Gilbert Beilschmidt rushed through the Austrian house that night, digging through kitchen boxes stuffed in closets until he found what he was looking for. Only being 17 the young country was unexperienced in many things such as love and pain. He'd hardly seen the battlegrounds he was so safe with a successful leader. But what he lacked in much knowledge of a battlefield was no problem compared nutrients from food. He was born upon a dead area, hardly able to grow crops. If it weren't for the potato his aging progress would be slow and painful.
Pulling out a carrot from the box he invaded, Gilbert chomped down the hard vegetable quickly and aggressively hungry from growing pains. Suddenly hearing a tick he stopped chewing so loudly, knowing he'd be in complete shit if he got caught again for being up at such late hours eating rations. For a few seconds he kept quiet, crawling away from where he sat eating, carrot in mouth. 'fick! Why is it so dark?!' He thought to himself, squinting to try and see his way through the unfamiliar kitchen of Austria. Alas to much of no one's surprise he crawled and hit his head on someone's legs, making the carrot fall to the ground.
Gilbert swallowed hard and slowly looked up smiling with his all but perfectly unperfect smile. "Shi- Oh! H-Hallo Rod... V'at are you doing up so late? I thought I left you sleeping soundly... Hehh..." So busted and proven unawesome. Roderich of course was the unawesome one for being stiff about the diet things.

Cold orbs of dark purple glared down at the stammering Prussian, unaffected by his usual "awesome" smile. The young Austrian stood menacingly above where the would-be thief stood on his hands and knees, towering over him despite only being fourteen. Though technically his junior, Roderich was obviously the more mature of the two, having to keep and eye on his more childish housemate despite being a whole three years younger. It was moments like these that made him wonder how the snowy-haired creep was older than him at all- let alone taller. "Mind explaining why you are crawling around the kitchen so late at night, Gilbert?" he asked, raising a single brow in question. As "awesome" as the Prussian thought he was, he was certainly not one for being stealthy. "You woke me up with all your banging. I had thought to find a burglar, not a thieving albino" he continued, staring at him accusingly. Some would call him a prude, but he really hated losing precious sleep over one of Gilbert's numerous stupid ideas.

Gilbert's smile only grew as he hid the carrot under a hand and stood up, slipping it into his back pocket. "Well uh... You see Rod, I vas sleeping like you und I guess suddenly... I uh... Started to sleep valk. You just voke me up... Und v'at a scary face to vake up to indeed..." Crimson eyes glistened in the darkness, innocent lies being piled out with the 'pretend' pout of exhaustion. "I'm not a thief either... You always say z'at." Making a false face of hurt, Gilbert reached forward and hugged Roderich tightly. "Oh fine... Only because I'm awesome, ja. I did steal a carrot... But I'm just so sick of potato und nothing. I'm so hungry all z'e time I can't help it! Just let me invade your regions bitte? I won't bite you!" Sounding much like a spoiled child, Gilbert couldn't help it for his mind hadn't yet reached his age line. It was silly though to listen to him when he had tantrums.

Roderich's face clearly expressed his blatant disbelief, his dark violet eyes following Gilbert's darkened form with suspicion as he got to his feet. "Oh really...?" he asked, knowing for a fact the the snowy-haired Prussian was a truly heavy sleeper, unable to be woken by even the loudest of noises when he passed out. After years of having to wake him up, the brunette found it hard to believe that he would suddenly have a sleeping condition that he'd never heard about. Ignoring the older boy's whining, Roderich reached forward and snatched the carrot from Gilbert's hand before it could fully be stashed in his pocket, confiscating it. "I believe that makes three times this week..." he remarked absently, grimacing as a pair of pale arms suddenly wrapped around him. Uncomfortable, he pushed stubbornly against the albino's chest, trying in vain to pry Gilbert off before he squeezed all the air out of the young Austrian's chest and suffocated him. "For the last time- I am not letting you invade my 'vital regions'! Maybe if you actually focused on your work instead of playing hooky all day you'd have more food!" he scolded, scowling. Why was he the one who always had to keep and eye on Gilbert?

