Title: Breakfast

Synopsis: In which Leo makes the biggest sacrifice of them all. Pure, unadulterated fluff. Maybe some Elliot/Leo if you squint.

Rating: K

A/N: This is probably the first happy thing I've written for this series in a long, long time. I'm not sure I even can write anything happy for this series anymore…

Disclaimer: I don't own Pandora Hearts, its characters or anything affiliated with it.

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All Elliot could do was stare at the eggs on his plate. Eggs benedict is not an attractive dish and Elliot was realizing that. The maid made her way around the table and, with a flourish, took the silver cover off Leo's meal. Elliot all but turned green as his eyes left his gelatinous mess and fell upon Leo's 'childish' meal.

Leo grinned; he couldn't help it.

As Elliot bravely picked up his fork, the maid brought a container of fresh, warm maple syrup over to Leo. Graciously, Leo thanked her and began to—slowly, oh so slowly—pour it on his waffles. He didn't mean to make it look seductive or anything, but as Elliot watched him pour the maple syrup on the fluffy breakfast starch he couldn't help but think of it as being erotic.

The waffles, he meant. Not Leo. The maple syrup falling so slowly, so… densely onto the waffle was beautiful and enchanting. It was all that was good in the world. Elliot looked back down at his meal and poked it with his fork. It wiggled.

And of course, Leo couldn't just let this go. He would milk the moment for all that it was worth. "So," he said when he was done pouring syrup onto his beautiful waffles. "What made you change your mind?"

Elliot glared. Both of them knew why Elliot changed his mind. Vincent was not a nice guy on the best of days, but making fun of someone's breakfast choice was low, even for him. "Time to move on," Elliot said, forking a grape from the side of his plate that held a small assortment of fruit and eating it. Leo gingerly cut a piece of waffle off, spearing it with his fork along with a strawberry.

He was about to bring it to his mouth when he saw Elliot take a bite of his eggs. He winced as he chewed and swallowed too quickly. Leo frowned, setting the fork down. "You know," he said, pushing the plate away from him. "I don't think I'm in the mood for waffles this morning. In fact, I'm rather jealous of your eggs."

Trying to hide his smile, Elliot twirled his fork in his hands. "I could give them to you, you know." Leo resisted rolling his eyes. "I mean, I was really looking forward to the eggs, but if you're unsatisfied with your breakfast, then it's my duty to trade with you." He glanced at Leo with pouting eyes, begging Leo to take the eggs. Those—though he would never admit it to Elliot—adorable eyes made Leo believe that he could almost stomach the mess on Elliot's plate.

"Would you, Elliot? I would really appreciate it." The words tasted almost as poisonous as Leo believed Elliot's eggs to be.

Elliot popped up and handed Leo his plate. With slightly more reluctance, Leo gave his up to Elliot. "Tha—" Elliot almost said, catching himself as the last second. He cleared his throat. "It's my pleasure to switch with you," Elliot said. "But next time be more responsible and tell the cook what you'd like to eat. Wouldn't want to be wasteful, you know. Might as well just be honest."

Leo sighed, forcing a bite of the eggs into his mouth. "Yes, Elliot." The eggs were just as bad as he had imagined them to be. He didn't know who had the brilliant idea to mix hollandaise sauce with eggs and ham, but Leo was sure that they were a sadist.

But when Leo glanced up at Elliot, who seemed to be enjoying every bite of the delicious meal Leo should have been having, he couldn't help but smile. Even though Elliot was proud, arrogant and haughty, Leo loved to spoil him.

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Fin