Chapter 1: The First Visit
Heeeey there~
Here's my first PruAus, I do hope you like it.
The idea for this story's been in my mind for a while so here it is.
Warning for cursing, smutty pictures, and obvious angst.
Rated for future chapters.
Other Minor Pairings are GerIta, FrUk, Spamano, RusAme, DenNor
I don't own Hetalia of its characters
Quick Sum of Story: Gilbert has been in prison for almost 3 years for a crime he did not commit, the one who actually committed the crime yet to be found. This has been taking a tremendous toll on Roderich, his boyfriend of 5 years, though the 'stubborn priss' as Gilbert can so colorfully put it won't admit it. Gilbert's not stupid though, he knows all this is stressful and bothering to Roderich. Lately though, Gilbert can see how this is affecting him physically. This worries Gilbert. He knows he needs to see his boyfriend without a sheet of glass keeping them apart, but there's only one way to do that: he needs to escape prison.
The barred doors opened up with a mechanical beep to sound it off. Prisoner 117856383 or 'Gilbert Beilschmidt' was being escorted by two guards to the Visiting Hall. He saw a few of the other prisoners being escorted as well to the same hall by other guards. Crimson eyes scanned the many cells he passed that rested on two separate floors, thinking for the umpteenth time of how and why he got here. He seemed to think of his incarceration every time someone visited him.
Gilbert got out of his car and raced into the small convenient store due to the pouring rain outside. The cashier looked up once the bell rang to see the pale albino enter, take his dark red hood off, and shake himself from the rain. Gilbert looked up and grinned ever-so widely.
"Hey Hans!" Gilbert greeted the older cashier who was grinning at him as well.
"Hallo Gilbert! How's my favorite 'Prussian'?" Hans asked with a wrinkled grin.
Said 'Prussian' laughed victoriously.
"As awesome as ever Hans! Anyway, ran out of beer and that tea shit Roddy likes so much." Gilbert said, thinking of his ill boyfriend who specifically asked for chamomile tea.
Hans nodded and pointed to an aisle.
"Tea's in the 'home remedies' aisle and you know where the beer is." The German man pointed out.
Gilbert grinned and nodded.
"Awesome!" Gilbert said as his own way of thanks which the cashier understood from the years of knowing the albino.
Gilbert down the 'home remedies' aisle as directed by his friend to search for the tea his Austrian boyfriend told him specifically to get. Luckily with years of knowing the said Austrian, Gilbert practically memorized every tea the stuffy Austrian liked to drink so it wasn't hard to find the said tea boxes, a quiet triumphant sound slipping out of his mouth. Even though the tea itself was easy to find, he never had an idea of how much boxes to get because the tea box numbers changed regularly which always managed to confuse the German man.
"Damn Roderich and his always changing number of tea." Gilbert thought out of humor.
With that thought, Gilbert slipped his I-Phone out of his jacket pocket, scanning through the list of contacts until it landed on his favorite Austrian's name. He pressed the icon to send a message and started pressing the letters.
"Hey Roddy, at store, found yur tea how much boxes do ya need?" he sent the text and waited.
As he did, he decided to go ahead and grab his beer. The lights in the store flickered before turning off completely. He heard Hans curse in German behind the counter.
Gilbert's phone vibrated and he let the glow from the phone caress his face as he read Roderich's text.
"Just three for now." It read.
"Thx Roddy, the awesome me will get it all!" he texted with a smirk.
He backtracked to the 'home remedies' aisle and took three boxes of chamomile tea before he heard Hans shuffling with something behind the counter and his phone vibrating again. He took it out and read it.
"Ja ja, I know, just get it Gilbert." It read.
Gilbert smirked and texted back.
"Luv ya too Roddy. C ya in a few minutes." He texted back, before hearing the store doors open and the bell ring. He looked up to see a man about his height and weight, enter with his face covered by his hood. Hans looked up from behind the counter and stand.
"Hallo, how can I help you?" Hans greeted as usual before the sound of a gun clicking echoed through the store.
"The money." The man simply said. Hans raised his hands in surrender and Gilbert ducked.
"Shit!" Gilbert yelled in his mind.
Gilbert knew he had to help Hans from this maniac. Gilbert remembered his phone though. He quickly and quietly took it out of his pocket and pressed the speed dial for the police. He put his phone away and peeked over the aisle a bit to see if the man was still distracted at Hans so he could sneak up and hopefully disarm the man and wait for the police.