Gilbert pouted when he was pushed away and stared to where the carrot was confiscated. "You could have at least let me finish it... Und I don't slack. I'm alvays at z'e battle field vhen it is time to go against disgusting foes like you! Kesese! Maybe if you let me take your vitals it vould tire me out so much z'at I vouldn't even bother stealing food." Cockily placing his hands behind his head Gilbert sniffled. "So... Does z'is mean allnighter? Or does it mean bed right now?"

"Not a chance" Roderich replied nonchalantly as he took a bite of the carrot himself, deciding he might as well as it was no longer able to be saved. He merely shook his head at Gilbert's words, sighing as he remembered their most recent battle. It was just his luck; though he was more mature and sophisticated, the elder boy had a stronger physique, his raw physical strength making up for his lack of intelligence. Frowning, he glanced at the still rambling Prussian, his words going into one ear and straight out the other. "I can't believe an idiot like yourself could ever beat me..." he murmured, pressing a hand against his face.

Gilbert rolled his eyes and kicked Roderich's leg when the carrot was crunched down. "You are no fun at all... Just like a woman. Hungary has more balls zhan you do und he's pretty girly at times." Blinking with more of an actual tired pout, Gilbert rubbed one of his eyes and took Roderich's hand, following him back to the bedroom in hopes he wouldn't be questioned for the hand grab. Secretly inside Gilbert thought Roderich was a beautiful person, despite his unawesome stiffness, he was a nice piano thing player and fluent in more than one language. Gilbert wanted to be like that someday, but only knowing few words of each language it was a struggle. On top of that because of his status in religion he couldn't even be fully naked ever. Nor could he freely feel anything for anyone. But inside he kept it quiet about crushing on the Austrian.
Inside the bedroom, Gilbert took off his boots and sat on the comfy mattress. "Tomorrow I'm going hunting vith Hungary. Care to come? Oh let me think... You can't! Music is more boringly fun zhan a good meal!" Teasing, the Prussian lay back and closed his eyes, almost instantly falling asleep.

Roderich's eye twitched at the Prussian's insult, glaring at him from between his fingers. A small curse escaped his lips when the pale man's foot connected with his own, a small jolt of pain shooting through it. "Would you stop that!" he huffed, raising his head from his hand with an unhappy scowl. He looked as if he were about to say something more when Gilbert suddenly took hold of his hand, dragging him away from the dark kitchen. Surprised, he could only stare curiously at the pale man's hand on his own, pulling him towards their shared bedroom. Confused, he watched as Gilbert continued to rant about something, breaking the previous silence of the room. 'What was that all about?' he thought, rubbing his hand thoughtfully. "Ja... Have fun" he mumbled, not really paying attention. Shrugging the thoughts away, he took off his simple tunic and climbed under the covers beside the obnoxious albino. Gilbert may have had rules against nudity but the young Austrian couldn't care less, the stuffy warmth of the thick cloth always making his skin far too sweaty. Surprisingly more shameless than his companion, he fell asleep without trouble, hardly caring about yet another of the Prussian's hunting trips. Gilbert may laugh at him for it, but he refused to give up his music.

5am the next morning- Gilbert sat up in the bed and looked over at the peaceful sleeping Austrian without thinking he reached over and ran his hand gently though the brunette's hair, almost shuddering at the touch Gilbert gasped in realization and hopped out of the bed, roughly putting his boots on and running away outside to go hunting.

4pm in the afternoon- The door to Roderich's piano study room was slammed open, tears falling down Gilbert's face. A rare sight indeed as the Prussian was always uptight over emotions like that. Before Roderich could move or say anything, the young albino threw himself onto the Austrian's lap and sobbed loud and hard, uncaring that there were other people in the room who usually came for tea and to listen to the music. "Bitte... I need you... To talk... Bitte..."

