So uh. technically, technically this fic is incomplete because I. never actually got to the next part that was supposed to be smut. Which, given that the prompt on the kink meme was "Vampire!Prussia/Priest!Austria. Gilbert goes to confession with other intentions...Smut."? ...[winces] Oops? (Then again, FFN doesn't go to an MA rating, anyway, so unless I made it fairly tame. Hrmmmm.)

"Ah, Father. Bless the awesome me, for I have sinned."

Roderich stiffens. Even if the language of the confessor hadn't given the man away, he would have recognized that voice anywhere. For the better part of a week, its owner had lingered outside his church, to follow him home until he slammed the door in the man's face.

(The first day, the man had mockingly bared elongated eyeteeth at him and laughed. What's a pretty guy like you doing as a priest?)

And now he's here, on the opposite side of the wood. Roderich had been relying on the truth of the old tales to protect him - the ones that spoke of things like permission, and the beasts being unable to enter without it. That the old tales weren't true, or that this vampire thrust in despite protection-!

Roderich takes a shallow breath, then a deeper one, adjusting his collar nervously. "Vampire."

"Hey now, the name's Gilbert! Remember it, 'cause you'll be hearing it a lot more often soon! Now come on, Father, don't ya want to hear my confession? That's your job, isn't it?"

Roderich protests. "I, I didn't invite you."

"Of course ya did," and Roderich thinks from the tone alone that if there hadn't been a wall between them, the man - vampire - would have been draping a not-so-comradely arm about his shoulders. "After all, if even my great self has to confess, then of course I'm allowed to!" There's... some logic in that, Roderich admits reluctantly, twisted though it may be.

Better move this on then, the faster so he can get away. "Mm... mmh. So your confession?" he prompts.

"Oh! Right! Well, besides being awesome, I must also confess I have fallen in lust with a - actually, sort of pansy - priest. Got any suggestions on what to do, Father?"

Oh my Lord, please no, Roderich mutters under his breath. "Leave him alone. He has his faith."

"But that's boring. You know what I think?"

"No."

"Hah! I don't care. In fact, I think I have a better idea." Roderich can hear shuffling noises behind the wall. Before he can think on what it means though, someone knocks on the door to his confessional.

He frowns; generally the people here know not to bother him during this time, but perhaps it is an emergency. "Excuse me..." Not 'vampire', he does not want to worry whomever is outside. "Gilbert," he settles for, and then turns to his own door. "Yes?"

A gentle voice replies. "Father, there is an urgent message for you. May I enter to give it to you?"

"Yes, of course."

When he opens the door to find Gilbert smirking at him, he thinks he really should have known better. These are the days that makes him wish the lovely Erzsébet still worked here; she had a better head for such things. Surely she would know what to do! She had, after all, left to hunt such creatures as the one before him.

"Ahaha! I can't believe you fell for that. Now then." The expression on Gilbert's face is particularly ravenous. "Thank you God for my feast."