"Sir, I beg you, I don't have much in this register. Take whatever you want from the store; just put the gun away so no one can get hurt." Hans tried to convince the man.
Gilbert snuck around a couple of the aisles to find the one that was behind the man so it could be easier to grab him. It was dark in the store so that would make it easier.
"I want nothing else, I want the money. Now give it to me or I will shoot you." The man warned in a grave voice.
Hans slowly came towards the register and pushed in the code to open it. He then spotted Gilbert creeping up towards the man. Gilbert saw him and urged him to be quiet. Hans was happy to oblige. He however had to distract the man long enough for Gilbert to grab the man.
"I am sorry but the code must have been changed." Hans lied to the man.
"A shame. Well I didn't want witnesses anyway." The man said before pointing the gun at Hans.
Gilbert then pounced the man from behind. The man shot the gun but his direction was changed and the bullet shot another way. Gilbert found himself wrestling the man for his gun. The man grunted and struggled from Gilbert's grip before finally prying him off and punching him in the jaw, throwing Gilbert backwards into a shelf along with a swift but hard kick to Gilbert's head.
Gilbert's back lay against the shelf, dazed and dizzy. The man said something that Gilbert couldn't comprehend at the moment. He did comprehend the sound of a shot ringing through the store and a thud. The man pointed the gun at Gilbert's head about to shoot but was stopped at the sound of a car door closing. The man seemed to panic, not knowing what to do for a moment. He then suddenly put the gun in Gilbert's hands and wrapping his fingers around it.
He then ran out the back door of the store, leaving a dazed but conscience Gilbert against the shelf.
Gilbert meanwhile, groaned awake from him blacking out from the kick to the head, rubbing the spot he head been kicked, and looking around.
"H-Hans?" Gilbert called lowly, a strike of lightning lighting the store for a moment. Gilbert stood up, so far unaware of the weight in his hand.
"Hans?" he called lowly again before cautiously stepping up to the counter.
Another lightning strike and the lights flickering back on. That's when Gilbert spotted the crimson stain on the counter and the pool of blood quickly spreading on the floor behind the counter. Gilbert's eyes widened at the sight and stepped back, speechless. He then felt a new weight in his hand and looked down to see the gun that shot Hans. What was it doing in his hands? He didn't have time to think before the doors swung open and more guns cocked at Gilbert. Wide crimson eyes looked over towards the doors to see the police he called, yelling 'Freeze' and 'Get down' in German.
Armed robbery and first-degree murder was what they charged the albino with and no matter the amount of begging and yelling for Gilbert to properly explain, there was no evidence found that another person entered the store after Gilbert due to nothing pointing to that fact, or the fact that the security cameras went off with the electricity and the fact that the gun had only Gilbert's finger prints on it.
They gave him a 10 year sentence, 5 for good behavior but Gilbert knowing himself, would not be a model prisoner because of the fights he was sure to get into.
He of coarse was right about that, because of his reputation with the other prisoners that wanted to 'bribe' him or just plain kick his ass, which wasn't a good one.
Gilbert yelped loudly when one of the guards escorting him accidently tripped and his elbow hit his side which was bruised from his most recent fight.
"Watch it!" Gilbert snapped.
The said guard gave him an apologetic look before standing straight and resuming the escort.
He passed more cells, one of which he did his best to ignore the cruel smirk and stare directed at him.
"Just ignore that son of a bitch Gilbert and you should be fine." He thought furiously, passing the cells finally.
With a relieved sigh, he looked ahead to see his booth which was directed at a wall with a number of plexiglass windows with phones next to each booth so as to talk with the other on the other side. One of Gilbert's cuffs was taken off and strapped to the steel pipe that connected to the wall of his own booth. Once he sat down, he immediately spotted the very people he wanted to see for a while: his younger brother Ludwig with his bubbly Italian boyfriend Feliciano, and his best friends Francis and Antonio with their own partners Arthur and Lovino. He looked around for Roderich though but didn't spot him. He felt his heart sink a bit but managed to perk up and grin as his friends and Feliciano running over to his booth with Ludwig and Arthur only coming over with less excitement while Lovino just walked over, grumbling about how he didn't want to be in the prison.
Ludwig sat down on the chair in front of the booth, taking the phone as well as Gilbert.
Ludwig was going to speak when Francis and Antonio spoke first.
"Hey Gilbert, long time no see!" they both greeted excitedly.
Gilbert laughed loudly.
