. Gilbert had woken up in a contented mood…today was the day after all, the anniversary of their meeting, the day Oz had declared Gilbert's birthday the year before (the first anniversary of their meeting) and while he hadn't expected Oz to remember…still…he didn't expect Oz to be the most surly he'd been in possibly the entirety of his service to him thus far. Gilbert would almost have thought it on purpose, if he didn't know better. As if Oz would have remembered that, a mere servant's 'birthday'…last year had just been a fluke, a bit of boredom on Oz's part, right?
"Yes, Young Master…" Gilbert said quietly as he left the room, not seeing the broad grin on Oz's face as the other leapt from bed and darted off, but certainly not to his lessons…
"So, Gil, today is your birthday isn't it?"
Gilbert, who had been sitting rather glumly in a chair in the parlor, jumped at the sound of Lord Oscar's voice, jumping out of the chair to bow. "L-Lord Oscar. I-well-yes." It was, it had been decided right?
"Eleven years old, and Oz is already twelve this year…you two are growing up so fast, an old man like me can't keep up." he chuckled.
"You're not old!" Gilbert protested instantly, before flushing faintly. "That is, Lord Oscar, you're…very…not old.." he finished lamely, lowering his head before lifting it as he heard laughter.
Oscar was laughing, smiling at Gilbert in amusement. "Thank you, but on your birthday, you should be the one being complimented. Has Oz celebrated yet?"
Gilbert's relieved smile slipped as he lowered his gaze, slumping again. "He doesn't even remember…if anything, he was more of a bully than usual…" he gasped suddenly, realizing what he'd admitted. "I-I mean…"
"It's alright." Oscar laughed again. "My nephew is a little tyrant, but he's got a good heart, doesn't he." it wasn't really a question, but Gilbert found himself agreeing with it all the same. Even if Oz forgot his birthday…Oz wasn't really bad at all. "Well, anyway." Oscar said abruptly. "Let's go give that nephew of mine a bit of trouble for being so forgetful, eh?"
"W-What? Oh, no! It's alright, really, Lord Oscar…I am only a servant, of course he has no need to remember-"
"Nonsense!" Oscar set his hand on Gilbert's shoulder with a grin, leading the other out the door. "I've taught him better than that, we'll give him a piece of your mind, alright?"
"B-But Lord Oscar, please-" a panicked Gilbert stumbled after the other as he was led through the hallways to the smaller, family dining room. Why would Oz be in there?
The door was opened and Gilbert felt that he might faint at what he found there.
"Happy birthday, Gilbert!" Ada and Oz stood together, both grinning brightly and both covered…in flour?
Gilbert stared at them in stunned silence before he looked up at Oscar as if for understanding. Oscar smiled and gave the boy a gentle shove forward.
Oz came forward and grabbed Gilbert's wrist, pulling the boy forward to the table. Gilbert's eyes widened in surprise and he said nothing, still stunned as he was pulled up into a chair beside one that Ada was now already standing on, and Oz on one as well.
There on the table was what appeared to be a pile of mush with lopey writing of 'Happy birthday, Gil'. There were ridiculous amounts of sprinkles and little candy decorations and it was a globby, mess of a birthday cake. Still…the flour on Oz and Ada, did that mean…
"Cake for Gil!" Ada chimed happily, clapping her hands together with a giggle.
Beside her, Oz smiled. "That's right, Ada. A cake for Gil." he looked to Gilbert then. "Ada and I made it ourselves. It's chocolate." he said, beaming proudly.
Gilbert could only gape. Oz Vessalius, future Duke Vessalius, heir to one of the four great dukedoms, his young master, and his noble little sister besides, had baked a cake for him? A mere servant? Gilbert? Strange enough to have remembered his birthday, and to have bothered getting him a cake, but…to have made it themselves? Nobles didn't cook, after all, not unless they were eccentric. To have cooked a cake for Gilbert especially…pile of mush or not, it touched Gilbert.
Tears welled up in his eyes. "Y-Young Master…you should not have gone to so much trouble over me…really…"
Oz lifted a brow before whacking Gilbert's head suddenly, causing the servant to clutch his head with a wince. "Ha! I bet you thought I forgot, didn't you? Well I didn't," he said, ignoring Gilbert's statement of trouble apparently, "I'll make sure and surprise you every year, 'kay, so be ready." he grinned.
Gilbert's eyes widened further, if possible, before more tears started to fall. "Y-You're…why..? I'm only a servant…I don't…you don't have to-"
"I want to, Gil." Oz smiled warmly. "I want to celebrate Gil's birthday. I'm glad Gil was born. And glad Gil is here with me. So of course I have to celebrate. Ada's happy too, and Uncle Oscar, right?"
"Yeah!" Ada chirped happily, beaming adorably at Gilbert who found himself smiling.
"Right." Oscar agreed, smiling as well.
Oz suddenly pulled the smaller boy into a tight hug, and Gilbert stiffened in surprise. When Gilbert did nothing, Oz tightened his grip a bit and pulled to get the message across that Gilbert ought to hug back when he found himself pulling Gilbert off of the edge of his chair, sending the boys sprawling on the ground.
"Young Master! Are you alright?" Gilbert said anxiously, looking over his master before making a choked sound as Oz sat up and jerked him into another hug.
Oz was mildly annoyed. He hugged his uncle and his sister, that was it, and here he was hugging Gilbert and the little sissy was just sitting around being worrisome. "I'd be better if my one servant didn't hate me so much that he won't even hug me back…" Oz drawled, letting a little irritation creep into his voice although he smiled, amused by Gilbert's sudden flush.
"Y-Young Master…it's really not-" the hug tightened and Gilbert realized something as he saw the faint frown in his master's lips, the faint touch of worry in his eyes. Maybe the hug, wasn't all for Gilbert…
Understanding dawned and his small arms slipped around the waist of his young master. He heard Oz sigh in relief and pull him tighter, resting his head against Gilbert's lightly.
Gilbert's flush remained, and he couldn't stop the happy smile that blossomed on his face. It was unseemly, for a mere servant to be embracing his master like this…but it felt wonderful to be hugged, to be held in someone's warm embrace, to be held by…Oz. He hadn't forgotten Gilbert…not at all…
"Happy birthday, Gil." Oz said softly, and Gilbert tightened his hold on his master, leaning his head against the other's shoulder and enjoying what he considered his very best birthday present ever…