Roderich sat inside, his fingers dancing gracefully over the ivory keys of his beloved instrument. He gently tapped out the notes, a serene look on his face, his melody sweet but fragile. Eyes closed, all his mind lay focused in the steady flow of the music, his heart exposed fully and truly only in that one moment. It wasn't until the doors to his study burst open that the peaceful melody was broken, causing the young Austrian to jump to his feet, whirling around with a terrified expression. "O-oh, it's just you... Prussia..." he whispered unevenly, lowering the arms he had raised protectively in front of his chest. Still a little shocked by the sudden outburst, it took him a moment to realize that said boy was clinging to him like a child. Raising a hand to his face he coughed to clear his throat and hide the small flush of embarrassment that spread across his cheeks, trying his utmost to ignore the fact that there were other people staring them both down. "Um, perhaps in a more... Private setting?" he asked, trying to pry the pale boy off of him enough to pull him out of the room, away from the prying eyes of total strangers. Something told him what he was about to hear wasn't meant for other's ears... Finally managing to shove Gilbert into one of the inner rooms of his house, he allowed the man to cry against him openly, wrapping his arms hesitantly around the elder boy. "What happened..?"

Tears kept flowing down the Prussian's face, his hands gripping the back of Roderich's jacket as he began shaking. It didn't take long however for him to calm down when Roderich brought him to a quiet area. "I-It's Hungary..." He whispered, "he... He's not who zhey say he is... You see... I vas only trying to help... He vas bleeding... Und boobies... Und... Female..." Awkwardly, Gilbert moved out of Roderich's arms and looked up at him, crimson eyes glimmered with tears begging for forgiveness, it was in that second though, Gilbert for the first time actually looked at Roderich from such a close angle, his face moving closer and closer until their lips touched for a brief second. "Wow..." He breathed out, eyes half lidded before widening. "Fick!" Blushing harshly the Prussian confusedly jumped away and ran out of the room, Teutonic cross falling on the floor from his pocket.
Gilbert kept running until he was in the back yard garden maze. Panting hard from the run he fell to his knees and began praying for help and forgiveness from what would be his god, not knowing or caring if anyone saw him.

Roderich's face twisted into a look of intense worry, his arms tightening protectively around Gilbert's shaking form as he completely fell apart. What could have possibly happened while he was gone? "It's alright..." he murmured over and over quietly, awkwardly raising a single hand to hesitantly pet the Prussian's snowy hair, hoping it would help calm him down. The young Austrian could only stand there as Gilbert finally fell silent, clutching his jacket as if to keep himself from drowning, his pale face buried in the cloth of Roderich's shirt. He listened with furrowed brows, trying to understand the Prussian's quiet words, attempting to piece together what had happened. "So... You tried to help Hungary with an injury but instead... Saw a naked woman?" he asked uncertainly, not quite understanding what the shorter man was trying to say. Confused, he tried to figure out how an injured Hungary had anything to do with a bare-chested woman. Was he saying they saw a woman or that Hungary had breasts..? "You make no sense" he whispered, smiling slightly as he ran his hand through Gilbert's soft hair. It was kind of cute, actually. He knew the Prussian had sworn something to his god, his religion forbidding sexual relationships, but the sight of just how much it affected him made it hard for him to contain his amusement at the poor boy's teary face. He didn't notice just how close their faces were until a pair of scarlet eyes were nearly level with his own dark violet pools, their lips brushing lightly against each other. Roderich's eyes widened suddenly, falling back until his body collided with the sturdy wall behind him, a hand pressed over his mouth in shock. 'What was that!? he thought, watching helplessly as Gilbert ran away.

It took him a few minutes to get over the shock, his mind blank as he looked absently around the room. A gleam of metal caught his eye, drawing his gaze to the cross laying forgotten on the floor. 'That belong's to Prussia...' he thought, recalling that it was the symbol of the Knights. Making his way towards it he knelt and carefully picked it up off the floor, examining it a moment before slipping it into his jacket. He'd need to give it back to him later... Only, that would require knowing where he went in the first place... Following the hasty steps of his Prussian companion, Roderich hurried after him, worried about what trouble he might get in to in such a state. Arriving outside, he could only guess which way Gilbert might have gone, choosing a random direction and heading in it as he called out a worried "Prussia!" as he walked.