"Aww did you ladies miss me that much?" he joked with a smirk, Lovino grumbling.
"No fucking way in this damned world would I even think about you, you loud-mouthed bastard." Lovino said loud enough for Gilbert to hear.
Antonio chuckled at the aggravated Italian and slung an arm around his shoulders, much to the cursing Italian's discontent, but despite some curses and protests, he just let Antonio keep his arm rested around his shoulders.
Ludwig sighed on the other end, Feliciano making his way to the German's lap.
"How are you doing?" Ludwig asked.
Gilbert shrugged.
"Eh, bout as good as I'll be. I'd be awesome if it weren't for these sons of bitches who like to fuck with me." Gilbert said simply, glancing around behind his brother for a certain Austrian face.
Ludwig nodded.
"I think you can manage well brother." Ludwig said to the phone.
Gilbert grinned.
"Coarse I can, Luddy! I'm too awesome to not manage!" he boasted with his unusual laugh.
Ludwig again sighed, Feliciano looking at Gilbert through the glass.
"Ciao Gilbert~!" The bubbly Italian greeted with a wave.
Gilbert spotted Francis again flirting with Arthur, the British man snapping at him and pushing the Frenchman away, making said Frenchman pout playfully. Francis then came over as well as Antonio.
"Mon ami, when will they let you out of this hole, it is so quiet and non-Gilbert-y without you!" the Frenchman cried dramatically, Antonio laughing.
"I have to agree with Francis here. But hey, the first thing we'll all do when you get out is have a drink as celebration, right?" the Spaniard said to him with a cheeky grin.
Gilbert grinned as well and nodded quickly.
"Fuck yea we are! That's what's keeping me sane here, is the prospect of beer!" Gilbert laughed to his Spaniard friend through the phone.
"Perhaps I could make some celebratory scones for you when you get out." Arthur suggested, Francis and Lovino immediately saying no, Gilbert following them in the chain-link of 'no's'.
Ludwig turned to them and requested them to leave. They all nodded to him.
"Well, bye for now mon ami~ see you later~" Francis said with a wave.
"Bye bye Gilbert! See 'ya soon!" Feliciano chirped.
"Adios for now Gilbert!" Antonio chirped with equal excitement as Feliciano with Lovino and Arthur grumbling at the loudness emitting from them all.
With that, everyone except Ludwig went outside. Gilbert looked at his brother, suddenly serious.
"Where's Roddy? Is he even here?" Gilbert asked as he saw his friends leave.
Ludwig nodded and sighed.
"Ja he is. He's just waiting outside. He wanted to see you without Francis or Antonio around…Gilbert I must tell you something." Ludwig said to Gilbert which instantly grabbed his attention.
"What is it? Is something wrong?" he asked quickly.
"It's about Roderich. I've been checking in with Elizabeta and she said he hasn't been out of his house for a while aside from work. Even there, his boss said he's been very distant and his work suffering a bit. Roderich's boss gave him a three month's worker's comp. to catch up on his work and hopefully solve whatever's wrong with him." Ludwig explained.
If it wasn't the fact that Gilbert hadn't seen Roderich when the visit started, it was that that had Gilbert starting to worry about the Austrian's well-being. The last time he saw him was almost a week ago and he seemed fine but with this new information, Gilbert couldn't help but wonder what's been occurring with the Austrian's life during his incarceration besides this newfound information. He might just have to ask him when he comes.
"Distant? Catching up on work? That doesn't sound like the Roderich I know. Is he even talking to anyone?" Gilbert asked, hoping Ludwig's answer was yes.
To his relief, his brother nodded.
"Ja he does, but generally it's a short conversation. He's even doing that to Elizabeta. If I had to guess, I'd think Roderich's depressed judging from his behavior." Ludwig guessed before he heard the twin metal doors behind him open for someone to step through them. Ludwig and Gilbert both looked at the doors to see an elegant figure step through.
Gilbert felt his heart flutter once he laid eyes on Roderich who was dressed as elegantly as he always was. With Roderich's pale and soft skin with his chocolate brown hair and violet colored eyes, Gilbert could only describe him as a beautiful angel, which he called him before during one of their dates, remembering the thick blush that covered his face once Gilbert told him that.
Gilbert felt himself smile as the Austrian crossed the room towards his booth and Gilbert could swear he saw Roderich's pale face light up a bit when he saw Gilbert, though if Gilbert ever asked, Roderich would deny it.
