AN: So, this is my first story I upload here... It's uhm...pretty short, yep... But I hope you like it anyway.

(If there any grammar or spelling mistakes, I wouldn't mind if you'd tell me, since english isn't my first language ^^)

02:37 pm Gilbert noticed as he looked at the kitchen clock.

Maybe, he thought while he bit off another piece of chocolate, he should go back to bed. Because, honestly, Ivan's shirt, as big as it was, wasn't really enough to keep him warm. And he felt like his naked legs were going to freeze to the tabletop any time soon.

Though he wondered what he should do in bed because obviously he couldn't sleep – which was the reason why he sat in the middle of the night on Ivan's kitchen table , wearing nothing but a shirt, and ate chocolate.

But whatever, all this back and forth wouldn't get him anywhere. The thing was, he was freezing his balls off and he could eat his chocolate in bed as well, where it would be lot warmer – or so he hoped.

Just when he was about about to hop off of the table and go back upstairs, pondering, the sleepy voice at the door almost made him drop the chocolate.

"Gilbert...?"

The Prussian turned around. Leaning on the door frame was an extremely sleepy looking Ivan rubbing his eyes. The sight made Gilbert blush – not because the Russian looked cute or anything!, but...just because! - and he looked away. "Mann, don't sneak up on me like this!"

A moment there was silence in the kitchen, while Ivan looked at the albino, who for his part gazed intensely at the table.

"...Do you do this frequently?", Ivan asked then.

"What?"

"Eating chocolate in the middle of the night."

"...Nein", Gilbert answered hesitantly. "Just when I can't sleep."

Ivan looked at him surprised, than he waved at him, signalling him to come closer.

The other hesitated a moment before he left his place on the table and followed his request.

For a moment they just stood there, Ivan looking at the Prussian, Gilbert at a spot somewhere over Ivan's shoulder.

How exactly Gilbert got in the situation he was in next, he couldn't explain either. One moment, they were looking at each other – more or less – the next Ivan had an arm around his waist, pulling him closer, and leaning down towards his face. Gilbert really wanted to take a step back to get some space between them, though he couldn't because Ivan's arm kept him in place.

His first thought was the Russian wanted to kiss him. Though, this wasn't quite exactly what Ivan did. Instead he pulled him even closer and licked some melted chocolate from his lips.

Gilbert could feel his cheeks burning as Ivan leaned back to look at him. Embarassed, he looked away.

"...I always thought you don't like chocolate..."

"Da", Ivan smiled and softly turned his head back, so he had to look at him. "But I like you."

This time, he did kiss him.

( here's the german original i wrote, if someone's interested: .net/s/7096547/1/Chocolate)