Gilbert begged and begged for forgiveness, his heart shattering in different ways. First off, his best friend was a female and he gazed upon her body foolishly like a pervert. Second off, he kissed Roderich. A male. Vows were broken and guilt flowed through Gilbert's body. It was then, he heard the voice calling out for him, looking back he saw Roderich calling his name. He couldn't hide it anymore. Stepping out of the maze, Gilbert rubbed his tear-stained cheek and took a deep breath in. "Austria... V'at happened zhere... I don't know v'at came over me... Y-you... I-it's... A long day ja? Und I... Gazed upon her body... Hungary is a female. She got into a fight und I noticed she vas bleeding. So I vent to aid hi-her wounds... Und her shirt fell... I don't care z'at she vas a female... She lied to us. Unless you knew? Did you know?" Looking up at Roderich curiously Gilbert's eyes vastly switched directions, the blood pools holding something back. Why couldn't he look at the Austrian without feeling funny inside? What were these feelings? "I think I'm sick... I need help..." Placing his hand over his forehead, the young Prussian walked up to Austria and leaned in, hiding his face in his shoulder. "Roddie... I-I think... I'm living a lie... Every time I look at you, I feel funny here..." The young country moved his free hand and took Roderich's placing it over his heart. "Y-You're smarter zhan me... Tell me it'll go avay... Bitte..."

Roderich called Prussia's name over and over again, growing more and more worried as he couldn't find the snowy-haired albino in his usual hiding spots in the maze. Had he wondered away from the house and into the forest? "Prussia!" he shouted once more, brows furrowed as he turned his head every which way. Usually he would just wait in the house, playing a soothing melody on his beloved piano until the hot-headed Prussian was done throwing whatever tantrum he was stuck on for that day, but something about that kiss stuck in the back of his mind, refusing to leave until he found Gilbert and brought him home. Turning a corner, he was just about to call out again when he finally spotted an oddly white patch of hair, finding the poor shaking boy in the clearing at the center of the maze. "Prussia...?" he asked, approaching him carefully as not to spook him. Laying a hand on the shorter boy's shoulder, Roderich did his best to comfort him as he started ranting about what he could only guess was what happened. Standing there with a look of pity on his face, he could only listen silently as Gilbert let out everything that seemed to have been troubling him. 'So that's what it was...' he thought, smiling sadly at the boy's question. Sighing, he shook his head, "No, I had no idea... I always thought Hungary was weird, but I never thought he'd turn out to be, well, a she." To be honest, he still found it hard to believe. He'd have to ask Hungary himself about it later... Roderich's eyes turned back to Gilbert at the mention of being sick, looking at him with a bit of surprise. No matter what stupid stunt he pulled, Gilbert never got sick. Not once. He was about to ask him if he had a fever but stopped after hearing the more detailed explanation of his "illness", his eyes widening with realization. "Y-yeah..." he murmured awkwardly, a somewhat uncomfortable look on his face; the Austrian hated lying. "It's... Just a kind fever. It makes you feel weird- like in your chest, sometimes below your waist. It goes away after a while... Uh, we should get you in bed though... You don't want to make it worse, after all..." he explained, trying to smile as he lied so blatantly to his housemate.

Gilbert sniffled and rubbed his nose as he pulled away from Austria nodding. "Maybe it vas from being up so late?" The poor Prussian turned away and hunched a bit as he walked actually feeling sick now, traveling the maze's paths which he knew off by heart. Once out he looked towards the house, barely speaking in a whisper, "Rod... About z'at kiss... I don't know why I did it. But I'll be truthful. It felt right for some reason..." Half a chuckle sounded and Gilbert's expression changed to that of a unusual shyness.
Once inside the house, Gilbert took his boots off at the front door and casually walked upstairs. He had an uneasy feeling though, like maybe Roderich wasn't being fully honest. Then again, he was superior despite being younger. Gilbert could trust him. Turning to the left, Gilbert opened the shared bedroom door and walked in. Surprisingly though, he took his clothes off, being fully naked like a newborn baby. This was rare. The albino's skin was smooth and soft looking. Not a single scratch or mark over it. Gilbert was almost perfect actually. Not thinking about the nudity, Gilbert crawled under the blankets of the bed and curled up. "H-Hey Rod? Vould it be okay... If later I could have some food? I didn't get lucky with z'e hunt." Yawning, with the question, Gilbert closed his eyes looking like a cute angel. However he was anything but on a normal day.