Ludwig stood up with the phone in his hand still and looked at Gilbert. "Well, until next time, ja?" he said as a departure.
Gilbert gave him a curt nod before Ludwig walked past Roderich without saying a word. Once Roderich sat down, he straightened himself up and brought the phone to his ear. It took him a moment to speak though.
"Good afternoon Gilbert. How are you fairing?" the Austrian asked.
Gilbert smiled warmly.
"Not to bad Little Master, what about you?" he asked, taking note that Roderich's voice did sound a bit tired and strained.
"I am well, thank you." Roderich told him, Gilbert knowing it was a lie.
Gilbert's smile didn't waver though when he put his hand flat against the glass.
"I hope so Little Master, I'd hate to see that pretty face so bad off." Gilbert said in a joking manner that made Roderich blush and turn away.
"Stop that Gil, I'm fine." He spoke, laying his own hand against the glass over Gilbert's hand.
Gilbert looked at his hand, wanting to touch its soft and warm skin again or to have his calloused fingers wrap around those soft fingers of a pianist such as Roderich, wishing the glass could easily break so he could touch him. He pushed those thoughts from his mind however and faced his boyfriend.
"Luddy told me you were having a bit of problems. Is that true?" he asked the Austrian whose face became a bit redder from embarrassment.
"I-I don't think anything's wrong honestly." Roderich lied, Gilbert obviously not believing him.
Gilbert sighed and Roderich was silent for a moment.
"I've heard you have been getting into fights." Roderich said a bit sadly.
Gilbert shrugged.
"Yea a couple cause of this bastard put in here for assault with a deadly weapon who's been giving me problems." Gilbert admitted, Roderich raising an incredulous brow.
"Gilbert, you can't get into fights that might keep you in here longer." Roderich said with a slight plead in his voice.
Gilbert caught that little plead and pursed his pale lips.
"I'm sorry Roddy. I'll try to not get in anymore, but at a price." Gilbert told his boyfriend with a familiar smirk with Roderich giving him his natural scowl at the smirk.
"What could I possibly do to get you do stop a simple thing as fighting Gilbert, just what?" he asked with irritation already creeping in his voice which Gilbert found cute a lot of the time much to Roderich's expense.
"Well, Ludwig told me you haven't been out of your house for 1'000 years, so I want you to get out more. Maybe you can go have a drink like a real German and not all that tea. I swear with all the tea you drink, I'd think the color of your piss was darker." Gilbert laughed his loud and obnoxious laugh while Roderich was huffing.
"I think I'll stick to tea, and tea doesn't turn your urine a different color Gilbert!" Roderich snapped in the phone, Gilbert again laughing at Roderich.
Once Gilbert calmed down, he looked back at Roderich with his grin still present on his face.
"Anyway in all seriousness, you should get out more. Hey maybe Lizzy can take you out drinking." Gilbert suggested cheekily.
Roderich sighed.
"If anything involving me getting out of my house only involves drinking, I think I'll pass. Besides, Elizabeta's been too distracted with her Japanese friend Kiku for some reason which I'd rather not speak of, knowing her little 'hobby'." Roderich said, both men shuddering at the thought of the woman's hobby in taking lewd pictures.
Gilbert then suddenly remembered something that was connected with Elizabeta's hobby. He smirked.
"Hey Roddy, remember the time that we found out about her 'hobby'?" he asked with a grin.
Roderich shuddered and nodded.
"Ja, unfortunately." He answered, the vague memory slipping into his mind.
Gilbert and Roderich had been dating for about 6 months at the time and Gilbert had just moved in with Roderich from his brother Ludwig's basement, much to Ludwig's happiness since he had started dating the bouncy and bubbly Italian Feliciano and he thought it would be embarrassing if Gilbert was present in his basement with his thoughts of exactly what Ludwig would be doing with the little Italian (which he still thought at times just to see Ludwig's reaction once he told him).
Right now, their long time friend Elizabeta was moving some stuff in her storage unit and she asked the two to help her out which they both gladly accepted.
Both were present in the Hungarian woman's home and in her garage where she told them specifically what to put in her car and what to keep in her garage.
"That's a load there. I'll take this load to storage. Both of you take a break while I'm gone." Elizabeta told them with a smile.
Luckily both men took the hint and sat down in separate chairs with a sigh.
"What does she keep in those boxes? They're so fucking heavy!" Gilbert said with an exasperated sigh.