Looking away, he hid the guilt shining in his dark violet eyes by glancing towards where he guessed the house was, refusing to look directly at the sniffling Prussian. He knew what Gilbert's supposed "illness" actually was, that the only reason he felt so sick was because he had cried himself to exhaustion, no doubt still hungry from his usual growing pains... It felt like an act of betrayal, lying so easily to someone who trusted him so honestly. Sighing heavily, the young Austrian could only try and support the elder boy as they returned to the soothing warmth of the house, making sure he didn't try to wonder off again. It wasn't a comfortable walk. Neither of them looked at the other, Roderich far too uncomfortable and Gilbert far too shy to risk eye contact. He couldn't find the right words to say, still uncertain about how he felt. It wasn't every day you were thrown into a situation like that. "Maybe you're just confused..." he replied slowly, trying to pass off his words as casual. "I'm sure you just felt like kissing someone after seeing a woman's naked chest like that. It hear it's common for boy's our age..." Roderich continued, a faint blush covering his cheeks at his own words. What in the world was he saying!? 'Please God, don't make me have to explain... That to him...' he thought despairingly, praying that the Prussian was ignorant enough to not know anything about sex or erections. It was bad enough as it was, let alone without having to give someone four years older than him the talk about "the birds and the bees".

Roderich nearly collapsed against the wall in relief, having made sure the "sick" Prussian had taken off his boots properly and headed for bed like he'd told him to. He'd somehow managed to escape further explanations, though he knew he'd have to be a lot more careful around Gilbert when he "recovered". 'God help me...' he thought, letting out a groan as he pressed his palms against his face in shame. Glancing towards the stairs, he turned and headed towards the kitchen, planning on preparing the ailing Prussian something to make him feel better, sick or not.

It was a little later when the head of a certain young Austrian popped into the room, peering inside before walking in. A tray in his hands, the smell of hot food floated into the room with him, a bowl of carrot, potato, and cabbage stew steaming on the gleaming metal. "Prussia..?" he called carefully, unsure if he was awake or not. Seeing the ablino's pale form curled up in a mess of blankets he set the food on a table to the side, approaching the bed with a small frown on his face. "Prussia, wake up. I brought you something to eat" Leaning over, he grabbed the pale boy's shoulder, shaking him roughly, completely unaware of his nudity.

Gilbert lay still in the bed for hours, on and off in a dream land. Most of the dreams were good but there was an odd twist to each. Especially the last one, where it was just Roderich and he, sitting together at a pond laughing and talking. They were much older however. The dream was cut short though and Gilbert's nose was awoken by the scent of a heartwarming meal. The pressure being added to his shoulder was enough to make him open his crimson orbs. "Mm... V'at is z'at smell?" Forgetting about being naked, Gilbert sat up and rubbed his eyes, the blankets falling and just covering his waist. His pale chest being exposed for the first time in front of the Austrian. "Oh... Rod? You didn't have to go through z'e trouble of actually making me food..." Pale skin flushing red across his face, Gilbert took the food and smiled sweetly. "Ah! Stew! Just v'at I need to help me get better!" Being a little too hasty to eat, he burnt his top lip, quickly covering it his his hand, "autch! Hot!" Groaning he fell back against the bed and pouted. "As if I vasn't already starving now I have to vait for temperatures to change..." Starving... Even through there was more than enough food in his country for most of the people, Gilbert was the one suffering most for he gave everything for the people. One day he saw a woman in the town whom couldn't afford anything, if it weren't for Gilbert she'd have nothing to eat for he gave her a few things he stole from the Austrian kitchen. Gilbert may have been a complete clueless dick half the time in arrogance. But he had a sweet kind heart and knew what was right and wrong. And that showed over his small untaken care of body. His ribs almost protruded out of his skin. As if anorexic without being anorexic.
While waiting impatiently for the few moments the meal took to cool off, Gilbert looked up at Roderich from the bed, "danke... Z'is vas nice of you even zhough you're not as awesome as I... You're pretty cool." Taking a spoonful of the food again, GIlbert blew against it and took his first actual bite, eyes lighting up with joy. "Ahh! It's gute!"
Not many words were spoken as Gilbert ate the meal, not leaving a single morsel left on the dish when he finished. "I feel better Rod... I guess I really did need z'e sleep." Smirking, without thinking of his nudity, the Prussian pulled the Austrian down and hugged him tightly, face blushing over again. "You're so varm... Sure you're not sick?" Touching Roderich's forehead, Gilbert shrugged. "Oh vell... Maybe it's just from cooking. I hope you ate as vell."
Letting Roderich go to take his dish down for cleaning, Gilbert removed the sheets from over himself, and instant meltdown of realization hitting as the draft did. "FICK! Rod! Avert your eyes! I-I'm not prop-" Cutting off halfway Gilbert chuckled and shrugged. "V'at does it matter?" As if suddenly losing all his shame, the Prussian stood tall and proud. "Nine meters say hallo to z'e vorld! Kesesese!" A complete facepalm moment the Prussian carelessly ventured down the stairs, leaving the Austrian alone with a sight he'll probably never forget that was now wandering the home.

The young Austrian smiled faintly upon seeing the Prussian's peacefully sleeping face, glad that he seemed to have gotten over what had been troubling him earlier. "Are you finally awake?" he asked impatiently, giving him a final shake just to make sure. Satisfied, he turned around, releasing the now conscious Gilbert's shoulder in order to pick up the stew and hand it to him. "You looked like you needed it..." he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand, sitting on the edge of the bed. He let out a short chuckle as he watched Gilbert try and wolf it down, burning himself like a child would. He didn't even notice it until the pouting Prussia lay back down, his amused expression suddenly morphing into a look of total surprise. Confused, he could only stare as Gilbert's pale skin lay completely exposed before him, the usually clothed boy utterly naked for the first time in- well, since the Austrian had known him. He was taken aback, not expecting it to look so smooth, much more fragile than one would ever expect from the "awesome Prussia". Unable to help himself, his eyes glanced down towards the- thankfully- clothed portion of Gilbert's body, his eyes catching on the oddly distinct bones of the boy's ribcage. 'Has he not been eating...?' he wondered, fighting the urge to reach forward and touch the pale skin. Staring blatantly at the albino's unclothed body, he didn't even register the words being spoken to him nor the compliment of his food, his attention only returning when he suddenly found himself being pulled down towards the bed. Flushing pure crimson, he twisted and tried to pull himself away from the Prussian's much stronger hold. "N-no, not at all..!. It's just from the fire..." he stuttered, desperate to get away. Eyes wide, Roderich's entire face burned red as Gilbert stood, exposing much more of his body than he'd ever wanted to see. Shocked by the sudden boldness and revelation of certain bodily parts, Roderich almost missed the Prussian's speech about "showing the world". Letting out a sharp noise that was part surprise, part horror, he lunged forward without thinking, wrapping his arms around Gilbert's abdomen in an attempt to drag him away from the door, his hands gripping against the boy's bare skin. "Idiot! You can't walk around like that!" he exclaimed, pulling him in the opposite direction, too focused on the possible shame his housemate would bring him to care about where he touched.