Roderich didn't answer verbally, he just shrugged, letting his head fall backwards tiredly.
Gilbert scanned the garage out of boredom until his crimson colored eyes landed on a small rectangular box near the door that lead inside her house with the word 'Pictures' written on the lid in Sharpie marker. It stroke a sense of wonderment suddenly in Gilbert so much that he stood up, walked over, and picked it up.
Roderich turned his head towards Gilbert and saw what he was holding.
"Gilbert, what are you doing?" he asked.
"Nothing." Gilbert simply answered, going back to his chair and sitting in it with the small box in his lap.
Now Roderich was interested in the small box but knew it was highly impolite to go through his friend's stuff without her permission.
"Gilbert, don't go through Elizabeta's personal things!" Roderich said with irritation in his voice.
Gilbert groaned.
"But I'm bored Roddy, plus she won't be back for a bit. I also think it would be fucking funny to see the pictures her mom took when she was a baby. Boy she'd be so pissed if we saw that, I think she'd kill us! But damn it would be funny, right?" Gilbert said with his loud laugh while Roderich was fuming a bit.
"That's exactly why we shouldn't! Those are her personal pictures and I think she'd be very angry if we went through them!" he screeched.
Gilbert rolled his eyes at the Austrian.
"Keep your panties on Roddy, what someone doesn't know can't hurt them right?" Gilbert said with a matter-of-factly voice. Roderich huffed and crossed his arms when Gilbert scooted his chair closer to his.
Gilbert then grinned as he opened the box, expecting Elizabeta's old baby pictures of her in the tub, thinking of the laughs that would echo. He looked over to Roderich who to his surprise was watching with him. His grin was now one of triumph once he opened the box. However, old pictures from the woman's past wasn't what they saw, it was something far more different, and disgusting to Roderich who's violet eyes were wide as well as Gilbert's crimson ones, said albino's grin completely gone.
"What the hell!?" Gilbert yelled, looking into the box, filed with pictures of his friends…and their partners.
Many of Gilbert's friends were gay and had boyfriends such as his friend Matthias with his Norwegian sweetheart Lukas or his American friend Alfred with his large and intimidating Russian boyfriend Ivan, the list could go on really. But as the albino and his own respective sweetheart looked at the pictures of almost every one of his friends with their love interests…during sexual intercourse.
"She even labeled them and put dates on the back!" Gilbert screamed in his head, unable to really talk out of shock much like his Austrian boyfriend next to him.
A few of the pictures had Japanese handwriting on the back, signifying that Elizabeta didn't share this 'interesting' hobby alone, Gilbert immediately knowing who it was. Gilbert (much to his own discontent, mind you), went through the pictures of his friends and their partners during intercourse to see that many of the people he knew were subject to Elizabeta and Kiku's cameras.
Gilbert saw Matthias with Lukas underneath him as if he seemed to be begging the Dane for something,
his best friend Francis and Arthur while Francis was biting Arthur's bare neck and grabbing his ass,
Alfred with his bear of a Russian boyfriend in the middle of thrusting into the American, and even a 'few' with Antonio and Lovino with Lovino topping in a couple of them and Ludwig with Feliciano under him with the Italian's face flushed with a blush and Ludwig's hands on the Italian's hips and chest.
Gilbert couldn't help but think a bit proudly of his brother for a split second for going to third base with Feliciano, but remembered exactly what he was looking at and that he was still scanning through them. He stopped when his hands grasped a familiar picture of him and Roderich. Him and Roderich during intercourse.
Wait.
Him and Roderich.
Intercourse!
Him and Roderich during intercourse!
Gilbert and Roderich screamed at the pictures of their own 'sexy time' as Gilbert liked to call it, though now was not the time for joking. When Gilbert just managed to regain some of his shocked senses, he could see it was of their first time when he saw the rain behind the windows, remembering it rained that night.
"Oh dear, you found those?" a feminine voice said with slight worry in her voice.
Both men snapped their heads to the Hungarian woman who was smiling instead of throwing things which greatly confused the embarrassed and speechless German and Austrian.
"With that, no sex for a whole month and when the month was over with, it was still awkward! She is so going to pay for that someday!" Gilbert exasperated with a laugh afterwards.
Roderich didn't respond. He stayed silent for a moment that Gilbert slipped in as well. Though it was comfortable, Gilbert couldn't help but feel a sense of dread from Roderich.
"Maybe I shouldn't have brought that up." The albino thought before Roderich looked up at the clock overhead.