Gilbert stopped when he was suddenly grabbed by Roderich, "ah! Let me go! Am I z'at irresistible?!" Frowning, he pushed Roderich away and crossed his arms, staring at the brunette curiously for a long minute. "Vell... I guess if you vant me z'at much." Moving over to the Austrian, Gilbert placed his lips to Roderich's gently, their soft moist texture imprinting better than the first time. Pushing Roderich back now against the wall of the bedroom, Gilbert reached down and touched Roderich's front zone slowly. "Vital regions claimed." Winking, Gilbert pulled himself away and shook his head sighing. "Vell... I guess I need clothing ja?" Uncaring about Roderich's reaction, Gilbert moved to the huge closet and quickly changed into a charming uniform. When he moved out into the open and placed his hands on his hips and chuckled. Of fucking course he knew about what sex was and how it affected the human body. It was the inner heart pains he thought to be more worrisome about, thus leading him to ask the question on in he was really sick. The payback for Roderich's lie however was priceless. Face made into a cute but surly blushing hot mess. "V'at's vith z'e look? Vant more? I have lots." Winking the teasing Prussian turned and shook his ass cutely. "Nein? Fine. I see how it is." Shrugging, he moved to the door of the bedroom, opening it. "Vant to go swimm-" CLINK .
The Prussian went silent as he fell to the ground, his crimson blood filling the air with small droplets. A tall man in an Austrian uniform stood over the young Prussian and he scoffed. "As here by today, the estate of Prussia is under Austrian invasion. No longer an alliance we will see you live under our order or sufferage will occur. Prepare yours army. With a salute to Roderich, the man turned stiffly and marched away, sheathing his blade as he did so.
Gasping for air, Gilbert gripped the stained carpet flooring. The wound was deep and lay across his once perfect chest. New clothing ripped with the new gash. It took a great deal of effort for him to sit up, holding onto it with pressure of his arm. "S-Son...Of...a.B-Bitch..." He spoke out in pain, gritting his teeth as he glared at Austria. "Z'is... V-Vhy?" Not understanding the fairness of this, Gilbert lost a great deal of trust towards Roderich. It was now that would decide on if Roderich was a true friend by person... Or simply just a heartless country the humans wanted him to be. "B-Bitte... I'm bleeding...T-Too much..." Clattering teeth sounded in the silent room as the albino began to go into shock from the wound.

"As if I would have interest in such vulgar things!" Roderich shot back, smacking the Prussian's groping hand away. Still shocked by Gilbert's sudden invasion of his personal space, he stood against the wall, shaking in anger. The young Austrian's entire face flushed red, his embarrassment making his body burn with insult and rage. It was moments like that that made Roderich refuse to show the devious Prussian any kindness, even when he was starving under the Austrian's personal care. 'I should have let him deal with his problems himself' he thought coldly, turning his head and torso away. Clutching his clothing, he adjusted it back to where it was supposed to be, too busy fixing the ruffled material to listen to whatever it was that Prussia was going on about. He was just about to say something scalding in response to Gilbert's invasive and far too arrogant show of attitude when his ears were suddenly filled with the sound of a small explosion of blood and agony, whirling around just in time to see said Prussian falling to the floor in a misty spray of blood. Eyes wide, he stood frozen as a small pool of blood slowly built up around the injured Gilbert. A cold look filled his eyes, his anger subsiding as it was replaced with something much more empty and unfeeling. He nodded to the officer, wincing when Gilbert turned his eyes towards him instead. "I thought I'd have more time..." he whispered, turning dark violet eyes upon the injured Prussian. "I told you... You really shouldn't slack off during work" he said quietly, giving the pale boy a small, sad smile, "If you hadn't, you would have seen the declaration of war." Sighing heavily, he stepped forward and walked towards the door, his eyes refusing to meet Gilbert's. He paused only once, looking over his shoulder at the weakening Prussian with an unreadable expression. "Goodbye, Prussia." With that, he turned and left the room, silently swearing that he was leaving that house forever.

Note: Hey, Sorry for the cliffhanger but I promise that everything will start to really get rolling soon! Be warned- there will be smut. Then again, there usually is. I know the layout is a bit weird, but this is another RP that I converted into a story, so please bear with me.

Posted: 5-9-2015