He sighed.
"They said I couldn't be long." Roderich said sadly.
Gilbert felt his once happy spirits that came from laying eyes on his beautiful Austrian die away at the thought of him leaving. He looked down for a second before nodding and looking back up at his boyfriend whose violet eyes were as sorrowful as his own.
"Well, I'll see you again next week, ja?" Gilbert asked a nod as a reply from Roderich.
Gilbert looked over to his hand which was still on the window with Roderich's hand in the same spot on the other side of the glass. The two looked at each other sadly before they put the phones down and leaned up towards the glass and pressed both their lips against the glass for a make-shift kiss, both wanting the glass non-existent to actually feel each other's warm lips instead of the cold glass.
Roderich didn't realize a single tear roll down his cheek.
Once the two broke away sadly, they both stood. Gilbert saw the tear on Roderich's cheek and instantly wanted to hold the Austrian and tell him it's alright. He remained silent as Roderich dusted himself and walked out of the hall.
With a sigh, Gilbert turned to his guard.
"I'm ready. Let's go." He said in a monotone way.
The guard came over and unlocked the one cuff attached to the steel pipe to re-cuff it to Gilbert's wrist before taking his arm and walking back down to Gilbert's cell, the albino not getting the picture of the tear on Roderich's face as he left. He just hoped Roderich's words were true and he would be alright.
Outside the visiting hall however, Roderich rushed to the bathroom once he closed the doors. He looked around to see if he was alone and once he saw he was, he went to the sinks and started shaking with silent sobs finally escaping his throat. His face in his hands and his shoulders shaking roughly, Roderich thought of how he came to this.
When Roderich had learned that Gilbert had been arrested for robbery and murder, it dropped on him like a ton of bricks. Once he confronted Gilbert about it, the albino's first words out of his mouth were that he didn't do it, that he could never kill his friend out of cold blood like that. Roderich believed him knowing he was incapable of something like that, but it still weighed heavily on him because he was being sentenced and no matter how many times Roderich talked to Gilbert's lawyer, there was simply nothing pointing to anybody else who committed the crime so no evidence could be used unless the killer himself just showed up at his door step admitting he did it and Roderich knew that was impossible.
Roderich knew his work was suffering because of all the stress weighing down on him since Gilbert's imprisonment because of Roderich's constant worry over what would happen to Gilbert and the fact that Gilbert admitted he was fighting with the other prisoners didn't make it any better.
Roderich also knew that his sleep schedule wasn't helping his coming depression. He hasn't had a decent night of sleep for a long time because of the nightmares that would plague his mind when he slept, nightmares of Roderich's loneliness and fears.
He seemed to be shutting down due to everything: the work he refuses to complete, his nightmares, Gilbert's imprisonment. Gilbert had always said Roderich was the delicate one of the two and Roderich knew he was right. Gilbert was always the stronger of the two, emotionally, mentally, and physically while Roderich himself was fragile all together because he wasn't built like Gilbert was, much to the Austrian's displeasure sometimes.
Roderich felt weak, ready to crack any day, but trying so hard to keep perfect balance so as to not fall and ultimately break into millions of little pieces never to get back together.
It scared him.
He felt so alone due to this. He never liked to be alone, no matter how many times he looked like he cherished solitude. Gilbert knew this and that's one of the things he loved about the loud-mouthed albino, was that if he felt like it, he could see through a person and no matter how many times Roderich said he wanted to be alone, the albino never left his side despite the many protests that came and the number of glove slaps he received.
The albino told Roderich one day that he'd always be there to protect him and never leave the Austrian's side, no matter what.
Roderich sobbed more at that memory.
"Y-You…bastard…! Your not here now! W-Why?" he sobbed in his hands.
The bathroom door opened.
"Roderich? Are you in here?" a deep German voice spoke.
Roderich instantly perked up and wiped his eyes before Ludwig saw him that way.
"J-Ja I am. I'll be out in a minute." Roderich answered quickly before turning a tap on and splashing some cold water on his face.
With a sigh, he looked at his disheveled self through the mirror. He sighed again and rubbed his face.
With that he stood up straight and walked quickly out of the bathroom towards the parking lot. He just wanted to go home and away from the place that held his lover behind cold iron bars.
And chapter one is finished! Love it? Hate it? Any other way, its being written.
Reviews are welcome as always!
Hope you all enjoyed, stay tuned for chapter two~!
~Sunny
